.:.Callitoes Collectanea.:.

I’m cursed: the bests friends I’ve had in life have endep up by dying (well, only a couple of them), or moving to somewhere else (quite a bunch have done it)… Or they have been living far away from me since the beginning. Of course, everybody has the right to die in peace and to move away if they want to, but it’s quite annoying for me. Yeah, call me selfish, but’s it’s really annoying and deppressing and makes me suffer a lot.

There. I’ve said it.

My icy heart melts from time to time too.

R. is going to spend a whole academic year in Kansas, and I’m afraid I will be stuck for another year here watching another friend leaving me (yeah, from my point of view that’s how it feels). I knew it, I’ve always known that I could be great friends with R., and I also knew we would finally realise it and say it to each other just a few weeks before she had to leave… That’s what has just happened.

Whatever… I’m vacinated, but it hurts anyway.

I’m looking forward to the 3rd of June. And what’s on that date? NOTHING! That’s it: I don’t have to do anything by that date (so far :???:). I will be soooo relieved then… (Dreaming about the 3rd of June :smh:…).
Ciao amici.

We didn’t win…
We are not contests and competition geeks, but altough I was prepared to not win, I really -sort of- needed to win, thats why I’m feeling a bit low. And sorry about saying this, but we really deserved to win. I think most of my partners -if not all- felt in a similar way about this contest: it’s not the most important one, or special for us or anything but… For some reason, we all hoped to win this time: we all knew we would need more time to prepare this contest, but we were really hopeful. We did it our best -not perfect, of course :geeked:, but perfection is boring ;). We were the most cheerful ones and we didn’t have great errors, but… WE LOST.
Anyway, the main reason that made us LOSE -yeah, “lose”: we got disqualificated :(- is somewhat comforting, because it means that it wasn’t *our* fault, but the circoumstances’… We got disqualificated because our dance was too long :P: over 6 minutes, so…

Well, I could keep talking about this, but I guess you won’t understand what’s so exciting about it, and I really understand that you are not interested in it: it is much better to just see the dances Besides, I’m rather tired… And now that I’ll have to face one of the most stressing weeks of the year, I’m feeling that my stoicism has gone somewhere, and I need it back :neutral:. So I’d better stop writing for now.

Whatever. I wish you a nice week.
And yeah: there are more contests in which there is no time limit

[EDIT]
25th May 13:22: I’m relieved So much, that I feel almost happy :dance:.
Nothing really interesting: Faculty stuff, but it is important for me
Hope you are fine too ;).
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Galician dances contest on Sunday (*excited*) We always cause sensation: we usually forget the figures, so we tend to improvise, and when you see a group of 12 people improvising in such a synchronised way, it can be “really” impressive ;), I mean it! Our very own teacher is amazed with us, Os Trazantes. We won a very popular contest in 1996 doing that :geeked:. I wonder what we are going to do on Sunday… Even if it is a total disaster, we’ll manage to have fun anyway :dance:. But it would be great if we could win this time too…

And yeah, tomorrow is “the” wedding :dead:. I know, I know: everyone has the right to have a great wedding if they want to, but the problems is that I want to remember the 22nd of May as I have always remembered it: as the birthday of my deceased but still beloved “yaya” (grandmother in Valencià: she was from the Spanish East Coast) and the birthday of my Spanish sort of blog, but oh well, now it’ll be THEIR anniversary as well… I don’t mind sharing the date, but…
YEAH, I DO MIND SHARING IT!
(Incidentally, talking about sharing: Rika, we can share Joksimovic if you want to :luv:… But, oh well, I won’t fight if you prefer him only for you: I’m not like that and I guess he’ll be fine in your hands… As you wish… :mrgreen:)

Well, I hope you will all have an *interesting* week-end too

Hey, I’ve never had so many comments before! Thanks all of you who participated in the debate of last entry
I’m still having loads of things to do, but for some reason I’m feeling really stoic, and that makes me feel with the strengh I need to deal with everything. I cannot say I’m super-hyper, cheerful and so on, but not feeling rather “down” as I’ve been feeling for several weeks it’s a good sign

The title of this post (”Hoxe é o Día das Letras Galegas”) means “Today is the “Day of Galician Letters (Literature)” in… Galician ;). Each year it is devoted to someone (who has already died :P) who wrote in Galician or Galician-Portuguese (they were the same language until the XIV-XVth century). This year it is devoted to an etnograph and humorist whose nickname was Xocas (his real name was Xaquín -Joachim- Fernández, and he died in 1989). The first year that Galician Letters were celebrated was the 17th of May of 1963 when it was the 100th aniversary of the publication of the first Literary Work in Galician after a long time without Galician works being printed. That first book is Cantares Gallegos, a poetry book by Rosalía de Castro. Of course, the 17th of May of 1963 was devoted to her, and now every single Galician child knows several of her poems by heart They are beautiful, very “Galician” Romantic, melancholic… One of the reasons I would like to be a good writer is to write stuff that shows Galicia as a place in which we can have a lot of fun too, I’m rather fed up with all that existencialist rainy place everybody believes Galicia is.

Well, whatever. It’s pretty hot in here today: 28ºC, I’m going to do nothing on the grass :geeked:, in a couple of hours I will catch the train to Santiago and my stressful life will start again :dead:…
So, ciao for now…
Oh! Just another thing: if you are bored enough and you are not already in Collectanea.Org, visit this. Yeah, I know: the colours clash, but I like them =). I’ll change them when my eyes get sick of watching the whole thing ;).

¡Hasta la próxima!

Funny: “todo” (as many people like to spell it in their “to do” lists) means “everything” in Spanish…

Well, I’ll put in here what I have to do for next week. I know: you don’t give a damn, but it helps me to keep my life somewhat organised :P.

Anyway, before going further with that “todo” thing I must mention that I loved the Serbian song, and not only because Iva is Serbian: I really like that ethnic music and the meaningful lyrics (sigh!)… On the other hand, I also find the Ukranian song -the winning one-… nice too It’s cheering, but the lyrics are pretty stupid: she’d better keep saying shibishibida instead of the rest, but oh well. Anyway, I thought Malta was going to win: their song was quite “interesting”, I mean it! And I find the Dutch song beautiful. But the best song for me, as I’ve said, was by far the one sung by Željko Joksimovic. And I loved how all former Yugoslavian Republics agreed on that too. All the same, the very very best of the Festival were the organization of the festival (congrats Turkey: stop playing the hypocrite with some civil rights and it will be a pleasure having you in the UE… Once more: no offense intented, really) and… The Slovenian conductor! 8-). He was so fun… I think I got a crush on him [Calítoe goes and tries to find his name in Google :geeked:] (I’m sure he’s a know-it-all, a smug, a conceited and all that, but hey: he looks good for a couple of minutes dream!). [EDIT] His name is Peter Poles (thanks Ajda! ;))[/EDIT]

No comments on “our” song: we don’t need more Ricky Martins in the world.

Well, I guess that you Europeans know what I am talking about, but if you are not from Europe and have no clue about what all this Serbia and Ukrania thing is about, don’t worry, you wouldn’t understand it anyway (and no offense intented, really). Spain gave the maximum score to Germany, and that reminds me that I wish Frauke come back soon… And hallo Thilo! (I do hope you were joking when you insinuated that you didn’t know where Ukrania is! ;))

Ha, and Norway got only 3 points… They were the first ones in spoiling the fun, and that has a name: PSEUDOENGLISH. Yeah, I know the Norwegian guy was not the worst when it came to sing in English, but he was the first one tonight… What I’m trying to say is:

WHY THE %&//&%& DO SOME STUPID DELEGATIONS LIKE PRESENTING SONGS IN ENGLISH INSTEAD OF THEIR BEAUTIFUL NATIONAL LANGUAGES?!?!?!?!?!?! THERE’S NO SENSIBLE EXPLANATION FOR THAT: IT’S OFFENSIVE FOR THE NATIVES OF THE NON-ENGLISH SPEAKING COUNTRY WHOSE SONG IS IN (PSEUDO)ENGLISH, OFFENSIVE FOR PEOPLE FROM ENGLISH-SPEAKING COUNTRIES AND OFFENSIVE FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO ARE LANGUAGES GEEKS, SO STOP DOING IT; I’M STILL HAVING THE TRAUMA OF 2001 -THE INTERNATIONAL YEAR OF LANGUAGES, BY THE WAY- WHEN ALMOST EVERY SINGLE BL**DY SONG WAS IN ENGLISH EXCEPTING THE ONES FROM SPAIN, PORTUGAL, FRANCE AND A COUPLE MORE.

Sorry, I had to say it… Serious.

So, let’s get to the point of this post: this is my (glups!) “to do” list on Earthly Life:

-Domingo 12.30: ir a casa de Isabel a tomarme medidas para el chaleco del concurso.
-Recordarle al resto que tienen que hacer lo mismo.
-Quedar con Sil. para repasar Sintaxis (y Latín, por mucho que quiera escaquearse).
-Lunes 12.30: ensayo para el concurso. Llevar a las músicas. Acordar cómo vamos a ir a Vilagarcía. TIT. Recordarle a mamá que averigüe eso que quiero que averigüe en Hacienda.
-Martes: TIT. Ensayo de teatro: llevar música y traje. Preguntarle a mamá si averiguó eso que le pedí que averiguase en Hacienda.
-Miércoles: enviarle algo decente del TIT a mi tutor. Mamá se va a Italia: hacerle la pelota y desearle buen viaje.
-Jueves: enviarles a todos la cartita certificada que dice que tenemos reunión el domingo después del concurso en el pabellón del colegio a las 20 horas.
-Darle la paliza a mi prima B. para que venga a tocar la pandereta al concurso.
-Viernes: animar a Anxo y a Susana en la paridita esa de la TVG, porque realmente Xoldra se merecen lo mejor que les pueda pasar.
-Sábado a las 11: ensayo.
-Sábado a las 17: ensayo.
-Domingo: concurso.
-Lunes: TIT, TIT & TIT. Quedar con Br. (otro alumno, si a alguien le interesa saberlo).
-Martes: ir a hablar con Tomás (el “tutor” del que hablé arriba)
-Y ya está bien por ahora.

I’d better leave it here and not think about it for a couple of hours :violin:…
Nanight.

So, new layout at Diletante.Net. I’ve also moved servers for Collectanea.Org, and although there’s still some stuff to be done (like changing permissions for a couple of cgi files in order to be able to see guestbooks). I think none of my hostees’ files nor mine have suffered too much, so I’m glad that the process has been completed in such a successful way, yay for me :dance:.

The War HATElisting has already completed its merging process. It is hosted at Diletante.Net; Isobel runs the English version and I am in charge of the Spanish one :D. Come and join if you haven’t done it yet

I’ve also finished -well, *almost*- the
website I was hired to build, and I will officially present it at a public act next Saturday. Quite exciting indeed.

Oh, incidentally, I’ve been pre-selected to be a Spanish language assistant at the University of Warsaw (Poland) for next course! I had chosen Warsaw as my first destination, so I might be definetly chosen!

And I’d better leave it here, because I must go and think about next week Galician Dance contest and… Guess: my pre-doctorate thesis, I have to talk to my tutor about it the 25th of May :???:.

By the way, I’m feeling sad :neutral:… And again: the worst part of it is I know I don’t have the right to feel in such a way… Damn my beautiful easy life :eh:.

I’m psychollogically tired, and being aware that I don’t have the right to be in such a state tires me even more :vexed:…

Whatever… I’ll tell you a couple of *fun* anecdotes that happened today.

1st one: I don’t know if you already know that I’ve got amaxofobia (hate for driving cars). Nobody believes I’m serious when I say it because I’ve got my driving licence since 1998; they take it as a excentricity of mine because they think I love the idea of having a choffeur always ready for me, but the truth is that I do feel I’ve got a problem with that… Anyway, this morning, as soon as I got to Pontevedra by train as every week-end, my mother decided to go to the supermarket; the parking was crowded but she said she just wanted to buy “a couple of things” and left us (the car and me) stuck in the MIDDLE of the parking area… She used to do that when my sister and I were little too, and I’ve always HATED IT :neutral:.

She left for the shopping area and not much later one person needed me to move the car in order to move his… So… I had to move it… I did it well -I know a lot of extra-idiots who can do it, and I am not particularly impaired-, but I began to sweat and I could feel my heartbeating in my head… I prayed for the owners of the car I was now in front of to not come while I was there but… There they were in less than 3 minutes, so I had to move my car again and do quite a complicated manoeuvre to dodge a couple of cars that were even worse parked than me… I did all that breathing like mad :sick:… So as soon as I spotted the first *legal* parking place I *run* to to get the car there to avoid further worries; I must say I managed to park it properly in quite a short time, considering the fact that I was having one of the worst tachycardias of my life and that I felt like crying like a child (yeah, in the scandalous way :???:)… And just when I had just finished parking, my mother came up… And for a couple of seconds my assasin instinct was ready for me to use, but I just said to her: “this place was free and I managed to put the car in here” (well, you know, in Spanish :tongue:). She said “fine” and didn’t even noticed I was with actual tears in my eyes.

I’ve got a problem with that, but I guess I’d better not think too much it as long as I have *my choffeurs* always ready for me :roll:. Nobody seems to really care, not even notice, so… But I’m really sorry for the whole thing…

2nd anecdote. After all that we got home, and, as my mother had already told me, I saw that the downstairs section of my house (our country house in Tenorio) is all messed up. My parents got bored and decided to reorganise the rooms, so everything is upside down. In the afternoon I needed my “castañetas” (”castañuelas” in Spanish, “castanets” in French & English) for my weekly Galician dance rehearsal and I couldn’t find them :tongue:… I couldn’t even find the piano in the room formally known as “piano room”!! Thank heavens the computer room is upstairs…

And here I am: physically tired because of the the only thing that psychollogically relieves me a bit (dancing) and worrying a lot about things that I shouldn’t worry so much about (and it’s not only the amaxophobia thing)…

Oh, well, I’ve made quite a lot of updates last week because I didn’t sleep much, so I decided to take and do something interesting and relaxing at the same time, and that includes a bit of coding (I really like it!) As soon as I have the time to upload them, I’ll tell you.
Oh! I also have to tell you about the Warsaw thing!
Well, later

Take care and have fun you beloved ones (you all know who you are =)).
Ciao!