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