Tuesday, January 15, 2008

New Year, New Life, New Ways!

It's time for a change...

During the last 7 months since my last post I've pondered about many aspects of my life, and I've come to the conclussion that this blog must come to an end.

Since my first reason for creating Egg yol! was to satirize my own life and suddenly had a twist that didn't end like a fairy tale. How on earth can I erase everything and rewrite?

I'm too damn lazy for that, so...

I've closed a circle of my life and now entering a new era I can't use this web scrap book anymore, and probably I might, still don't know, but may be, in a short period of time, though I'm not yet sure, create a new blog with a different subject and an different name, unfortunately not available for english spoken people.

To those who read my blog since the beginning to the end I thank you for being a big part of my blog life and just a few became a part of my real life too.

I will be visiting my favorite blogs once in a while so I don't loose all of you.

With love

Egg Yol!

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The Moment we all been waiting for!!

Alright people ... here are the ...Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccsssss!!!

From the Trip to Egypt I took last May, finally, I was too lazy and too shocked to try and download them.

How can that be possible? Such a man as small as a mosquito shock me?

Anyway....Here's the linky.

Happy Wednesday Everyone!


oh, PS: The description is in spanish so....Get yourselves a dictionary 'cause I'm too lazy to translate for ya!.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Reorganizing Thoughts!

And when will this ever end!?!?!?!...

I wanted to shut down this blog right after my return from Egypt, I thought it made no sense anymore to keep up updating it when I felt blocked inside. But, I guess I'll keep blogging some more, that way it will remind me of all the stuff I've done through these 3 years of blogging.

So I turned 28 yesterday, and for the first time in my life I feel I have achieved something, of course not economically because I still don't have a grave to die in but emotionally I think I'm doing puurrrfect.

At least, I feel the pressure off my chest and now I'm rearranging my thoughts now that I have closed the circle, strange thing, although I went through some though moments when I was in Egypt I don't regret spending the time and the money, on the contrary I feel it was a good investment for my well being. Do I feel angry? Yes, very much, I guess is better to feel anger than to feel sorrow, still, anger is bad for the health so I must work on this to get it over with, besides, Egypt guy is not worth it.

Putting into balance my relationship of almost 5 years with Ali although he hasn't been the greatest man in the world and sure he doesn't want to go further with the relationship I think it hasn't been so bad, or at least, it hasn't been as tormentous as the internet relationship I had with Egypt guy for 2 years before I decided he should take a hike.

Even after I came back two weeks ago, I just heard from Egypt guy, but he wasn't happy, I had taken a picture of me and Ali a few days before and I post it on my display on the messenger, Egypt guy saw it and just blew up like an atomic bomb. Did he at least said happy birthday to me? Of course he didn't but I don't care anymore.

Why am I still keeping in touch with this man after all he did? Well it's quite simple, I have entered a game, just to see where this will all end, he hasn't blocked me and I'm just waiting for that moment to come, or maybe he wants me to block him but that will never happen, I must see where this thing between me and him ends. Probably with a big fight, probably with a truce; from my end I would like to end it with a nice friendship, afterall, still he keeps a special place in my heart that no one will ever replace.

One thing I realized and I'm really impressed with what I found. I missed Ali so much while he was away, when I knew he wasn't coming the day he said he would (he messed up the arrival dates) I felt completely broken and I really thought he wasn't going to come back and I had no way to reach any of his family members to check if he was alright because I didn't hear from him for 3 weeks, I was worried sick and I had no other choice but to wait. Finally he came back, and I cried.

WTF why did I have to cry when Ali came back if I don't love him, and why didn't I cry when I left Egypt guy, the man "I love".

Does this mean I love the man I think I don't love?

I guess only time will tell.

So, what are the achievements since May 29 2006 to May 29 2007?

1 - I traveled more than I thought I could

2 - I did a liposuction and lost 2 dress sizes (sweet dream come true)

3 - I developed a gift I thought I would never have

4 - I went to Egypt to find the truth about my feelings, myself, and to open my eyes and to realize not all that I see, is what I think I want.

5 -And most important I realized my happiness was inside of me all the time and not hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Happy Wednesday Everyone!

Saturday, May 19, 2007

The Circle is Closed after 7 years!

Oh dear...

I didn't post anything since march, my mind was totally blank because of the travel arrangements to finally get to meet the man I fell in love with over the intetnet 7 years ago.

The day finally came on May 5th. what can I say? Instead of coming back with questions closed I came back with more questions than I ever imagined, but I guess that's a natural thing though.

I can't say anything bad about him, but from my side I did the best I could to make it seem like a fairy tail but imagination is such a bitch with me that when I saw the real thing it wasn't what I was expecting....at all.

We talked, a few, his cellular phone wouldn't stop ringing all day long so the quality time to get to know each other better in 6 days wasn't there, plus we would argue about things I quite don't remember anymore so there were lots of silent moments aswell, then his mother gets sick for a few days and I had to be alone, in a country I don't know so we didn't have time for almost anything but touring around for 3 days here and there, it was nice while it lasted.

This could only happen to me!

While Egypt guy's mother was sick (let's pretend she really did) I was so damn nervous, so damn scared when he dropped me over to the hotel and he was going to leave me alone without knowing if he was ever going to come back that I turned sick with diarrhea the whole day, hell I lost 7 lbs. so it was totally worth the sickness. But I wasted a whole days locked in a hotel room and doing nothing but to worry, nice thing he's mobile phone was available the whole time so we could keep in touch right?


The last time I heard from him he called me at 2 am asking how I was doing, this was on a friday.

Later in the morning I was feeling much better from my run runs so I decided to go down stairs and look around the beautiful hotel I was staying at and I saw this jewelry store and there was this cute old man showing me some stuff I really liked, I think he saw the look on my face when I told him I was waiting for friend to pick me up in the afternoon that he told me not to wait for him and better to see around beautiful Egypt because it was going to be hard to come back, and he was right, why would I be stuck in a hotel room waiting for a person to take me around when I am a grown woman and I have a damn brain that I can use and a whole new country to discover, Hell yeah! I said and went directly to the lobby to ask for a taxi to tour me around.

So I called Egypt guy and told him I was going out, I heard he was happy that I was going to have a distraction, and so I asked him if he was going to be able to pick me up before 6 pm and he said yes, and so off I went to my journey around the city of Cairo.

I came back around 5:30 pm and when I wanted to call him to double check if he was coming.... his cellular phone that never stops ringing all day long suddenly was out of service OH MY FUCKING GOD I thought, he dumped me!!!!.

I called him several times and phone was still off, probably more than a couple of hours I tried and it was still off, I had to call my parents to let them know if they wanted to call him to talk to me they should not worry because I was going to be in the hotel and Egypt guy's phone was temporarely out of service. Of course my dad never buys any stories without wearing his Sherlock Holmes hat and investigating the cause of such evil acts so the list of a thousand questions appeared, we spoke over an hour and my father still wouldn't buy my story, but I didn't even knew what was going.

So now knowing I was on my own for the rest of my trip I decided to make it worth while, so I booked a nice candlelight dinner at the nile river with 3 shows on board which was beauuutiful and the staff at the cruise were splendid, more knowing I was the only person without a partner, all of the waiters pampered me like a baby and I felt like a queen. It was a two hour cruise so I came back to the hotel by 12:30 am and I was so tired and stuffed of food, but still I tried to call the man just to check if his mobile was on again, and....nope, still no signs of life from the man. So I went back to bed, knowing that I had to get up early the next day for my next trip, I was going to Alexandria to spend the whole day there, the place was sooo beautiful, the sea was so green and gorgeous and the ruins and tumbs were amazing, I went around so many places with my tour guide I was beaten up.


On my way to Alexandria which is a 3 hour drive from Cairo we stopped at a resting area so drink some water, stretch our legs and go to the WC, I had to go pee so I just ran. I must say that toilets in that country and probably the entire midle east are a bit different than our regular toilets over here, they don't clean themselves with toilet paper, they use water instead, the toilet paper is only used to dry your privates, so the water comes out directly from the toilet like a squirt, I didn't know that because I was going to the WC only at the hotel so they use bidets instead of the water squirt coming out of the toilets. So when I am done peeing, I want to flush the toilet but I can't find a handle and it wasn't automatic, automatic toilets don't exist in Egypt just yet, so, looking around for the handle I see this little knob almost on the floor, so I push it with my foot but it doesn't seem to work, I thought it was stuck, so I touched it with my hands and when I realize it turns, a squirt of water comes out and I showered myself with toilet water all over my clothes, I was a soup, of course the surprise hit me and I started screaming and the women outside waiting started to laugh out loud, when I get out of the toilet, a crowd of women were outside my toilet waiting to see what had happened, and when they saw me dripping water from my clothes they just went down on the floor and laughed some more.

Going back to Cairo at night, I was catching a cold because my body started to ache, and I was feeling exhausted although I didn't do much walking so I ordered room service, and while I was laying down in bed with my fluffy hotel robe and fluffy hotel slippers the phone rang and it was him, shouting at me, and asking desperately where I was.

EXCUSE ME??? Where was I??? Where the hell were YOU!!??!??!

Ya know, switching off cellular phones while a visitor is in your city is not polite, no matter how you put it, especially when a visitor comes from another country. That's just not the way to go. At least in my country, we don't do that, we treat our visitors right.

Anyhoo, my sandwich arrived to the room and the man asked me to get dressed because he was picking me up in 5 minutes. Noooooooooooooo my sandwich!! and it looked so good, I had to leave it there waiting for me.

He picked me up, asked me again with boiling eyes where I was, we argued quite alot and I just wanted to beat the shit out of him but what could I do? just stare in blank, then he takes me to this other restaurant in the nile river and I say, oh again, I came here yesterday and had a beautiful time ALONE, ate dinner ALONE, saw this great show ALONE, the waiters treated me like a queen because I was the only person ALONE in the cruise, but still, I had a great time ALONE.

I don't know if he felt like shit or not when I said that, I hope he did because that was the whole intention of repeating the word ALONE.

Anyhoo here comes the good part....

While having dinner he says to me "I need you to give me an answer right now, tonight, are you willing to move here with me after we get married in Mexico?"(I think at that moment the fish I was eating rot in my guts because I spent a really bad time in the wc a few hours later).

I stare at the nile river, it was beautiful by the way and I wanted to say Yeeeeeeeees I will I will so cheerful but I just couldn't, instead I was being honest, said that I was afraid of so many things and that I needed to think and clear my mind, he agreed and proposed to come to my country and visit me in 4 months and if I said yes we would get married here, then I would catch him in Cairo by the end of the year. I agreed with the proposal.

I came back home, and I was so happy to be here and to be honest with you all my dear readers, I would never live in another country that is not my own, although we are full of crap over here and people are so bad and violence is picking up I wouldn't change my culture, my custom and my whole life for something that is uncertain. I never put a step forward if I am not sure of what I will be stepping on to.

And unfortunately with Egypt guy, I would go blindfolded, and I'm too scared of that, good thing he is making things easier for me though. I called him two days after i came back and he sounded happy, he said he missed me. I called him the next day and a man picks up the phone telling me he is on a meeting of some sort (weird, he never does that), next day he doesn't pick up the phone at all and just lets it ring.

Yesterday, he just turned his mobile phone off.

Thank God I'm in no hotel room anymore in an unknown country!


Happy Saturday Everyone!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Back Back Back!

Wow, new blogger?

I've been away for so long I even forgot what my password was, but that's so natural 'cause I'm gettin ooooold.

So where was I?....right, so very few to non know that I went through a delicate surgery to put my figure into shape, I'm usually round with a yellow middle and I need curves dammit, my pretty face just don't fit with my body; so I went through what it's called a Liposcupture, that's right, and I don't know what happened during the time I was sleeping in the hands of Morpheus that now I have this thing that I can see things before they happen, and see people that are really not there.


Anyway, I browsed around books and such and it turns out that I am a so called a psychic (whatda!) yeah, and it so means that it's some kind of a gift? I don't like to see dead people when I'm ready to go to bed you know. It's quite creepy.

Now I'm kind of angry, because I didn't get the results that I wanted from the liposcupture, I actually gained more weight but OOOH I have a new gift now. Crap! A gift I have to deal with every single day of my life, and it's not a pretty gift I tell you, mostly when you see weird shadows and hear strange noises in your house, nop, not pretty at all.

So now I understand why my sister and I never get along, she has these 4 big shadows behind her taking care of her and I have been threatned that I will get hurt if I don't mind my own business, fine with me, who cares if my sister is having her energy all sucked up by 4 leeches right?


I have a spiritual counselor and guides me through all this things I don't know of and she tells me I need to help my sister to get rid of those energy suckers. Hell NO! I need to mind my own business, that's what those 4 told me and I must obeyyyy. Besides I'm finally planning on going to see the man of my life who lives in Egypt in May and I must loose weight!

Can't psychics just get rid of the unwanted fat? This sucks.

Anyway, the last time I saw my sister it was really really creepy and I had the shakes like every time I see an ugly soul trying to be funny with me, believe me, it's NOT funny. I tell her, look, you have a furry ugly creature sitting right next to you and is telling you a bunch of senseless crap (she usually speaks crap because of drug overdose but this was different). She became really rude with me because I was calling her guardian a furry ugly creature. (What can I say? I'm an honest person)

Next thing I know is I'm shaking like a palm tree on huracane season and sweating like a pig, the skin surrounding my rings turned black and I start to feel my heart wants to jump out of my chest.

Damn furry thing! Looks like it wants to be much stronger than me and I need more help. Fortunately there are metaphysics classes going around my area, I'm taking those classes to understand what I can do about this thing my sister has and once I'm prepared I'll be ready to have a boxing round with the 4 ghosts and their furry ugly little pet.

So we'll see how that goes, in the mean time I will say that finally I had the courage to call the man of my life and tell him he is going to be mine wether he wants it or not, I think he's into the S&M because he liked it. bwahaha I told him I was going to cut his head if he didn't submit to me and he went craaaaaazyyyyyyy.

Damn I'm good at this.

So I paid the plane tickets already and he already made the reservations for me and it's just one month and a half away before I finally get to meet him in person and see if the future I see in my head for myself is really with him .

Happy thursday Everyone!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Between Good and Evil!

The Good Sister and the Bad Sister...

I will tell you that I belong to a very peculiar family story, I am the youngest and the one that bonds the family together; my father is divorced and had a daughter and my mother is a widow and has a son. I grew up with my brother, my sister lived with her mother until she was 18 years old ( I was 8), then she called my father and asked him to take her with him, and since then only for a few months she lived with us until she trapped my brother and got married to him after 5 months, they had two boys, right now the oldest one is 17, the youngest 14.

I never got along with my sister, because of two reasons, 1) I felt she was stealing my father and 2) because she stole my brother, or well that't what I felt when I was 8, right now everything is different, her character is very difficult to handle and she always tries to find a way to fight with us for everything; she blames my father for making her how she is and for leaving her with her mother, a drug addict and a grandfather an alcoholic; she also blames my mother for taking away my dad from her, which is totally untrue, blames me for being the youngest and the one who had everything that she was supposed to have; I think the only one who she doesn't blame is my brother, and that is because she's married to him and he supports her ugly self.

My sister since I remember was a bit wacko because she said she could see dead people, that really creeped me and surprised me at the same time; she would tell the most horrorific stories about how she could see her dead grandfather visiting her in the midle of the night as a dark smoke and telling things about her future, which eventually and after some time they actually came true. But still none of us believed her.

Anyway, a few months ago, when they moved back to tijuana, because they used to live in the south the first impression she gave me was of rejection, of not being able to stay in the same room as she was. It was something that's very hard to explain, but it is as if some sort of fear and you have the urge to get out of the room because you're in danger. That's something similar to what I feel everytime her and I are near.

I didn't know what it was, actually I just realized a few weeks ago what was the meaning of that feeling. I was with my parents at their home talking about her behavior that evening and my mother asked about her; immediately I saw 4 shadows standing behind her image, everything was happening in my head as always. I could tell the source of those shadows, they were entities, or souls very negative souls, as soon as I saw them I felt fear and that same need of escaping. The oldest of those souls contacted me and told me they were with her to protect her because she needs them, but they were not complete, they needed to be 6 of them to complete the circle and take my sister away but before they did that they needed my father.

My father is also a spiritualist and a prayer, he has some psychic powers but not as developed as me so he kind of knew what was going on with my sister, still he was a bit surprised of what I was describing.

A few days later my parents meet with my brothers for coffee, I couldn't join them but my father told me how the whole thing happened and it wasn't pleasant, they began talking about philosofy and theosofy and metaphysics when she tells my dad, she prays for her dead people, she has 4 souls taking care of her and they belong to her grandfather, grandmother, mother and an uncle and she always prays for them and talks to them and invoques them for her protection. Then she went into some sort of trance and gave my father a message to me.

"Yolanda...her creator will not be able to help her if she doesn't allow it"

What the hell was she talking about? That was something I was about to find out a few days later.

Remember I haven't been able to communicate with my sister for a long time because of that strange feeling I get so usually when she goes to my parents for a visit I get out of there as soon as she steps into the house and viceversa, when I go there and visit and she's already there, in 5 minute she's gone. So there is really no way she knows what I have or that I feel what I feel when she's around.

So with this she tells my father, that whenever she's around me she feels a huge wall that I create and that is something she feels she can't break.."but it's something that Yolanda doesn't know she's doing for her own protection, tell her she needs to break it to be released"... she said to my dad.

Hell, when my dad gave me the message I could feel every hair in my body raise like there was static all around me. How could she possible knew that?

I don't deal with dead people, and I don't wish to either, it is a border that I wouldn't like to cross but I know eventually I will have to do so as soon as I get the knowledge to fight it I will do it.

I met my friend gaby later on that week and told her about the message my sister sent to me; Gaby says that apart from the fact that my sister is already aware of my habilities to play with energies she knows and her four entities know that me and my father want to help her break from this negative pattern she's taking and those entities are not going to give up so easily.

And that's how one of my sister's entities, the oldest one sent me a bad ugly guardian to play ugly games with me.

And the batle begun!

Happy Tuesday Everyone!

Sunday, November 26, 2006

In Your Near Future!

That's how I knew I had a "gift"...

I met a guy a few months ago through a love match website; he's one of the cutest guys I've ever met, also sweet and very polite, I felt a very strong bond with him and we chatted about everything but there was a mismatch, he wants to have kids and I don't; so as soon as he knew I didn't want kids he told me directly he wouldn't wan to have more than a friendship with me, which I thought it was still okay because we had a lot of things in common and our spark was more about being the best of friends than being something else.

Then something came up my mind, like a short film, I saw him holding 3 kids, two girls and one boy and right next to them a beautiful woman, then many dates came up my mind and these images were so fast coming into me I had to stop for a second and sort them out. They were all like playing cards being thrown at me at random order and really messy I coulnd't understand at first hand what they meant.

I then thought it could probably be something about him that he needed to know, he told me he felt sad because he's 35 and still with nobody to share his future plans with, he needs to have a family of his own and needs to give all the love he has to that special woman, to his "muse" that's how he calls her; he also told me about a business opening, very big for his life and told me he had plans to open it early september. A big no came to my head and said to me, early january, many troubles and nervous breakdown.

I didn't know how to react at what I was seeing inside my head, it was really the first time it had happened and couldn't explain why, still there was this urge to let him know what I saw that I just had to excuse myself and tell him I had information to pass over him; I said, "I have a thing that sometimes happens to me with people and it's about their future and I think you should know this and I hope you don't get scared or you will stop talking to me".

He acted surprised and a bit relaxed at the same time, after I finished saying what he needed to know he confessed he had the same gifts as I do; in fact he can see auras and his sister is a medium, I felt so happy I found someone that understood what I was feeling a few months ago after my first experience and until now he's one of two people I adore in this world, his name is Mario and he also introduced me to my soul mate and almost immediately became my very best friend, Gaby, she's a psyquic like me, but her powers are more advanced than mine, I'm a toddler compared to her and she teaches me alot of things about this gift that is totally new for me.

The thing about being a psychic and mostly when it happens to someone as scheptical as I was is that as many times I have done some visions for friends of mine I still get surprised at the results I get after my visions come true. It is something that inside me of is very hard to explain what the feeling and emotions I get.

One of the most surprising and it was the very first vision coming true was about a close workmate of mine, she got pregnant 8 months ago. When she told me she was pregnant I could see something dark and too much sadness and that sadness came out of me and it showed in my face, my work mate was a bit angry at me because I didn't congratulate her but it was something I couldn't help and I couldn't say what I felt. I saw a badly shaped male fetus who was strugling for life and it was an asfixiating feeling for me it made me want to cry.

5 months passed, she struggled with the baby with chances of abortion, then one night I remember it was a monday I dreamed about her and the baby; she was giving birth to it and the baby was dead, she was holding the dead fetus between her hands and she was sobbing so hard. The dream was so real I woke up with anguish, two days later, on a wednesday morning she gave birth to a dead male baby, she was 5 months pregnant and her baby died on tuesday night. A night after I had the dream.

This is definitely something that I know I will remember for the rest of my life.

Getting back to Mario's prediction about his job opening, I spoke to him early in september and he said "well, everybody's telling me that I'm a nutcase if I think this business will open this month, everybody is telling me the proyect will be ready by early january, just like you said". Yesterday I had a very short chat with my dear friend Mario again and well, it really seems like the restaurant will open by the first week of January.

Well... I'll be damned.

Till this day, I have my doubts of wether I'm making all this up or it does happen, is it because my studies about psychology and probablity are so good I get a good chance of predicting ones future? That is something I'm in the path of learning with the help of Gaby, my new best friend.

The bad thing about being a psychic is that we can predict people's future but we can't predict our own.

And that reaaallllyyyyyyy sucks!

Happy Monday Everyone!