I have realized that when you grow old (because I do grow old, indeed. You can't help but notice when the students are younger than you, and when in TV everyone is younger than you [specially traumatizing]), you become more risky in terms of fashion.
jueves, 27 de marzo de 2014
Watashi ga Renai Dekinai Riyuu (not that I speak Japanese)
I have realized that when you grow old (because I do grow old, indeed. You can't help but notice when the students are younger than you, and when in TV everyone is younger than you [specially traumatizing]), you become more risky in terms of fashion.
jueves, 13 de marzo de 2014
My cat is calling, as I won't be on duty today
I never enjoyed getting ill.
Nobody does, I get that. But at least there were some kids that could not wait for the days they could skip those classes and stay at home watching Doraemon and ClupSuper3. They just could not wait.
Not for me. I would suffer. Of course I would also binge on cartoons, but still I much preferred to be at class. And 20 years later I find myself mirroring the exact same situation. Is it not sad?
I can sweat, have a fever and back pain, moan in bed for feeling week and sluggish, and yet the clock reverberates in the morning and I start packing my bag and putting on some make up.
Call it PhDaholic, call it I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-my-life-if-I-am-not-at-work. Or better call someone to make me feel better. So many things to do, and so little time to spare!
Kisses from a victim of tiredness and illness.
jueves, 27 de febrero de 2014
Sticky oranges
jueves, 20 de febrero de 2014
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
1. Read the new Murakami’s. Give a chance to the Canadian Alice Munro.
2. Write a piece of fiction. It can be short. It can be none sense. It can be crap. But write.
3. Pay to watch an orchestra playing live. Attend to the conductor’s moves.
4. Wake up and do some stretching, at least for 5 days in a row.
5. Buy the most expensive sushi box in the shop. Call it Kokoro.
6. Eat miso soup as many times as I feel like it.
7. Pay for Udon. Invite him.
8. Take my dad to a Guitar heaven and buy him a Stratocaster. Or buy it and make a big entrance whilst playing it. Haven’t decided on which one yet.
9. Pack my brother’s suitcase and take him to Lansdowne. Show him the new park at the Level. Show him how to cook, and bake. Teach myself first.
10. Prepare at least ONE dish from my Japanese cooking book.
11. Bake a tray full of cookies.
12. Buy an expensive suit. Preferably brown. And with a pattern inside the blazer.
13. Travel to a far-away-place. Kyoto, is my preferable but it may as well be a sandy beach. Philippines. Malaysia. Vietnam. Fine, let’s sign for Vietnam.
14. Print out my papers, which they will be soon published, just in terms to motivate myself to continue this none sense writing. Show them to my mum. Even if she hasn’t the foggiest what does it mean. Nor do I either.
15. Finish the writing course and draw a short story for kids. The yogurt club, did I name it.
16. Perhaps upload some of my drawings to that personal website that I never got around to start.
17. Learn to play at least one short song in the piano.
18. Contact the pianist and do language and music swap.
19. Take one book from the Library’s Classics section.
20. Shake off the dust from the skates and ride along the seafront.
21. The creepiest one has to be the last one. Do a 45-min pilates session. Record it. And do it again, eventually!
sábado, 1 de febrero de 2014
¡Qué nervios, me pilla esto en bata!
Por dios.
Que me de una tesis.
Por mi salud.
Y por la de mis queridos.
Amén.
martes, 16 de agosto de 2011
- Anna Karenina - 9th August - Row D 57-56, amphitheatre. Booked. And enjoyed.
After a while, I come back with a bag full of apologies. I’m a sad creature that deserves no respect for leaving this unattended, but never mind, you might be used to this absence periods.
I’ve swapped to English not only because I’m a cosmopolitan girl (who drinks orange and carrot juice, with no umbrellas hanging around the glass, no olives and of course no drops of alcohol in it, but still cosmopolitan), but also because I’m currently living in England and I need to do a bit of showing off, and after a year more or so I could go back to those lines and have a good laugh at my writing. You know I love laughing at myself, I can’t help it.
I’m in Starbucks at the moment, listening to Shopeng (also known as Chopin, but with my Spanish voice, during the reading “Chopin”, is almost gloomy, sinister and tacky, xxxxopin, with a strong sound at the beginning – I’ve noticed that I had forgotten how good it was to do a bit of criticizing, it’s on my girly nature). And I’m doing so for several reasons, ei, a), I have no internet at home because of the laziness that impregnates my brain just with the idea of thinking that I have to spend one hour (at least) with my ear glued to the receiver, listening to that already-friend-of-mine from Cielo’s company (I cannot reveal the real name, that would be so unprofessional); bi, b) because I realized that I was betraying S with another cafeterias and that feels bad, so bad, that I had to come back and order a Grande (I know, how risky, such an adventurous girl); ci, c) because I’m doing, pardon, I’m trying to do ballet with a woman that soon, pretty soon, I’ll mention in extended detail (I’m completely in love with her, in the artistic way of it, but with all my heart, and my arteries, and other physiologic components) (and I know c bullet point has nothing to do with the answer ‘why am I in Starbucks’, but you will also know that I always introduce things in the conversation for no reason, so I don’t need to ask for pardon in here).
This is me during the rehearsal...
Once I’ve described the scenery, I would like to say hello again. Briefly, I’m still doing science, I’m still walking around the tree brunches (this is so Spanish but I don’t mind), I’m still in love with my little brother, but, as news, I live far away from home, I’m trying to give more light in the addiction topic, I’m living with my boyfriend in a very cutie pink one-bedroom house with pretty wall paper and smooth ceiling that we very try to keep immaculate all the time, and I have this idea in mind to write a book in English about a guy whose head is expanding (you know, normal staff).
I wish, with my eye lids strongly closed and my fingers rolled, that everyone that I was following or was following me is alright. And I salute them again. Is so creepy to never forget you (specially talking about the Doctor and the Chocolaterie girl).
Regards, or that’s what they say,
The girl-that-promises-to-come-back-with-some-more-writing (with actually something more substantial than this nonsense).