Would you like to know something about me?
Well, let's start with some pics.
Pic #1 Taken during my boyfriend's last visit to Mexico (summer 2000, while we celebrated my cousin's birthday. We were still sober at the moment of that picture ;)
Pic #2 Taken about 4 years ago, during my boyfriend's first visit to Mexico. He's from the other side of the globe. Isn't he a hottie? :) Sorry guys and gals, he's VERY taken. ;)
Pic #3 A pic taken during my cousin's 15th birthday (a very important party for ladies here in Mexico, sort of "sweet sixteen")
Pic #4 Not recent also, I was like 16 or 17 years old
in this one. It was taken at a wedding. I'm in the middle, between my mom and my brother.
Pic #5 This one was taken at my aunt's place in the town of Yautepec.
Pic #5 This pic was taken in May 1997,
for the school yearbook.
Pic #7 A picture my lovie took and scanned for me, it's not way too recent though.
My name is Rocío Orozco (pronounced Roh-see-oh, with an accent in 'see') and
I am from Mexico. I'm 29 years old, graduated from university. The school was called
"Instituto Superior de Interpretes y Traductores" (Superior Institute of Interpreters
and Translators)
I wanted to be an interpreter and translator because I love languages,
specially English. I have been studying it since I was three years old, and I think
it's a wonderful language. After that I learned French, Portugese and I am currently busy learning Dutch.
I am happy to share with you that I got married to a handsome and adorable Dutchie, and he's absolutely the best thing that could ever happened to me. :) We got married on August 4th, 2001. After that, I moved from Mexico to Holland (a big step!!) but thus far things have been good for me. In the beginning it was hard, missing my family and friends a lot, but now that I have a steady job and my own house, a residence permit and all, things are much better. :)
I like animals a lot, my favorite ones are lions, dogs, hyenas
and cheetahs.
I do believe in ghosts, demons, angels, elves, witches, black and white magic
and all kinds of occult stuff. (oooohhhh scary! ;) My bro knows a lot about this
stuff. :) )
And, well, I am a balloon phobic. I really hate balloons! Since lots of
people wonder what is it that scares me so much about them, I guess I will
write a little about it here.
Ever since I was a liiiittle teeny tiny girl, balloons have scared the hairs
off me. I disliked kids' parties because I knew I would have to be near balloons,
and there was always the risk that one of them popped. Everything about balloons scares me:
their smell, the noise they make when you rub them, their pop, their texture, the sudden
movements a balloon can make while let loose. It's a VERY difficult thing to deal with
and, as I always say, not everyone can understand it. My reaction towards
balloons, or people carrying one of them can be quite amazing. I will try to run
away, but, if I can't, I can turn very aggressive in order to get rid ot the object
of my fear (even if I have to hit and kick the person holding the balloon)
You will also have me crying as a baby. Weird, huh? Any questions? you can
ask me . (Let me answer this one for you: No,
I haven't been to a shrink, yet. ;) )