The Mysterious ways of my knee Part II

A week ago I talked about what had happened to me on Friday, I didn't say anything about the six days that followed Friday.
Saturday I woke up to find my back-out curtain up. I guess I was lazy the night before. I lyed on my bed, procrastinating once again, for about twenty minutes. My aunt then came in and realized that I was awake. After seeing the golf ball that was once my knee, she told my mother to take me to the emergency room. After taking my time in the shower and all of my morning routine I was finally ready. The day before I had misplaced my iPod and I didn't find it before going to the emergency room. For some reason, I felt rather chatty on the car ride to the hospital. I wouldn't shut up and just kept on bothering my mom.
The emergency room is nothing like the things you see in Grey's Anatomy or any other T.V show. Mostly there was people coughing and looking awfully sick. I didn't mind but my mom on the other hand, made me walk to the other side of the hospital to get some coffee. Well she made me choose, stay here alone and maybe die of boredom or go "explore" the hospital with her, my aunt and her husband. My mom and aunt had worked in the hospital many years ago. But, me, the person who had only gone to the hospital once, knew exactly where the coffee shop was. When we got back to the E.R I was called in. I was excited because I naively thought that the knee doctor was already there. WRONG. After the nurses got some blood samples and almost made me faint and nauseated they took out a HUGE needle. They decided to give my a anti-inflammatory shot. YAY ME! After that shot, I couldn't use my bad knee leg and the other was so numb, I had to literally drag myself back to the seat.
An hour and a half later the doctor had the decency to call me but, with another persons name. After five minutes of calling me Laura something something, he saw me in the corner with a dead look on my face, came up to me and kindly asked " Are you the girl with the bad knee?" I limped my way happily back into the patient rooms and got examined.
Diagnoses: No one knew what had happened to my knee. Hypothesis: Viral infection ( yes you can somehow have a viral infection on your knee)
He put me on crutches for a whole week. A normal person would have grunted and made a bad face to the news. Not me! I had a big smile on my face going to get the crutches and hitting things with them. We came back home and my parents saw this as a great opportunity to go out to lunch without me! Using the excuse of me having to "rest" on doctors orders. Then the procrastination began. I went from my room, to the computer, to the room, to the computer about twenty times. I finally started to use the computer and invited a friend home. When she came we saw a movie. But, I somehow managed to go to the kitchen three times. I get bored easily. My mom decided to show some love to the neglected child and brought me cookies.

On Sunday I went to my grandparents house and moved around a lot.

Monday through Friday:
Got to school late, using crutches as excuse ( which they were). Muscles in my upper-body started to hurt. Muscles I didn't even know I had. People stole my crutches, its funner to use them when you don't have to.
By Wednesday I was able to go up the stairs walking but no, I wasn't allowed to do that.
Thursday I went to the doctor again and he said that Friday was my last day with crutches. I celebrated with a little dance that took place in my head. Friday I just used the crutches as accessories.

That was my week with crutches.

The Mysterious ways of my knee Part I.

I'm in crutches. Why? My knee got swollen. How? No one knows.

Friday, I got up at about 5:30 a.m and "watched" T.V for half an hour. Actually, I just stared at the screen distractedly for half an hour. At six I got up went to shower and got ready. By 6:45 my mom was at my door to start our regular routine. She entered the room, saw me getting ready or procrastinating and asked me, are you ready? I saw no and she leaves. Three minutes later she comes back in and asked the same question, usually while I'm brushing my teeth. I manage to say no and tell her that she is just making me take more time by answering that question. A year ago, she would have fought back or even looked at me, with a look saying "don't go there", but now she just leaves. At 6: 50 I managed to be ready and she took me to school. I got there at 7 a.m, just in time. I rushed to the locker rooms and changed for P.E. I then went to the soccer field with my friends. Everything was fine until I got to the field. Once we got to where our teacher was I felt a huge bubble under my right knee. I had no idea what that was but I told my teacher, just in case. Her answer was " Just run it off." I'm not sure if that made it better or worse. I didn't feel the bubble while running, but when I finished it came back. We started playing rugby. Once my teacher saw me limping around the field and was sure I was not faking, she made me go for ice. Smart, make the limping girl go around school for ice. After ten minutes of limping my way to the gym, the teacher there, told me there was no ice. Great! He made me a nurse pass and sent me. I knew there was no way I'd make to the nurse and back to the field in time for class to end so I went to the bookstore. I got a full cup of ice and limped my way back to the field. I stayed there, sitting with the ice cup on my leg.

My friends thought I was faking, just so to escape doing P.E. So on the way back to the locker room, I got the silent treatment. When they saw that I was struggling to put my normal pants on, they realized that I wasn't such a good actress. I then limped my way to English class and sat with the cup of ice still on my knee. Half way into the class, my teacher decided to make me move, I was 'talking' to much. From then on, I got up from my seat about ten times. I went for some towels, then decided to stretch my leg and then got called back to see my blog. After class, I had to limp across campus to my next class, math. Still with my, now half water, ice cup. I decided to ask my teacher to go to the nurse. It was closer to math than to English or the soccer field. Once I got to the nurse, she checked my knee and saw that it was swollen. So she put an anti-inflammation cream and some more ice. The high school vice-principal was there and asked me what had happened, while imitating my limp. I'm glad the school hired staff with a sense of humor.
I limped my way back to class, just in time for lunch. In lunch I sat down in a table with the thought of not moving. This of course did not happen. Throughout lunch, I got up and limped around the table, then limped to get some money for the bending machines, then limped to the bookstore, and then limped some more. By the end of lunch I was in the gym.
After lunch, I limped my way to science and on the way I was looked at with worried expressions. Science went normal. The only class in which I didn't stand up once.
I was going to my friends house after school. She goes on bus, which is on the other side of the campus. I had to run so I wouldn't miss the damn bus. But that isn't where I f-ed up my knee.
At my friends house, I went from one side to the other, Fernanda even gave me a piggy back ride. We went to blockbuster, which implied me to walk some more. No, this didn't make it worse, what made it worse was me having to fight for my phone. I had filmed one of my friends doing a funny dance, she was trying to erase it off my phone, she finally did. While running after her I felt a crack like sense in the knee bubble. Oopsie daisy, my bad! After that failed struggle, the bubble had grown. When my mom came for me, I struggled while walking to the car, I almost fell, twice.
When my mom saw me she asked what had happened. I had called her in lunch to tell her about it, thanks for listening mom. She gave me a scolding and went home. When I got into my PJ's, she checked it. Back in the days my mom was a nurse, once she had me she resist leaving this cute human being at home and "retired". When I saw my knee I laughed, it had morphed from a normal looking knee into a ball that was red. My mom got worried and called my aunt, who is a therapist. She would come in the morning to see it.
At the end of the day I had put five different packages of ice on my knee.

Summary:
What happened: My knee got swollen
How: No Idea

Tune in this week to see what happened in the hospital!

Cooking Pasta

Today started out like any Sunday would. One of my parents, in this case my dad, coming into my bedroom and waking me up. After about thirty minutes I was fully awake. The day before I had convinced my parents that I had to stay at home to do homework. Before my parents left my mom told me ten times to cook pasta for lunch. She was worried that I wouldn't eat anything for any of these to reasons: 1. Me being to lazy to cook something or 2. Me being to lazy to cook something. After they left I proceeded to waste the next three hours procrastinating. At around two I got bored, yes you can get bored while doing nothing, so I decided to start doing some work. As I made my way towards the computer I got side tracked. I was hungry. It was logical since I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, about four hours earlier. So I made my way towards the kitchen. I got the uncooked pasta out of the pantry and went to the stove. Since this would be the first time that I was cooking something, other than desserts, I called my mom. Once, twice, and I got mad. My mom had failed to answer one of the three calls that I had made. Fearing that I was going to burn down my whole apartment I called my dad who then passed me to my mother. She explained everything to me from taking the pasta out of the box to putting it on a plate. When I hung up on her I realized that it would have been a good idea to put attention. But I was sure I got the basics, I mean how hard could it be right?
Before even turning the stove on I got side tracked, once again. This time I was going to get the speakers so I would be entertained while cooking. After setting everything, I began the process of making, pasta. I took the most appealing Saute Pan I found and filled half of it with tap water. I turned on the stove and put the pan on it. I waited for it to begin boiling. When it began to boil I put the pasta in. I almost let the whole box of pasta into the water. I put the timer for twelve minutes. While I was waiting I began to discover the type of tools my mom had found necessary to buy. There was a little Saute Pan shaped timer (that I used), there where ten similar but different spoons that where used to take out pasta or sauce, there where spatulas, brushes, etc. I took out three different spoons that looked like pasta spoons. When ten minutes had past I decided to see if the pasta was soft enough to take out. While doing this I burned my pointer finger five times in less than a minute. Then I accomplished to burn my already burned tongue eating the pasta. Now THAT takes talent. I left it to boil a couple minutes more and took it out of the stove. Not remembering what to do next I began my calling again. I ended up calling my dad four times today just so I could talk to my mom. I took the pasta and water out of the pan and put them in a Collinder. A Collinder is a pan with wholes at the bottom of it. I drained the pasta and put it in a pan. I put some milk, to add some moisture to it, and a pre-made Carbonara sauce. After the sauce melted and combined with the pasta I took it out. As I started eating it I noticed that it was still cold. Why? The sauce and milk had yet to be heated in the pan. But, after putting the plate into the microwave it heated up and once again burnt my tongue. In the end, the pasta turned up tasting fine and I didn't burn the apartment down, though some gas leaked from the stove making me open all the windows near by.
Down Side of this: I wasted another hour doing the pasta.
Up Side: I now know how to do pasta that isn't made in a minute. More than what my brothers, who are in college, know how to do.

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Community Service

This year, my Personal Development and Relations (PDR), teacher gave us 20 hours of Community Service as our final exam. So for the past few weeks I've been going on Mondays to teach some little kids English with Santiago, Fernanda and Agus. Our conversations on the car ride to the school usually start with Agustina announcing that shes going to sleep and to wake her before getting there. Then some weird topic comes up and Agustina doesnt go to sleep, while I have to sit in the back seat of the car with Santiago. The car has two front seats, three seats in the middle, (where the back of a usual car would be )and two seats the back, which usually takes up some space of the trunk. While Agustina and Fernanda are in the middle they leave me stuck in the back with Santiago and all of his weirdness. I entertain myself by bothering Santiago, which always ends with him yelling at me. In the end Agustina doesn't fall asleep and tells us that next time she will.
But, this past Monday was different. Since we had to go in a different car, a smaller car, the seating was arranged in the following way. Santiago in the passenger seat and Fernanda, Agustina, Agustinas' mom and me in the back seat. The car ride went as always until Fernanda looked out the window and yelled out " Que asco!" which ruffly translates to "YUCK!". This obviously made everyone stop talking and look out of the window. Unfortunately for me there was a bus blocking my view. When she knew no one had realized what she was talking about she told us that she had just seen a man pooping on the street. This made everyone in the car say the same as she had few moments before.
From then on everything else that happened wasn't as exciting. We got to the school, waited for the kids for about half an hour. We taught them colors in English and then played some games with them. Its safe to say that it was a fun car ride.

The best text message ever made

Hello,
My name is Camila Nieto and I'm a candyholic. My 30 days program told me to send this text message to my dearest best friend to whom I haven't talked to in hmmm who knows how long! Also since I have no messages to movistar and this is going to cost my parent, to whom I'm mad at this instant, I will send it. When they kill me I allow you to publish on facebook that I'm dead
Love,
Camila

From: Me, Camila Nieto
To: Sophia N.

Reason it was made: I was being neglected by my parents while they where playing their favorite sport, Golf.
This is what you get when I have you on my contact list and I'm bored out of my mind

Harrasment

My friend Fernanda tried to open a hole in my hand. Why? For telling her that there was a hole in the back of her pants, right where your butt is. She went to the bathroom to check if it was true. When she saw that there was no hole she came back to the computer lab and proceeded to harass me. I wouldn't stop talking so she aggressively told me to shut up. I hate when people tell me that so I responded by telling her to make me shut up. Fernanda, being the aggressive person she is, tried to cover my mouth I then pushed my thumb nail into the back of her hand. When she did the same to me I pressed my nail harder. This is when she told me that she was going to make a hole in my hand. I pressed my nail harder into her skin and she then back off. My hand is hurting like hell right now and there is a scab where she attempted to open my hand. Now she is seeing the rank of tennis players in the world while trying to find a blog to follow.

Yesterday after posting my Spring Break post my friend, Santiago, posted a new post. Like always he asked me to see the post, just to get more views on his page. When I entered his blog I realized my name was in the title. When I read the blog I realized that he was talking about what we did in lunch. We attempted to sing Diane Warwick songs.
I was surprised that he had mentioned me in his blog since all he ever seems to mention about in his blog is Fernanda or Sophia. So when I said I was so happy that I had made it in his blog (sarcastically) he thought that I was jumping up and down and going to my roof to yell out to the whole world that I was in his blog. He wrote in his blog that I was crying because I had been mentioned in his blog. Just to get it clear, I couldn't care less if he did or didn't write about me in his blog.

Spring Break

This past week was Spring Break. For the first few days I had nothing to do. My parents decided to mess my whole Friday night by buying tickets to another show of the Iberoamerican Theater Festival. This time it was an Opera from China. I was really tired that day so before even gettin to the theater I fell asleep in the car. I woke up getting to the theater by my dad pressing the brake making me almost fall out of the car seat. My dad didn't realize this since I wasn't totally awake as to react to the incident. We got to the theater forty-five minutes early. Yipee! We went to the Cafeteria sat there for about thirty minutes doing absolutely nothing. When we went inside the theater I realized that the chairs where more comfortable than the chairs we had for the tango show. This wouldn't help me stay awake later on. i was happy when I realized the chairs were set so that the chairs in the back part, where I was, were higher than the ones in front. So no heads would keep me from seeing the show. Fortunately this was the case but during the show I couldn't keep my attention away from the ladies who where in front of me. Why you ask? They kept on laughing at the most inappropriate moments. This Opera showed two different stories of Chinese culture. The first story talks about a husband having to kill his wife because his father-in-law had killed his father. It was like a Soap Opera. In the end of the story she kills herself so her husband doesn't have to feel the guilt. When it got to the point were the wife was telling her Husband to do a set of things after she died I noticed that the woman in front of me and the one at her side were cracking up. This was the point where the show lost my attention and I just wouldn't help looking at the ladies with a WTF expression on my face. When the wife killed herself in the show the ladies in front of me laughed even more. All I could think was why in the world is a suicide funny? When the story ended my attention was back to the Opera. At least that was what I thought. After about five minutes the next story came on. It talked about a monkey king or prince that entered a palace and ate all the peaches of youth. That kept my attention for about six minutes. After those six minutes I noticed that my eyes were heavy. Before I knew it I was doing what my mom does in the car at night. Unconsciously nodding my head up and down. I know it sounds weird but let me explain. When we nod down it because we are sleeping a little bit, then somehow we notice that we are sleeping so you move our head up to at least try to keep your eyes open. I kept on doing this for like twenty minutes and then someone on stay started singing in a high pitched sound. That took me from my trance and made me alert. At that moment I saw that my mom was doing the head thing. After the sound went away I started reading the subtitles to see in what part the story was in. Yes, the opera was in Chinese. After the show, when we where in the car, I admitted that I had fallen asleep in the middle of the show. My mom admitted it too and my dad told us about the guy who was seated in front of him. He told us that the man in front of him was moving a lot in his chair which made my dad impatient and that took his attention from the show. Great, no one in my family can pay attention to an opera. The next day we went to another show. his one was at five o'clock which meant I couldn't do anything that day. I went to do some errands with my parents and we got to the theater at four o'clock. Besides the fact that I was bored it was cold outside and there was horse poop in some places. I just love being next to horse poop don't you? At 4:45 the guy at the door tells us that the show isn't at five but at six. Isn't THAT great. Aside from that, my dad was mad at my mom and at me for being sarcastic and saying that being an hour before is so helpful since people could steal our seats, o wait the seats are numbered. My mom kept on telling my dad that there was time to get coffee and if he thought there was a coffee shop nearby. My mom gets cranky and sleepy if she doesn't have her coffee. Fortunately we got inside at 5:15.
We went to our seats and my dad bought some popcorn and some drinks. After ten minutes he wasn't made at us anymore and proceeded to show off his math skills and tell us how many people could fit into that theater. At some point of the conversation my dad started bothering telling me that I was going to study what he had studied. Engineering or something like that, I cant remember. After about ten minutes of me being sarcastic with me the show finally started. This was the best show of the ones I saw. It was dancing suspended in the air. It had different styles of dance. Since it was also an Argentinian production it had tango. After the show we went back to my house and then I went to my friend Agustina's house for her birthday. I finished the Last Song on Sunday. On Monday I packed my bags because on Tuesday I was going to Girardot. My friend Sophia came with us to Girardot. She had to spend the night on Monday because the next day we were leaving at five in the morning. On Tuesday we left to Girardot and got there at midday. The drive from Bogota to Girardot is about three hours long but we had to go to my granddad's house for two hours to wait for my mom who left at seven with my aunt.
When we got there I called the master suite but my parents took it from us. Luckily the room we got had the best air conditioner, a fan and a T.V. Sophia and I went to walk around the place but came back twenty minutes later because we were going down town. Sophia couldn't walk a lot because she had a cast on. She injured her foot playing soccer. After we got back to the house we turned on the T.V and started watching Jersey Shore. We got obsessed with the show. The next day we tanned and read our books for English. At night we ate pizza and watched a new episode of Jersey Shore. My aunt, my moms sister, was supposed to come and sleep in our room but somehow we locked the door. I for once don't remember locking it but my other aunt, my dads sister, made me feel guilty. We tanned some more, finished our books, and went for a walk around the neighborhood. At night we saw "Quiero Mi Boda". A MTV reality shore following an engaged couple and filming their plans for the wedding. I personally think that doing a reality show about your wedding, being it newly-weds or about to wed, is putting a curse on your wedding. Those couples always end up breaking-up or divorcing. That night my moms sister didn't sleep in our room, I think she got scared of getting locked out again, but my dads sister slept in our room. She had realized that out room was the only room, besides my parents room, with an air conditioner. Once she was settled in, Sophia and I started laughing at everything. Since it was April Fools I put on my facebook status that I was moving. Then Sophia and I started "fighting" on my status. I think one of my friends, Elvira, still thinks that I'm moving. I'm not telling her that I'm staying until June. While my aunt was trying to sleep I thought that Sophia needed to know something. I whispered to her
" You do know she believes in aliens right?" She believes in weird stuff including aliens. That's when we started joking around. The worst part of that was that in the morning, around two or three, I heard a weird sound and got scared. Then at around eight Sophia started speaking in her sleep. I kept on kicking her so she would stop. It worked for about a minute but then she started again. When i finally fell asleep again Sophia decides to wake me up just to show me that my aunt had left her book on her bed. The book talked about aliens and other stuff. When we opened it we started looking at the pictures. I don't even wanna know what they were explaining. All I know is that they were weird. That day we did the same thing as always. Tan and read other books. At Night my aunt decided to sleep in the lower bunk. Once again Sophia and I started joking around. I started changing the channels. When i put on Warner Brothers they were showing a movie. The Lord of the Rings. I'm not sure which of the three it was but it was the one with the weird elf thing. The one that say "My Precious" to the ring. Sophia hates that movie so I went to change the channel. When my aunt saw what movie it was she said " Lets see it". I wrote on my phone " Your F-ed up. She wants to see the Lord of the Rings." She then wrote back " What does she believe in Hobbits too?" We started laughing again and didn't shut up until twelve. there was an electrical storm that night so the light kept going out. When my aunt realized that the air had shut down she turned on the lights and woke us up. It was two in the morning. Not only did she wake us up but she did something to the air and made it beep for five minutes. When the beeping stopped and we were going back to sleep it began again. Somehow I made it stop and turned the fan on. Sophia, knowing my aunt was awake, put on a UFO sound from her cellphone. We laughed but then realized that my aunt was already sleeping. The following morning we went outside to tan. There where clouds blocking the sun so we didn't put on sunscreen. Once the sun started coming out I put on sunscreen, Sophia didn't. We then packed up and left to Bogota. When we stopped to eat I realized Sophia was red and not tanned. She burned her whole body but, she didn't feel the burn. Yet. After eating I went to the bathroom with Sophia and put Aloe Vera all over her back. The funny part about it was that people first looked at Sophia because of her cast and then continued to stare at her because of her tan. When we got back to Bogota we left Sophia at her house and went straight home. On Sunday we stayed home and went to our last show of the Festival. It was a circus from Canada. It was really good. That was what I did in Spring Break. If I disappointed you by not doing anything that qualified for a Wild on moment remember, I didn't go to Cancun go read someone Else's blog for those moments.

Sophia's Failed Tan

Festival Iberoamericano de teatro de Bogota

This past Friday El Festival Iberoamericano de Teatro de Bogotá started. It is one of the world's largest performing arts festival. Many shows are brought to Bogota. From theater to dance showcases, all are performed through the weeks of March 19th and April 4. My parents had bought tickets to go see a Tango show. My parents had seen a show directed by the same director when we were living in Argentina. Of course my mom was utterly convinced that I had seen the show with them. For about five minutes she wouldn't stop trying to make me remember about the show and how "we" went with the parents of my best friends. When my dad found us, after parking the car, he told my mom that they didn't take me to that show. My dad was stressing about how we were going to be late on the car trip to the theater. Usually when we are late the blame is automatically on me. If we leave after twelve on a Sunday to visit my grandfather, its my fault for sleeping in. OK they really only say its my fault when we leave late on Sunday's but they say it every Sunday, its not my fault, I need sleep! Anyways on the car trip to the theater my dad said that we were going to get there late and that it was someones fault(hint) mine (hint) that we left late 'cause that someone (me) wasn't ready on time. Not only were we one of the first fifty people in the theater, but we had to wait about forty-five minutes until the show started. Also my parents proceeded in talking about who knows what for the fourty-five minutes leaving me to try and contribute to the conversation and send blackberry messages to my brother. The day before I had gotten into a fight with my brother, Gabriel. The fight was about how he had responded to my message. Then the fight turned into just insults between each other. When my mom got home she called Gabriel and he told her about our fight. When I read the conversation to her, keeping somethings I had said from her, she got mad at me. I tried to explain to her that she couldn't be mad at me for trying to defend myself. Meanwhile my friends were in the back of my car laughing their heads with my examples. I used sharks and monkey's/ apes as examples. To my defense they were very good examples, at least to me they were.Getting back to my original point I started talking to him. He had just gotten back to New York from Miami. He was in Miami for spring break. I had forgotten that his birthday was on Sunday. I forgot that the twenty-first was on Sunday. My mom told me to tell him that she would call him later that night or the next day. He was really boring to talk to though. He almost never says anything, unless we start fighting.
Then the show started. It began with a music group playing a song. After, another song began playing and the dancers came out. This is when my parents realized it was the same show they had seen years ago. The show had many dances. The dance that was created before the Tango, the Milonga, rock and roll dances from the sixties, new age Tango and Tango.
At first I didn't think I would like the show, but as the show progressed I started liking it more. In the end I really enjoyed it and would recommend it to anyone who is in Bogota.

Friendship

"In good times, in bad times I'll be on your side forever more, that's what friends are for."

- "That's what friends are for"

"I get by with a little help from my friends"- John Lennon

"Friendship is a single soul dwellings in two bodies."
- Aristotle

"Every person is a new door to a different world."
- from movie "Six Degrees of Seperation"

"Friendship is one mind in two bodies."
- Mencius

"True friendship is never serene."
- Mariede Svign

"A circle is round it has no end, that's how long I want to be your friend!"
- Anonymous

"Friends show their love in times of trouble..."
~ Euripides

"One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives."
~ Euripides

"The only way to have a friend is to be one."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Can miles truly separate us from friends?
If we want to be with someone we love, aren't we already there?"
~ Richard Bach

"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light."
~ Helen Keller

"Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours."
~ Ludwig van Beethoven

"You only meet your once in a lifetime friend... once in a lifetime."
~ from Little Rascals

"The making of friends, who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man's success in life."
~ Edward Everett Hale

"Where there are friends, there is wealth."
~ Titus Maccius Plautus

"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."
~ Bernard Meltzer

" Friends are like melons; shall I tell you why? To find one good you must one hundred try. "
~ Claude Mermet

"Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen."
~ Samuel Paterson

"Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and two others at first speech are old friends."
~ Mary Catherwood

"The better you know someone, the less there is to say.
Or maybe, there's less that needs to be said."

"A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it's you and me together forever and never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart."

"Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait to hear the answer."

"The most beautiful discovery that true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart."

"Friends are the chocolate chips in the cookie of life."


"Wherever you may be it is your friends who make your world."

"I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh.
But I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry."

True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity, before it is entitled to the appellation.
~ George Washington

Last August one of my best friends, Valeria, moved away. Even though we started out on a bad note we ended being best friends. I'm not quite sure why we did but soon we got passed it. I think out of all my best friends she has been one of the only ones that really knew what I've been through in my life. After me she the one who has moved the most. So she really knows how it is to move after being established in one place for a period of time. Especially when you're older because my other friends know what its like to move but haven't experienced it as much as we have and so much at an older age. I had always seen her as the "motherly" figure in my group of friends. While Fernanda, Sophia and I were goofing around with shaving cream she was the one looking at us with a face that clearly said "you are going to regret this and DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Eventually we got a scolding from her mom and wet from head to toes. She was always the one who would worry about everyone and remind everyone to bring everything. At the end of eighth grade she was the one who I most relied on and who I knew would really listen to me without being biased. I always knew she had gone through what I had gone through so many times that it was a relief actually knowing that someone really knew how it felt moving, leaving friends, your homes and not being in one place throughout your childhood. When she told me she was moving I couldn't believe it. The person with whom I had had so many long talks was moving. It was the first time one of my closest friends was moving before me. I was used to move before any of my close friends moved or at the same time, but never this. It didn't really hit me until the day, or night, she left.

Almost Alice

Yesterday I went to see Almost Alice or Alice in Wonderland. I have no idea what the real title is anymore because some people say its called Almost Alice while others say its Alice in Wonderland.
Anyways, when the movie started I was so exited to see it for all the reviews given to it. The first 20 minutes into the movie I almost fell asleep. I don't mean any disrespect but when it starts its kinda slow. The first scene is of little Alice, when she was about five or four years old, telling her dad that she had another nightmare and she described some parts of wonderland to him. Then its Alice sixteen years later or something on a Carriage riding with her mom to a party. Once they get to the party everything starts happining really slow. She dances, walks with a Lady, and get a marriage proposal in like half an hour when all of that could have happened in less than twenty minutes. After that she falls into the rabbit hole and she once again goes to Wonderland. This is were you can get confused if entered the cinema thinking that this would be an exact remake of the Story Alice in Wonderland. This story is of Alice coming back to Wonderland. Though a lot of what happens in the original story happens in the movie, a lot of different things happen too. She always thinks she is asleep and she doesn't remember anyone.
I don't want to give anything away so I'll just say what i thought of the movie. I thought that it was a very good movie. All the effects they put into it and the story was really good. The only problem I had with it was that I thought it was long. I mean not long as three four hours long but the way the movie was made it seem as if five minutes were twenty. I've seen Saving Private Ryan, that's a long movie. But you don't notice it as much, well at least I didn't, because your always wondering is that him? Wheres the private? Whats going to happen? Etc. But in Almost Alice every scene seems to be to long or too slow.
Though by being like this it lets you really know whats going on. In other movies that try to put to much in the hour and a half or two hours you go out of the movie wondering " What just happened?". In the end I thought it was a good movie and that people should watch it.

Ralph Lauren

The other day I was watching the Ralph Lauren Spring/Summer 2010 Fashion show. I'll write about the fashion show tomorrow. The point I getting to was that there's a Ralph Lauren Magazine, TV, Paint, Restaurant and Book. I couldn't believe it. The designer Ralph Lauren had such a success with his line that he was able to make a Fashion Magazine, Fashion TV Channel online, and a Restaurant that are all connected to the clothing line. Apart from these creations he also made a whole new clothing line in 2005 called Rugby. This line is angled to younger people, College students. It attracts them by giving them a 20% discount on the clothing just by showing their College I.D's. Ralph Lauren has little by little grown an empire. While his line Polo by Ralph Lauren, as a more casual choice, attract parents who buy for themselves and their children. His line Rugby attracts teenagers and young adults. As a more comfortable and preppy choice and so on. He is truly one of the most respected desginers in the industry

Brands

For Women:
Black Label
Blue Label
Lauren by Ralph Lauren
Pink Pony
Collection
Golf for Women
Lauren Jeans Co.

For Men:
Purple Label
Black Label
Polo by Ralph Lauren
Big & Tall
Golf for Men
Polo Jeans Co.

For Men & Women:
RLX
Ralph Lauren
Rugby
Create your Own
Tennis Ralph Lauren

Oscars

Yesterday marked the end of this semesters red carpet events. The most anticipated event was transmitted through out the whole world, The Oscars. The Red Carpet was transmitted in E! in Colombia and in the other 120 countries with E!. E!'s correspondents were Ryan Seacrest in the Red Carpet interviewing and Giuliana Rancic with Jay Manuel in a box above the carpet commenting on the fashion. After the hour and a half of the red carpet I turned to TNT. Though the Oscars ceremony was a little bit tardy to start in this channel it was the only one in Colombia broadcasting it. It attracted the highest U.S audience in the past 5 years. With 41.3 million while last year 36.3 million viewers tuned in to see it.
The Ceremony started out with a song performed by Neil Patrick Harris. Like last years opening act performed by Hugh Jackman. Then the two hosts, Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin, made their entrance and started to make their jokes about the nominees. Then the ceremony started and Celebrities after Celebrities took foot on the stage to announce the Oscar winners and to claim their statue. There were many emotional speeches like the speech Sandra Bullock gave when she received Best Actress Award. She thanked the Tuohy family, the family of the film "The Blind Side' for which she won the award. She came emotional when she talked about what the Tuohy family did with taking in the boy and raising him as their own and when she talked about her spouse Jesse James. In the end the Award for best Motion Picture of the Year was taken by Kathryn Bigelow's film " The Hurt Locker". The Best Actor In a Leading Role award was won by Jeff Bridges in the film " Crazy Heart" while The Best Actress In a Leading Role was won by Sandra Bullock.
After the Oscars E! was transmitting the Oscar After party which included more interviews of the winners and what they plan to do in future projects.
List of Winners:

Best Picture

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  The Hurt Locker

  Kathryn Bigelow, Mark Boal, Nicolas Chartier and Greg Shapiro

  
  

Actor in a Leading Role

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  Jeff Bridges

  Crazy Heart

  
  

Actor in a Supporting Role

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  Christoph Waltz

  Inglourious Basterds

  
  

Actress in a Leading Role

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  Sandra Bullock

  The Blind Side

  
  

Actress in a Supporting Role

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  Mo'Nique

  Precious: Based on the Novel 'Push' by Sapphire

  
  

Animated Feature Film

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  Up

  Pete Docter

  
  

Art Direction

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  Avatar

  Rick Carter and Robert Stromberg (Art Direction); Kim Sinclair (Set Decoration)

  
  

Cinematography

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  Avatar

  Mauro Fiore

  
  

Costume Design

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  The Young Victoria

  Sandy Powell

  
  

Directing

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  The Hurt Locker

  Kathryn Bigelow

  
  

Documentary Feature

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  The Cove

  Louie Psihoyos and Fisher Stevens

  
  

Documentary Short

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  Music by Prudence

  Roger Ross Williams and Elinor Burkett

  
  

Film Editing

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  The Hurt Locker

  Bob Murawski and Chris Innis

  
  

Foreign Language Film

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  The Secret in Their Eyes (El Secreto de Sus Ojos)

  Argentina
  Directed by Juan José Campanella

  
  

Makeup

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  Star Trek

  Barney Burman, Mindy Hall and Joel Harlow

  
  

Music (Original Score)

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  Up

  Michael Giacchino

  
  

Music (Original Song)

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  Crazy Heart

  "The Weary Kind (Theme from Crazy Heart)"
  Music and Lyric by Ryan Bingham and T Bone Burnett

  
  

Short Film (Animated)

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  Logorama

  Nicolas Schmerkin

  
  

Short Film (Live Action)

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  The New Tenants

  Joachim Back and Tivi Magnusson

  
  

Sound Editing

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  The Hurt Locker

  Paul N.J. Ottosson

  
  

Sound Mixing

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  The Hurt Locker

  Paul N.J. Ottosson and Ray Beckett

  
  

Visual Effects

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  Avatar

  Joe Letteri, Stephen Rosenbaum, Richard Baneham and Andrew R. Jones

  
  

Writing (Adapted Screenplay)

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  Precious: Based on the Novel 'Push' by Sapphire

  Screenplay by Geoffrey Fletcher

  
  

Writing (Original Screenplay)

The Hurt Locker

Written by Mark Boal

Death

"Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways."- Anonymous

Death. This is the greatest mystery to all mankind. No one really knows what's going to happen to them after they die. Is there really Heaven or Hell? Will my soul live on? Will I die and then be reborn into another life, Reincarnate?
There are many beliefs around the world. If you see all religions have a way of telling the people what is going to happen after you die. In Christianity/Catholicism there's Heaven or Hell. If you've been good in this life you go to Heaven if you've been bad and do awful things you go to Hell. While in other religions such as Buddhism they say that after dying your soul will continue living and reincarnate into another body of life. But no one is sure. There are also other beliefs as souls staying in the world roaming around until they are ready to let go and go to the afterlife.
In truth everyone is scared to die. Even if some deny it, don't talk about the subject or even sometimes try to fool other people and themselves by saying they are ready for it. Some because of what they have done in their life. Others because they are scared that they won't be remembered after they leave this world.
You don't really take into account death until you've seen it up close. I mean at least I didn't until I did. Since I was a little girl I was scared of the topic of dying. I tried to do anything but think about that. I don't know from where that fear came out of. But every time I saw my grandmother I couldn't help but think about the suffering. I mean I had always seen her so fragile, like if you touched her then she would break. Since she was a diabetic I saw her get her insulin shots and all the pills she took during the day. She was always so peaceful about the whole thing, but now that I think about it I don't think she wanted anyone to know about the pain all those shots gave her. She was one of those people who doesn't want anyone to worry about them. Towards the end she had to have an oxygen tank with her at all time. But I never really thought she would die so young. Even though I saw this every Christmas break that I came to Colombia it never really crossed my mind. Even though both of my dads parents had already died. My Dads dad died before I was born and my dads mom died in 2001. I dont think these affected me as much because I wasn't in Colombia when it happened.
When I found out that she had died I really didn't know what to do. My dad had woken me up told me that we were going to Colombia. I asked him why. When he was about to tell me the terrible news I overheard my brother, Gabriel, telling his friend over the phone that he couldnt go to his house because my grandmother had just died. When this information got to my head I really didn't know what to make out of it. I was 10 at the time and that was the summer that we were moving back to Colombia. I only realized that this was all true when I got to Colombia and saw all the grief on my families faces. I didn't understand why it had to be her, why not someone else? Even though I had lived all my life with her being at a fragile state I couldn't make out why she had died. I had always seen her as a strong person, the person who kept everyone calm. I never saw her get angry at anyone. Even when I was being a little brat she would always try to get what I wanted.
After seeing that death was unpredictable I couldn't help but wonder. Did she go in peace? Is she out there looking out for us? Will I see her again one day?
If you really notice like in movies or books how they describe someone passing on, they describe it as something peaceful. I mean if you really think about it maybe if you're wounded or something your last moments might be painful, but that last moment you can tell that a wave of calmness and peacefulness has overcome the persons body.
I think many people see death as a bad thing only because they have lived what death causes. Tragedy, grieving and mourning in the family. Sadness and depression. But if you take that away you see that the person has stopped suffering and passed on because they had contributed everything they could to the world.
In my opinion no one really dies. Their memory will be remembered and stories about the person will be told so that little by little, even if a few people have the memories, they will live on forever.
Me saying that you shouldn't be scared of dying is a little bit hypocritical since I'm scared of dying. But in the end what you do is going to be your legacy. You cant be scared to do what you think is right or speak your mind. You have to do everything you want to do while you still can. Like James Dean once said : "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”

Change

"Change is the universal constant by which mankind reaches his ultimate catharsis." - Juan D. Nieto
I asked my older brother to tell me quote. When he told me this quote I really didn't know what to make out of it. I mean for me it was pretty obvious at first, change is something you can't escape from. The last part had me a bit confused. "... By which mankind reaches his ultimate catharsis." I had to Google what catharsis meant since it wasn't in my vocabulary before. It means "cleansing", "purging", or "clarification". This word comes from the Greek word kathairein. When I found this meaning, the quote had changed its meaning. For me the quote means that changing is a way of clarification or cleansing for the human being. No one can escape it no matter what you do. You'll end up changing for bad or good. This isn't the only meaning to this quote to every person the meaning is different in some way or the other.
I think this is really sad since people who were once really close to you became mere people that you pass by without saying hi to or even looking. All those good times shared will only stay in your memory as if they would have never happened. Just like moments looked backed on years later and being confused with dreams instead of reality.
It doesn't matter if you move or stay in the same place all your life this will happen. Although I've moved 5 times in my short years of life I know how it is to see someone who you were friends with go from being like a sibling to being a complete stranger in a matter of months. All you can think is why did this happen? Did I cause this? Why are you like this now? You can't stop but wonder if you had done something differently would it still be same or was it inevitable.
Sometimes it's you who changes and you don't even know it until it's happened and your best friend is with other people. This has happened to me. Changing and seeing people change. Either way it's not fun to be a part of. Sometimes you realize that you and your friend aren't so close anymore until they leave and you can't take anything back. Or you can even realize what's happening but you do nothing to stop it. I just wish that people could realize when they are hurting the other person in the process of changing and stop to see if what's happening is for the best or the worst or even necessary.
I know what I've said is only the bad part of change. But if it weren't for change then I wouldn't have all the experiences that I have today. I wouldn't have all the friendships, strong or weak, that I've created over the years. I'm sure I wouldn't be who I am if I wouldn't have seen change around me or if I hadn't changed at all.


"The core of mans' spirit comes from new experiences." - Into the Wild.

No School Today!

There was no school today! The bad part about finding this out?? Waking up at 5 in the morning. The school couldn't send the e-mail notice on Monday. Why? Who knows. Maybe they just wanted to own every single student and have them wait until 5 am Tuesday to announce there wasn't any school. Of Course the first thing my mom told me last night was, "Camila, tomorrow when you wake up don't forget to get online to see if there's school or no school. Then come to my room and tell me if I have to wake up or no." OF course she couldn't do me the favor, I had to wake up at 5 get up from bed, go turn on the computer, wait until it finishes turning on, go online to the website and see if there was school or not. Then proceed to go open my parent's room and tell them if they had to wake up or not.
When I turned on the computer all I could focus on was praying for there to be no school today. When I saw that there wasn't any I got really happy. This happiness only lasted momentarily since I realized I had woken up at 5 30 in the morning that day and I didn't have to go anywhere. The worst part of all, I wasn't sleepy. After telling my mom that she didn't have to wake up and she could keep on sleeping I went to my room hoping to get some sleep. When I was in the middle of dozing off my maid knocked on my door so she could leave my breakfast. After waking up completely, again, I told her that I didn't have school today and she left. I turned on the T.V. T.V usually makes me sleepy. I put sleep for 30 minutes just in case. Fortunately before the 30 minutes passed I fell asleep. I woke up at around 11 to a call of my mom. After waking up, again, I went to talk to her. To my delight she had hung up. So i called her back kind of irritated. She told me that my cousin had just given birth to a baby boy. This took any sign of irritation I had. She had been in the hospital the whole weekend and finally gave birth. When I went back to my bedroom I received messages on my Blackberry. My friend Fernanda asked me if I was going to ,my other friend, Sophia's house. I went on Facebook to find out what she was talking about.
There I found a in box message informing me that I was going to Sophia's house to bake cookies for strike day. Then I got ready to leave and I called my mom to tell her. Afterward I went walking to Sophia's place. She lives like 2 blocks away. Fernanda was already there when I got there so we started baking cookies. We were going to bake sugar cookies. When we started doing the cookie batter we all knew that we weren't going to take it seriously. We did the cookie dough and then we began making the shapes. We made all types of shapes. We made circles, letters, smiley faces, worms, a huge gingerbread person and other unmentionable shapes. Apart from this Sophia filmed us making the dough and our conversation. When we were finishing baking the cookies and almost finished eating what was rest of the cookie dough Sophia's mom came in. When she saw the cookies she looked at us weirdly and then looked at Sophia with an angry face. Let's just say she didn't like some of the shapes. But on the bright side she liked the flavor of the cookies. After doing the cookies we saw My Sisters Keeper. Into the first 20 minutes of the movie my eyes became wet. Here's something you should know about me. I cry in every single movie. I don't know why. But I don't think there's been a single movie where I haven't cried at least a little bit. Towards the end of the movie I was crying my eyes out.
Fernanda took me home later and now I'm writing on my blog

Weekend Summary

FRIDAY:
I went to school. At 2 pm Fernanda, Sophia and me came back to my house. We ate pasta with salmon which was pretty good. Then we watched Paranormal Activity. I made them think that I had already watched it so I got to scare them a couple of times. Then at 4:45 we started heading to our school to watch a dance competition that started at 5. It took some time going up to the gym since my school is on a hill and my friend Sophia has a cast on her foot due to her football incident. When we got to the gym we sat at the back. I thought I was going to see perfectly since there weren't any people in front of me. I was wrong. 2 minutes before the competition started a taller woman than me sat in front of me. I could handle that, just move to a side to see in the gap between her and another man. As usual I was wrong. On the first dance she wouldn't stop moving from side to side blocking my clear view to the stage at all time. Finally she stopped for most of the dances that followed. But in the final dance, the one I was so eager to see, she started moving again.
After that we all left to our homes and that was the end of Friday.
SATURDAY:
I woke up relatively early since my parents woke me up to tell me they were going to play golf in our club. I really was only half awake when they told they were going so I was still lying on my bed when i heard my mom say “There was an earthquake ...". At First I thought she had said the tower of Pisa just fell down. That was what really woke me up. When I entered my parent’s room I saw that CNN was broadcasting sights of Chile after the 8.8 level earthquake hit it. I kept on watching it until my parents left. That was probably at 11 30. I took a shower and got ready. I was going to do a math project that's due this Wednesday with Santiago. I got there around 4 pm and we started working. There was a lot of yelling while I was there. Every time I do a project with him we seem to end up arguing and yelling over stupid things. When we finished the project we started playing Tetris and we started to fight again because I was in a level above from him.
When my parents picked me up we went to get something to eat and that was it for the night.
SUNDAY:
Woke up early. Went to go visit my fathers part of the family. We ate at my grandparent house. Well now its actually my aunts house since both my grandparents of my fathers side passed away. We had lunch there. My aunt made chicken crepes. After eating and an hour or so more of visiting we left to go visit my mother's side of the family. When we got there I got into a big fight with my dad for not getting off the car when he told me. On his defense he did tell me about 5 times I just didn’t see the point in getting off of the car while he was parking. There I saw my grandfather and my cousins. After about 3 hours there we left back to Bogota. We got to my house at about 7:30 pm. When I thought I could lay down and relax I remembered I had an essay due on Monday for Pre- Ap Science. When I got to the computer I opened the articles I was going to use as research for the paper and a new document on word. After I did the header, I literally sat at the computer doing nothing at all because my mind had wondered off. That's my problem. I can do all my homework by like 5 pm tops if I could only focus. I just can’t leave my mind thinking of one thing. I mean like if I start an essay I could focus for about 20 minutes straight. Then I'd start wandering off or I start procrastinating. I'll get on Facebook or I'll start to talk to people who are on MSN and talk about random stuff. Then hours later I'll remember about the paper and finish it. Well that happened to me. So at 9 I start my paper... Again. I was getting really concentrated on my paper. Well on getting it started when I got a phone call. It was my older brother calling from New York. I have to brothers one is in New York (Gabriel)and the other one is in Boston (Juan). When I answered we started talking and about 5 minutes into the conversation I get an incoming call from, guess who?!?!?, my other brother Juan! What you have to know is that they almost NEVER call. I mean Gabriel calls more while Juan never calls. Seriously every time I'm on my mom says Camila send Juan a message telling him to call me.
But he does have the perfect excuse for not calling. His phone is F-ed up so it’s never on. No one knows if this is true since we aren't there to see the phone. So I told Gabriel to hold on while I told Juan to call later. When I told Juan he said OK I'll call later. I went to the other line, Gabriel's line. He wasn’t there. I called him back and he told me that I had hanged up on him. Well after me telling him that I had put him on hold like I said I was going to, he continued talking. He was telling me about his weekly schedule. He even told me what he was going to eat at lunch today and a recipe for a salad. While I was listening to him I was also playing Tetris so I really didn't catch half the things he told me. In the middle of the phone call my mom comes in. She dials Juan's phone and they talked. I thought she was going to leave after that but she didn't. She saw what I was playing and told “Awe Cami I really want to play Tetris! I haven't played in so long!” So as the very nice daughter that I am I gave her my computer. So now I was listening to my brother talk about his week and watching my mother so she wouldn't ruin my game. After like 20 minutes of talking to my brother I passed him to my mother. They talked for about 2 minutes and the phone call ended. It was already 9:30 by then and I began my essay. Then my friend Sophia started to talk to me on MSN. Fortunately she asked about the essay and that made me concentrate more on how to do it. I finally finished by 10:30. That was the end of Sunday and my weekend.
What a FUN weekend don't you think?
Answer: NO well at least Sunday wasn't fun at all.

Note to the Reader

My blog is a mess. I mean if I were a reader I'd be like WTF is this about! So I think I should explain it. The blog posts are about anything and everything that passes through my head at that moment or that day. i thought of changing my blog into a fashion blog but then I thought how many fashion blogs there might be out there and how many blogs about my life/thought were out there . Fashion blogs: 13458613132 (or more)
Blogs about me: none
So I decided to keep this blog. But I will still be blogging about fashion, things that bug me, random things and gossip. If you knew me you would know that you could ask me anything about any celebrity and I'd now what happened, what 2 different websites say about that, what the celebrity did, etc. Basically everything about that gossip. I know I shouldn't get so entertained about gossip because their human beings, they need privacy , etc. But its kind of funny how the gossip websites get all hyped about that thing that happened. If you've ever seen E! News you can see how seriously they take this gossip. Sometimes they announce a break-up as if it were the start of World War III or something. I mean of course if its the break up of a huge power couple I can see their urgency. ( Like the break up between Brad and Jen in 2005 or if Brad and Angelina broke up today) But when it comes to break ups between I don't know, lets say Snookie ( from Jersey Shore) and her new boyfriend breaking up its ridiculous! I mean this comes from me who takes a lot of little things serious, like when I hit an iPod or my cellular or something I automatically have to say sorry to that object or else I'll feel guilty all day. I even took Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer's break up like WOW! I didn't stop talking about it like for 2 weeks.
See how off topic this Blog post ended up being?

Burberry Prorsum 2010 Autumn Collection

This past week was Fashion Week throughout the world. The main cities where Fashion Week is hosted are New York City and London. The shows are designed so that the events in each city don't overlap.This year Fashion Week started with a sore note since acclaimed fashion designer Lee Alexander McQueen died a few days before his runway show in New York.
Tomorrow will be the end of Fashion Week in London. Though today the Burberry Prorsum Collection, one of the most anticipated collections of the year, was shown. Unlike past years, this show was broadcasted through out the whole world. You can see the show online. In many cities like Los Angeles, New York, Dubai, Tokyo and Paris it was broadcasted in 3-D. It was broadcasted in big wide spaces were there were special made silver screens from where the runway was shown.
The show was amazing. It started out with outfits that had earth colors. Then the outfits went to darker colors (blue and black), more elegant pieces. Then came the skin coats and and from there more and more outfits were coming out , first darker tones and then more live tones like brighter greens, yellows, blues and magenta's. At the end there were coats with animal fur, mostly sheep so not many animals were killed in the process.
The main article in this show were all the jackets worn. Almost every outfit had a jacket that went with it no matter it being formal or informal.I noticed that most jackets had a sort of military and aviation vibe to them. Christopher Bailey, Chief Creative Officer, said that " The jackets had aviation like a pivotal point to them."
In the end I think it was a very successful show and many fashion magazines will praise this collection.

Earth Colors:Darker Colors:

Skin coats:Lighter Tones:
Sheep Skin Coats: