27.7.07

Facebook fever and my likes

I guess no-one reads this site, mainly because I haven't made it really public. So, this is like my secret place.

Getting into the Facebook thing, which is quite the opposite, a personal site to share with others, I realised (again) that I don't know myself very well. Or maybe it's just that it's hard for me to name my "favourites".

So now I will write the things I like doing... and all that stuff, I think I'll feel apathic towards life in the end...

I love travelling. I do feel the need to travel all around the world, so, basically, I want to get a job that allows me to do this. I don't want money to buy a beautiful car, a big house, fancy and expensive clothes, delicious food or jewellery. All I want to do with my money is travel, have enough to eat and to keep my health. If I get the other things, it'd be ok, but that wouldn't make me very happy.

I like movies, but I'm not an expert about that. I like "cine arte" mainly, always with a touch of humour. I don't feel ashamed to say that I love all of Hugh Grant's movies, they're always funny and Hugh is like wine, I can't help sighing when I see him... in spite of his age, ufff... who cares about age? I think I need an advisor on movies, not that Hollywood shit... I like many of the other movies too, like Kill Bill and Shrek and City of Angels, but I like food for thought.

I love a cup of coffee at Lastarria. Especially Patagonia's coffees, they're soo good. I like that are, Parque Forestal and Barrio Lastarria, shops there are really nice, but I don't use to buy things, they are a little too expensive for my budget.

I like volleyball, I haven't practiced for a long time, though. This semester I'll try to go back to the volleyball court. I also like football, I just think I should give up smoking to run more. I also should be less passionate about it, I can get too competitive or frustrated depending on the match.

I like writing, but I don't do it very frequently. What happens to me is that I think I have great ideas, but when the moment to write them down comes, I forget them or despice them... or get distracted by anything. I think that's fear only, I'm lazy, writing needs an effort and it seems I don't want to make it. I'd like to write a book at some stage, hopefully not when I'm too old. I also would like to write in public media.

My ideal job would be as a foreing journalist. Get paid for writing and travelling...

I don't usually do what I enjoy the most... should start doing it, maybe I'd stop feeling bored and empty.

I'd like to live a summer like my last one again. It was simply great, and even though I don't miss my special person as I did a couple of weeks ago, I miss him sometimes. The way he looked at me, the things he did and say... It's a pity I get pissed every time we chat now... things change, but deep inside... love remains.

I must say I've had a happy life... but I know I can be happier.

Now I'm in search of spiritual equilibrium, peace of no-mind, and the capacity to love every person and every second I live. I want to get to do that now, not when my life's about to end.

Good night.

24.7.07

cosas que llegan con los años

he mencionado como mil veces que siento que cambio todo el rato, que los años y tal...

bueno, no todo es tan heavy y profundo

con mi querida amiga-que no nombraré para no desprestigiarla- hemos ido conversando de estos cambios... hoy descubrí otro efecto de los años

súper cahuineras pos... no sé si será por mucho SQP como dice ella (pq yo no lo veo, qué lata, menos el gay de Villouta que en verdad sólo lo he visto una vez pero soy su "fan" desde la radio), muchas ganas de hablar de otros, la falta de tema entre nosotras, o una parte natural del crecer... y volvernos unas viejas cahuineras? Porque entre que ella se caga de frío todo el día y a mi me da lata hasta ir a la playa, paremos la cuestión que en tres años más estamos tejiendo y peleando con los gatos que juegan con el ovillo...

y eso, no sé, igual es chistoso, en realidad cada vez que nos juntamos hacemos una repasada de lo que pasa al rededor nuestro, y vamos pelando, jajaja, ni tan pelando, pero igual nos reimos de los demás. ahora, qué dirán los otros de nosotras... yo creo que prefiero no saberlo.