Have I gone mad?


When I was around 11 years old, most of my family believed I was crazy because I was into learning different languages and different kind of music, my mom thought I was crazy because I preferred to read over going out when I was 14. Most of my relatives called me crazy when I moved out my mom’s and started living 9 hours away with my older brother to have a better high school when I was 15.
My “new friends” called me weird, because I looked kinda nerdy and didn’t liked to drink, then I started partying when I was 18 and when to college to study Industrial Design and they said I acted nuts. Then again the use the same word when I decided to drop out college because design wasn’t really my thing..
Crazy again because I entered to engineer university in a major called “Biobusiness”. Madness was again my thing when I decided to volunteer in Russia for the summer and fall like a fool in love. Came back and moved again to another big industrial city, with a broken heart, started to accept challenges, I realised I had to make more changes, so I changed my degree again, “ARE YOU CRAZY?!”.

My major now is Advertising and Market Communications, but today, I decided to make one more little change and pierce my nose, for myself, because I f*cking like it. What did they call me again? CRAZY.

Well, the thing is, I’ve done pretty good things with my life. I’m happy with who I am and the decisions I’ve made, I have no regrets… only hard life lessons, but it is MY life, and I am the one who is living it, so yeah, If CRAZY, MAD, WEIRD, DIFFERENT, is the only words you have in your vocabulary to describe MY life in, please save it to yourself, I don’t care what you think, be more original I’ve heard those before, and honestly what I decide or everyone decides to do with their own lives, is non of your business “normal” people.



I want to write a book.

Since I have memory, I’ve always wanted to write a book, I used to make mini-stories about what happened to me on the day in small pieces of paper wrapped as a brochure, of course it was mostly drawings (bad drawings) but I liked them, then right off I started writing and reading I kept journals, I have journals since I can recall. Most of them were written with really bad grammar and ugly writing, but they were mine. My journals, my stories, my creations… Then I started blogging. But I still have journals, and one of my dreams, that now I’m turning into a goal, is to have a book about my travels, but I have to have one special journey. I’ve not traveled as much as many others but, I will. And trust me, I will write about it. Hope it make it big, and you all can read it and have a copy of it.

One of my best friends sent me something from South Korea, we both grew up in Mexico (I’m Mexican, she’s not) but didn’t met until I moved to the city where she also lived, we became good friends in high school and when it was over, she had to move back to her country, we’ve been exchanging letters, sarcastic postcards, some art I made and she sends me stuff like face masks (Fact: Korean facial products work really good by the way) and some notebooks, because she knows how much I love to write.

But this, this last one, oh man! Did it changed something in me, she motivated me… And I can’t wait until I’m done with it!


I hope we meet again and this time, I want her to be the first to read my book-to-be.


Am I the only one who is afraid of not doing what they want to do in life?

I’ve been thinking lately that time is just winning the battle here, a battle I knew I couldn’t win. I am getting older and I think I’m running out of time. Someone told me that my life hasn’t even started, but I’m afraid, afraid of not accomplish all the great things I have in mind, I’m afraid that I’m going to wake up old and realise I am not happy with the things I’ve done, that I should have done more, but what else can I do now? I can’t seem to find a balance between, job, university, my hobbies and my personal life. I see other people, as capable as I am, but they can and somehow I can’t. I can’t find a job, I’m not doing as good in school as I wish, I wish I traveled more, but there are factors like the ones I mention before, I want to write, I want to paint I want to learn new languages and practice the ones I know, I want to be with my friends and go out, party, work out, and still be healthy enough to survive my 20’s. What is the key? What is the secret? What am I doing wrong? I have this “scarcity” of a life I can have (because I’m blessed and I have everything to be happy) but I can’t. And as I write this, I realise how stupid and selfish I am, but I can’t stop feeling like this.



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Take a moment to appreciate this ScreenShot here…

Let me tell you a few things you might don’t know about Mexico, my country, the country I share with other 119 426 000 habitants… If you’ve been to my country you won’t let me lie and say that this image it’s just… how to put it in a nice word? BULLSHIT nonsense.

Well yeah, I mean we do have sauce, pretty girls, corn fried toritillas that you may know as nachos, veggies, dogs (one in particular that looks ugly in there but it’s quite a … we’ll get there), sombreros, burritos, ponchos, cactus, TACOS, tequila.. etc…

But Mexico is just so much more, so here are a few things that I would like to share with you about this colourful country.

(I have to admit that I love the mix of the colours in the screenshot up there)


You see that little flag over there, has been through a lot of changes, and its meaning is simple in a way but has a lot of history, a friend of mine recently asked me if I knew the meaning of the colours, and I did remember the meaning of two but I couldn’t get them all and there are just 3 colours (shame on me)… Green is for hope, white is for unit/unity and red is for the blood of our national heroes (because they died for us)

Here are some facts: We have a songs, poems and the day of the flag is February 24, it is illegal to wear the flag, or be disrespectful, use it in an appropriate way, you can really go to jail or pay a big amount of money, ask Miley. Maybe we are not the only country that does that, but do you know the real meaning behind the flag of your country?


I think we are pretty famous about our diversity in food. Yes some of us like our food spicy but we don’t always or not all of us eat chilli or “JALAPENOS”. I would like to describe to you what Mexican food is like, but I just can’t, I mean take a look…

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Buñuelos 🙂 #food #mexicanfood #buñuelos

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Conchas! (Mexican sweetbread) #mexicanfood

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Ok I need to stop because I’m starting to get hungry just at looking. Maybe it doesn’t look as tasty as it is, but I can asure you that if you come to Mexico and try to eat everything you will gain like 4 to 5 kg (10 lbs) in less than a month. (Ask your friends that have come here, I have plenty of testimonies of friends of mine from many different countries.)


I bet to you that If you come to México and see a person in the street (that it’s not going to a party or a festival) with a sombrero, poncho and huaraches I’ll buy you dinner. We seriously don’t go out dressed like the girl in the screenshot. We do have traditional costumes and some people wear native clothes from their region but the majority wear normal clothes, and by normal I mean regular standard clothes, we are not some fashion capital or something like Paris or Milan, but we do like to design clothes because we are proud of what we are, but Mexican designers are more practical than autochthonous clothes.

Ricardo Seco’s design

THE DOG: “Xoloitzcuintle

Ancient mexican dog that I’ve only seen couple of times in my life. The weird name “xolozciuntle” it’s in nahuatl, that means dog with out hair. You can see one in the Chapultepec Zoo in DF.

The one in the right.


We say bad word, we speak with double meanings, we use a lot of english words, it’s hard to understand the spanish that we speak even in different parts of Mexico, it’s not the same one word in the south that in the north and so. In my experience talking to people from Colombia, Spain, Argentina, Peru, Ecuador, etc.. in spanish it’s just hard. I spend one summer living with a Columbian friend, sometimes we had to speak in english because what I said he understood something else, and I always misunderstood him. If you speak spanish you can have an idea of what it’s like by watching this musical video.

And I could think a lot of more things to share about my country and its gigantic culture, our parties, architecture, art, natural wonders, traditions, etc… but I guess that you’ll have to come, because living in Mexico, adopting Mexican culture it’s a challenge and a real experience. We are proud of what we are, at least I am, I am in love with México.

Note: This is the only picture of me wearing a sombrero and I was in a global village sharing my culture.

Un beso,


The new me that has always been there…


Say hello to another future publicist…. YES! I’ve changed my degree again and yes I might as well get out of university until 2017, I know, it seems like forever, but try to picture things as I do.

1. When almost all of friends graduate, I’m gonna be studying abroad, living life as an exchange student.

2. I’ll still have time to volunteer in another country, again (I’m hoping is Island or India).

3. I’m as young as them, but I still don’t have to worry about paying my bills (thanks a lot father, I really REALLY appreciate it).

4. I might as well find my dream job before I graduate or start my own small business.

5. And last I did what I wanted, I know people that consider plenty of times changing their degree because they weren’t satisfied or happy but they didn’t have the guts to do it. And I did… two times, because when I’m not happy, I won’t settle.

So, I’m going to be publicist and I’m trying to learn as much as I can to be excellent at what I’m gonna do with my life.

Ciao a tutti!