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I am so excited to learn about the revival of Quinn Rose by Idea Factory and Otomate. A new Heart no Kuni game for Nintendo Switch!!! with the original writer and artist!!!!Â
I honestly never thought this would happen, and what thrills me the most is the idea that there could be an American translation and release.Â
Some work in progress of my favorite Star Wars couple đđ
Lunch! Chicken salad, warm broccoli and jello for dessert đ
Improve my life
It has been a difficult year for me, work has consumed me more than I should have allowed. Thatâs not right, I want to feel better about myself and I need to adopt a healthier life style. I will retake my low carb regime in order to lose 10 kilos. And in order to be consistent I will start posting pictures of my meals in order to keep track of my progress.
Domingo por la tarde. Taller de creación literaria
Mi segunda tarea. En esta ocasiĂłn debĂamos de describir una bebida, yo utilice un tĂ© verde de la marca Arizona. Personalmente no me gusto, lo sentĂa exageradamente dulce y muy artificial. Esta ya es una versiĂłn corregida de mi relato original. Me felicitaron por mi buena narrativa y descripciĂłn, pero si me comentaron que me falta estilo. Es algo en lo que tengo que trabajar.
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Pasar el domingo por la tarde en casa de la abuela es la tradiciĂłn de la familia de Alicia. Cada semana sus padres compran comida para compartir. Pero este domingo es diferente, pues hoy sus padres van con las manos vacĂas y durante el camino nadie pronuncia una sola palabra. Alicia ha notado que ellos estĂĄn molestos y no entiende por quĂ©. Lo que sĂ sabe, es que se trata de un tema complicado de adultos, que ella a sus ocho años no puede comprender. Al llegar a la casa de color naranja y reja blanca, la abuela los recibe sonriente desde su mecedora en el pĂłrtico. La pequeña baja del auto y corre a abrazarla, el aroma de su perfume de lirios siempre la reconforta.
MamĂĄ y papĂĄ entran a la casa y comienzan a discutir. La niña alcanza a distinguir palabras como âtenenciaâ, âdeudasâ, âdesempleoâ e âhipotecaâ. Aunque no conoce su significado, ella las relaciona con algo malo. Lo Ășnico que puede hacer es aferrarse a los brazos de su abuela, mientras ella la acuna suavemente en su mecedora. La abuela besa la frente de Alicia y la invita a que tome un trago de la bebida que tiene a su lado. Es una lata color esmeralda con la inscripciĂłn TĂ© Verde, algo que la niña nunca ha probado. Toma la lata en sus manos y el olor a limĂłn invade su nariz, pero no es fresco como el aroma del limonero que se encuentra en su escuela, esta es una fragancia muy dulce, una que golpea sus sentidos con tanta fuerza que la siente en la garganta. Alicia da un pequeño sorbo. Percibe cĂłmo el jugo se resbala por su garganta, pero no con facilidad, pues el dulce lĂquido asemeja una textura espesa, como el jarabe de la medicina que toma cuando se siente mal. La bebida se desvanece en su boca, y deja atrĂĄs un tenue sabor a hoja de ĂĄrbol. Talvez ese es el tĂ© verde, ella no conoce el sabor. Pero es tan dĂ©bil a comparaciĂłn del endulzante, que lo Ășnico que permanece es un ligero toque de limĂłn artificial.
La niña le devuelve la lata a su abuela, quien con una sonrisa le pregunta si tiene hambre. La niña asiente con la cabeza, y ambas se levantan de la mecedora y se dirigen a la casa. Este domingo la comida la prepara la abuela, y la familia se sienta a disfrutar junta. PapĂĄ toma su mano y la mano de mamĂĄ. Con una sonrisa dĂ©bil les asegura que todo va a estar bien, mientras estĂ©n juntos. A mamĂĄ se le escapa una lagrima de los ojos, pero devuelve la sonrisa a su familia. Todo vuelve a la normalidad del domingo por la tarde, y Alicia estĂĄ feliz por eso. Â
Literary course / Curso de creaciĂłn literaria
I recently started taking a literary course. It is something that intrigues me and I am very excited to do. Here I present my first assignment, a short story, of which I am actually proud. Well it is my first assignment once it underwent corrections from my teacher and peers. I had been using adjectives excessively and using verb tenses incorrectly. However, here is the thing; I am Mexican so my course is in Spanish therefore my homework is in Spanish. I will translate my work eventually, but until I leave you with my first project.
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Acabo de comenzar un diplomado de creaciĂłn literaria y este es mi primer trabajo. MĂĄs bien, es mi primer trabajo ya corregido. Mi primer boceto tenia fallas de estilo, uso exagerado de adverbios y un desfase en el uso de los tiempos. Pero a la maestra le agrado la narraciĂłn y el concepto de la historia. Personalmente me agrado mucho la premisa, siempre me ha gustado romper con los arquetipos de fantasĂa y sinceramente creo que estos personajes pueden llegar a ser muy interesantes. Es probable que continĂșe con su historia muy pronto.
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                            Un dĂa libre
El silencio de la tarde es interrumpido por el silbido de la tetera. El gran demonio Eligos cierra su libro y colocĂĄndolo en su mesa de cafĂ©. Se levanta de su cĂłmoda silla de lectura y se dirige hacia la cocina, donde la tetera le informa que el agua para su te ya estĂĄ lista. Mientras prepara la taza perfecta de tĂ©, el terrorĂfico demonio de ojos rojos y cabello negro tararea para sĂ mismo. Para Ă©l, un dĂa libre como hoy es algo raro, siempre esta fuera cumpliendo con sus labores de general, entrenando a las legiones del infierno y asistiendo a distintas juntas de estrategia militar. Pero no este dĂa. Hoy Eligos dejĂł su indumentaria en el cuarto de armas y viste su bata afelpada de color negro. Con su taza de tĂ© ya lista, el demonio regresa a su silla para continuar con su lectura favorita, Sueño de una noche de Verano de William Shakespeare. Se acomoda, toma sus anteojos de lectura y despuĂ©s de dar un sorbo a su bebida, toma su libro y se dispone a disfrutar de esta hermosa tarde a solas en su tenebroso castillo.
De pronto alguien llama a la puerta. Eligos levanta la vista, sin estar seguro de haber escucho bien. Decide que fue su imaginaciĂłn e ignora el sonido. La puerta vuelve a insistir, ahora con mĂĄs fuerza y se escucha una voz femenina que pregunta - ÂżSeñor demonio? ÂżSe encuentra en casa? Realmente necesito hablar con usted-. El imponente general se levanta para atender el llamado, al abrir la puerta se encuentra con una joven de cabello castaño que viste un aparatoso vestido verde. Furioso por la interrupciĂłn de su placida tarde, Eligos le pregunta en voz profunda - ÂĄÂżQuiĂ©n eres y por quĂ© osas llamar a la puerta de mi castillo?! - La joven responde de forma entusiasmada. -Me llamo Lorelei, soy la princesa del Reino de TenebrĂ© y vengo porque estoy lista para que me secuestre-. Lorelei hace una reverencia y sin esperar respuesta de parte de Eligos pasa hacia el castillo. La princesa emocionada comienza a saltar al ver el lĂșgubre hogar del demonio. -Esta es la situaciĂłn - dice ella antes de que Eligos comenzara a protestar. - A mis ya veinte años es tiempo que me case con algĂșn apuesto prĂncipe y asĂ traer honor a mi familia, solo que nadie ha escuchado de la princesa de TenebrĂ©, pero si fuera secuestrada por un malvado demonio entonces me volverĂa famosa y asĂ mi padre puede ofrecer mi mano en matrimonio a quien sea capaz de rescatarme -. Enojado, Eligos dice en una voz que retumba por las paredes - ÂĄFuera de mi vista! Antes de que te encadene sobre un lago de lava ardiente y te quemes viva, lenta y dolorosamente -. Lorelei ve al demonio con asombro y responde con una sonrisa - ÂĄEsa es la actitud! Pronto la noticia de que me tienes prisionera se esparcirĂĄ y cientos de pretendientes vendrĂĄn a mi rescate -.  La princesa trae una hoja de papel en la mano y se la entrega al demonio. -Antes de que pienses que en verdad puedes lastimarme, tu jefe estĂĄ de acuerdo con el plan, le debe un favor a mi padre -. Eligos examinĂł el contrato, todo parecĂa en orden.  DebĂa de pretender secuestrar a la joven, pero sin hacerle daño para garantizar que el pretendiente mĂĄs digno sea quien la rescate. El gran general no tenĂa opciĂłn mĂĄs que seguir las ordenes de sus superiores. -Voy a ponerme cĂłmoda, llĂĄmame cuando alguien interesante llegue preguntando por mĂ-. Con esas palabras la princesa se adentra en el castillo como si ella fuera la reina del lugar.  Eligos la ve partir confundido. Suspira mientras cierra la puerta, pues cae en cuenta que el gran Duque del Infierno, comandante de 60 legiones de demonios ahora es el niñero de la mimada princesa de TenebrĂ©.
Couldnât help but draw a comic based on this post by @reybens that I saw via @thedarkbluemoon
Hope you like it! :)
So I watched Star Wars the last JediâŠand I loved it!! Great characters,music,photography, action etc. But what I loved the most was the interactions between Ben and Rey, I must admit that I am a reylo shipper now and this is my small contribution to the fandom
Shall We Dance?
My favorite route!!
I feel that every time I play Mystic Messenger I end up yelling "that bitch!" more than I end up swooning....
Mystic Messenger
So⊠I have been playing the otome game Mystic MessengerâŠ.. and I am truly hooked. I have been enjoying the original gameplay and story. To be honest I had never played an otome game before, my only experience is reading the Alice in the Country of⊠series manga, which I absolutely adore. And since I am being truthful, I have always considered otome and romance games below me; but I have been pleasantly surprised with this genre.  I was very quick to judge and had no idea what I had been missing.
So.. Mystic Messenger is great. It is original, engaging, fun and offers real character and story development. I look forward to completing all the possible routes.  But for now the funniest reaction has come from my husband⊠the following conversation happened last night:
Me: **playing Zenâs route when a certain SOMEONE makes an appearance** âTHAT BITCH!â
Hubby: Â what happened?
Me: This bitch wants to steal my boyfriend! *shows him tablet with game*
Hubby: Â *sight*
Me: Â donât judge me!
Hubby: fine, I will let you get back to your BOYFRIEND *starts sulking*
Me: whatâs the matter? Why are you mad?
Hubby:  you are taking this way to seriously, I mean it is a prescripted game⊠rembeber what happened in the movie HER?
Me:  wait a minute⊠are you jealous?
Hubby: *looks embarrassed* noâŠ
Me: but⊠you never get jealous with real life interactions or people
Hubby: yeah because in real life you establish boundaries and never give respond to unwanted attention towards youâŠ
Me: *grins mischievously * you are jealous of my game!!
Hubby: âŠ
Me: I love you too :)
The terrifying joy of unbearable responsibility
I was not able to continue with my art challenge over the weekend, it was complicated. And in addition on Monday April 24 2017 (I will never forget this date) I got some news. News that I have been waiting for quite some time, news that to some extend I was already expecting, news that will change my familyâs life forever. Â My 4 year old twins have been diagnosed in the Autism Spectrum, on grade 2.
Before starting all the official process with the neurologist and phycologist I knew that my kids where behind on their regular development.  They are 4 years old and have not developed an appropriate language, they sing, know some words and their meanings, know the alphabet (in Spanish and English), the numbers and are able to recognize their names; but no full on sentences. I was ready to hear the diagnosis, to take action and start an appropriate therapy that will help them in their continuous growth⊠I was not ready for the picture the psychologist painted for me.
This neuropsychologist had drafted a complete report based on her observations, interview with kindergarten teacher and interviews with myself and my husband. I have no doubt regarding her conclusion, but the way she broke the news was far from appropriate.
She started to say things like âI know one case where the patient got into collegeâ, âthey will always live at homeâ and âwho knows if they will ever get marriedâ. All of this in a calm voice and flashing her, I am guessing, best reassuring smile. Naturally my heart broke. I started to have all of these images of my kids having the most difficult life, not being able to face the world and to top it all I started thinking about what would happen to them if for some reason I was not present anymore.
As I was hearing her talk about the importance of teaching them to âplay normallyâ I had the most uncontrollable urge to see my kids. I needed desperately to hold them and kiss them and tell them how much I loved them. My husband and I left her office with nothing more than a polite goodbye.
As we walked down the hall of the medical business, Gabriel held my hand and gave it a squeeze, I turned to him and with a shaky voice I said âshe is a stupid bitchâ. It is not my style but I was utterly devastated. She had made me change my perception of my kids; suddenly all I could see was this huge label on top of their heads, one that read âthere is no cure for thisâ
After a silent drive home I saw my kids jumping happily up and down. Their daily routine was underway; they were having dinner as they always did. I hugged them and kiss them, and felt like as if I was doing it for the first time. Naturally I was overcome by emotion.
And that clashing of feelings has lead me to been crying on and off for this couple of days. I have shared my thoughts with friends, family and a couple more experts who insist that I should get a second opinion.
On Friday I will go to the neurologist again, to show him the results and we will see how to proceed from there. But as a read about the subject, as I talk to my kids teachers I have come to realize that they are not sick. My boys simply think differently, and therefore we must teach them differently. I have started to dive into the subject, order books from Amazon, listen to TED talks on the matter ads researched therapy centers in my hometown. We are not alone. My brilliant beautiful boys will get through this. I will be their guiding light and, as Andrew Solomon says, I will accept âThe terrifying joy of unbearable responsibilityâ and I will do it gladly.
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Day 1 of the Drawing Challenge: Self Portrait
So my basic drawing experience is anime/ manga style, so is the only way I know how to make a self-portrait. I know the proportions are all wrong and I had a minor incident with the eyes ⊠so they came out very dark (I have brown eyes) but all in all I am happy with the result.
I am by no means a real artist but I like to buy stationary and art kits, after all I am following Monica Gellerâs (from Friends)  reasoning â I could be an artists if I had the suppliesâ. And they look so beautiful, all the different colors mingling together waiting to be the tools for some masterpiece⊠but they are stuck with me.
I have been using my art supplies for coloring books, you know art therapy things, and I really enjoy myself. But now it is time to raise the bar, I will attempt a 30 Day Art Challenge. One doddle a day for 30 days, and I will report my daily progress here. Â
My point is to step out of my comfort zone and try to learn something new, who knows maybe this experience will inspire me to take an actual art class.
For now this is the challenge I will be following. I found this on Pinterest, and I though it made a lot of sense, thanks to whoever put this together!
The truth about gamer girls
During the first season of The Big Bang Theory the female protagonist, Penny, casually starts playing Halo with the rest of the guys and to their surprise she is actually pretty good. âShe has to be cheating, no one can be that good looking and that skilled at a videogameâ the character Sheldon states in discomfort as he faces defeat at the hands of Penny. A funny moment that to this day still resonates with me, an actual gamer girl.
It is not news that the term âgamer girlâ can have different connotations. Some think they are fake, some think they are ugly, and others thing that they are not at the same level as âregular gamersâ. In addition what some might consider an âaesthetically pleasingâ gamer girl is a mythological creature, one that cannot be found in the wild and thus has passed to legend.
Well, I am here to reveal a great truth âgamer guysâ, there are actually quite a lot of âgamer girlsâ in the wild. We come in all shapes, colors and sizes and some of us have been into videogames for a long time. Why canât you spot them? Simple, because inside every gamer girl there lays another very powerful being: a fangirl. And the truth is, most of you find us very annoying.
Fangirls, like me, like to scream and giggle and get involved with the fandom of their beloved games/ series/ music/ books. We like to write scenarios for our favorite characters and share our enthusiasm to anyone willing to lend an ear. Yes, we can be loud and obsessed but we have every right to be. We want to explore our hobbles, to keep in touch with something that has resonated with us on various levels, and we want to share it with those around us.
So, when this gets translated into the gamer community, itâs not always well received. Some consider that fangirls ruined franchises or take the seriousness out of gaming, and the segregation gets worst when the developers actually start taking this particular fan based into account.
Consequently games start to include a varied tapestry of characters and stories to appeal to the different audiences, and thus comments like âFinal Fantasy XV is a boy band game for girlsâ start to pop up everywhere. I use Final XV as an example of this phenomenon, because it was a very anticipated game, one that has exceeded expectations for many gamers, and yet for some it is consider fan service for giggling girls. And for those of you who refuse to play the game for this situation, you have no idea what you are missing.
In this time of connection and acceptance I urge every gamer to try any game that they want. Donât shy away from an interesting narrative because you donât feel it is meant for an audience like you. Likewise if you enjoy the lore created by a game, let your inner fan run wild. Letâs stop categorizing ourselves and the things we love, because at the end of the day those are the things that define us.
Re-run
Sometimes when I am watching a rerun of a series and I end up over- analyzing how some of the characters behave, what their current goals are and what they expect out of life. And I find myself laughing at what drives them at that moment, because I know how they will end. I know how they will find happiness and how their life plans will eventually morph into something new and how they will eventually forget how they use to be.
I wonder if that is how God feels watching our lives play by⊠He knows what is going to happen and what will eventually become of us, but yet He enjoys reliving our best and worst moments because in the end, that is what defines who we are today.