Á mi primer amor….. Cuba

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Perdonamé Cuba, yo se que en hace mucho tiempo no he hablado sobre ti, casi como que no estábamos juntos pero porfa aceptar eso como mi disculpa.
Sin ti, no podría ser la mujer quien soy hoy, tu lo juro eso. Fuiste tú que me ensenado a ser fuerte, independiente y orgullosa. Era mi primer tiempo fuera de mi hogar por tanto tiempo y con todas las complicaciones, todavía usted me dio todo que necesitaba para sobrevivir.
Un mundo sin Face, sin móvil, sin comida rápida, sin TV!!! Era una lucha pero cause de ti, cuido mis relaciones con amigos y familia como oro. Nadie puede entender los conflictos personales que se presenta en un mundo tan cerrado pero abierto.
La loca chica que se enamoró con el Malecon, casi cada noche estábamos ojo a ojo con las estrellas, y sin duda con refresco de limon y mi botella de ron (3 anos) ese paz que tuve en estos días solo puedo encontrar en mis sueños. Creo que no existe en el mundo despertada.
También mis leyenda con palabrotas contra otros, creo que en 3 semanas, sabía cómo destruir un hombre con Cuba-ñol jajajaja, gracias mis locos amigos en el Malecon, las amistades que erán hechos en tu presencia eran desde loca y frágil hasta los que están en mi corazón para siempre.
Conoci a mi segunda madre Merici, ella erá mi fuerza en momentos cuando un abrazo valia mas que diamantes. Sabes las problemas que tenia allá, y ella con tu poder, y me dio el coraje para andar con mi cabeza arriba orgullosamente. Ahora ella esta con Dios y yo se que cuando veo las estrellas en formación de ‘La Osa Mayor’ como mi tatuaje, ella esta mirándonos con cariño.
Cuba, no puedo describir la libertad que tu me ha dejado, esó es más que palabras pueden explicar.
Tuvimos nuestra primer encuentro con la naturaleza y aunque me gusta el mundo natural creo que es mejor si voy por las calles, no por las valles! Mucho estrés para los bichos, no vale la pena!
En tiempos buenos y malos, con peleas y amores, entre los engañadores y las aventuras, nada puede tener la maravilla que tuvimos. Desde Coppelia helados por desayuno hasta mis pizzas en mi borrachería, todos sabían que usted, Cuba, me tenía desde mi llegada.
Como un primer novio nunca voy a borrarte de mi vida, incluso si te sientes que no te amo te lo juro que sigues en mi corazón pa siempre.

Espero que usted me entiendes y lo encuentras en su corazón para que me perdone……

Aic3la

We HAVE to take care our our ‘Vintage’ generation…

This post comes close to my heart so please do excuse a bit of rambling…

My grandparents are the structure of my life. The perfect combination of their love created the enigma that entertains you now. Pver the past few years, during the care of my late Grandfather who passed in 2008 from Prostate Cancer to the present care of my Nana who has reduced mobility, i could not be more grateful for the outside support provided to them in their time of need. 

In a society where the Elderly are often viewed as a burden i am finding it hard to stomach the horror stories and lack of government and public support towards them. This post was inspired by an article posted on the my local council Website, detailing briefly the plight of 2 elderly men having to face care cuts and how they feel about the way they are being treated.

I will post a link to the article but i can imagine everyone in the world has a connection to these kinds of stories, if not directly affected.

Especially as a young woman, it is very easy to think my generation will never get old and that we will never need anyone to look after us. I feel society is making the generation gap even bigger by scaring old and young people further away from each other. 

Of course, the are scum of the earth who will prey on the elderly to commit crimes but for the rest of the population it is hard to understand how Vintage people cope with everyday life especially when they are not supported.

Many cultures around the world live in the same house as their elders or nearby so they are integrated into the family however for various reasons, this is not the case for everyone.

Many elderly people are moved into care homes or simply abandoned by their families due to the amount of care they need. It is inevitable that the time and financial cost will rise as we age however this is no reason for the treatment they receive today.

Many are sent bills and letters yetthey have limited sight, some are veterans of past wars and want to feel independent yet the do not have access to the outside world. Some crave interaction and recognition yet health reasons have caused them to retreat into themselves. 

Brought to light most recently is an incessant need to hold onto old memories which create dangerous living conditions also known as Hoarding. 

and unfortunately they are only found once it’s too late, showing they lack of regard for their lives.

Not every vintage person is the same but i think we as a society need to respect them and at least let them know somebody is watching out for their well-being.

Our failing economy will never be adequate for the ever growing population so we need to start relying on each other instead of waiting for ‘things to get better’.

Apologies if this is not what you expected as a blog post but….. on the other hand i really don’t.

If we are lucky enough to get old, it will make sense one day……

Here is the article

http://www.kilburntimes.co.uk/news/pensioners_in_brent_being_let_down_by_services_1_3058179 

This is my opinion and should not be attached to the people or companies mentioned whatsoever.

Thank you.

 

We HAVE to take care of our ‘Vintage’ generation…

This post comes close to my heart so please do excuse a bit of rambling…

My grandparents are the structure of my life. The perfect combination of their love created the enigma that entertains you now. Over the past few years, during the care of my late Grandfather who passed in 2008 from Prostate Cancer to the present care of my Nana who has reduced mobility, i could not be more grateful for the outside support provided to them in their time of need.

In a society where the Elderly are often viewed as a burden i am finding it hard to stomach the horror stories and lack of government and public support towards them. This post was inspired by an article posted on the my local council Website, detailing briefly the plight of 2 elderly men having to face care cuts and how they feel about the way they are being treated.

I will post a link to the article but i can imagine everyone in the world has a connection to these kinds of stories, if not directly affected.

Especially as a young woman, it is very easy to think my generation will never get old and that we will never need anyone to look after us. I feel society is making the generation gap even bigger by scaring old and young people further away from each other.

Of course, the are scum of the earth who will prey on the elderly to commit crimes but for the rest of the population it is hard to understand how Vintage people cope with everyday life especially when they are not supported.

Many cultures around the world live in the same house as their elders or nearby so they are integrated into the family however for various reasons, this is not the case for everyone.

Many elderly people are moved into care homes or simply abandoned by their families due to the amount of care they need. It is inevitable that the time and financial cost will rise as we age however this is no reason for the treatment they receive today.

Many are sent bills and letters yet they have limited sight, some are veterans of past wars and want to feel independent yet the do not have access to the outside world. Some crave interaction and recognition yet health reasons have caused them to retreat into themselves.

Brought to light most recently is an incessant need to hold onto old memories which create dangerous living conditions also known as Hoarding.

and unfortunately they are only found once it’s too late, showing they lack of regard for their lives.

Not every vintage person is the same but i think we as a society need to respect them and at least let them know somebody is watching out for their well-being.

Our failing economy will never be adequate for the ever growing population so we need to start relying on each other instead of waiting for ‘things to get better’.

Apologies if this is not what you expected as a blog post but….. on the other hand i really don’t.

If we are lucky enough to get old, it will make sense one day……

 

 

We HAVE to take care of our ‘Vintage’ generation… was originally published on The Many Words Of Aic3la

Life has ripped my dream blanket into 2 pieces…..

You know when you think you have it all planned out. When you buy all you need n assign the extra pennies to savings. When you ACTUALLY call the bank to sort out your finances and rename your savingz account. When you find a website that has affordable flights for your next amazing career destination. Well that was me n now that bird fell out of a tree and broke 1 wing and 1 leg, stil concious but can only save one ….

I have known for a while something was wrong due to family medical history however i just took it in my stride n kept living my dreams.

In short, on Halloween, (yeh i kno!) i was admitted into hospital with severe abdominal pains which have now being diagnosed as fibroids. These are non-cancerous growths in the uterus that grow off female hormones. Many women never have any problems with or dont realise they have them. Some have children without any problems while other suffer years of pain trying and end up having a hysterectomy to have a better quality of life.
For many, including many amazing strong woman in my family, it meant booking days off work and literally crying in pain every month when ‘Flo came to town’.
I was aware i was likely to get it but it seems a simple urine infection threw my body into a panic n decided enough was enough.
The fibroids have spoken….
Im usually a super social, food loving, party rocker who loves booking a flight however this time in hospital has made me think of MY future and what I really want.
I always thought i would travel and then at some point meet my soulmate and then settle down to have some bambinos but now that im havin this reality check i may now have a unknown timer on my uterus…..
I suppose every woman (and most men) get to a stage when they have to plan their futures, whether they want kids or keep following their dreams.
We are in such a culture of multitasking that no1 has the mind to make 1 desicion and live with it (the day we get an ‘unsend email’ button, the world will go mad!)
But i wonder, and encourage you all to think about…..

What you would do if someone took your dream blanket away and gave you 2 options ‘Family or Career’ n the 1 you chose would be eternally blessed with opportunities and self fullfilment while the other fades into a distant dream.

WHICH ONE WOULD YOU CHOOSE?

On a brighter note i will be starting an international charity for support of Women with Fibroids in Central and South America. Any advice is welcome 😀

Where the fuck is Ken???

So this entry is based on a lesson I had today.

The lesson was based on the stereotypes based put on female managers in the workplace, if the woman wants to become successeful. It was basically saying she has to become ‘more masculine’ to suceed n etc… I don’t agree but sometimes we got stop smiling n stand up for ourselves n if that makes u a man then u go Tommy boy!! Im kool tho thanx!

Anyhoo ma chain of craziness brought me back to my childhood. I was obsessed with two films The Lion King and The Little Mermaid (Still am!!) now content wise 2 very different films, one talk about family pride, betrayal, murder, hakuna matata of course while the other talks about rebellion against your family to follow your heart with an amazing caribbean crab as ur side kick BUT WHAT IS MY POINT…..

Well i never really played with dolls, i was more of a teddy bear girl but i think about todays society and i have many young female family members comin up and i have noticed a MASSIVE ABSENCE.

In a world of the working women who were raised buy Barbie AND Ken doll sets, making them kiss and wondering y ken kudn’t have real hair, im thinking is society trying to a independent future for women. I mean we are always hearing about career women who freeze thier eggs and throw themselves into thier jobs however these same women were the barbie generation who has the horse and cart, the shelly babies, that infamous play kitchen and all that good stuff and look how they reverted against those ideals….

Is society making our little girls believe men don’t exist??

Obviously with high school musical (Zac E…..) n the one and only Justin Bieber they are seeing men in the limelight but what about in a family environment??  We complain about the level of teenage preganacies and the fact gurls r running around wearing those STRANGE butt cheeks shelf shorts but from the beginning society has lacked to inspire them of a family.

Now before i get buss up 4 bigging up stereotypical families i was raised by a single mother and am an only child so i had ma own struggle but I can’t help bout wonder if i had played with barbie and ken together would i have tattooed into my mind a family even though my reality was very different?

With the rise in Universitiy fees n the silly Olympics coming to steal our parking spaces (Y DIDN’T THEY SPREAD IT OVER ENGLAND AND ADVERTISE THE COUNTRY INSTEAD OF SQUEEZING IT INTO ZONES 1-6????)  I think its time we start really question the children of our future and ask ourselves…

WHERE THE FUCK DID KEN GO????