To believe is to see

Last night, I had a dream. It doesn't matter what was it about... the important part of it was one weird thing: in the middle of the dream, I discovered I was dreaming, so I did what I wanted. It's like being your own god for a night. I want more dreams like that... I'll conquer the world soon if so!

Everything ain't shine is gold

More than half an hour with a complicated spreadsheet returned me a great notice: I'll get rid of all my debts in less than two weeks!
That means, I'll be stepping on steady ground from May, and therefor, I'll be able to save money to buy my new computer and/or the digital camera.
Come on 2007, show me you can do better than 2006! You have eight months left to beat him.

Rain and work

I'm tired of being telling you nothing interesting, but all work and no school has turned my life into an empty box. I look better than a box, anyway. But I don't have news. I'm working. And outside is raining so bad. I like the sound of the rain.

One short tale

Once, there was a big red whale. She used to live with her friend, the crazy hamster, in the shores of a desert island. One day, a ship approached to the island, and a man tried to communicate with the whale (because everybody knows hamsters don't talk). The whale, named Anastacia, thought the man on the boat was pinocchio's father, but he wasn't. That man was Guybrush Treepwood, something like a pirate, but without brain. When Rudolf the hamster saw them talking, he invited them to drink coffee. What happened next was incredible: Anastacia's metabolism wasn't prepared for a dose of caffeine. She turned crazy and evil, ate Guybrush and swallowed Rudolf, without chewing him (anyway, whales don't have teeth). The ship captured Anastacia, and later she was sold as tuna.
Please, I know Rudolf the hamster sounds like Santa's red-nosed deer, but they don't have any connection. Indeed, Rudolf got angry if you asked him about Santa or the deer relationship.

This short and bloody tale is dedicated to Amancay, who inspired me to write. I can't write poetry, so this may replace it until I learn how to make pretty rhymes in english.

Back to the blog

Hello everybody again! Since the last time I wrote here, there were a few news you must hear: the most important one, I approved literature and now there's only one subject left to go.
I'm happy to announce my friend Amancay has opened her own blog. It's nice to introduce in some way people to the blogosphere, and read new thoughts.
Yesterday I woke up with a need of hang out, so I met my friends and we tried to enter to a local disco called Cerebro, but there was a long and wide waiting line! We headed to a bar and played metegol (google it if you don't know what it is, one image is better than a thounsand words). Later, we went to our favorite fast food to eat hot dogs. It was a nice night.

I still alive

I'm alive, just with some work. No news about my life.
But I've seen her again in a dream...

One step forward, two steps backwards

Today was a normal day. But after dinner, I received an IM from a pretty girl, and we started to chat. I was commenting as an anonymous coward some time her fotolog, and after some time we established contact (well, I said her in a mail who was the anonymous person on her flog). After a brief talk the same day, we didn't have a considerable chat. But today she talked to me, and I was happy. The conversation turned into why I felt attracted by her, what was attractive for me from her appearance. And after wasting words describing how much beautiful she is (after all, I know nothing is gonna happen), I told her about the graphic of my flog, and then she felt anger about that cause she misunderstood what I've said. Anyway, it was an awesome chat, but I did one step forward, and two backwards. Who cares.