cause I always sit next to someone breast feeding or eating a hot dog.
POST FROM Sunday, March 16, 2003
I have tons of work to do, I don't even know where to start. You know, I can't deny that the pros of learning English versus the reasons not to, have crossed my mind some time to time. One time I was like, if people need to find a reason to call me a freak then I guess it would be, taking classes for six years...just to keep a blog. But now that all my study papers are in English I can laugh! HA! to all of u who thought I was a freak!
Okay, now to the important shit, Did u listen to the prime ministers of England, Portugal, United States and Spain today? I did. I am listening music right now and I know tomorrow a WAR is gonna start. Yes, somehow the picture ain't right. I am seriously very ashamed of myself. Although that I know people is doing different things also at this very same time, that doesn't bring calm to me at all. Like think for a minute, some people in Chile is probably dancing, some others in Canada are having a nice chat at some bar drinking and everything, some collage students are getting ready for tonight's party at some beach, in Spain some couple is having sex, in Mexico people is swimming with dolphins, in Brazil lots of guys are watching the game drinking beers, ....and the list continues, it has no end, and tomorrow ... a war is gonna start. I don't think we are prepared for this. I don't think I am. I do know one thing, we all heard this is gonna take place tomorrow and somehow we cant even imagine it. Can u believe this, in some few hours u are gonna listen that the war has already began...do we really have to wait to that moment to start imagining it? I turned off the sterio a while ago now, I won't cover my sadness because I feel understanding comes from facing it.
8/13/05 - It's probably not a great idea not to go to your medical appoitment when you get the best job they could have probably offered you, just because you want to mantein that perfect record of never taking a blood test.
