thoughts about He's just not that into you

Applying linguistics to my life has been a major topic (knowing the reason why somebody says something or why there's a wall of silence) these days, but it also contributed that I watched the film He's just not that into you. Then, I realized: I'm hopeless. There's nothing I can do to right something that went wrong so wrong...

The film makes you think about all the things that could have possibly gone in the wrong direction. And guess what, I have taken all the wrong turns...

Some funny quotes from the film:
Alex: You're my exception.

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Gigi: A girl will never forget the first boy she ever likes.

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Gigi: We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you.

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Beth: I just need you to stop being nice to me unless your gonna marry me.

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Beth: Am I... will I be Al Pacino in this scenario?

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Gigi: How stupid is it that a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right?

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Mary: I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies.
Mary: It's exhausting.

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Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.

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Gigi: I would rather be like that, then be like you.
Alex: Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?
Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.

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Anna: You have an ass that makes me wanna dry hump!
Ben: Did you just say 'Dry hump'?
Anna: Yep.
Ben: I think I just fell in love.

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5 yr. old Girl: Why did you do that?
6 yr. old Boy: Because you smell like dog poo.

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Ben: You may be the best friend I've ever had.

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Alex: He is not interested.

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Janine: He's totally gonna call.

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Neil: I don't wanna be with anybody else, I just wanna be with Beth.

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Mary: What if you meet the love of your life, are you supposed to let them pass you by?

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Alex: I really gotta go to bed.
Gigi: Is that an invitation?
Alex: What?
Gigi: Oh god, That was cheesy.

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Mother: Connie, do you know why that little boy did those things? Because he likes you.

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Mary: He MySpaced me.
Nathan: Ouch!
Mary: Oh.
Joshua: Oh girl I don't know about that... My trampy little sister says MySpace is the new booty call.

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Gigi: I think I've figured it out. Remember when I went out with that notary public and he cheated on me and then Anastasia from upstairs told me about how her boyfriend cheated on her in the beginning then he totally changed and now they're married and crazy in love?
Beth: I thought that guy was a process server.
Gigi: No notary. Anyway my point is, Anastasia is the exception, not the rule. We have to stop listening to these stories because they rule is most guys who cheat on you up front don't really care about you very much.
Janine: Ok.
Gigi: Ok, Ok. Exhibit A. Chad the drummer who lived in a storage space. He only used me for rides and yet I continued to stalk him for most of 1998. Then oh, um, there was Don, that broke up with me every Friday so that he could have his weekends free. I was delusional about that relationship. I used to refer to him as my husband to random people, like my dental hygienist. Anyway, all my friends used to tell me about how things might work out with these dipsticks because they knew someone, who knew someone, who dated a dipstick just like mine. That girl ended up getting married and living happily ever after. That the exception and we're not the exception we're the rule.

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Alex: If a guy treats you like he doesn't give a sh*t, it's because he doesn't give a shit.

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Gigi: Maybe his grandma died or maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab...
Alex: Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again.

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Gigi: Hey sorry to bug you again! Uh quick question.
Alex: What's going on?
Gigi: Ok I'm making out with this guy, PG stuff. but he mentions he's going out of town so he's gonna be out of touch.
Alex: Run.
Gigi: But maybe he is going out of town.
Alex: To where? New Guinea? Where's he gonna be that he's gonna be out of touch?
Gigi: Opens bathroom door - Where are you going out of town to again?
Gigi: Pittsburgh
Alex: Run.
Gigi: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me?
Alex: Uh. Yeah!
Gigi: There's not gonna be anybody left.

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Alex: If a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you.

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Gigi: Hey Conor, It's GiGi, I just thought that I hadn't heard from you, and I mean how stupid is it taht a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right? Cause we're all equal right? more than equal. more women are accepted into law school now then men. Call me, oh this is GiGi, call me.

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Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.

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Alex: Hey, Kelli Ann. Uh, did I get any calls?
Kelli Ann: Since you asked me 11 mins ago, no, not a lot of phone traffic.
Alex: [obsessively checks phone for signal]
Kelli Ann: Oh, my God.
Alex: What?
Kelli Ann: What's her name?
Alex: Who?
Kelli Ann: The girl... Alex.
Alex: There's no girl.
Kelli Ann: You can't hide it, man. I know strung out, and YOU are strung out.
Alex: Please.
Kelli Ann: This is amazing. You can't focus. Right? Jumping every time your phone rings. Checking your e-mail a hundred times a day. Wishing you could write songs.
Alex: [laughs]
Kelli Ann: No. Feeling the need to bring up her name in random conversations. It's always the same and it has happened to you, my friend.
Alex: Shit.
Kelli Ann: Welcome to my world, asshole. Let me get the door.

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African Woman #1: I'm sure he just forgot your hut number!
African Woman #2: Or was eaten by a lion.
African Woman #3: You guys are awesome!

what big teeth you've got!

I was surprised: Ice Age III in the cinemas in July!!! I know this sort of films are meant for children, but, hey, I don't care...

possession

"m-m-m, she's my mum, not yours" (from a boy to a parrot)

heading east

getaway:

here?

or
here?...

lending material

Si vas a fingir, mentime
http://elerlich.com/momentito/2008/08/si_vas_a_fingir_mentime.php#more

La gente que finge la risa es peor que la que finge el orgasmo. O mejor: es la misma. Es que no pueden parar. Fingir es más adictivo que el desayuno en la cama, exige menos cuidado y no requiere el coraje que se precisa para mentir.

Mentir es robarse un libro. Fingir es pedirlo prestado cuando sabés que no lo vas a devolver. El que miente le pone huevos a la cosa, igual que el que entra a robar un banco. No se puede compararlo con el que finge que pagó la factura a la hora en que le vienen a cortar la luz.

Se miente en grande y se finge en chiquito, casi bordeando la poquedad. El que finge no quiere mirarse al espejo y verse como un mentiroso. Pero no le molestaría que lo vean como un chorro sentimental. Y nada más lejos que eso. El que finge es un plomero que te mira a la cara para saber “cuánto te puedo cobrar por esta macanita”.

El que finge pretende que no miente; hace como que le da culpa. Pero tampoco. Le faltan pantalones largos pero no le sobra imaginación: el que miente llega al trabajo tarde porque lo agarró un triple choque; al que finge el nene se le enfermó.

¿Por qué alguien prefiere fingir un vuelto de la panadería cuando puede pasar a la historia mintiendo un millón de dólares? No tanto por cobardía como por desinterés.

Es más fácil fingir un pancho que mentir una pavita adobada, se tramita más rápido y se mastica igual. Pero te lima el alma, te la deteriora. Te la deja a medio afeitar.

El mentiroso es un coso que sabe que arriesga, que está viajando con una valija non sancta y que si lo paran en la aduana se va a cansar de perder.

En cambio el que finge es más desapegado que un post-it. No le calienta que te des cuenta porque tampoco se va a tomar el tiempo para corregir. Por eso va a lo mínimo, cosa de errarle por poco. Nada de “estábamos cerrando el balance y nos cayó una inspección de impositiva con canas y todo. Nos quitaron los celulares y por eso no te pude avisar”. No. Un fingidor se conforma con un “qué querés, el jefe me retuvo”.

Y ante una cosa de esas no dan ganas ni de preguntarle ni de mirarlo fijo. Uno sabe que el otro sabe y los dos la dejan pasar: en eso, al fin y al cabo, radica la miseria de fingir.

Nadie quiere que lo encaren con la verdad, eso es sabido por todos. Pero una cosa es decolar desde una mentira como la gente, una historia que valga la pena y nos haga aunque sea soñar con la grandeza, y otra muy otra la conformidad que nos lleva a fingir.

Fingir es decirle a la vida “hasta acá hemos llegado”, “por favor no me pidas más”. Por eso fingir es masivo y lo entendemos rápido. Es como sacar un delantero y poner un marcador.

Una sólida mentira bien puesta se gana su lugar en la mesa. Te toca el culo, te levanta de la silla y en el peor de los casos convoca la furia, nos viste de inmediato con ganas de matar.

En cambio cuando nos fingen en la cara, así cortito y con poco argumento, recuperamos la tranquilidad de lo viejo y conocido: la vida nos reafirma que no merecemos más; ni siquiera que nos mientan con un poco de onda. No lo pedimos a gritos pero lo aceptamos con gracia. Nos fingen lo que sea y nos sentimos acunados por el dulce canto de la resignación.

Es hora de cortarla y decir que no. Si vas fingir, mentime. No me finjas el orgasmo: tené los ovarios de mentirme el amor. Inmolate a lo bonzo en una mentira que valga la pena, ¡corré el riesgo de que te salga mal!

Basta de achicar el mundo, señores, fingiendo cosas que no valen la pena. Los mentirosos con ganas tienen al final del túnel una chance aunque sea por la osadía. A los que fingen, por mediocres, les están cerradas para siempre las puertas de la verdad.

El Erlich, Agosto 16, 2008 02:20 PM|

well, I don't feel exactly the same, but the core feeling is quite similar...
I was given a lame excuse. Quite difficult to believe something like that.
You should have seen my face...

clouds

I took up a new hobby: taking pictures of clouds is good for my spirit! (and my mood)...

reloaded

March has begun and eventhough I'm busy, I think it's a wonderful month: kids attend school after their summer break, Autumn is around the corner, everybody is back from hollidays (no more excuses to be heard on the matter), I'm planning a getaway...

But, what still surprises me of this month is that I keep a record of some sort of weird comments in the street when I take my dog for a walk: I was congratulated by an old woman on my collecting my dog's number two. Then, a mother told a child that I was doing sth really disgusting (exactly the same action I was congratulated on). Later on, a friend of mine asked me if it was ok for me to do something like that...

It seems March brings some questions or comments... bring them on, I'm prepared...

no me fui!

No, I'm still here.
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
no time at all, but I'll be back soon.

heat

Feel the heat... was that the lyrics of a song or am I crazy?
(all week long in thirty something degrees C)

saudade

Is there an anti-Valentine's day?

Carnival

The great thing about Brazilians is that Carnival is part of their lives.

That's why I couldn't understand that their summer break ends before Carnival begins.
Isn't it a bit contradictory?

In Argentina, Carnival is also celebrated as well as in some other countries in South America. The most famous one takes place in Entre Rios (State). But, as that is the most important celebration of the year, children go back to school once Carnival season is over.

tudo beim

My Portuguese was much better than I thought, I even made good friends in Brazil! (The bad thing is that I'm back home!)...

unforgettable songs

my all-time favourites:
Keep On Loving You by Reo Speedwagon
Don't Forget Me by Glass Tiger

it's an eighties' day, you know.

Oh Monday Oh

A week away from holls... the sun will shine all week long no matter what (oficially, it's no longer a sunny day)...

but my birthday on Monday (that seems to be a very hot day)... well, I'll try to make the most of it!!! (sorry if I take the day off, gals).

There are so many wishes to make when blowing out the candles tonight...

miracle

I know she's leaving the flat by the end of the month, but may be, may be she's leaving by mid January. If you could hear all the noise she makes (I bet she's kicking her furniture), you would agree with me.

So, no more waking up at 4 AM, it's a wonderful miracle!

cosas escuchadas en año nuevo

1) ¿dónde están las cositas esas redondas que me gustan? (más conocidas como avellanas)
2) ¿dónde están los turrones (caraduras, pienso yo, se los comieron antes de tiempo y encima esperaban reposición de lo que se suponía que no debían comer desde el vamos).
3) ¿cuando aprendiste a hacer cosas tan ricas? (pero si siempre preparo cosas ricas, por unas bruschettas no me recibí de cheff!).
4) ¿te estás vistiendo de mujer últimamente! (claro, las faldas se usan en verano, tío).
5) ¿me traes el helado? (o quizá, tendría que haber dicho, lo que dejé de él)...
6) arándanos, mmm, ¡¡¡qué rico!!! (cuando el mes pasado le regalaron un buen paquete y casi se atraganta de tanto comer).
7) deja que yo corto el arollado (una porción para la fuente, varias para el cortador)...
8) no sirvas más de eso (con la mente fija en lo que quedaba para el día siguiente)...
9) ¡qué temprano llegaste! (es que si llegaba más tarde, se comía hasta las migas).

y la 10) no se me ocurre, pero ya me vendrá a la mente alguna de esas frases imperdibles de mis tíos... porque año nuevo es un clásico de bloopers...

in a voyager mood

My inspiration got lost yesterday. However, I discovered that some people wrote excellent posts about travelling in their blogs.

Take a look by yourself...

The 50 Most Inspiring Travel Quotes Of All Time

Memorable travel quotes are like messages found on the beach; beautiful, timeless, and read at just the right moment.

Editor’s Introduction - Tim Patterson: I’m typing on the deck of a hostel in a little Uruguayan surf town called Punta del Diablo. Travelers are chatting around me; the usual conversation about where they came from and where they’re going next. Down on the beach, surfers are catching the last waves of the day and men driving horse-drawn carts haul firewood into town.

In many ways this is an idyllic scene, but to be honest, for a while today I was feeling a bit tired and jaded about travel. When you’re on the road too long the spark of newness fades, and travel can feel like a long, pointless slog, a detour from loved ones and from life.

Then I started reading the quotes you’ll find below. Some made me laugh. Some made me wince.

But all of them rang true, and reminded me of why I travel: to learn and grow, to challenge myself, stretch my limits and foster an appreciation of both the world at large and the chair waiting in front of the woodstove back home.

I hope you’ll find similar inspiration in these quotes. Without further ado…

The 50 Most Inspiring Travel Quotes

1. “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.” - Mark Twain

2. “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” - St. Augustine

3. “There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.” - Robert Louis Stevenson

4. “The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” - Samuel Johnson

5. “All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.” - Paul Fussell

6. “Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” - Jack Kerouac

7. “He who does not travel does not know the value of men.” - Moorish proverb

8. “People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.” - Dagobert D. Runes

9. “A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.” - John Steinbeck

10. “No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” - Lin Yutang

11. “Your true traveler finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty-his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure.” - Aldous Huxley

12. “All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own. And if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.” - Samuel Johnson

13. “For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” - Robert Louis Stevenson

“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” - Henry Miller

14. “Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things - air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” - Cesare Pavese

15. “One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” - Henry Miller

16″A traveler without observation is a bird without wings.” - Moslih Eddin Saadi

17. “When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.” - D. H. Lawrence

18. “To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” - Freya Stark

19. “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” - Mark Twain

20. “Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” - Miriam Beard

21. “All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” - Martin Buber

22. “We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” - Jawaharial Nehru

23. “Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.” - Paul Theroux

24. “To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” - Bill Bryson

25. “Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

26. “Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by.” - Robert Frost

27. “A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” - Lao Tzu

28. “There is no moment of delight in any pilgrimage like the beginning of it.” - Charles Dudley Warner

29. “A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.” - Lao Tzu

30. “If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.” - James Michener

31. “The journey not the arrival matters.” - T. S. Eliot

32. “A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.” - Tim Cahill

33. “I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” - Mark Twain

34. “Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.” - Pat Conroy

“A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” - Lao Tzu

35. “Not all those who wander are lost.” - J. R. R. Tolkien

36. “Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.” - Benjamin Disraeli

37. “Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” - Maya Angelou

38. “Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation.” - Elizabeth Drew

39. “Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe”……Anatole France

40. “Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.” - Seneca

41. “What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do - especially in other people’s minds. When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.” - William Least Heat Moon

42. “I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.” - Lillian Smith

43. “To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.” - Aldous Huxley

44. “Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art.” - Freya Stark

45. “The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.” - Rudyard Kipling

46. “Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.” - Paul Theroux

47. “The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.” - G. K. Chesterton

48. “When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.” - Clifton Fadiman

49. “A wise traveler never despises his own country.” - Carlo Goldoni

50. “Adventure is a path. Real adventure - self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind - and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” - Mark Jenkins

renew yourself

Have you watched the old movie Blade Runner? The carousel thing was absolute brilliant.

Can we recreate the scene in real life settings? Imagine you could make things/people disappear just for the promise of a new life ahead...

2009 is a whole new topic to develop...

shots

Who likes getting shots?
I don't and I wonder why we chose our holls destination (this is my third and last shot, though in a 3-month time I'll have a new dose).
Thank God we are not going to Indonesia or Africa! (more shots are required to go there).

old resolutions almost in new year

New Year's resolutions: bringing back memories reading some old posts

peekaboo

Here I am, after Christmas trying to survive after so much food, presents, family visits and so on.
Oh boy, we're supposed to do it again next week.
I can't wait, really...
[btw: hollidays countdown has just begun]

flower power

Flower barrettes are on, my dears. All girls (and old bats) are wearing them.

What's next? All the garden up there?! A few branches, may be?

words and comparisons

The end of the year is round the corner. I think of how many words I'll be saying per minute every time I meet people to celebrate...

If I type as quickly as I speak, I should even think of meeting my friends when I'm working hard... my productivity will definitely increase!

In the case I don't drink, of course. Otherwise, no production should be expected.

treasure hunt

If you could help me find my Christmas tree, it would me much appreciated. Oh, by the way, add my Christmas list to the search.

Definitely, my spirit isn't here, though I love this season.

chickened out

Double ups. Supposedly, I had a test (well, translators take courses on everything all the time). I mean, I had it. But as I chickened out, I left it for Feb.

A friend of mine called me to ask me why I texted her that I was not taking the text. My answer? Blame it on the quente day! (well, I knew that I didn't study as much as required to pass the test).

See? At least I was a self-conscious chicken girl.

almost ready to have tea?

My mum and my auntie are on their way to see how the painter's thing ended up in my flat!

I asked them to bring their pastry, right? (I'm in the mood for a nap myself instead of tea!).

I promise I'll be a nice girl... if they don't stay long! [otherwise, I´ll show them my super natural yawn].

I'm serious about it.

Friday I'm not in love

Considering the facts:
- flat painted by 2 painters who didn't do their job in the proper way.
- still many things to be cleaned and ordered.
- a lot of pending work for the weekend.
- plus [the same] long weekend will be spent doing things at home instead of sunbathing and meeting with friends.

Oh no, I'm certainly not in love today. Even watching my dog sleep like the Sleeping Beauty with a cushion under her head and a warm blanket covering her bad back makes me feel jealous of her princess life (did I mention that I get up at 7Am everyday?!). One Piña Colada for her and a double Diet Coke with cafeine on the rocks for me, pleeeease!

BTW: Did I mention that the weather is more than perfect to stroll along Puerto Madero? And am I supposed to set the Xmas tree on Monday? [Am I supposed to find it?] I love Xmas, but this December seems to be too short this year...

paradoja

No me gusta para nada facebook, no veo que sea de mucha utilidad saber qué están haciendo mis amigos ni cuándo.

Tuve que ceder por algunos motivos: tengo amigos lejos y hace meses que recibo sus invitaciones. Eso sí, acepté bajo mis propios términos, no todos podrán contactarse ni ver mis preciosas fotos. Y eso de que los amigos de los otros aparezcan en mi lista, mucho menos (no creemos confusiones, uno no puede ser amigo de todos, por más que quiera).

Under no circumstances quiero ser contactada por personas de hace veinte años atrás, se podría decir que a mí esas cosas no me resultan. No sé a los demás... (y no, no quiero tener un millón de amigos, digo, por si hay un record Guinness por eso)...

finding the differences

(taken from here)
If someone in America asks you if you would like a pig in a blanket, it will save a lot of embarrassment if you know they are offering you a sausage roll.
Many of us go on holiday to the US confident we will have none of the language problems experienced in other countries.
OK, we all known they call petrol "gas" and they walk on the "sidewalk" rather than the pavement and they have "vacations" rather than holidays, trousers are called "pants" and so on.
But a look at the words Americans use for everyday food and drink items makes me wonder if a British-American phrase book would be essential after all.
For instance, they call an avocado an alligator pear, an aubergine an eggplant – and if you want mangetout, you'll have to ask for snow peas.
Fish fingers become fishsticks, prawns are shrimps, a beefburger is a hamburger, a gammon steak a ham steak, blueberries are huckleberries and corn is maize.
And can you guess what a rutabaga is? It's what we call a swede. (The American word is derived from the Swedish word rotabagge, which means turnip).
Meanwhile, if you want a sorbet, ask for a sherbet. How about some treacle... just ask for molasses. Gherkins are pickles, spring onions are known as scallions and if you want semi-skimmed milk, you'll have to ask for "low-fat" or "2 per cent".
It's just as difficult for children with ice lollies called popsicles, sweets called candy, candy floss known as cotton candy, biscuits called cookies and fairy cakes are cup cakes.
And how about this: If you want jam, you have to ask for jelly. And if you actually want jelly, you have to ask for "jello". Yes, it's all a trifle confusing...
Icing is known as frosting, an off-licence is called a liquor store, if you want something grilled, you must ask for it to be broiled, and in the US, food comes in cans, not tins.
And just in case that lot hasn't put you off going shopping in the States, take a look at these complete opposites: A catfish is a dogfish; chicory is known as endive and, surprise, surprise, endive is called chicory.
All this to worry about on top of getting the pronunciation and spelling right. Which reminds me of the American at a job interview in England who is asked to spell the word "coffee" – and is told the job is his if he gets just one letter correct.
The American ponders for a while before answering slowly: "K - A - W - P - H - Y".

time machine

Rock me Amadeus
We are the world
Walk like an Egyptian
I've been losing you
Eternal Flame
I need a Hero
I feel the Earth move under my Feet
You've got a Friend
Last Christmas
Time after Time
Under Pressure
Everybody wants to rule the World
Come fly with Me
Killing me softly
Self control
What a feeling
Gloria
Don't cry for me Argentina
Lucky Star
Man in the Mirror
You can't hurry Love
How do you do
Spending my Time
If it makes You happy
Synchronicity
Don't you forget about Me
Friday I'm in Love
In the name of Love
Where Streets have no Name
Walk of life
and the one I prefer: C'est la ouate!

nostalgic mood

Incancellabile (Laura Pausini)

A volte mi domando se,

Vivrei lo stesso senza te,

Se ti saprei dimenticare.

Ma passa un attimo e tu sei,

Sei tutto quello che vorrei

Incancellabile oramai!

Sembrava un'altra storia che,

Il tempo porta via con se,

Tu non lasciarmi mai!

Tu non lasciarmi!

E più mi manchi, più tu stai

Al centro dei pensieri miei

Tu non lasciarmi mai

Perché oramai sarai

Incancellabile.

Con la tua voce, l'allegria

Che dentro me non va più via

Come un tatuaggio sulla pelle.

Ti vedo dentro gli occhi suoi,

Ti cerco quando non ci sei

Sulle mie labbra sento la voglia

Che ho di te.

Così profondamente mio

Non ho mai avuto niente io

Tu non lasciarmi mai

Tu non lasciarmi.

E più ti guardo e più lo sai

Di te io m'innamorerei

Tu non lasciarmi mai

Tu non lasciarmi,

Non farlo mai perché.

Se guardo il cielo

Io sento che sarai

Incancellabile oramai oh no!

Tu non lasciarmi mai

Tu non lasciarmi.

Incancellabile tu sei

Nei miei respiri e i giorni miei

Tu non lasciarmi mai.

E si fa grande dentro me

Questo bisogno che ho di te

Tu non lasciarmi mai

Tu non lasciarmi

Tu non lasciarmi

Tu non lasciarmi

Oh no.

E più mi manchi e più tu sei

Al centro dei pensieri miei

Tu non lasciarmi mai

Tu non lasciarmi mai.

Tu non lasciarmi

Da sola senza te

Ora e per sempre

Resterai dentro

I miei occhi

Incancellabile.

numerito, papers and painters

I thought I'd have more time, some time, time.

Where are those pictures I kept all these years? and those teddy bears you gave me centuries ago that I kept in a box? (I told you that I gave them away, but that was not the truth, they were very special to me and I couldn't, I wouldn't get rid of them). Because those things make me think of you (in fact, many things make me think of you).

As usual, I'm under a huge pile of papers, trying to get ready for tomorrow. The painters will invade [again] my place. All those nice things I wanted to see are still in my wardrobe.

I hope I'm coming back on Sunday night and even if the paint is still wet, I want all my things. A glass of wine and all those mementos will surely help me remember every minute we spent together.

splash

A house on the beach with this view would be awesome. If I get something like this for my next holidays, you'll be the first to read about it!

in a painter's mood

I'm working hard, my flat is a big mess (I'm having my flat painted).

I'm so tired I could sleep for weeks. But, hey, no: a wardrabe is waiting to be cleaned, my dog needs a bath, and I need a break.

Who said that living on your own was easy? Come on, that person never had a painter on his/her head!

to kill a mockingbird

Not exactly the book, but I'll reread it soon. I was thinking of the girl who lives on the toop floor (in fact, mockinbirds sing all time, exactly like her! though she's not pleasant to the ear). She's driving me crazy! [she wakes up at 4AM and makes a lot of noise] So I'm listless all the time.

I have already had a word with her, but, apparently, it's my fault that she wakes at that time and has a cheff position (I'm the crazy who wants to sleep during regular nights, which means all nights).

Listless, hopeless, weary and furious, the way I feel today.

Ideas?

sayings

Supposing you gave somebody a gift and that person would try to give it to someone else (and she'd tell you about it!), which phrase would be the most suitable one to describe the situation? Because I'm seriously thinking to give her a hint about it, but I don't want to act like she did.

more language signs

A police station in Palermo district...

language signs

Our funny? strange? weird? Argentine way... sense of humour... (signs promoting different language courses)

Aconcagua and much more

We were supposed to trek across the base of Cerro Aconcagua, the highest peak in America.

As there was a blanket of snow there, we had to settle for a walk. Not exactly the same, but it was fine.

It was majestic and we had the chance to see a fox. Have you ever heard the expression "Sky is the limit"?

irresistible

Spring has just begun!

Jose Sacristan

At the very last minute I was invited to a conference and the speaker was Jose Sacristan (eventhough I was reluctant at the very idea of going there, I attended the conference). I was surprised to see that he is a very nice person and he talked about his life, his options in life (and he didn't like posing in the photo pics he was obliged).

Oh, sometimes it is great to be wrong, you know.

over here

I'm busy at the moment, but I'll be back soon!

pjs

I just hate all the variety of nice pjs I have. But there's a reason why: everytime I need to get changed, I've to lift my legs, which means I need to make an effort, which means pain. Though I can't complain, it's great to be working from home, to relax a little bit of what to wear (or not to wear), to order food by telephone (or the net). There are many good things of being at home.
Look, I wouldn't mind if somebody could create pjs that were similar to those rip-off pants strippers use, I would make no effort every time I change!
Now, what about wearing socks?

Olympics

If I watch one more [sort of Chinese history and general data] program, I promise to sleep while the Olympics are on.

Look, it's nice to open our minds and learn about other cultures, but it's enough!!! My brain can't process new info until the end of the year! [by the way, where can I get a new chip for myself? I'll be needing one soon!]

surgeon's comments

I: I didn't think (of) or remember you during the weekend (that I was really in pain). [I was trying to make a joke out of the situation]
surgeon: I don't care what you think of me (as if he were tackling me in a rugby match), really. I care (at the end of the day) what my children think of me.
I: You should care because you're the one who operated on me.
surgeon: [while removing my bandages] Would like a Martini or a Margarita? [because my arms were under my head as if sunbathing].
I: What I need to know is when my belly will be in its normal position and when I´ll be back to life.
surgeon: Well, fifteen days to remove the stitches, one week for your belly, a month to fully recover...
I: Great that you didn't mention these matters before the surgery...
surgeon: ... and your doctor will remove your stitches... [meaning, he was too busy to finish his job]

Conclusion: His partner (the one I liked, who wasn't there when he was supposed to) will remove the stitches. In the meantime, I feel miserable with strange and thick threads coming out of my belly!

not in a speaking mode

The (90-minute) operation went well. I'm at home resting. But, if I hear once more that the operation was simple and that I should be walking in a few days (many stitches in my inside -fifteen days [at least]- to recover, three incisions covered, two cysts removed -sent to the lab-, one ovary smaller than the other, a study should be done in three months to check if everything's ok), you'll hear my dirty mouth. By the way, I'm still taking pain killers and on a low-fat diet. Anyway, I'm not in a speaking mode (even though my sense of humour is intact after all the doctors saw me naked), is that normal? [meanwhile, the telephone keeps ringing]

And one question: how can I do to go next Sunday to Holiday On Ice? Ideas? (take into account it's Children's Day in Argentina)

second part

I'm getting ready for the operation! See you in a couple of days!

operation instructions

In my world things are not easy. I always think ahead and try to solve any future issue. That's exacly the case when you know you have to be operated on and all things go wrong.

First of all, a short course on how to manage administrative clerks needs to be attended. Then, you need to pretend everything's ok (when it's not) with the surgeon's secretary (the one who caused all the trouble because the surgeon is allowed to operate people on certain medical plans and she never mentioned that). Of course, a phone call to the medical plan sales executive is required in order to obtain a change of plan. The medical company will make a [super] exception once they realize it's not the patient's fault. But it goes on: you need a new order to be admitted at hospital, which means you've to travel 45' just for a piece of paper (fax machines are my favourite items these days). The same secretary who made all the wrong moves says I need the original order for my admission (something I can't believe, is the surgeon coming to my surgery? will you please ask him to take it with him?).

Finally, a phone call to the private clinic is required to confirm that everything's set. Guess what? The authorized order (no need for the original one, they assure me) has not been sent to them. Now I've to deal with the fax sender!

[and there are some days still to go before I get operated. Imagine what may happen...]

dog eats bread

No pictures available, but imagine: my dog sits under the table (meaning something bad has just occurred, bad dog!). Standing at the hall, I realize that some shopping bags are still there. I put them in the kitchen. I start sorting things and then I see it, the bread bag is literally in shreds. The remains of the loaf look as dough kneaded by a toddler.
Good choice, I think a moment later, it' s the loaf I use to hide her medicine (and that she eats obediently).

phrase

A phrase for those who need to understand: a word to the wise is sufficient.
Say no more.

lemon pie and friends and a thought

After having a great day with friends, sharing a lemon pie I baked, chocolate brownies, tea and an extended conversation, I realized that I´m a very lucky woman for having such wonderful friends.

museum to visit

Some free time? Visit this museum. Don't miss out the current exhibitions.
And have a cup of coffee there.

seen the park?

There's a park in the city that empties my pockets of good memories, nowadays known as the tent park (just crossing the avenue, right in front of the Congress).
Every Friday I have to go past by the park.

moody

A sign on my door would read: Do not trespass. Or I will bite you.
What else can you expect from a woman that lost her mobile (and all her contact data) and that, she was informed, twenty days later, that the second surgeon is in charge of setting the operation date (without informing the patient)? And what about the winter break she had to cancel? And what about the GP told her that she was 10 minutes late to have her blood extracted (when the operation is still pending)?

I'm only human, you know. But lately, I'd like to be a dog (because I'd love to bark at some people, lest to bite quite a few).
Give me a couple of days and I'll tell you if the surgeon apologized for his lack of manners. Otherwise, he'll be operating me with one hand (because I'll keep the other one in my mouth).
Pitbull, would you say?

date to be confirmed

Suppose your telephone starts ringing.
You answer it.
Then a nice man says I'm xx (and you realize five minutes later it's your surgeon). He talks about a date that needs to be confirmed. You say yes.
Then, you check your calendar. You say no no no.
The man, a nice voice on the phone, says, ok.
and passes your long expected surgery to his next patient!

now, I need to call the other surgeon, and check his availability...

queueing

I have never thought I could see a long line of young people waiting to buy some coffee. But Starbucks opened its branch in BA and that's what people do in very cold days (wait outside for at least half an hour to get coffee!). Unbelievable...

a por más

ahora usamos zapatos y taconeamos desde arriba (¡y tuvo el descaro de decirme que ella NUNCA usa zapatos!) y seguimos molestando con los ruidos...

y sí, en invierno quiero dormir.
si me deja.

reality bites

y me olvidaba de darle un último consejo: el alma femenina no requiere tanto esfuerzo en su comprensión.

saber decir las palabras adecuadas en el momento adecuado vale como oro. Si no puede reflejar sus pensamientos, olvídelo. No lo valorarán.

salud

Brinde por las ecografías.
(esas cosas tan lindas que hacemos las mujeres en nuestros ratos de ocio)

Y tómese un traguito de una bebida espirituosa, a ver si se olvida de las personas políticamente correctas que no dicen nada cuando escriben.

Beba sin moderación y de un solo trago.

sal y pimienta

Como aderezos especiales, agregue una pizca de mails, llamados y todo tipo de interrupciones.
Y, ah, no se olvide de tener que operarse en el medio.

Le deseo mucha suerte.
¡Éxitos!
(si no se oxida)

bondades

Entonces, lo mejor de todo es no perder el buen humor ante un caso de sueñitis aguditis.

Tómese una taza de café, tómese dos.
Cuente ovejas, vacas, cortes de ruta, discursos de la Sra. Presidente, y verá cómo puede repetir y soplar todo el trabajo atrasado que tiene.

Eso sí, trate de hacer revisión sin quedarse dormido. Si lo logra.
Siga todos estos consejos y después me cuenta cómo le fue. Si puede.

Dios del sueño, ven a mí

Una vez en silencio, porque quizá -y solo quizá- algún día duerme. Y es justo en ese momento que yo no estoy, o no puedo, o no debo rendirme.

Pero imaginate que quieras dormir, todo confluya (hasta el silencio) y ¡no puedas pegar ni un ojo!
Sí, eso también me ha pasado.
Lo juro por el dios del sueño, que ya se llevó varios rezos.

sin horno y sin bollos

Imagínense la situación cuando un domingo por la tarde, subí a pedirle que-porfavor-revisara-qué es-lo-que-hace-el-ruido (claro, no ella, así despersonalizado suena mejor cuando hacés un reclamo cara a cara).
Respuesta: vamos (¿vos y quién más, la cacerola, la batidora, la minipimer?) a ver qué podemos hacer...

Debo decir, para no faltar a ese juramento implícito que uno tiene cuando vive en "feliz vecindad", que quería agarrarla del cuello y no soltarla hasta que confesara qé hace a las 4AM para despertarme. Luego de muchas explicaciones y ruegos, conseguí que revisara la puerta del placard siendo testigo de tal acto. Efectivamente, ahí estaba escondido el ruido (atroz a mis oídos). Quedamos que mañana lo arregla (nótese que hoy es viernes, ya volvió de su trabajo y está bate-que-te-bate en vez de estar reparando la puerta). No sé si la crema chantilly le habrá salido rica, o el merengue estará impostado, pero lo único que yo quiero es ¡dormir!

sepan disculpar (una molestia que madruga)

Estimados Clientes:

Lamento informarles que a raíz de mi vecinita que se mudó el día del trabajador, yo he dejado de trabajar (qué coincidencia) gracias a su trabajo. Resulta ser que se levanta a las 4 AM y como no le funciona nada bien la puerta de su placard (ni lo que tiene sobre sus hombros), hace más ruido de lo que mi sueño pueda comprender.

Por ese mismo motivo, les pido perdón si durante estos casi dos meses no pude cumplir con los trabajos encomendados. Sepan que haré lo (im)posible para alcanzar los objetivos estipulados en los contratos firmados (que se vaya a alquilar a otro lugar). Mientras tanto, ténganme paciencia si no puedo cumplir con lo pactado y si me quedo dormida sobre el teclado. Ustedes sabrán entender que sobre cuestiones de sueño es imposible que mande la razón.

(Eso sí, cuando vuelve de trabajar, parece no funcionarle nada, porque trata todo a las patadas. Bueno, al menos ella tiene energía por las dos, ¿verdad? ¡Ah! Estudia para chef a esa hora, mientras cocina en un instituto culinario, por lo que batidoras suenan por doquier en su hogar de ensueño).

Los saluda my cordialmente,
Vuestra Servidora Fiel

enjoy the silence

or suffer the consequences of talking to your friends via messenger...

libros

A veces, los libros nos transportan a lugares lejanos, culturas lejanas, tiempos lejanos. Muchas otras, nos acercan a otras formas de pensar, de ver la vida. Nos atrapan, nos movilizan, nos provocan emociones varias. Los personajes se convierten en personas que conocemos por completo y de los que adoptamos frases, modismos o simples palabras.

Pero, ¿qué pasa cuando el personaje es un perro que se queda solo en el mundo? ¿nos conmueve? ¿o simplemente es lo distinto lo que nos llama la atención?

leaves

Today I feel like staying at home, even if the sky is blue and the sun is shining. It's a very cold day (3 °C). I wonder if there's something special about Winter (though it's not my favourite Season). Maybe the leaves that fall from the trees?

If you remember the film American Beauty, the boy captures the spirit of some leaves dancing in the street.

That is exactly what I mean. Winter is magic.

jam

Caught in a traffic jam? No way! In this coutry? Impossible!!!

Isn't it better to take part in a demonstration? I heard that the government'd pay great salaries when you protest against certain things...

losing my religion

Even if I'm quoting one of my favourite songs, I am losing a little bit of faith in these days. You see, some people who were the pillars of my life seem to be undoubtedly unavailable at the moment. Who'd have guessed so...

Then again, there are so many good songs that could express my feelings... (I don't know if it's just me or what, but the Winter syndrome is back in town!). Now, the question is whether or not to let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

what if...

Last ten days...
last week...
last events...

Can I turn back time and start all over? It just feels like that.
My job, my life, my health, some family members. Can I change all those matters all together?

btw: did I mention that breaking news is not my thing? In fact, I hate it.
So bear that in mind.
especially if I voiced it.

no es

para los que entran desprevenidos, este sitio no es:
un lugar en el que se vendan centros de mesa,
un lugar en el que se hable de animales en cautiverio,
un lugar en el que se hable de nudistas.

no es millones de otras cosas, pero en este momento, ¡no me acuerdo de ninguna otra que me haya causado tanta gracia como las anteriores!

active volcano

words aren't necessary to describe the situation...
I hope there's nobody in the town (or in any city around).

in the box

Look, I'm sorry, but I can't stop laughing.
By the way, it was a pop-corn box (of course, it was empty!).

flowers

Once again I'm very surprised to find the flowers I love almost in Winter when they're supposed to blossom in Spring!

Is that the outcome of global warming or weather changing? I'm worried about it.

singing

Aserejé, já, dejé, dejebe tu de jebere sebiounouva, majabi and de bugui and de buididipí.
Y el DJ que lo conoce toca el himno de las doce para Diego la canción más deseada, y la baila, y la goza, y la canta...
(recognize the song?)
translated:
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you don't stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
originally Rapper's Delight by Sugarhill Gang
(a zest for life, no doubt about it!)

unexpected new theory

How can I prove my point? If he's asking me for advice, offers me the world (at his hand), how can somebody explain he's acting like a friend? And everybody sees sth is going on, but himself.
What about his greetings (the caressing of the hair, the need to be close enough to comment on my perfume or my looks).
And it isn't the first time. What's wrong with all of them? Do they think I bite?
Inference to be drawn:
Guys are gays, married or [pick an adjective that carries a negative connotation and insert here]. Though I try to avoid generalizations, what else can I do?

sensations 2

And the first thing you bought months before having your house?
I myself bought the bedside table lamp.

Because I had a huge collection of books waiting to be opened.

sensations

Do you remember the first time you opened the door to your house?
Do you remember the emotions you let out?
Didn't you feel free and a complete grown-up?


And wasn't it a bit scary to feel like that?

minus attention plus interest

Call me crazy, but the formula to success is the one in the title of this entry:

- ATTENTION
+ INTEREST

I can assure you those words will be my ground rules from now on. Let's see in a couple of months-period how everything worked.
I'm almost certain I'm in the right track.
But you'll have to wait until then before I open my mouth.

balloon

I'm sorry for the lack of new entries. If I could describe my week, I'd say that I'm like a character in a cartoon story.
Every word I say is in a speech balloon!

hey, what's going on?

Have you seen the smoke in the city? have you smelt it? have you felt it? have you coughed because of it? I can go on and on.

It started more than ten days ago and at the beginning nobody realized it.

I assumed that it was a fire somewhere else, until I saw this, this and this. What on Earth is going on?
It has never been seen or suffered before. Until now, that I can't breathe normally. By the way, have I mentioned that I'm allergic to those particles floating in the air? (so is my dog and the rest of the citizens!)

not a puppy anymore

My four-legged pet is turning 10 in a few days. Her fur turned from white with black spots to white with some black spots and grey hair.

Her face is also changing, though her good nature remains there: she stole a piece of cake yesterday, right in front of my eyes! (oh, it seemed she decided to have quite a celebration beforehand and directly helped herself!!!).

Now, as a good pet-owner/friend, I decided to throw her a party (and not from my balcony, as an old neighbour suggested many years ago, not at all a pet-friendly person, he was not renewed the lease of the apt where he was living because of his words!). I have never paid attention to this silly things, but it's a good way of spending some quality time with the family at this special moment.

Any suggestions for her present? (call me crazy, but in other countries, pets are VIPs and pet-owners RSVP for their pets' birthdays!!!).
And are there any cakes for dogs out there?

gravis

I discovered what that word meant in December, before Christmas. I was really worried as I didn't want my mother to be ill. At that moment, doctors said she was ok.

Yesterday the diagnosis was confirmed, "gravis" has landed in our world and even though two studies are on their way to reconfirm what has already been confirmed, I feel it's unfair.

I know, there up and downs in our lives all the time, but I thought I could take some time to gasp for fresh air until the next wave of tough situations appeared. I was hoping for it. I was praying and begging for it.

And I also know that gravis could be bad, though there are other deseases much more serious and painful. I know it, but it doesn't make me feel not a little bit relieved. I want my mother to be healthy, enjoying her life.

So I'll do my best to bring joice whenever and however I'd able to gather my own thoughts, feelings, digest them, and encourage everybody else.

But I don't like gravis, not one bit. And what's worse, there's no cure (it's a chronic desease).

lion king

I found out that the South is full of sea lions. I've seen some of them. In one of the ports. Just dancing hip-hop in the water.

Or was any other reason why the seaman turned the volume up when they were around? No, no. He said they liked music.

have you heard about...?

Oh, by the way, it's cinema we're talking about...

atardecer en el sur

Mi primer día en el sur fue algo realmente lindo: llegué con el atardecer, el mar calmo, y ganas de vivir momentos de tranquilidad. Porque a veces desenchufarse está bueno.

Y sentarse a mirar la puesta del sol también.

Es una forma de conectarse con uno mismo y con todas esas cosas que nos pasan, que a veces no podemos expresar en palabras.

Hace poco alguien que me conoce bastante me dijo: ¡Pero vos te lo pasás viajando! Y yo pensé, sí, es cierto, aunque no tanto como quisiera.

Conocer mi país y la gente que lo habita en los pueblitos que no están tan cerca siempre me pareció algo interesante, porque a todos nos pasa más o menos lo mismo. Vivimos ocupados sin siquiera mirar el cielo, o prestarle atención a esas cosas que nos hacen bien. Porque aprendimos que tenemos que trabajar todo el tiempo para ser felices, ¿o no? Pero, ¿la verdad? ¿por qué no disfrutar un poco lo que la naturaleza nos da y esos paisajes maravillosos? ¿la felicidad está sólo conectada con el trabajo? ¿o puede que mirando nuestro interior y lo que nos rodea también seamos felices?

A veces no sólo es una cuestión de mirar a nuestro alrededor, sino de observar...

Lost, House, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy, etc.

Finally! They're back. I'm back to watch them all while Brothers and Sisters is in Spring's break.
Btw: do you know when it's going to be on again?

dictionaries

What if I bought a Spanish dictionary that is almost my age, and I couldn't find some dirty words?

dialogue vs monologue

Can you let me know the difference in meaning of one thing and the other? Because, after so many years, I see that messengers sometimes play a trick on you: you never know if there's somebody watching at the monitor (and not answering back), or if you were left alone just to air your stream of consciousness...

in the news

Argentina is a country known by its beef. And by the way we are when foreigners visit our country. And by our so many tourist spots. And by many other good things.

But in the last decade, we are also known by our cacerolazos (hitting our saucepans against their lids) to show that we are against the government rules.

Now that I'm back in the city, after a fourteen-hour journey in which I had to stop in every town (because truckers were blocking the routes while farmers just stopped cars to give people sheets of paper with information regarding the taxes our government set, impossible to comply with, according to them), I see the whole picture:

why can't we stop complaining and do something more productive than watching how things go wrong? Not exactly the country I enjoy living in!

Happy Easter!

I could not think of a different message. I lost my ability to think and write at the same time earlier today (my imagination was definitely gone!).
But I hope you'll enjoy the chocolate feast, hehe.
I promise to be more creative in my next entries. Oh yes, that's for sure (taking for granted that I'll be lying on the beach).
Keep your fingers crossed, just in case the storm heads south-east. "Me not like the idea"...

timetable

Oh! crazy, crazy time. Why are we ruled by our little tic-tac machines? Or by timetables?

Can you imagine a day when you can spare some time without paying a look at your wrist (or wherever you have your watch?). What would you do? Do you think you could survive?

Because I'm almost certain I could be on time even without a watch! (or maybe not that certain, now that I think about it).

caugh caugh and Easter

I am about to get a cold. I'm sneezing and caughing all the time, and what's worst, I'm about to travel.

And what about Easter? I can think of many ways of dodging it. First of all, can anybody tell me why Easter bunnies are so expensive this year? Even if that's one of the reasons I decided to have a late Easter with my family, I cannot say it's the most important one.

What I'm going to do is to bring some chocolate from the South of Argentina (I've heard there's fantastic chocolate in Puerto Madryn!).

wedding

Walking along the coast, I saw a small table with two chairs. Everything was covered with beautiful handmade tablecloths and white flowers. Some people were wearing their smartest dresses to be enjoying the beach, so I guessed there was something else going on: it was a guy wedding on the beach. Really nice, I thought.

I was tempted to take some pictures of the table, but you know what? They all deserved some privacy and decided to keep walking.

I wonder if this could ever happen in my country...

quotation

it's about moving in to a different place:

"Being here is like being with a lover whom you lost your heart to years ago and you desperately still want him, even now, but you cannot have him. And instead of being able to mourn for him and move on, it feels like each time I return here I'm again faced with that love of my life - and yet, unable to have him. So arriving here and knowing I have to leave again breaks my heart; and each time it does, a little bit inside of me feels like it dies.”

It rings a bell with me, I don't know exactly why... maybe it sounds like a cliché, but it's so real!!!

cats and dogs falling from the sky

Could anyone explain to me why El Niño is taking place in Summer??? And the reason why its's been raining for more than a week in the city??? And what about those waterspouts in the river?!

Something is wrong, wrong, wrong!