Those black square stuff

Hello everyone, and a Merry Christmas for you all!!!

Today I wan't to write about something my dear, dear nephew said. He is seven years old , and he is super cute and quite smart. Of course, you might say that I'm just too proud of him because I love him, but his teachers have always stated the same, and they are not especially attached to him, as you might acknowledge.

But first I must make some explanation about how does Christmas works in Chile, since it is that time of the year.

In here we make advent calendars, bake cookies, sing carols and all that stuff, but here we don't have many pine trees, so we buy plastic ones and save them for the following christmases. We cook a Christmas meal, generally turkey, but not necesarily. In fact, a lot of people in Chile are poor, so there aren't many of us that can afford a turkey dinner... but we always manage to have a nice and special meal.
Christmas in Chile is, as in many countries, a holiday to be spent with one's family, so a lot of small family nucleus gather around one of their relatives and spend the festivities toghether in order to feel like they belong to a large family... That is exactly my case. In my family we used to be four: my mum, my dad, my sister and I. But my sister has been married for several years now, and my mum and Dad don't even live in the same city, so it would be a rather lonely Christmas if we didn't get all toghether. That's why we tend to gather around my sister's family as also do her inlaws and their younger kids, so we ussually end up spendig Christmas all together and having a blast every year.

But the most important thing you must know about chilean Christmases is the following: Chile was originally a very Catholic country, for which reason we tend to give extra importnace on congratutating baby Jesus very early on his birthday every year . So at twelve o'clock, people stand up from the table, put on the baby Jesus figure in the crib, and then, as a symbol of our devotion, we open our gifts (which Santa has swiftly delivered while the kids were distracted) as if they were Jesus' gifts from us to him. Next morning, when other kids and families throughout the world are jut oppening their presents, we spend the day in family, trying out our prevoiusly oppened gifts and loving Jesus and stuff.

Of course the sheer protagonists of Christmas end up being the children, in my case, my niece and nephew, who receive a lot of presents, both from Santa and from every member of the family year after year. This year my nephew got amog a lot of other stuff, a mekano set that he particularly loved, as we could see later next day when we arrived at mi sister's and found that he had been busy building propellers and boomer speakers with his new mekano and some old radio parts, and he showed us very proudly his new inventions, untill a propeller nearly cut his grandpas finger in two, and he stopped building propellers to try and make his boomer speaker work. The only thing was that he couldn't connect it to a music device to try it, and then he said it, the thing that made me write all this tedious rant in the first place...

He asked his mum for "one of those black square stuff" leaving all of us dumbstrucked, for neither of us had any idea of what he was talking about. "What black square stuff?" somebody asked, and then it hit me.
"Do you want it to listen to music?" I asked.
"Yes", he answered and then and there I told everyone at the dining table
"He wants a cassette, and he doesn't even know what they're called!"

I've never felt older in my hole life!, the boy didn't know how to call a cassette, and not only that! he didn't understand that it didn't work as an mp3 player or an ipod, not as a recording!

Technology has really moved forward since I was a little kid and listen to cassettes all the time, but nothing could have prepared me for something like this, so I just needed to write about it.
Has anything of the sort ever happened to you, my oh so invisible, and even quieter friends? If so, I would like to hear about it, even if it has to be in my dreams...

So long! and a Happy new year to all of you!!

The defense

Hi there! I'm just way behind in what concerns my blogger activity... so sorry, but I have wonderfull news!!! I just won a writing contest!! in english!!! I'm super proud of myself and I'd like to share my little tale with you guys, my always faithfull, incredibly handsome, and very silent ghost host of followers :)

So here it is, the non-revised piece, with more than one ortographic mistake, but not serious enough to leave me without my super little first place :D... The Defense!!!!

At the city library’s front, in Viña del mar, there is one of the only three bronze casts in the world of a custom made Rodin’s sculpture. I know that because I am that sculpture. My name is “The Defense”, and I was suposed to stand gloriously at some square in Valparaíso, to be admired by every high Commander on the city, but apparently my naked, anguished-looking characters didn’t suit the idea of a national heroe’s effigy. Therefore, I was left to get mouldy at a basement until, alter several years of darkness and misery, I was freed again, exposed to the public eye. At first they set me at an unsuitable place, so I coud not be anything but unhappy about my situation. But after ten years or so, the fools in charge of my wellbeing finally found a place worthy of my recently recovered celebrity status. I was to be posted in front of a palace. It was not the greatest palace in the city, but a concurred one at least, since it was the city library.

I was ecstatic when I heard the news, I just couldn’t wait to get there, where I would surely be appreciated by every passerby. I, “The Defense”, would finally be the object of public admiration that I deserved to be.

Of course, now that I look back I’m shocked at the idea of being so naïve. The place wasn’t nearly as glamorous as I expected it to be. For starters, the crowd of learned scholars that I expected to find at the entrance of a public library where at a distinct lack. The only people who entered the building on a regular basis where the employees, simple people, tired by their jobs, not willing to take in the surroundings.

Then, there where the pedestrians. None of them, and I’m being literal, has ever bothered to take a proper look at me, least of all utter a word of praise. Soon I discovered that the only people who ever even spare me a glance or a quick photo were tourists, and they all fled rapidly when they were introduced to the moai standing a few yards from me (which, by the way, has quite a large amount of visitors, and that it’s located on the opposite side of the block, so it steals all the attention, the selfish bastard), at the museum of natural arts.

In the end I settled for standing here, all alone in the middle of the crowd, and visited only by pigeons, whose only gift for was their shit in my head.

This was my pathetic life until a couple of months ago, when a rather odd looking old man came and seated at the bench in front of me, praising my fine lines, and the store narrated by them, with his eyes. The old tramp returned the next day, and the day after that, and so on, and so on. After what must have been a week, he started talking to me, and even though he looked like a poor old nutter, his words transpired such intensity and wizenes that I started to think that my luck had changed for good, and that I had finally found a deep, learned soul to whom I could share all my great value.

But I’ve always wanted more, I wanted to be watched and understood by a lot of people, by dozens and hudreds of people. I wanted the grandeur my noble father had inherited to me. And so I started to stop paying attention to the vagrant, to stop waiting for him, and I finally managed to stop noticing him at all.

That was untill today at noon, when he came back, looking furious, yelling and making havoc around me. He was angry, he was more than angry, he was mad. But I soon stopped noticing him, because at precisely that time, a multitude of people started congregating around me, taking me in with wide eyes, astonished, in awe. It was what I had always dreamt of, and I suddenly felt happy, fulfilled, in peace, one with God!… And then I heard the gunshot, and I felt the blood splattered all over my body. People began to scream. “He really did it!” they said.

My tramp’s last words, as I heard a witness telling the policemen, were “God damn that Rodin statue!”

hope you have liked it!!!

bye bye!!

Corset or no corset, that is the question

This is not the corset I'm talking about, this is an image taken from www.corsets-uk.com

Hello there my ghostly friends. I'm now drinking a glass of champagne and watching a "new" series called "Breaking Bad", which is quite good. I returned home about an hour ago, from paying some bills and windowshopping a bit, and you won't believe what I found... A beautiful, strong and relatively cheap corset. I've been looking for corsets for a while now, and finding one that suits me so perfectly is like a dream. But the only problem is that I'm not really a corset girl, I'm not a gothic or a lolita or anything like that, and I own only normal clothes, that is to say t-shirts, tops and a couple of jeans, plus two or three miniskirts... So I wonder, would it be wise to buy this corset, even if it is the one of my dreams??? where should I wear it, and with what???.

I know something that I would inmediately do with it: use it with my graduation dress' skirt, making an almost perfect gothic lady dress (I've thought a lot about adding some black satin as "wings"... i don't really know how to call that part of a dress, like the gathered piece on cinderellas dress, do you know how to call it??), or even, if I get creative, as a queen of hearts costume!
Of course, the skirt is red, and the corset is red and black, so that's the deal with the black satin and stuff. I would really like to buy it, and to have the courage to wear it every day, for I think it makes me look great, so slim and curvy...


I wish you would reply to this post, for I have the opportunity of buying this thing now, and I don't know if I dare ask some friend to come with me and give me her oppinion.... what should I do???

makeup

I need a white pencil eyeliner and a black liquid one for this sunday and I'm about to freak out!!! I have even dreamed about this and I cant seem to find anything!!!!

Ok.... rant over.... sorry for this....

I'm afraid of the ETs

Although I havent read any books from Zecharia Sitchin, I'm troroughly afraid of his version of the Anunnakis. I mean, they are suposed to live quite close to us, and they sure are kind of vigilant... I guess. I think I once heard about a species living in one of Jupiter's moons, which had no craters or mounts whatsoever, and that could actually be an artificial sattelite, or spaceship, that is stationed there waiting for something... scary...

And of course I would be scared of Anunnakis, and other extraterrestrial races! My very own martians detest me! and they aren't pretty, no sir, they do everything in their power to look ugly as hell, and make me look ugly in the meantime!

So, I am afraid of ETs, because the martians I've encounter are quite a pain on the neck.

Sorry for the lack of inspiration... not a great week...

See ya around, my favourite ghosts!

Actually, I'm starting to dislike ghosts a little too.... ¬_¬

My fan-heart is broken

I know I must be really behind with this information, but it IS brand new for me, and my little Fan-heart is devastated! I've just learn that Neil Patrick Harris is gay... and I don't of course mean "happy" gay, but GAY gay, and with that all my hopes and silly dreams are dumped in the trash... Buhu, I really think he is soo effing CUTE!!! I guess my gay friends won't be thrilled if they read this... you know I love you guys, but you're getting a large fare of the hotties out there!!! ... well, it's not like I can't look at him anymore... and he continues to play roles in which he is straight (I don't like that word, it makes it sound like gay people were bent by contrapossition), and quite frankly, I'll never meet him... so I guess it doesn't matter.
But I had to get it out of myself, and now that I have, I realize that Paul Bettany is still straight, sure he is married to one of the most beautifull women out there (even though there's something in her mouth (or maybe it's he voice?) that i dislike), but I'm almost engaged to the best man I actually know, so... You actors do nothing but mess with my head, I shouldn't like you guys anymore!
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Nah, I guess it's impossible, I still like you! you're super cute and great actors and have beautifull partners!!!! Just... Try not to break my heart again OK?, and I promess to be a goody fan, never sending you mennacing mail and stuff ;)

Bye bye, my phantom crew of readers, IF you want, you are wellcome to leave here a piece of menacing mail. No... just kidding...

33 chilean miners have been found ALIVE after 17 days trapped at 700 meters under ground

I'm just too happy about this, so I had to public this big news. A lot of people had lost their hopes to find some of them alive, but they are all alive and well, and the rescue mission has started to send them food, medicines and water. The sad part is that they won't be able to come out the mine after another 3 or 4 months, but at least they all survived and now the wait is a hopefull one, and not an anguished one.
I must say that I admire the courage, bravery and wittness of these 33 men, and my thoughts are with them, along a great amount of positive energy.

P.S.: the picture is a message they send tied to the hammer, and it sais "We are alright, at the shelter, the 33 of us.

Jealousy and Mars attack

Hello everyone, or should I say hello no-one?

Today I'm feelin' a little bit down. Not reallly serious, but kind of annoying. You'll see, my body is suffering from an extraterrestial invasion (I firmly believe this things are martians) that comes invariably once a month, and hunts me for a variable amount of time, between a couple of days to a whole week. This month, the martians have been bothering me a lot, for a week almost, and they were supposed to invade quietly from now on, because of a special mediator that I hired, called Yaz, but I guess they don't obbey the laws of human reasoning, because even though Yaz was making an excellent progress, this month the martians appear to be extremely aggresive, and that makes me a bit agressive myself, and quite irritable, and sensitive and a cry-baby.
I have a theorie, though, about these martians. You'll see, they have two big cities in Mars, both are full of martians, but one of the cities has a quite pacifist president, and he mantains the citizens happy all the time, and the other one has a quite belligerent government, so the invaders from that city are quite angry all the time, and they DON'T feel like listening to all the diplomatic chit-chat coming from Yaz... and they ignore him, and go round destroying my hormonal arrangement, which is like the city hall for my mood operators... And so I get upset, and I keep on feeling down for stupid stuff.

Right now what I feel is kind of the worse feeling ever: Envy... Ok maybe jealousy is the top worse feeling, quite more personal and far harder to keep away by reasoning... and it burns your belly... Well then, ENVY. Envy is different from jealousy, because it appears when you percieve a desirable quality that you don't posses in another person, and you wish you had it instead. So you resent that other person. See? it's quite clear, the reasoning commands that instead of wasting your energy in resenting that person you think of what attitude or behaviour does that person has that allows that particular quality, and imitate it. In my case, I'm feeling envious of a girl who is super attractive and photogenic and that looks really good in pretty much everything she wears, despite the fact that she has always struggle with her weight maybe even more that myself. So what does she do to look that good? She takes her time to pick her clothes, she always smiles, she remembers to stand up straight and she controls her weight regularly, by means of a healthy diet and excercise. So what can I do to imitate her? Well, smile more often, start excercising, and STOP eating so much junck food!!! So I will, at least I'm quite decided right now... I kind of been wanting to go jogging in the mornings, and haven't done it yet for mere lame excuses, so I guess I'll start as soon as I get a pair of jogging pants (i.e. the day after tomorrow).

About jealousy... It is irrational by meaning, so you can't reason with it (or them?? I would love to know if jealousy is a collective noun or not...). So you can feel jealous of a girl who is too friendly with your boyfriend, or from yoour dad's new girlfriend, even knowing that your boyfriend loves you madly and he doesen't even find this clingy girl pretty, or that your mum has been pushing daisies for five years already and that new lady-dad makes him quite happy and bakes pie whenever you go visiting... That's how jealousy works, and in extreme cases it actually can burn your belly!!! Once, I've got serious gastritis over a jealousy crisis... although maybe it was the whole situation that unleashed the jealousness (I just don't know how to call them or it anymore, in spanish its a plural noun so I'm a bit puzzled here)... whatever the thing is that after this particular attack, and after a few years, I still feel a my stomack churning when I think of that particular person, and I can't even put a face to her!

So, summarizing this post, the bad, belligerent martians are invading my uterus, causing the building where my hormones are carefully tended by my citizens to be in deplorable conditions, then causing my mood to suffer a huge jolt, hence making it easy for feelings like "blue" and envy entering my heart and my head, which can controll envy by reasoning against it, but cannot controll jealousy, that is an altogether different thing, much more personal and by meaning irrational.

There! now all that rant makes sense!... kind of... almost... nah, its just another rant.

But who cares! nobody reads this anyways!

See ya non-readers! you made my day!

Men's ways, Women's ways - my pride and joy

Hello everyone, this is a contrast paragraph I wrote for my composition class, and has become my pride and joy, for the professor gave me a very good grade for it, so I wanted to share this with you, my lovely unexistant audience...

Men and women are different in many varied ways, but the most obvious (and laughable at) are behavioural differences. Let’s take, for instance the way men and women experience vanity. We can say men are vain because they will check themselves out in the mirror but women, on the other hand, are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface-mirrors, spoons, store windows, toasters, and even a bald man’s head. This is related to the importance that men and women give to their clothes, which is enormous in the women’s case, who dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage answer the phone, read a book, get the mail… and of utter unimportance in the men’s who will dress up for: weddings, funerals. And since we got to the wedding theme, there are huge differences in the way women and men remember weddings, for when reminiscing about them, women talk about "the ceremony" while men talk about "the bachelor party". But differences have done nothing but start, for we have reach the perceptions about the telephone, which men see as a communication tool using it to send short messages to other people, but for women is something else entirely. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours. But what could they possibly be talking about? Well, for starters, men. But also about diets and grooming, and how awful looked Whatshername with that oh-so-visible moustache, because (and here’s another difference) some men look good with moustaches (and those men are Tom Selleck (AKA Monica’s boyfriend for a season in “Friends”) and Sean Connery) but there is no way a woman will look good with moustaches, and someone should have said so to Frida Kahlo... But as most men don’t look good with moustaches either, you can always find a razor on a man’s bathroom, along with five other things: a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream a bar of soap, and a towel (that might be the same as his beach towel), in contrast, the average number of items in a typical woman's bathroom is 437 most of which a man would not be able to identify. To close up, I will make a little reflection about men and women’s handwritings, for I have noticed that men do not decorate their penmanship, they just chicken-scratch while women use scented, colored stationary and they dot their "i's" with circles and hearts, use ridiculously large loops in their "p's" and "g's" and make their notes a royal pain to read, for even when she's dumping you, she'll put a smiley face at the end of the note. I hope all of you had a good time after revising all these differences, which to my point of view are not only funny but also quite easily seen on our day to day lives.


If you can spot the sources of my inspiration, I will be delighted. In fact, I'll give you a lead: there are two, one of them is a web page, the other is a song... I think most of you will find the page, and none (unless you are one of my close friends) will get the song...

See ya my faithfull host of phantom followers, and that guy who's not a phantom, but a real person.

PS: Host = archaic term for army (from the word reference forum, I looked for an english word for "hueste" which, at the same time, is an archaic term for "army of followers " in spanish, and a
word I love but i never got a chance to use).

In Santiago, On Vacation, Looking for job

Good night everybody, you'll be glad to hear that I am on vacation yay!, so now I'll go look for a job hahahaha. No really, I think is the best thing to do when you pass with good grades and nearly no study, and when you are in desperate need for money so you can pay several debts that, if small, are bugging you even in your dreams... Actually, I have five debts: The first, and the bigger one I have it with an investor of my currently "standed by" project Lola-chan. Though I still have time to pay him, it's driving me crazy, because, Lola-chan won't give money for some time... and maybe never... The second debt I have is for half the amount the first one, with my mum, who lent me money to invest in some Oriflame products that I was supposed to sell quite easily, and that still refuse to leave my display shelf... The third debt is with Oriflame itself, and it again ascends to half the amount of the second debt, having to be paid in little time by God knows what means, 'cause of course I haven't got the money for it... The fourth debt I have it with my boyfriend, who very kindly lend me half the amount I currently owe to Oriflame to pay for something else a while ago... Finally, I bought a lipstick from a friend, and still haven't payed her, and the lipstick costed... yes, half the amount I owe my boyfriend, funny, huh?

Summing up, I owe a little bit of money to my friend, twice that amount to my boyfriend, twice that number to my mum and twice that sum to an investor... huh, that's kind of exponential isn't it? Putting ir that way it makes me a bit scared of my recklesness in finances...

Well as I have to pay something, I'm going to the bank tomorrow, to change all my pennies, that should in total ascend to a third of my debt with Oriflame, and that I will pay inmediately, before I spend that money in some other rubbish...

In the strange but convenient case you would like to help me by any means to pay any of my debts, I would ask you to contact me for english classes, via this blog. I'm prepared to teach pre-school kids, school kids, and university students from programmes other than english... Although, if you're reading this, you probably won't have the need of an english teacher for you or your friends, in which case, I offer you some beautiful lipsticks and eye shadows from the world renowned brand Oriflame!

So I think I'll paste an announcement offering my services as english teacher at the library next door, and probably will take a chance at some Starbucks, to see how lucky I am...

But that wasn't what I wanted to talk about at all... although I can't remember WHAT I wanted to talk about at the beggining... I just remember something about not being afraid of my english teacher anymore, and being afraid of no one at all for that matter... I can't really focus tonight, what a shame...

Anyways I have missed you, my invisible but lovely audience, and I must wellcome the two not-so-invisible persons who have taken the time to post or follow this wacky blog of mine. Thank you!... and brush your teeth!

Bye bye!

PS: I actually am afraid of someone... It's just that the Easter Bunny is so fluffy and pink... it gives me the creeps :S

Vampire Chronicles of Anne Rice

Hello, my unexistant audience. I have been absent for a while now, but here I am again, back and alive.
I have a couple of things to tell you, and all of them are inspired by my re-discovery of the Vampire Chronicles of Anne Rice. I know there has been a vampire boom recently, that started with the Twilight saga. Now, I must confess that I didn't only read, but also greatly enjoyed it, as a (cery, very) guilty pleasure. I know it is kind of dumb and all, but, lets face it, the books are entertaining, and even when I've heard that its pages are full of grammatical and ortographical mistakes, those are not transmitted to the spanish version, so...The thing is, that the Vampire boom started all over the world, and the former fictions about campires where re-edited very succesfully. First I found a book called "Vampire diaries", but translated in spanish as "Crónicas Vampíricas", i.e "Vampire Chronicles" not Diaries, but well... I didn't like that book at all, it was just boring and the characters weren't well developed at all... Then I discovered that there was a TV series based on that saga, and I started watching it with my boyfriend, untill he got annoyed by it, and I must say I didn't missed the series either. But at last, quite recently actually, I was surfing through a virtual library and found some interesting books, that made me remember the small fragment that I've already read of "The Vampire Lestat", and so I started looking for Anne Rice's "Vampire Chronicles". Finally I found them, and I am now reading book number two... "The Vsmpire Lestat".I have past the barrier of what I had already read, and I'm now close to the end, but I must say that I remembered the story quite well after over 6 years, so I guess that the impression that it gave me the first time was quite a big one.Now in this second reading I have learned a lot about myself and my aesthetic vision in general, and that is what I wanted to talk to you guys about.
In first place, I can say that I like blond hair the best. Whenever a blonde vampire makes his or her appearrance on scene my heart increases it's rythm..
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So I decided that I'm going to be blond even if it takes a lot of effort.Next, by reading this book I have seen my pasion about celtic culture return to me with new force, so I must share this statement with you: I love celtic legends, and I want to learn about celtic culture as much as I can, because of the themes of their tales, the magic, the goddess, the faeries, the forests, and a lot lot more. Since this blog is called A Study of Myself and it is supposed to be a tool for me to investigate the strings that move my aesthetic vision of the world, and everything that I like about the celtic ways are related to that, I thought it was an important thought to share with you.

Now, reading book number 1 "Interview with the Vampire", I visualized Claudia as well as I could, and I had a vision of a Victorian doll... one thing lead to another, and I realized that the Lolita fashion kindda works for me... as disguises. I would not dress as a Lolita every day, or something, on the contrary, I think it would take a big, BIG costume party to make me wear a Lolita outfit, but I thoroughly enjoy watching cute girls dressed like that, or anime pictures of Lolita girls. I would also like to draw something of the sort, but I don't have the patience to wait for my drawing skills to improve to the point that I might actually like something that I've draw, so... I watch pictures :)

Finally, I couldn't wear black forever. Not even If I were a vampire, black is way too dull for me. I need some colour, and I don't yet understand why Lestat compromises with such an aesthetic "rule".
And that's it for today. This turned to be quite a large post!

The pictures were taken of my Deviant Art favourites, this is the link to get to them, and to the artist's pages. None of them are mine, but I couldn't tell you the names of the artists yet.

I hpoe tp see you soon, I've missed your imaginary responses to my tireless chat.

Aerosmith

Well, I'm back. And I want to study again! I mean, I am not EAGER to study, but I'm pretty ok with it. The bad thing is that I got sick last week, and I lost a lot of classes and evaluations, so I'm kind of behind already.

On the bright side, I went to Aerosmith's concert here in Santiago, and it was Awesome! those gandpas sure know how to rock. I didn't even know most of the songs, but I dance through them anyways, and eventualy sang a lot of chorus that I had never heard before. The last time I went to a concert was ten years ago, and It was a band that hardly no one knew (Stratovarius), so this time was a totally diferent experience, and it was a blast.
I have my boyfriend to thank for it, because he invited me and his sister with the remainds of his last paycheck (not the last one ever, the last month's paycheck), and later we went to eat hotdogs of a tiny, delicious and presumably filthy place that works out late even on week nights.
I can't really say much more, but I'll let you a video my "sissy" took. Enjoy!......



....... If you are there...

I don't want to study anymore!!!!

My eyelashes are burning from all that reading!!!! I think I'll have to buy a pair of those neutral glasses that people use for reading and watching TV and stuff. My eyes hurt really bad!!! :(

Buut I'm OK, really happy about the subjects I'm taking. I'm less scared of my teacher and can answer his questions more confidently now, and I'm starting to hang out with my classmates more often. Most of them are really nice, and I'm happy about making new friends. Some of them, although, aren't so nice, and tried to esclude me from the class, but I don't mind them, so they can spend their energy on whatever they want.

So, a really good thing is that I've been managing to have an absolutely adorable notebook with cute separations for every subject, and a really nice and compfortable notebook for taking notes in class (which are very nasty, but transform into beautiful paragraphs and diagrams on the definite format of the cute notebook). Also, I managed to sell a lot of Oriflame products, and I bought a nice filing folder for all my disorganized papers, which I currently carry on a very thin very uncompfortable folder that tends to fall out of my hands. I pesronalized my new filing folder, and It's ready to be used from tomorrow on.

Now I would like to talk about that cuteness concept relating to notebooks, pens, stickers, and all those desktop materials (or is it said utensils? You tell me, please, if you're there and you know).
To me is very important to have nice materials when I'm going to study. I like it when everything is organized and looks good. It inspires me to work. I always find it harder to start working or studying when my notebooks aren't well organized, or when they are right down ugly and don't have a hard cover. I hate bendable covers on notebooks, they suck. You can't ever be sure if the writing you've done stays in a good state when you have such notebooks, because of the natural bending they suffer on your backpack. So, beautiful utensils help me work harder and better, as ugly or low quality ones decrease my performance.
Of course this shallow and wrong, because if it means that if I didn't had the resources to buy better quality and prettier stuff I would be a worse student, and I'm not that compfortable with that idea, because most of the people in my country don't have the resources, and they can't opt to the same level of education that I've had, and I hate to think that if I'm cappable of studying at the university it is SOLELY because I've always had more money than the majority of my compatriots. That sucks, I would like to change the world so everybody could opt to have the very best, but I know this isn't possible... I DID studied sociology...

Well, I'm a bit sad now, on top of being tired, great job you stupid blog! (or stupid mind, for that matter) Now It'll be twice as hard to start studying and pass these effing subjects!!!

Ok so sorry to bore you with all that. aybe to compensate you I could show you a couple of things that I think are REALLY CUTE so you can finally have some material about what this blog is supposed to be about. This is a Deviant art gallery of a girl I've met once or twice, and it is worth watching for she has adorable stuffs on sale.

So, here it goes: http://pipi-poyo.deviantart.com/gallery/#_featured

Please enjoy that link, and I'll see you around after I finish my monstruous and evil tests :)
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Tim Minchin

Hello, and sorry for the new, extended delay in my publication. This yhing of not knowing if anyone is reading what I'm writing is very unmotivating, actually, but not enough to make me desist of this little hobby of mine...

So, today I'll tell you about an Australian musician and comedian that I enjoy listening to (and watching, as the matter of fact, because his on-stage performance is very... peculiar). His name is Tim Minchin, and he is kind of a freak. Yes, maybe after reading my post about Alice that wouldn't surprise you, but actually, it bothered me for quite a while... You'll see, I didn't like him in the beggining, when my boyfriend first showed one of his songs to me (one of the tougher songs he has). I thought he was quite unpleasant, rude, and a little bit scary. I guess you'll understand me a little after watching his photos, but then I started to enjoy his irreverent "dark" display. He maks fun of himself, as well as anybody and anything else, and he is actually a pretty good musician, and an excelent pianist. One of my favorite songs by him is actually quite romantic, a quality that I discovered he must posses, or else he wouldn't write so much about it... destroying it most of the times... But that's the piont, you wouldn't waste your time laughing and destroying something that doesn't exist, or that doesn't mean anything to you... I mean, to be interested enough to destroy something, that thing has to mean something to you doesn't it?... Did you at least understood something of that confusing sentence???? I hope you did, 'cause I won't revise it tonight.

So, Tim Minchin turned to be a great laugh at a lot of parties down my place, and a fair enough companion to solitaire afternoons, as background music while cooking or ironing ore playing solitaire. Also a great novelty, every time a new video of him was updated on youtube. My boyfriend got very interesded on the guy, and learned a lot of his shows by heart (thing that didn't demanded him a lot of effort, giving his utmost and unnerving easyness to learn by heart almost anything he hears that is: in english; japanese or broadcasted by the discovery channel, after only one time listening to it), after which he downloaded the documentary about him, that narrates the story of his succes. Tim Minchin even got me a nice grade in a translation assignment, in which I tried to translate one of his songs respecting a certain rythm and preserving the dark an cinical humor on it. I'll post a video of that song next:




So, that's Tim Minchin. Now, I have a teacher, who kind of looks like him... without the makeup or the crazy hair. Also, you can't see this in tgis vid, but my teacher, unlike Tim, wears shoes.
The thing is, it is a bit complicated for me to separate the two of them, and it makes me afraid of him in some level... that's wrong, I know. Being at the university and scared of your teacher is kind of lame. But it is true. I can't stop thinking on the craziest facet of Tim when I look at him, and I turn into jello... It's frustraiting. If you exist, and have a kind word of support for me, I'd appreciate it...

Bye bye

The Russians

Hello children! Sorry for the delay in this publication, but I wasn't in the right mood, apparently. Today I'm going to talk to you about something funny that happened to me about a week ago. I always go to a certain pub with my boyfriend, and in that pub we always drink a couple of russians: a Black russian for him, and a White one for me. Getting aware of that situation, it ocurred to me that I could work with this "russian thing" to make a short story, and I decided to write a sketch. It became a long story, and I still don't start writing it properly, but tyhe beggininng of it is already defined. It's about a couple that tends to go to a certain famous and prosperous pub, and always drinks black and white russians. Soon they became well known by the waiters and waitresses, who, behind their backs, call the "the russians". The story develops into a crazy plot, but the idea is that you don't feel the trasition. Well the thing is that the last time that we went to the real certain pub, a waiter that has served us a couple of times went absentmindedly to our table, and then, when he realized it was us, he said "Oh, hello you're the russians right?, so one and one with you two" and he was leaving before we could place our legitimate orders!!! (which included a white and a black russian, but acompanied by some sandwiches). It was hilarious. Of course we didn't tell him about my story in progress, but we couldn't stop thinking about it for awhile.

Ok I think that's all. I still don't recover my writing mood. So see you at the other side of the mirror!!!! (assuming that you readers are only a product of my imagination)

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Alice in Wonderland

So, since yesterday I am two things:
1.- Almost aware of the courses and timetable I'll be having for the next semester, and
2.- An associate of my local library.
Both are quite impotant for different reasons: The first one because I'm starting my classes on monday, but I haven't been able to inscribe any courses, and I'm dead nervous about that, although all the secretaries assured me that on monday I will be able to inscribe them properly, I sometimes have a hard time trusting them, because, lets face it, burocracy in my university (as in almost every university in my country and, i suspect, the world) is pretty shitty... Sorry, I don't know if I can swear in this blog... after all I wanted it blocked for all the mature content... should I censore the swear words from now on??? not that I swear a lot though... Maybe I should ask my nonexistent readers about that topic, what do you think????
OK it's decided, If I get one comment asking me to censore the swear words I'll do it, so If you are really there and have an oppinion about it, hurry and comment, or you may be stuck with what other people may want...
Well as I was saying, My university burocracy is quite annoying, and I never know what to believe and what to take as complete and utter crap (see? I may even start swearing loudly just to get a comment back!). But anyway, I'm comming tomorrow too, so if there are any changes I'll know. For now the thing that worries me the most is that on monday and tuesday I will be having classes at 8 o'clock in the morning, which is AWFUL! because besides eating, the thing that i love the most in this world is sleeping until at least 9 AM, I literally SUFFER getting up early, but what the heck, it must be good for my health after all don't you think? besides, it won't be the first time I get up early (and I'm sure it won't be the last one eather, or the last one I miss class because I overslept...).

So the other event is important because it gave me the oportunity to reread a classic that I've been kind of obsessed with recently: "Alice in Wonderland" (although they didn't have it in english so I had to read it in spanish), and I was really pleased. I can publicly announce that I love that story. It's quite intelligent, though twisted like the most, and that's the beauty of it actually, I now am about to make an improvement in this blog by returning to the actual theme of it: The stuff I aesthethicaly like.
So I've realized that anything that goes beyond the laws of reality atracts me deeply. On top of that, the dream-like quality of this story (That also can be found in a lot of Miyazaki's work, which I adore), in the sense that the interconection between an episode and the next is almost always erratic and often leaves you wandering how you got there in the first place . To me that is very appealing. So, do I love to evade reality? maybe is that, but not only that, I think.
Sometimes, like today, I find myself dreaming the most intrincated and entertaining story ever, something that I can't follow or reproduce later, when I try to tell my dream to another person. but when I think about it, it turns to be the most wonderfull of stories. I have never been able to write one of them, or something close to them. Alright, I'm no very constant on the exercise of writing, but I got a bit frustrated, years ago, by my incapability of writing down my dreams as the magical stories that they were. Maybe that's wy I feel attracted to this kind of tales, because I've always have the feeling that the best stories ever are the ones that happen in dreams, and to have the quality to reproduce a dream is a very rare, and, to my oppinion, a very precious talent.

So, finally I wrote down a bit of wat I'm supposed to be writting. I feel marvelled, because I was never able to say this to anyone before, maybe not even to myself!, and even when there's no one there to read me, I'm now very happy to have started this blog. Now the question is, if there IS someone reading, what do you think of this? Do you share my oppinions on this matter? or do you think I'm just ranting as badly as ever? I promise I won't freak out if I find a comment on this blog, even if I at first mistake you with a cyber ghost or something like that... you're not a ghost right?

My friend's party

Hello people! I haven't writenn in a few days, but I don't think anyone noticed, because, I don't really think that anybody reads this blog XD.
So, my friend's party the other night. She is one of my best friends, but until saturday night I had never been to her place. And that's because she lives FAAAAAAAAAAAAR AWAY! It took us like 2 hours to get there from my house!! By car!!!
As we didn't know the way, we were a little bit nervous about getting there in the first place, but that wasn't the only reason. You'll see, my friends have told me all kind of stories about robbers, and gunfights and gangs and stuff that happen down that neighbourhood. Now my car is old and a bit tatty, so we didn't think it likely that someone wanted to mug us, but you never know do you?
Anyway, we arrived safely and without getting lost even once, which I was really grateful for, because I was actually really scared of getting lost (actually, nowadays I'm a bit frighten about almost everything.... must be a side-effect of the earthquake, I imagine), and my friend was waiting us with some marvellous snacks, courtesy of her mum. I actually thought that her mum was preety great to make those tasty "canapes". I know my mum wouldn't have bothered with making those. Not that I'm complaining about my mother, but she dislikes the kitchen, and I love it, so I'm the one who takes care of that kind of things for most parties.
Anyway, our friends started to arrive and we had a great time. And the theme of the party was established when Peke (the girl who gave me the instructions to arrive at Eileen's house) arrived and we realized that I had misunderstood the word "intersection" and heard "circunvalation" (word that at least in spanish means something, only none of us knew what the hell was that). So we laughed a lot about my little mistake and established the "circunvalation" theme, that is to say, anytime possible, we made a joke including that word.
It may sound dull or silly, but that tends to be our party dinamics, every time we get together, we establish a theme, which of course is brought to the table by mere coincidence, and we don't drop it until the end. Then we tend to remember such party by the anecdote that lasted all night. The former birthday of Eileen (which was celebrated in my house) was "The bag folder 3000", and it started because one of our friends noticed that we were folding the shopping bags on a weird way and teached us how to do it properly (in the end we ended folding all the plastic bags that we had, which saved us a lot of space).
Wow, sometimes I forget how dorky I am. Sorry friends, it wasn't my intention to make you look like fools.
So a while after we were all there, Eileen's boyfriend's friends arrived. Neither of us (save for the birthday girl, of course) knew them, and at first it was a bit awkward, because their idea of partying was a bit more conventional that ours (i.e. drinking a lot and being quite loud and irreverent), so I felt a bit intimidated. But shortly after that we started to mingle and to feel more comfortable.
Sadly, I had to left the party quite soon, because my parents were suposed to use the car next morning, and my boyfriend was supposed to work all day... none of that happened next day though, but in the end Sunday turned to be quite a nice day after all. Maybe not as nice as Saturday, but a nice day indeed.

So guys, I'll see you soon, with another post that will probably have nothing to do with the theme I had thought for this blog... but then again, who cares, after all you don't exist... Do you?

Birthday time

Hello everyone. Today is birthday time, I have two celebrations. The first one already took place at noon. It was the celebration of my niece's birthday, which was held at a Burger King. The chaos was horrible. All the little kids (my niece was turning five) ran and screamed all over the place, but in the end I was able to enjoy myself. After all, it wasn't me who was in charge of the children, and my niece looked so happy...
At one point, the lady in charge called all the kids and made little Connie stand up on a chair, they put a pink cape on her and called her the queen of the party. I was radiant ('cause I love costumes), but I don't think it meant a lot to her. Anyway, it was a fun party, mostly because the adults gathered there didn't have to do a thing but wave to their childs (or nieces and nephews like in my case), and the kids had a great time. The only uncomfortable thing was that I was starving from the night before, because since I'm on a diet I try to eat little at parties (mostly because I don't want to miss the cake entirely, so I restrain myself on the rest of the meal), and yesterday was my aunt birthday, and I ate very little. You must know something about myself to understand the last sentence: I simply LOVE to eat. One of the most difficult things to me is to be on a diet (And that's why I frecuently break this one, like at parties and when I'm alone... sorry mum... It's true, I'll try not to do it anymore), and least of all convince myself that it is a good thing not to eat bread and stuff, instead of suffering every time a meal is coming because I can't eat the same than the rest. Aaaaaanywaaaaaay.... The kids where there, eating hamburgers and fries, and my stomach started to grump. So I had a hard time for about 20 minutes, until the little ones got bored and all the parents gathered there jumped over the abandoned food. I let myself eat a bit of fries and half a softdrink that was left over the table.
Then we went to my sister's house for lunch. My mum and I were a little bit late for the oppening of the presents, because we had to take another road (here in Santiago there are some highways that are paid, (the road to my sister's being one of them) and we can't afford that), so the trip was a bit lengthy, but it was worthy. When we arrived, we came upstairs and watched Connie open the presents. Both gandmas and aunts where more exited with the toys than my niece herself!!!, There were so many! It's great to be a child, you get a lot of cute stuff just for being cute yourself.... at least almost every little girl is cute... my niece certainly is... Well, I'm ranting again. We had a great lunch, and had some coffe with cake at the end. Then we talked and talked with my sister and her mother and sister in law until we realized what time it was and hurried back home.
Now I'm writing in a hurry, 'cause I have to go to Maipú, which is very far from my home, to one of my best friend's birthday party, and we don't want it to be too dark so we can see the road and reference points (This "we" refers to my boyfriend and I, whereas the "we" from the paragraphs before refered to my mother and I).

Soooo, With this I say goodbye, hoping that you didn't have such a horrible time reading this, IF someone is reading this at all.

XOXO to everyone behind the screen!!!!

About this blog

Hey everyone, I'm Paola, and though I'm a spanish native speaker, I decided to write this blog in english 'cause I'm an english student and i thought that I could use the practice, so if your native language is english and you spot any mistakes, please, make me know, I'll try and change it as soon as I can.

Now you may think that this is a poor reason for writing a blog, and I agree with you, so I decided to write about my personal tastes... Ok this may also be a lousy idea for a blog, but hey! perhaps there are other people who like what I like!

Well, actually I already know that there are other people who like what I like, because I can find a lot of that kind of stuff on the web, like, Harry Potter info, fan-art and fanfics, other fantasy books or book reviews, lolita costumes and drawings, cupcakes and muffin recipies, and a lot of other dorky and/or girly kind of stuff, but what I want to talk about the most is of my notion of "cuteness"... I believe I'm a little all over the place in regard of my personal tastes, so I frecuently find myself buying a lot of unmatching clothes and accesories or unnecesary notebooks and other cute stuff, so I thought that maybe if I wrote about it, my head would get a bit more clarified... Well, usually that doesn't happen when I'm writting or right after doing so, but much much later, when I reread my rants in order.

Soooo, I'm so sorry to bother you with all this nonesense, but I thought that a Blog was a better idea than a paper journal, 'cause my hand won't hurt at the end of the entry and 'cause maybe, just maybe, I could find a couple of people who wanted to read me. If that's so I would be thrilled.

OK so, Good bye for now, and I hope to see you soon! :)