tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84307948013787896752024-03-05T11:46:01.840-04:00My Blog DiaryJibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681462138074570959noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430794801378789675.post-6602347630334011472021-02-08T23:23:00.001-04:002021-02-08T23:23:21.535-04:00Where am i now? <p> Im in the best place I've ever been, im happy and feeling like i could take the whole world. So a little update, mi relación consiguió su norte i believe, acabe mi carrera(YEII) and i work in my area which is great.</p><p>However, i think i could do so much better in every single aspect of my life. UN MEJOR TRABAJO, UNA MEJOR ORIENTACIÓN VOCACIONAL, UN MEJOR NOVIO. Why is it that when i finally have stability in my life i start to spoiled? Idk.</p><p>I just think i deserve the best and i also think i deserve not to ask myself "what if..." and make it happen instead.</p><p>This is the entry for now. </p><p><br /></p><p>Bisous,</p><p>Jiba. </p>Jibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681462138074570959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430794801378789675.post-2906716444477692552019-10-01T00:41:00.001-04:002021-02-08T23:17:34.458-04:00Perdí mi norte <br />
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Normalmente con cada aspecto de la vida nos proponemos una meta con la cual debemos cumplir para sentirnos satisfechos, felices, completos. Así mismo pasa en las relaciones después de un cierto tiempo sabes si quieres pasar el resto de tu vida con esa persona especial, asi como lo sabia yo -<i>sabia- </i>de ya no sé. Perdí mi norte. No se a dónde va esta relación, no se que quiero de ella y puede no ser nada, pudiera ser solo un mal momento como lo tiene cualquier persona pero ahora mismo no le veo un futuro.</div>
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Para mí el no poder identificar cuál es tu meta en lo que estás haciendo significa que solo estás perdiendo el tiempo, que estás malgastando el tiempo en algo que al final ya no te servirá. </div>
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Hasta cierto punto es así, sólo que en éste caso es más complejo, no se siente como perdida si no como aprendizaje. Pero me molesta internamente saber que estoy poniendo tanto empeño y dedicación sabiendo que tal vez el merito o beneficio lo lleve otra. </div>
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Entiendo que no todos tenemos el mismo reloj interno, que no puedo esperar que mi pareja siempre esté en mi misma hoja, que toma tiempo, dedicación, comunicación; encontrar esa armonía que hace que dos personas entiendan. El problema esta en cuando solo una de esas dos personas hablan y el otro siempre tiene un rebote para defenderse o "limpiarse" de cualquier acusación. Se necesita comunicación, se necesita escuchar y aunque no es obligatorio se necesita actuar ante las necesidades del otro. </div>
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<br />Jibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681462138074570959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430794801378789675.post-23846398018207840782017-07-28T01:01:00.002-04:002021-02-08T23:24:16.619-04:00I think i am an addict to love<h2 style="text-align: center;"> </h2>
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Hace dos años estaba de lo mas enamorada de mi forever crush. Un año despues, graduada y recien entrando a la uni, empiezo a tontear con quien seria mi primer novio, con quien solo dure 8 meses. </div>
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Hoy me encuentro triste, depre, aburrida todo porque quien se ha vuelto la persona mas importante en mi vida, mi mejor amigo, con quien hablo todos los dias, no sabe todo lo que siento por él. No sabe que me muero un poco cada vez que me dice cosas bonitas, no sabe que los celos me carcomen cuando habla con otra o de otra, que haria lo que fuera para pasarme las horas con él. Lo peor es que no puedo hacer nada, decir nada, sentir nada. Todo se tiene que quedar adentro, hasta hoy el único momento del año que me tomo para escribir lo que no me atevo a confesar ni hablar con nadie. No puedo decirle lo que siento porque lo quiero bastante y yo solo se arruinar las cosas bienas que me pasan, no puedo decirle porque se que aun no estoy lista to move on, no puedo decirle porque se que no siente lo mismo. Para el soy una amiga mas, una compañera con quien compartir ideas y recomendaciones. </div>
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I know i'm too young but i'm already tired of being alone, of not getting the chance to be with that one person that makes me happy, i juat really wanna meet that person and if i have, why can't i be with him already? </div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;">Nunca te conteste una pregunta: "Yo te gusto?" Puede que en el momento yo me lo estuviera negando a mi misma y por orgullosa no te dije que SI tu me gustas y tal vez las cosas hubieran sido mas sencillas desde ahi qué se yo? Aunque tal vez no por que aunque tu no me estuvieras pidiendo amores iba a ser raro ser algo sin serlo (por lo menos para mi) (aunque me hubiera gustado). Luego de que, en algun momento en el camino, me diera cuenta de que estaba siendo muy tonta por ser tan orgullosa y no decirte, ya era muy tarde, porqué? Me escribio mi mejor amiga diciendome que tu le estabas escribiendo (<span style="margin-left: 0.2ex; margin-right: 0.2ex;"><img alt="👀" class="CToWUd" data-goomoji="1f440" goomoji="1f440" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f440" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /></span>) y bueno yo dije:"perdi mi chance" y deje que tu hicieras a gusto pero dolio un poco. Creo que lo supere como a principios de octubre y ya no me molestaba el verte con mi amiga y oirte decirle cosas hasta que un mes despues hablando con otra amiga descubri que con ella tambien intentaste algo (que especial me debi haber sentido <span style="margin-left: 0.2ex; margin-right: 0.2ex;"><img alt="😒" class="CToWUd" data-goomoji="1f612" goomoji="1f612" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f612" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /></span>) ese fue el momento en que entendi que ya no sentia nada por ti <span style="margin-left: 0.2ex; margin-right: 0.2ex;"><img alt="😕" class="CToWUd" data-goomoji="1f615" goomoji="1f615" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f615" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /></span>. Dias despues tu mejor amigo me pide ser su novia, asi nada mas xd y no me lo creo y le digo que no (yo lo adoro bastante pero como un hermano o un primo) entonces 3 dias despues me cuentan que el fue un tonto por hacerlo asi que eso no fue lo que le dijeron que hiciera y que no podian creer que el teniendo una oportunidad asi la cago sabiendo que hay otros (tu) que tenian mas chance y lo estaban haciendo bien, lograndolo y se echaron para atras por su amistad. Cuando me entere senti toda clases de cosas entre ellas furia, si te importaba tanto por que lo dejaste asi porque le diste el chance a el si sabias que no lo iba a lograr. Todo eso me dejo con tantas preguntas y mientras mas trato de responderlas por ti mas me confundo. Despues de hablarlo con mi confidente entendi y llegue a la conclusion de que aunque yo quiera y tu quieras ( que no creo que quieras debido a que al parecer tu ya pasaste la pag.) no vamos ni podemos estar juntos debido a que somos al parecer demasiados buenos como para interferir con la felicidad de nuestros amigos para ser felices. Escribir esto solo me pone triste por que en realidad me hace falta que me acoses que me abraces que me escribas cosas que me pongan roja y me mandes fotos que me hagan sonreir. No creo que te hayas dado cuenta pero en el mes (que estupido fue eso no fue mas de un mes <span style="margin-left: 0.2ex; margin-right: 0.2ex;"><img alt="😒" class="CToWUd" data-goomoji="1f612" goomoji="1f612" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f612" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /></span>) que estuviste cortejandome(?)conquistandome(<wbr></wbr>?)nose(?) Yo estuve mas sonriente mas rojita xd tenia un brillo diferente y si senti todas esas cosas que se sienten when you know....<span style="margin-left: 0.2ex; margin-right: 0.2ex;"><img alt="😶" class="CToWUd" data-goomoji="1f636" goomoji="1f636" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f636" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /></span>i love you i mean it <span style="margin-left: 0.2ex; margin-right: 0.2ex;"><img alt="😘" class="CToWUd" data-goomoji="1f618" goomoji="1f618" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f618" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /></span> (i'm not sure about those words yet) (mi version de la historia, cual es la tuya? Es en serio quiero saber)</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;">PD2: yo adoraba como me mirabas con ese brillo i dont know but is not the same intente matenerte la mirada pero you keep avoiding me i dont know why (una de las razones por las cuales no voy a mandar esto)</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;">Act. 1-1-16: tengo planeado decirte todo esto pero no se como. No tengo nada que perder</span></span></h3>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Act. 2-2-16: hace 30 dias te hable y te pregunte what if...? Con toda la inocencia y la esperanza de que me complaciera la respuestas pero tus valores son mas fuertes que tus sentimientos y esos grandioso, eso me encanta de ti, no fue lo que yo espere y aunque te entiendo eso no impidio que doliera...me dolio puede que todavia me duela pero esta cambiando todavia me atraes pero no como antes por que ya se que nada se puede ni podra por que perdi mi chance... Me resultaba fastidioso verte con otra pero hoy no me importo tanto supongo que</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">se me esta pasando <span style="margin-left: 0.2ex; margin-right: 0.2ex;"><img alt="😞" class="CToWUd" data-goomoji="1f61e" goomoji="1f61e" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f61e" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /><img alt="😶" class="CToWUd" data-goomoji="1f636" goomoji="1f636" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/1f636" style="margin: 0px 0.2ex; max-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle;" /></span></span></span></h3>
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Jibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681462138074570959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430794801378789675.post-62523076085604607402015-08-28T11:09:00.001-04:002015-08-28T11:09:59.649-04:00Justin Bieber - What Do You Mean? (Lyric Video)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NywWB67Z7zQ" width="480"></iframe>Jibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681462138074570959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430794801378789675.post-7698903829065045672015-08-20T01:45:00.001-04:002016-05-15T20:52:14.972-04:00WHY ARE GUYS THE WAY THEY ARE?<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Why does one text from the right guy with words can change me so much? it doesn't even have to be a text, just a touch, a phrase, a picture. Why does the little things make me so fragile? why did i have fall for his charm? why did i believe him in first place at all? coz' i knew that wouldn't work from the beginning but i just let it (or him, idk) get me. I now realize what a fool i've been, i mean yeah he did said he got a thing for me, but was it even real? i don't think so, because if it were true, if he did really felt what he said he was feeling, it would have not been so easy to forget, he would have not gave up that easy. But that just what i like to think because i think i'm worth the effort, maybe he just don't feel the same way because if he would have done something to work it out, i had been willing to try but i just don't think i am anymore and it makes me sad that now we don't have the same confidence to talk about stuff anymore and it's all his fault i blame it on him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">His was (is?) a good friend, someone i could talk to and joke with but we weren't that close until a few months ago he started to make eyes to me and he'll always be around when we were in school and if he'd know my friends and i had plans he'd tag along i just didn't know why. Then he started texting and saying thing i'd never<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> have expected from him or anyone at the time, but less from him, that's when i got confused as sh*t and i didn't know how to react, i mean i</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> liked what he said and I think i even started to like all of it but did not want to leave it to him so easy. T</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">wo weeks after having finished school texts with nice cute messages stopped and wondered why, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I thought " well maybe trying to give me space " But time passed and we no longer talked as before. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I decided I would not let it get to me after all I was the one who was playing hard to get and everything was fine in peace and calm until the day when my best friend told me she had something to tell...</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">He had told her he was going to "conquer" her and my friend , who knew everything that had happened between us was not comfortable with the situation, so she told me and asked me "what should i do?" and i honestly didn't know i was brokenhearted and so she asked me if it was ok for her to ask him "what had happened to the two of us ?" and so i told her of course she could and to let me know the answer and his response didn't make me feel any better like i thought it would. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">And now here i am at 1 a.m. writing on my blog, that nobody reads, how i feel, letting the internet know first than anyone else who really matters in my life how i feel about the guy i liked since 7th grade. How I feel? </span><span style="line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">devastated, stupid, broken, sad. And the worst part? i was doing fine before he declared his L-O-V-E for me. Yes, love. He said he love me but i think he was just confused or wanted to experience something i don't know. I'm done.</span></span></div>
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it has been long since i last post something here but i'm always here xd and here is a video of a new proyect i'm working on hope you like it :)Jibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681462138074570959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430794801378789675.post-4728267315155988342014-12-18T01:24:00.001-04:002021-02-08T23:49:21.339-04:00What i'm going to do with my life?<span id="goog_1941565941"></span><span id="goog_1941565942"></span>Hi guys (to whoever will read this anyway) how have you been? i'm fine (in case you were wondering) so lately i've been asking my self what i'm going to do? what i'm doing with my life? and answering these questions has been a real headache.<br />
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<br />Jibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16681462138074570959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8430794801378789675.post-33335756002277144932013-04-03T20:28:00.004-04:002021-02-08T23:48:56.924-04:00**ALERT**New Entrance <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
Hey There!<br />
I'm back! Yeiii,okno<br />
So i'm here to share a few things with you beautiful people:<br />
First: i'm turning 15 in two weeks Yeeiii me<br />
Second: We , me and my friends, are making a new blog just for books, so we are updating books for readers out there and we have books of all the types and idioms mostly in Spanish but there gonna be some in English. Well i'm just letting you know, and i'll post the link later.(i don't even know if someone see my blog, anyway).<br />
Third: there was actually a third one but i'm not sure about sharing this so i'm not.<br /><br /><div>Bisous,<br />
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so that's it. Tomorrow will be more BECAUSE we are going...........................................to.........................the...........................................................................................BEACH </div>
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My life goes from bad to worse, to begin my flight was moved less days in miami bone (I think I'm very pessimistic), I could not go to the beach, either go to my grandmother's house, on the other hand i wake up and found a beautiful picture, i'll show you:</div>
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Hey! Guess What? my father just told everybody in my house his shoes are more important than anybody xD Luckily my self esteem is very high because otherwise it would affect me. I'm Sharing this with you in MY blog because...The Socials Network don't help, nobody cares, i don't want people judging me and...... i think that's it :)</div>
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Finally found a picture of Liam with Baby Lux it was really hard </div>
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<li><span style="background-color: white;">-Read more than 25 books </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">-Visit all my Grand grandparents</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">-Travel somewhere; it doesn't matter if is in this same country i just want get out of my house </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">-get a life project </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">-lost </span><span style="background-color: white;">weight</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">-Decorate my room </span></li>
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<li><span style="background-color: white;">-Get a Boyfriend; I am just joking i want to but not now but if it comes well what can i do?</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">-Sleep a lot; even Thought that i don't sleep until 2 in the morning, i'm doing this well </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">-Make me a tattoo; of course is going to be fake because i am too young but i still want it </span></li>
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<span style="background-color: white;">-</span><span style="background-color: white;">Grand-grandfather's dead. RIP</span><br />
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-<a href="http://www.polyvore.com/">Polyvore</a>; a beautiful place where i can spend my day without a worry; But They can't give me a boyfriend .-.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I wish i had a boyfriend who i can pass the time with but the thing is even if i had a boyfriend i can't get out of my house because my dad don't let me go out :@. At this very moment i wish i had someone who i can cuddle with but i don't and that depress me :(. I Think i am too fat but when i start doing </span><span style="background-color: white;">exercise or if i'm eating healthy i get tired and i give up :(.</span></div>
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