Narcissism

The other day my sister and her almost husband came to dinner, and we started discussing blogs... They are both of the opinion that people who write blogs do so for narcissistic, vane and utterly mundane reasons.

My sister is a bright one, she is, and so is my brother (almost) in law, so I let you ghosts of mine with this consideration: You do not exist, you are only a reflection of my narcissistic mind, which has the need to elaborate complicated phantomly personalities who are desperatly in awe to hear whatever nonsense I have to say...

So this post is not really for you, ghostly constructs of my imagination, don't bother to leave an unexistant comment below, this is for myself, because I'm bored to death, and because aknowledging one's flaws is actually a very healthy excercise.

P.S: I love you Caro and Cesar!!! :)

Diet, diet, diet!!!

Picture from: http://completewellbeing.com/article/get-fat-free-get-healthy/

Hello my gostly friends, it's been a while. I know You've missed me, I know, but frankly, it is you own fault that I haven't been more active... yes, your fault!, Imagine how I feel when I get absolutely no feedback on my posts! It's quite boring, you know, talking to a bunch of spectres...

But anyways, I'm here again (that isn't quite sane of me is it?, just a tiny bit masochist perhaps?), and I want to tell you about y diet. Yes, I'm on a diet (finally) to lose that unpleasant extra weight that I've complained about at least once in this blog (I think it was the post about jealousy).
So the diet I'm doing is a famous and controverted one that started in France. Yep, you guessed right, it is the protein based diet, Dukan Method, and although I don't get hungry and the kilos are vanishing rapidly from my body, I am finding it quite troublesome.
You see, I started with the firm determination of losing 15 kilos (God knows I simply don't get how you english-spoken people can understand your inches and pounds, so let's talk about kilos instead) which would lead me to my ideal weight (more or less, I bet if I told an American what I'm aiming to weight they would ask me why do I want to keep on being fat, but for Chilean standards 58 kilos is quite reasonable, and honestly, less than most of the women about my height weight) So you do the math and tell me (not) what I was weighting when this diet started. Currently I have lost round 4 kilos (yesterday they were 5, but today we're back at 4), and with help of a cosmetic treatment, I've also lost 10 centimeters on my lower abdomen, and 6 on my upper one and waist (not bad huh?). People tell me the change is impressive, and I can tell my clothes are becpoming increasingly loose, but all of this doesn't seems to be enough for me... You see, I want to eat different stuff (more than anything, I crave for bread), and I want to go out and be able to drink a beer or a glass of wine or whatever! I honestly miss drinking much more than I expected I would. I miss going out with my boyfriend, and get together with my friends and drink, and eat chips, or fries or crisps, or whatever tey're called (now I think about it, I miss both crispy fried potatoes and those that serve you at restaurants, so there), and going out for ice-cream with my friends (it's summer here, and quite a hot one too) and I miss making cupcakes and be able to taste them. Atually, now that I can't taste them, baking has become an obligation instead of a pleasure, and as I hate having obligations when on break, I am now totally broke, npot being able to sell yummy stuff.
I thought I was bipolar till two days ago, when I talked to a friend that told me that every girl he has known that has been on a diet becomes a monster as soon as they drop the tasty, full of fat and calories, food. So now I'm not worried about losing my mind, only about how to mantain the diet and not loose myself in the meantime, and I tell you, it is HARD. I think I'm gonna lose it every day, and every day I wonder if it is worthy, and every day I fantasize of sweets and sandwiches and chips/crisps and chips/fries and whatnot....... F*ck, i'm in that place again........

See ya around, hopefully thinner and having stuck to the plan

Cupcakes!

It's been a while, a looong while, I know, and I have a lot of things to say. First of all, I finished my reiki sessions, and I'm like a whole new person, full of energy and as happy as a lark! Secondly, I've started my classes again, after 6 months of strike, and I'm not a t all on study mode hahaha, it's quite difficult to keep track on one's studies when one hasn't been studying for so long, but here I am, trying hard not to be left aside. Finally, I've started my own business!! Yeeyy. For that I must thank two special people: Jenny (for all the reiki and therapy that allowed me to stand on my feet again and start working hard) and Alma (from http://www.almascupcakes.es/ and http://www.objetivocupcake.com/), who has been my sole inspiration to start baking myself, and I've realized that I love baking, it makes me feel great! So, I'm not even CLOSE to achieve Alma's dexterity, but I don't even WANT to emulate her, she is just so perfect that I know I couldn't make it (besides, she is very skillfull in the photograph section, and I'm just a disastrous photographer), and my cupcakes sell well enough even if they're not as pretty as they should be. Soo here are some pictures of my beloved morsels (I won't embarrass myself by posting some of Alma's work, you can go on and click on her links and be astonished at her amazing skill and yummy cupcakes if you want to) and a big kiss and a million hugs to all of you ghosts of my soul :)

PS: I also do cake-bons and cookies :)

Bad thoughts

So here we are. A lot of time has passed since my last confession (I mean post), and all I have to say is that I'm a sinner, 'cause I've been having bad thoughts, and dreams, and wishes. But that's not the bad part, the worst (and what's making me feel like a rat) is that I enjoy such toughts, dreams and wishes, and even though I tell myself I shan't fall into temptation, I keep having and enjoying those damn thoughts (and dreams and wishes, of course).

The only thing I can say to my favor is that I'm currently producing something based on that stuff instead of daydreaming or reading it out of my system. That's right, writing this sh***t IS considered a productive way of using my time... who would say, huh?

So anyyyway, I'm sick of feeling like a rat, and I'll do something about it: I'll try and entertain you ghosts of mine for a little while. How, you ask? well, I tell you, I have absolutely no idea.... Any piece of advice?
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Oh, that's right, you're ghosts, and generally mute, you haven't have fun since you actually existed, so you cannot help ME being a bit more entertaining... That actually helps me feel better about myself, even if I'm still in my ratty mood, I could be doing a lot worse, like you, and not existing at all... hum, thank you phantom hord, I feel much better now. I guess I can rely on you from now on, for whenever I'm down :)

So, that would be it!

Have a nice eternity of boredom!!

PS: I don't actually BELIEVE I'm a sinner... that's for people who believe in Christmas.

Mourning time

I just wanted to pay my respects at the lovely writer Diana Wynne Jones, who died, as I just heard, this March. I'm really sad at these news, for I have become a steady fan of her, and have been feeling like I knew her through her lovely books.
I must say that Diana's fantasy worlds, filled with magic and color have been a recent and marvellous discovery, they have transported me to my childhood in a most wonderful way, and have satiated my desire for magic in a way no other book nor movie has ever done before. I am feeling her death deeply, and I want to loudly declare that the world needed her more than she could have suspected...

Thank you Diana, for all those hours of pleasure and enterteinment, for your kind english lessons and for the great inspiration that your marvelous stories have given and keep on giving to me.

When I was a skinhead and my cupcakes :)

Today, the photos come directly from my cell phone, so that crazy looking girl with a bald head is actually me, and no, I've never actually been a skinhead, and I don't think I'll ever be, thank you for the vote of trust, but YES I cut my hair off quite a while ago, and that's how I looked when I came off the beauty parlor and at the end of this post you'll see how I look now.
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Did you look at it already?
Yes?
Ok, then I can continue.
As you may have noticed on the bottom picture, I have a sweet looking pastry on my hand, and I must say, most proudly, that that little pastry is one of the first stack of cupcakes I have ever made.


And Even though I shouldn't, I must say that they looked adorable, and tasted delicious! The only thing was that my papers were average white ones, and that they came out of the oven stained and transparent, as you can see. The recipee and decoration, by the way, are a step by step copy of those Alma does, at her fabulous blog: http://www.objetivocupcake.com/, at the sundae cupcakes entry.

Then I made a cake with the same recipee (less the chocolate cover and plus a berries' jam filling) that I didn't even bother to photograph, because I screw up the decoration big time (even thou it came out just as delicious as the cupcakes), and with the remains I made a secon stack:


Finally, I used the remaining icing on these mini-cupcakes I made for a visit from my sister:

As you can see, there's a lot of them, but I made them this afternoon, and there are now 7 left... and I believe those seven won't survive till tomorrow (Of course I gave some to my sister and some to my cousin, who came afterwards and emphatically specified that his fiancée wouldn't even get to see them), but as I write the mini cupcakes are slowly disapiearing into my and my mum's stomach hehehe.

So, my beautiful phantoms (that's right, one of the good things of being imaginary followers and readers of my blog is that you all get to be beautiful), I'll leave you with the promised photo that shows my scruffy look, and my cute cupcake :)

Hugs and kisses (and that's the other good thing of being my followers ;)

Green flowers

So, it's been a while since I see you guys, but I'm here now with something for you. As you can't possibly know, because I haven't written here in a huge amount of time, I'm seeing a Reiki therapist, who has helped me unbelievably, seriously, I'm so happy to be doing this stuff I MUST recomend it to ALL of you, non-existent people to try it as well (maybe that way you will finally become real children!).
But my post is not about reiki and it's wonders, no. It is about something reiki got me thinking about... My grandma.
You'll see, my granny died when I was really young, and that was a terrible loss for me, because when I was even younger, she spent almost all her time with me, and when I grew up a little bit she remained a close companion, quietly accepting my childhood needs of spending time at my friend's houses and watching too much TV for my own good.
One of my first memories of her depicts her in thye tiny room she lived at before we moved to a bigger house. It was dark, illuminated by a yellow nightstand lamp, and completely filled by her huge embroidering frame (she didn't actually embroidered, but did a labor called "malla" in spanish and (Oh, what a discovery!) filet in english).


There was also a huge doll (I was like three, so maybe it wasn't THAT huge) called Lola, and dressed like a Gypsy. I adored that doll, but of course I wasn't alloud to play with her, because she was a very dear souvenir for my grandma, but I never recented that fact, I just loved to watch her and listen to my granny while I was at it. Many, many years later (almost 20 years) I named my little dog after that doll. I wanted her to have a coquetish name, and my thoughts flew to the gypsy Lola, with dark eyes and curly brown hair.
She also had a little TV set, and a little virgin Mary made of white hard plastic that she said looked over all of us in the house.

So this was my grandma, I called her "agolita" (a misspronunciation of "abuelita" which means granny) and really loved her, even though in her final years I took her for granted and sometimes got mad at her when she wouldnt let me play with my neighbours and my mum's makeup box at the front yard XD.

Whe she died I found it hard to cry. I was just angry at the doctors, and at myself. I remember entering her room and kissing her goodbye, but I really couldn't understand how her body was there and yet she wasn't. It was sad, very sad...

But we're not here for the sadness people!!! we're here to share one of the magical, beautiful moments life has presented me with. A few days ago, I passed by a flowershop near my house and had to walk over my steps to look at it again. It had a bunch of beautifully green flowers, just like the ones in the picture. I was amazed, for I've never seen green flowers before, but I've heard about them many years ago, on a country trip I took with my family and one friend when I was very little. There we were, at a kind of medow, walking happilly and talking about the colors of flowers, me and my friend, when my granny said "You know, there are green flowers too" we laughed at her and told her that the grass was green, not flowers "No" she said "there are green flowers, and I've seen them before". We were stonished, and spent the rest of the day looking for such marvels as green flowers. In the end we found some clovers or shamrocks and brought the to her, very satisfied "Yes" she laughed "those are green flowers too, but not the ones I was telling you about."

Many years have past, and I know nothing of my childhood friend, but the finding of those green flowers meant to me more than I can say to you guys. All I can do is write this post and hope that if someone ever reads it, they will understand, just a little bit, why green flowers are now my favourites while I don't think much of those hideous blue roses.

G'night, ghost horde, don't become strangers.

Steampunk, basterds and erotica

Hello, my ghost readers, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long for a new entry, but I hope you won't be dissapointed when you read this particular one... actually, I HOPE you won't be disapointed (now that I remembered that my sister reads this stuff I started to get a bit anxious about this whole idea...)
Well I better say it before I get cold feet. I had this dream today. I was napping a nasty sore throat away and I don't know how or were it came from but I started to have this dream about a spoilt handsome nobleman who becomes obsessed about bedding a middle class girl, an enterpreneur related to one of his many servants. Now this guy, being rich and handsome, and not responsible for his own life, has had a lot of partners, but none he had been really interested in, and none that had ever rejected him, so here we are in front of a classic love story about true love and self-improvement, with a princess-like heroine and a beast that turns into a prince... or, a saussy story with a lot of steampunk erotica in it, but not a classic written porn...... which tend to be quite dissapointing....... (not that I read that stuff Caro)
Now I have to go, so this will be continued...

Februabry

It is the end of february, and here I am, without a thought in my mind that I reckon worthy of sharing with you.
I could tell you about my super makeup kit, but I don't have any pictures, so it would feel incomplete.
I could tell you about my diet and stetic sessions, which are going great, but I am currently avid of eating something full of fat or sugar, so I won't.
I could tell you all about the old man that I found on the street the other day, whom I accompanied untill the police took him home, far away from Santiago, were he was lost and alone, but then I think I would cry...
So I thought I would write about the book I'm currently reading, called "The Clan of the cave bear", which is kind of old, but still remains kind of accurate in its vision of the paleolithic era. It's about a Cro-magnon girl who is adopted by a neanderthal clan, and about how she develops herself between them, getting to consider herself as part of the clan. Unfortunatelly, she is not, and will never be a neanderthal, so her possition in the clan is constantly challenged by her own unussual conducts. It is quite a good book, and I reccomend it, but quite frankly, I don't want to write anymore, so you'll have to make an idea of it by yourselves.

See ya later, IF you are not transparent, of course, on top of mute...

New year resolutions

Well, January is almost over and I haven't post a thing. You could say that I have little to tell you, but that's not entirely true, I actually have made a lot of new year resolutions, and, as it happens usually, I haven't done any of them yet.

The first one is to do a diet and a massage treatment to lose weight and corporal fat. Since I have to pay before getting the treatment, and my mum has broke one of her foot bones, I have to wait until my dad is free and can go with me to the medical centre and pay (I'm sorry, I'm not thinking in english today, so this may sound a bit unorganized). This should happen today after lunch, but I still don't know if my dad will make it.

The second resolution is to enter a gym and actually stay on it for a while, which I intend to do by means of befriending someone inside it, so we can give each other the strenghth to continue excercising. Of course i must pay for the gym also, and for that I need my dad again, so I hope today we can go to both places and get me ready to sweat and loose weight!

The next resolution is to learn how tpo drive, and that is kind of urgent now my mum is immovilized, but is the thing I want to do less. It's just that I already took a course several years ago, and it wasn't very good, so they didn't teach me how to park and stuff, so I failed the test, and I got afraid of driving giving the disastrous conditions by which I failed it... I kind of almost killed ourselves... But anyways I have been preparing myself for this for a while now, so I should be ready to start with lessons in one or two weeks.

Well those are my resolutions for the SUMMER ONLY because The rest of the year will bring me a part time job, so I can cope better with the Uni... I know it sounds like I'm on crack or something, but the thing is that my studies tend to be a tad easy, and people need a bit of stress in their lifes, so I'll get that extra bit of stress out of a job, so the Uni will seem much more ionteresting and a bit more difficult for me. Do you now see the logic in it?... well... how could you right? you don't even exist!!!

Thats all for January, I'll see you again on February... or at least I'll write for you on February, I won't actually see you, as you (assuming there IS someone who reads this blog) are in front of your own computer while I write this stuff.

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