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Today I’m…

ANGRY: I’m planifying my “traditional” Winter Journey and my parents prefer me to go to Norway -where I only know a guy (you know who) who might not even be able to meet me there- than let me go visit any of the numerous interesting people I’ve known in the Internet for months and years in some cases. I’ve already met some people I knew through the Internet, and it always went well, because I am not such an idiot as to go meeting evident perverts. But it’s true that in those occasions when I told my parents I always included a little “lie” such as that I had met them anywhere else… This time I wanted to say the truth, because I am a good lier, but I don’t like being a lier and… They won’t let me go :mad2:. Of course, it’s only their oppinion, and I’m sure that if I eventually buy the tickets, they won’t get mad at me at all and even give me some extra money, but just the fact of them being fussy about the issue makes me feel rather upset. GOSH, IT’S MY MONEY, AND I AM 25!!

HAPPY: Whatever: having the chance of meeting Q. in Norway is quite a nice plan Besides, I have just learnt that he is coming “again” (he had just left after Christmas holidays) with some of his mates from there. He is staying here from the 10th to the 19 of February

SAD: I’m getting fed up with the guy who is often with me in Santiago. He is always making plans to go to out, but he never turns up!! I try to phone him and I can’t get through… It’s a waste of time for me, but I want to be polite and I wait for hours, then I come back home and he appears at 23:30 or so or sends an sms to me to beg for forgiveness. I don’t mind a bit of irresponsability and I even like improvisasion, but all this has turned out to be rahter annoying and rude of his. I’ve asked him to try to avoid being such a blah!, but he kept doing that and has already done it about 10 times!! I know he might get sad if he reads that I’m getting fed up with him: but it’s sadder for me

RELIEVED: My pre-doctoral thesis tutor -ahem: my uncle :mrgreen:- had suggested me to finish the task by March, but I know for sure that I cannot have anything decent before June. I know he knows it’s my problem, but I also thought he would get dissapointed or something. But it was only that I could get quite a good scolarship if I ended it by March… Now I feel sooo relieved… I don’t care for money; well, I do, but I care for my psychiatric health better I like the topic I am working on quite a lot, but I am involved in such a lot of things… Well, I like all that too, but I don’t like all that “I have to hand this, make that, do those, phone that one, meet the other one BY TOMORROW”
Yeah, now I am relieved…

Well, it’s not always easy, but I always end up by getting glad :smh:… I guess today’s been easier because I haven’t heard the news nor read the paper

He actualizado la página de Os Trazantes de Tenorio. No, no gran cosa, la verdad pero algo es algo: en el blog de ese sitio podréis ver buenas noticias para el grupo, y en la sección “Folclore gallego” he puesto un artículo que ha escrito mi hermana. No es porque sea mi hermana, pero me parece interesante… Está en castellano, así que “los del Este” no tendréis problemas

I felt like writing in Spanish in my personal blog, since Spanish it’s my “most personal” language (I’ve got another one “personal” one: Galician), but don’t worry, here’s a rough translation for all of you who are feeling curious: I’ve updated (a little tiny bit :P) the Os Trazantes de Tenorio Official Web

Oh, by the way: I have just received a phone call from Norway. I was dancing in the computers room when I received it :dance:, so the combination of so much excitement have lead me to sit down and blog here to try to decrease my heart rate a bit

Well, not much on the Net this week and even less in my sites in English, but oh well… See you!

So, here it is my first text composition in *ahem* German. I have to hand it tomorrow, so if you are a German speaker and you feel your stomach aking after reading my particular version of German, please tell me as soon as possible and I’ll try to correct my mistakes
I didn’t like the topic too much -I have issues with food- and it took me almost an our to write these few lines, but when I finished it I felt so proud of myself… Well, I’d better stop babbling and post the composition

Morgens nehme ich immer Kaffee und Obst, selten esse ich Milch mit Cornflakes.
Mittags esse gerne Fleisch, aber ich esse lieber Fisch oder Gemüse. Ich liebe Reis und Teigwaren, aber ich mag überhaupt nicht einige Gemüse. Als Nachtisch liebe ich Kuchen und Eis, aber sie sind nicht zu gesund, also esse ich lieber Joghurt. Ich esse selten Eier, aber ich weiß nicht warum. Ich mag keinen Käse: ich mag er nicht.
Nachmittags habe ich keine Zeit zu essen. Wenn ich hungrig bin, esse ich irgendetwas.
Abends nehme ich manchmal eine Suppe, und meinstens nehme ich Cornflakes mit Milch oder Joghurt.
Ich trinke nicht viel, aber ich liebe Cola Light und Obstsaft. Ich trinke nie Alkohol.

Das ist alles.

Hi there,
I’ll be bussy during the next few days, but here I leave a thingy to keep you entertained for a few seconds

HERE IT IS (You will need Real One to hear it, it’s 948 KB).

And yeah, it’s ME with THEM Yeah, I know I am a bit out of tune, but I am not a proffesional, you know?

So…
I haven’t said anything to anyone of the “two main problems” I had during Christmas: reason has beaten heart again :vexed:.

It usually ends that way, the explanation may be that I had the most sexually active part of my life (you can laugh if you want to, I laught at it myself) between the age of 7 and 14, so I have always associated all that pseudosentimental stuff (come on!, all boys want -and most girls too- is sex) with quite a childish game.

When I turned 15 I realised that most people of my age began to behave in “that area” in a more childish way that I used to with my “girlfriends” when we were younger, so I swore myself that I would never act in such a way in my life… And I managed to keep that promise even nowadays

The problem with that is that a part of my unconscious or conscious or whatever you call it sometimes wants to experiment all those erotica-related things that normal people experimented when they were 15, so I suffer a bit when sometimes my neurons have to battle my hormons, but I always end up by getting over it (yeah, it’s becoming boring: I always know the ending).

Thanks to all of you who supported me during this stupidity attack, and sorry for not having followed some of your pieces of advice: I might, one day, when I am 40 and desperate

Everything it’s easier with girls…

Whatever, it’s all over now (for the time being :whistle:). I still have a thesis, two pupils, a pedagogical course, a theatre play and a folkloric group to worry about.

Me callo porque es más cómodo engañarse.
Me callo porque ha ganado la razón al corazón.
“Deseos de cosas imposibles”
La oreja de Van Gogh (I don’t like the way the girl pronounces when singing, but I must recognise I do like their songs)

Well, this is all so far. See you!

I’ve had such a nice day with Q. (the guy who is studying in Norway this year)… We’ve been to Portugal (we live near the border, so it wasn’t that far) with B., a girl with whom he got very fond of when we were in Malta and who gave me as a present a hanging she was wearing whose colour I fancied a lot… I only commented I loved the colour, and she gaved it to me, I got really thrilled
We visited Braga (that’s funny, because in Spanish, “braga” means “pantys”, and we are all the time joking about that), o Bom Jesus (when Q. managed to accidentally hook the car with a chain :lol:) and Viana do Castelo. We even had time to get lost for about 10 minutes in a small town called Lanheses
On our way back to Pontevedra, we took the motorway, B. got asleep and Q. and I spent about 20 minutes making all kind of jokes: imitating diferent Spanish accents, imitating fishes, singing, making word games, riddles… What a pair of clowns…

Oh, übrigens, the day before yesterday we all went to Santiago (the town where I study and live when I am not on holidays) to show it to B. There we meet J.K (another “friend” of mine :P)… Yeah, really interesting…

Besides, I met yesterday that friend of mine who is studying in Manchester: she’s got a boyfriend here, but had something with a Japanese guy in England. How people manage to have such an active “sentimental” (or whatever you call it) life? Ahem! Mine is pretty “active” too, but my neurons never allow me to show it to the whole world (well, I guess I should say here: “thank heavens!” :dead:)

Whatever, I am tired now, but happy… Q. leaves on Saturday to Norway again but oh, well, I know for sure we’ll be friends forever…

Menos mal que nos queda Portugal

The Hatelistings.Com is closing :(. In my opinion it’s a shame that TH.org has never given credit to TH.Com when everybody knows that they were the ones who put the idea into practice. TH.Com didn’t allow “personal hate”: it was like a “light” version of hatelistings; anyway I find it right that TH.org has a place for less “politically correct” hatelistings, but it’s a real pity that they never mention TH.com. The most pathetic part about it is that so many people promoted the rivalry between TH.org and TH.com. I personally would like to open a hatelisting for such a rivalry .

My War Hatelisting, oficially approved by TH.com (the original one) will remain online, so feel free to keep aplying and visiting it from time to time. I know there’s another War Hatelisting approved by TH.org, but oh well… I hate any kind of wars, so of course I will tell you that you are free to apply in both, I don’t really mind if you have a link up to my site or not, as long as you try to promote a war-free vision of the world

My best wishes to Rob and Tara… Hey guys, if you are reading this, remember you can count on me: I really think you are talented people and you shouldn’t get upset by a couple of dorks out there Lots of love and long life to those hatelisting which started in the TH.Com Network

You can skip this first entry, in fact, you should skip it, but I just needed to say all this… Incidentally, if you are one of my online friends that are having “real problems” right now, please forgive me: I am very aware of my stupidity and that I shouldn’t be complaining but… Oh, well. Sorry, anyway.

It’s funny: it seems as if the year 2004 has just started and now I realise that almost 4 days have already passed… OK, stupid remark, but I have to keep my mind bussy with trivial stuff to forget the things that are worrying, annoying and almost killing me right now Don’t worry, it’s just nonsense: it’s all related with those terms people use to refer to as “intelligence”, “beauty”, “self-image” and “love”, but whose meaning differs a lot from what I understand in those words I’ve never considered myself “weird” or “special” because I find it elitist and presumptuous: in my opinion the weirdest thing in this world is to be “normal”, but I’m afraid one of these days I’ll have to face that I wasn’t born in this planet… Oh dear… And now I can’t stop listen to Dido’s song “Life for Rent” and Mikel Erentxun’s “¿Quién se acuerda de ti?” once and again… Yes: psychological masochism is what I’m experimenting right now…

Well, I’m in quite a *tragic* mood, but now that I am writing about it I’m becoming aware that my main problems is that I am used to face real problems with more maturity than I face the stupid ones.

So here I am, telling the world that my beautiful easy life makes me feel like killing myself sometimes (not exactly “killing”, but “punish” or something of the masochist type). I’m sure that you’ve heard this song before: I sing it each 5 months or so, to avoid getting too fed up with myself :sick:… Well, that’s it, I am supposed to feel a bit better now that I spat it out, and the fact is that I am not, but it’s been fun… Whatever. Thanks for being there, whether you have understood something or not