Monday, October 31, 2011


I know I'm supposed to let them go but...

Morgan, I wish you were single
Sam, I wish you were mine
Mason, I wish you were closer
Morocho, I wish you would come back to my life somehow

There, I said it. I love you all. 4 options, and none of them are available for me.

Happy Halloween!

Save Me - Nicki Minaj

I drove for miles
Just to find
You and find myself

All these screams
All these voices
In my head
You gave me strength
Gave me hope
For a lifetime
I never was satisfied

This time won't you save me
This time won't you save me
Baby I can feel myself givin up
Givin up
This time won't you save me
This time won't you save me
Baby I can feel myself givin up
Givin up

It's not your fault
I'm a bitch
I'm a monster
Yes I'm a beast
And I feast
When I conquer
But I'm alone
On my throne

All these riches
I came this way
All this way
Just to say hey

Sunday, October 30, 2011

i don't know what the fuck im gonna wear tomorrow. i miss my uniform.
"Reirse de uno mismo, cura todos los problemas" - Male Pichot

Lexi's Dedication

Today it was Lexi's dedication. She was the cutest thing ever <33 Even though I am not the greatest christian ever, I am glad she has the chance to know about God, and the choice to believe in it or not.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

"Some people are meant to fall in love with each other. But not meant to be together"

Snow In October?!

Well, I don't know if this is Global Warming or what, but it is freaking snowing in October. It is gonna be a white Halloween. How weird is that?! I don't know where the fall went. I don't even know what happened with October. It went by so fast! It feels like a couple of weeks ago it was first day of school, and now it looks like Christmas and Thanks Giving! This is making me realize that in a blink of an eye, I'm gonna be getting on my plane back to Argentina. And it feels sad...

Friday, October 28, 2011

Sometimes I wish my life was a little bit more interesting so I could have more interesting things to write about. I wish I could come with a good story about Sam, or something funny about a wild party that I went to, or I don't know... stuff like that. I feel like I am a boring person.


(It was actually yesterday considering the fact that is after 12 pm. I hate that)

It was an amazing day until I found out that once again, I was gonna have to give my bedroom to guests. It was really cold, which was a good thing because I miss the winter (in fact, it is gonna start snowing at 4 pm, and it is October!!!). Anyway, I got a A+ in my English essay, which I gotta say it was an amazing accomplishment. During that period I also talked to the popular kids that sit around me, Matt and Abby. In Math I saw Sam, who looked pretty hot, but like I said, I'm trying to forget him. Anyway, I got a quiz back and I got a 38 out of 40, and it was pretty good too. In History we just learned about the Cold War and stuff, and well, nothing important happened after that, but it was fun, and I felt good in school. I am starting to enjoy every single day because I am leaving soon.

Then well, my aunt in law (? came and I got depressed because I hate it when my dad kicks me out of my bedroom because there are some other guests, it makes me feel like crap and like I don't have a house. But whatever, I'm used to it.

A Home Divided In Two

My parents got divorced when I was around 2 or 3, I don't even know. All I know is that it was long ago, and I don't even remember how it happened. I never really cared, I tried to take advantages of it. But as I grew older I started to understand what everything really meant. Today I feel like I don't have parents; I have a mom in one side, and a dad in the other side. And the gap between both of them, both families, both houses, both lives, are around 10.000 km away from each other (literally).

Even though I don't care about the fact that they are not together, I do care about the fact that my life is divided in two. I can't have them all together. I can't have my sisters in the same city, which means that when I'm with two of them, I cannot see the other two. It also means that when I'm with my dad, I go to one school, I speak English, I have different friends, a different lifestyle, and a completely different culture than when I am with my mom, in Argentina, where I speak Spanish, I go to another school, I hang out with different people, and I do different things.

Just like I grew up without noticing all of these things, my parents grew old without noticing them either. 

Today I'm 16, I live with my dad, and in two months or a little bit more I'm moving back with my mom. My whole life is gonna change (once again). But those things are not the ones that hurt the most about having divorced parents. I know change, I can handle it.

What hurts the most is when they make me feel like instead of having two homes, I don't even have one. When I moved with my dad, my mom transformed my room into an office. And when I'm at my dad's, I sleep in the guest room, even though he likes to call it my room, which is not really my room. Why? Because when another guest is visiting, I gotta sleep in another mattress in the floor, with my sister, or in the couch. I have no option. Why? Because that is technically not my room. Why? Because this is my dad's house, and I don't live here permanently. Why? Because I live with my mom. Why? Because they are divorced. In conclusion, I don't have a bedroom. It sounds stupid, but it is not, because just like I don't have a bedroom, I don't also have a home, is like wherever I go, I always step into their new families.

Tonight my aunt in law (my step mom's sister) came to visit for the weekend (for the third time of the year) and once again, I ended up sleeping in the freakin floor. I clearly showed my disagreement towards me giving up my bed, and I know I looked immature and selfish, but at this point, I just want respect. Do you think my two year old sister could sleep somewhere else? No, please, how can she go to another bed?! But me, of course I can. My room is the guest room, so I definitely gotta go somewhere else. There is no place that I can call mine.

And yeah, that's how it works for us. We have a broken family, and home divided in two where we don't even belong anymore.

Good Life

I am starting to realize how much I complain. How many hours I spend complaining about school, about people, about myself, about my parents, about the weather, about food, about my dogs, about my family... about my life in general. I complain, most of us do. It is easier to feel the bad side of something, instead of looking at the bright one. It is easier to say "I'm tired" in school, instead of "I am glad to be with my friends". It is easier to desire what we don't have, instead of looking at what we do have. It is easier to say "You don't know what you got til is gone", instead of accepting what life is giving us right now. It it easier to remember the past or make plans for the future rather than live for today. 

But sometimes I open my eyes and realize how beautiful this life is. How tough it can be sometimes, and how rewarding and enjoyable can be some other times. 

Life is not really about big things, it is about the small ones; those details, those little moments... about the situations that we did not even know where gonna mean so much to us.

With good music, lots of smiles, friends who make us laugh, mommies and daddies who love us, brothers and sisters who are always there, cousins who play with us, grandparents who cook for us, chocolate chip cookies, beautiful pictures, interesting books, romantic movies, a bright lipstick and nail polish, colors, the rain, the stars at night, cute boys, and many other things... how can we be sad?

We are young enough to say that this has gotta be a good life. WE ARE YOUNG. We can still dream, we can still act foolish, we can still make mistakes and blame it on the alcohol, we can dance Lady Gaga or rap Super Bass, we can eat until we explode, we can laugh until our stomach hurts... 

Stop complaining, smile,  embrace life with happiness. Look around, and no matter how hard things are going, you are going to realize and this is pretty amazing.
parlando italiano con i mi amichi

Thursday, October 27, 2011

PRO-LIFE. Say No To Abortion.

Today someone in Facebook posted a video about supporting abortion and making it legal in Argentina. This led to a 60-comment discussion, with different points of views and perspectives about it. I understand that women should be able to decide what to do with their body, I agree with it. But Nature and God gave us the gift of conceiving, of being responsible for ourselves and another human being. There are different types of pregnancy: someone who did not use protection, someone who used it and it was an accident, someone who was not educated enough to take pills, and someone who was pushed to have sex, in another words, who was raped. The only scenario that I could understand, is the last one. Having sex is a risk, it always is. Using protection is 99% secure that is gonna work, but you never know. So for the first two situations, I think that abortion should be illegal and those women deserve jail time. Then, I wonder why would someone push the Argentinian government to make this legal, when they could actually make the government provide more sex education in schools, and give away condoms and pills. So again, even if you did not know how to protect your self from this, it is not the baby's fault.

Reading different perspectives about this such as "I am fighting for equal rights, and women should be able to decide what to do" makes me sad. If women had the choice of killing their baby, then people in general should have the choice of killing someone they do not like. EQUAL RIGHTS, RIGHT? And what about the baby's rights? What about that poor baby that did not have anything to do with it? Where and his or her rights? 

But abortion goes beyond being legal or illegal. What concerns me the most is how a mother can kill her own child. Women in general have a maternal instinct, when they get pregnant they can feel something special with the baby. I wonder how they can be able to decide to get rid of that baby. I wonder who can be that selfish, that ignorant, that cruel to kill a simple child.

I know many people have different opinions about this, many of the readers of this post might disagree and I understand that. All I wanna say is that I don't support abortion. It should be illegal. And I am PRO-LIFE.


I always say that my biggest dream is to travel the world, learn languages, cultures, meet people, etc. In fact, I've already started living my dream. I am from Argentina, and I'm currently living in America.

I've started learning English when I was 9 years old, and now I'm 16, and I can still say that I haven't completely learned the language. It's an experience that takes time. Learning a language is like getting to know a new person; you don't know them for sure until you go through different experiences with them. When I was living in Argentina, I used to go to a private English Institution, I used to practice in school, watch movies in English, read English books, and listen to American music. then I moved here, and I have to speak it everyday. And after all of that, I'm still learning.

Many people say they speak a language just because they learn it in school, or in another words, they are pushed to learn it. I believe that you do not speak a language until you speak it with native speakers, until you have to use it everyday, until you speak slang, until you know the culture of the language...

You just do not speak a language until you live within it. It is like saying you went to a city just because you saw pictures of it, or saw it in a movie. No; you don't know a city until you went to that city, walked in those streets, felt the culture, ate the food, etc etc etc. Same with a language. You don't know it til its running through your veins. 


I would like to be bulletproof, to be strong and to not let anybody bring me down. But I can't do that. I always say that I'm not sensitive and that no one can make me feel like I'm not worth it, but the truth is that I cry for everything, specially when people scream at me. I don't know why, but screams really hurt me. I hate it when my dad is upset and screams at me, I just start crying and I can't stop for hours. You can actually hit me, and I will not feel as hurt as I feel when someone screams. I guess it's because I don't like screaming at people, I feel like it is disrespectful, I always say what I feel, but I try not to scream it angrily.

I don't know. I just hate screams.


I'm tired of living in a world with so many unreal and fake people. I'm tired of people who just follow the flow, and don't even care about real friendship any more. I'm tired of people who forget who they are just to be like everyone else. I'm tired of people who pretend to love everybody, when all they do is talk shit behind everybody's back. I'm tired of people who is trying to be cool in front of everybody. And what makes me tired the most, is the fact that sometimes, I'm also like this people.

I think the major factor when you are a teenager that says if you are cool or not is alcohol. I mean, alcohol is pretty cool when you want to have fun, but it's not the main thing in life you know. People go crazy over alcohol. People sneak around just to have a glass of vodka. People call every single person in their contacts to ask if they have alcohol. People make out with horrible guys just to get alcohol. People spend their savings in alcohol. People is just obsessed with alcohol, with being cool, with being like everyone else. People should congratulate me, because I have spent a good amount of time without alcohol, without wild parties, and without nightclubs, and Oh My God, guess what!!!!! I'm alive. Yes, I'm alive, you can touch me, you can see me, I'm alive!!!!!!!!! (I'm being sarcastic).

But alcohol is not the problem. Neither are drugs or smoking (which, by the way, I totally DO NOT support). The problem is PEOPLE. Is the way they change, the way they act, the way they forget about what life is really about, just to be "cool". The funniest thing ever is when they try really, really hard to be cool, but they are just naturally different, and it is impossible not to notice it. I know a few of those.

Anyway, I don't know. This is a random post just talking about fake people, which apparently there are more than I thought, and it is really frustrating. Specially when my friends or people I know become one of those. And like I said, way worse when I become one of those.

Note: Drink all the alcohol you want and have all the fun you want, but if you weren't doing it just for people to see that you are drinking, you wouldn't take pictures and then upload them to Facebook ;)

Cold As You - Taylor Swift

You have a way of coming easily to me
And when you take, you take the very best of me
So I start a fight cause I need to feel something
And you do what you want cause

I'm not what you wanted

Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say
And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you

You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray
And I stood there loving you and

wished them all away

And you come away with a great little story
Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

You never did give a damn thing honey but I cried, cried for you

And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you
Sometimes you get tired of waiting. Cause your heart knows you waited long enough.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011


New Fake Hair (We all love photoshop)

Annoying Boys

Why is it that every time I like someone, he is the only one that doesn't give a shit about me, while every single boy around him stalks me and creeps me out and annoys me to death?

Let's start:
  • Chris: the creepy, cheesy, and kinda gay sophomore who just doesn't stop talking to me, and is constantly writing on Facebook chat "hey whats up?". He probably chatted me 6 times already, and I never answer, and for some reason, he just keeps talking. It is making me wanna punch him.
  • Mike: he is the only cute one right now that is bothering me, but he is extremely ANNOYING. Since he started texting me, he just does no stop! He texts me everyday, and when I don't text him back, he texts the exact same thing again just in case I did not read it or something, I don't even know why actually. If I don't text him back again, he chats me, and if I don't answer him there, he texts me again. OMG! If someone is not answering you, you don't have to try in every technological portal, you know. If the person does not wanna talk to you right now, or if the person is too busy doing something, no matter where you talk to them, they are still not going to answer you.
  • Jason: he thinks we are like best friends, he texted me "I want to take you to grab lunch" the other day. He is probably the ugliest and weirdest thing in this world, and I just don't know how to let him know I am not interested. 
Those are just a few of these creepy little annoying kids in my life.

Meanwhile, I am here trying to forget about Sam, avoiding Morgan, blah blah blah.

It all sucks.

10 Tomatoes

I wrote this long, long ago. I never wanted to publish because I did not want to make public. But now it is in the past; the pain is not there any more, but the lesson will stay forever.

"The scariest thing about distance is that you don't know whether they'll miss you or forget you"

So I felt really bad today about something. Sometimes it is really hard to realize when to let someone go, and when to keep trying. Life is constantly changing. We are constantly changing. One day you have fun with your best friend, the next day you don't even know who she is any more. It hurts really bad, specially when you think people will stay there forever. But sometimes, it is not a fact, it is a hope. We don't know for sure if that person that promises us to be there, will actually be there forever. Forever doesn't exist, even though I wish it did.

So this is my story today: someone disappoints you, and you give them another shot. That person disappoints you again, and you give them another shot. The same person disappoints you once again, and you give them another shot. We basically give second chances because we don't want them to leave; that's why we forgive. But eventually you have to realize that something is not meant to be. When someone changes, it is hard to go back to what that person was before. I don't blame, because we all change, and we are happy with that. We grow up, we improve. But when you see someone changing and hurting people along the way, it is just disappointing. Maybe I could blame distance in my case. 10.000 km away can strengthen many things, but it can also destroy.

The thing is, today something happened, and I found myself in situation where I have to choose between this person, the one that was my best friend for a while, and another person that I love with all my heart, who is also a great friend, but who I obviously did not go through the same experiences with. Somehow, I chose the last one, instead of my best friend, or the one that used to be my best friend. Why? That's what I asked to myself. And I realized that I gotta face it, sometimes, best friends do not last forever. I'm tired to keeping a relationship through distance when I'm the only one that is actually trying to work it out. I deleted a lot of people from my life because of that, and I don't want to do it with his person, because it is just sad, but maybe I should just stop trying, because I don't even know if it's worth it any more.

I'm talking too much about my life, and you probably don't care. Let's go to the point: "Sometimes you just have to give up on people. Chasing after them is a heartache, especially when they don't try to meet u half way".

Now don't get me wrong: I love this person, I always will, and I'll be there, because even though many people leave me, I try not to do the same to them, I try to be there no matter what. But today is the day where I decide to show that I will not give a ten tomatoes, if I won't get at least one in return. Just one, that's all I'm asking for.

Please Switch The Button – Funny Gadgets

Please Switch The Button – Funny Gadgets

Oh…. It’s Too Bigger – Funny Girls

Oh…. It’s Too Bigger – Funny Girls

Funny People Shocked To See…

Funny People Shocked To See…

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Thanksgiving Day 2024

This is not original with me, however, it's food for thought in the land of the ObamaNation.

  "Winston, come into the dining room, it's time to eat," Julia yelled to her husband. 
  "In a minute, honey, it's a tied score," he answered.
  Actually Winston wasn't very interested in the traditional holiday football game between Detroit and Washington.
  Ever since the government passed the Civility in Sports Statute of 2017, outlawing tackle football for its "unseemly violence" and the "bad example it sets for the rest of the world", Winston was far less of a football fan than he used to be.
  Two-hand touch wasn't nearly as exciting. Yet it wasn't the game that Winston was uninterested in. It was more the thought of eating another Tofu Turkey. Even though it was the best type of Veggie Meat available after the government revised the American Anti-Obesity Act of 2018, adding fowl to the list of federally-forbidden foods, (which already included potatoes, cranberry sauce, and mincemeat pie), it wasn't anything like real turkey.
  And ever since the government officially changed the name of "Thanksgiving Day" to "A National Day of Atonement" in 2020, to officially acknowledge the Pilgrims' historically brutal treatment of Native Americans, the holiday had lost a lot of its luster.
  Eating in the dining room was also a bit daunting. The unearthly gleam of government-mandated CFL light bulbs made the Tofu Turkey look even weirder than it actually was, and the room was always cold.
  Ever since Congress passed the Power Conservation Act of 2016, mandating all thermostats - which were monitored and controlled by the electric company - be kept at 68 degrees, every room on the north side of the house was barely tolerable throughout the entire winter.
  Still, it was good getting together with family. Or at least most of the family.
  Winston missed his mother, who passed on in October, when she had used up her legal allotment of life-saving medical treatment.
  He had had many heated conversations with the Regional Health Consortium, spawned when the private insurance market finally went bankrupt, and everyone was forced into the government health care program. And though he demanded she be kept on her treatment, it was a futile effort.
  "The RHC's resources are limited", explained the government bureaucrat Winston spoke with on the phone. "Your mother received all the benefits to which she was entitled. I'm sorry for your loss"
  Ed couldn't make it either. He had forgotten to plug in his electric car last night, the only kind available after the Anti-Fossil Fuel Bill of 2016 outlawed the use of the combustion engines - for everyone but government officials.
  The fifty mile round trip was about ten miles too far, and Ed didn't want to spend a frosty night on the road somewhere between here and there.
  Thankfully, Winston's brother, John, and his wife were flying in.
  Winston made sure that the dining room chairs had extra cushions for the occasion. No one complained more than John about the pain of sitting down so soon after the government-mandated cavity searches at airports, which severely aggravated his hemorrhoids. Ever since a terrorist successfully smuggled a cavity bomb onto a jetliner, the TSA told Americans the added "inconvenience" was an "absolute necessity" in order to stay "one step ahead of the terrorists."
  Winston's own body had grown accustomed to such probing ever since the government expanded their scope to just about anywhere a crowd gathered, via Anti-Profiling Act of 2020. That law made it a crime to single out any group or individual for "unequal scrutiny," even when probable cause was involved. Thus, cavity searches at malls, train stations, bus depots, etc., etc., had become almost routine.  Almost.
  The Supreme Court is reviewing the statute, but most Americans expect a Court composed of six progressives and three conservatives to leave the law intact. "A living Constitution is extremely flexible", said the Court's eldest member, Elena Kagan. "Europe has had laws like this one for years. We should learn from their example", she added.
  Winston's thoughts turned to his own children. He got along fairly well with his 12-year-old daughter, Brittany, mostly because she ignored him. Winston had long ago surrendered to the idea that she could text anyone at any time, even during Atonement Dinner. Their only real confrontation had occurred when he limited her to 50,000 texts a month, explaining that was all he could afford. She whined for a week, but finally got over it.
  His 16-year-old son, Jason, was another matter altogether. Perhaps it was the constant bombarding he got in public school that global warming, the bird flu, terrorism, or any of a number of other calamities were "just around the corner", but Jason had developed a kind of nihilistic attitude that ranged between simmering surliness and outright hostility.
  It didn't help that Jason had reported his father to the police for smoking a cigarette in the house, an act made criminal by the Smoking Control Statute of 2018, which outlawed smoking anywhere within 500 feet of another human being.
  Winston paid the $5,000 fine, which might have been considered excessive before the American dollar became virtually worthless as a result of QE13. The latest round of "quantitative easing" the federal government initiated was, once again, to "spur economic growth." This time, they promised to push unemployment below its years-long rate of 18%, but Winston was not particularly hopeful.
  Yet the family had a lot for which to be thankful, Winston thought, before remembering it was a Day of Atonement.
  At least, he had his memories.
  He felt a twinge of sadness when he realized his children would never know what life was like in the Good Old Days, long before government promises to make life "fair for everyone" realized their full potential.
  "Maybe we wouldn't be where we are today if we'd just said 'enough is enough' when we had the chance," he thought.
Maybe so, Winston. Maybe so.

We Found Love - Rihanna

Shine a light through an open door
Love a life I will divide
Turn away 'cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind

It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny

But I’ve gotta let it go
Una de las partes más dificiles de la vida es decidir si alejarte o intentar un poquito más.
youth is like diamonds in the sun, and diamonds are forever

Monday, October 24, 2011

you are way too young to be broken. you are way too young to fall apart. because when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing.

I know I'll see you soon dear Eiffel Tower. Someday.

Forever Young - One Direction



It was a really good day to be a Monday. In English we are studying the medieval ages, which I love, so it was pretty interesting. Math was alright, kinda hard, but I get everything. In History we are studying the cold war, which I also love, I actually love European history in general. I sat in another table during lunch and it was pretty cool. I loved it. I sat with Eryn's friends, and they are in my grade, and they are all really cool, and we actually organized to go to the movies this Saturday to see Paranormal Activity 3. One of the girls has a car and her license, so she is going to pick us up, and we are going to have a GNO. It is gonna be pretty cool. In Astronomy we are doing this project about telescopes, and it was really cool because when we had to form a group, I already had my friends, which does not usually happen. Then in Spanish I felt really good, I always do, of course. And in Italian we didn't really do anything, so it was also cool.

Anyway, my point is that I felt like I am part of the school now. Like I have more friends, like I know more people, like I belong somewhere, and that was what I was missing the most about Argentina, feeling like I belong in that place.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Shit. Monday again...

EUROPE 2012 ?!?!

OMG ! So last night I posted about how much I want to go to Europe, and much I love it, and stuff. And guess what! Today, my grandfather (who took to California) said that he wants me to go to Germany with him to visit my uncle and my cousin next year!!!!!!!!

This is how it all started with Los Angeles, by a suggestion of my grandpa, and then, on May 2nd, I was walking in Hollywood Blvd. Now he is inviting me to Germany! To Europe!

Well, I hope this dream also comes true.

A Sea Full Of Sharks And They All Smell Blood

"They got their guns out aiming at me
But I become Neo when they aiming at me
Me, me, me against them
Me against enemies, me against friends
Somehow they both seem to become one
A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood
They start coming and I start rising
Must be surprising, I’m just summising
I win, thrive, soar, higher, higher, higher" - Nicki Minaj

The last 24 hours have been extremely... weird. For some reason, everybody did their best to attack me. The all managed to say the right thing, at the right time to just make me feel like shit. 

First it started with one of my best friends saying I look bad in my profile picture, then a kid that likes me texted me saying that it looks like I'm smoking in that picture, and today, Sol, told me I used to be super skinny and now I'm getting fat. I mean seriously, what is the necessity to say that? Specially when her body is twice the size of mine and I never say anything about it. 

Like I said on a previous post, it is just envy. Funny how the picture where I am supposed to look bad has more likes than any other picture of the girl who made the comment; funny how the kid that said that it looks like I'm smoking is constantly saying how hot I am; and funny how the girl that said I am getting fat has her legs the size of two war canons, and is a American wannabe who will never get as far as I got. Yeah, maybe they are trying to bring me down for a specific reason, and even if I know that they are doing it on purpose, it still hurts.

Haters... this world is full of haters.

Like I said before, don't let them make you weaker. Be like Nicki Minaj.

This is the picture. Do I really look that bad?

Miley Singing to Cancer Patient. I cried :(

Do we live in the City of Brass?

Tax the rich, feed the poor? 'till there are no rich no more?

..They said: “Who has hate in his soul? Who has envied his neighbour? 
Let him arise and control both that man and his labour.” 
They said: “Who is eaten by sloth? Whose unthrift has destroyed him? 
He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed him.” 
They said: “Who hath toiled, who hath striven, and gathered possession? 
Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgression.” 
They said: “Who is irked by the Law? Though we may not remove it. 
If he lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it!
So the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased him, 
The slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released him. 
----Kipling, The City of Brass, written in 1909. Read the whole work at the link cited.


Saturday, October 22, 2011

Biggest Weaknesses

  1. The guy I like
  2. My accent
  3. My mom or sisters' safety
  4. Failure & Dreams
  5. Goodbyes & Change (letting go)
  6. Argentina
  7. Los Angeles
  8. Europe (specially France (specially Paris (specially the Eiffel Tower)))
  9. The Universe
  10. Titanic (the music)
  11. Fashion & how I look


    Last night I watched Monte Carlo, starring Selena Gomez, Leighton Meester, and Katie Cassidy. The be honest it is not a good movie, I mean, it is an exact copy of Lizzie McGuire The Movie, the only original thing is that they all have a story. But that's not the point.

    Watching the movie reminded me how much I wanna go to Europe, travel around cities, meet a French guy and go somewhere with a view of the Eiffel Tower, have a coffee with pie in a French Cafe, go to the Coliseum and have pizza and ride a scooter, walk under the rain in London in front of the Big Ben, walk around Cannes, go around Venice in a "gondola", drink beer in Munich, go to the cathedral in Barcelona and to the palace in Madrid, go to the south of France and walk in those beautiful beaches, get tan in Greece, eat pasta in Rome or Florence, go to Verona to see the story of Romeo & Juliet, go to see the Mona Lisa, go shopping in Paris or Milan, ride a bike in Monte-Carlo, go to the beautiful buildings of Austria, go to see the story of the vikings in Denmark, go to the Virgin Mary's house in Turkey, etc, etc etc. I wanna go there for a long time and have the time of my life. Do all of the things I wanna do. Be old enough to go wild. I wanna walk in those European streets and feel the history, the art, the culture, the traditions, and the architecture. I wanna go to every single place of that continent and learn about it. I wanna meet people, make friends, fall in love. I wanna eat their foods. I wanna put my feet in the beautiful Mediterranean Sea.

    Europe is calling me. I feel like there is an adventure waiting for me over there. And even though I have no idea when it is gonna happen, I just know someday, somehow, my dream is going to come true, just like it came true with Los Angeles.