tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128735946808801542024-03-12T19:01:06.643-07:00Antenna HelenaAntenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-68688200227615298742013-06-12T13:29:00.000-07:002013-06-12T13:32:09.927-07:00Isolation<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It has almost been a year ever since I packed up all my stuff, left the city not just for the summer and established back home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And it is killing me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I had to get back here because I needed to
get better and there was no way I could do it on my own. I had tried and
tried for the past years but I didn’t manage to get well. So it was a
familiar decision that I went back to my parent’s up until I got all up
and running. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Leaving the city the way I had to, was a big
defeat to me even though when I lived there sometimes I despised it
because many bad things had happened to me in there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But not in a hundred million years I would’ve imagined what was to come. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">See, I am pretty realistic, so I figured that
once I’d left, my friends there would keep on going with their lives, I
would miss them deeply and they’d remember that I existed sometimes.
But I didn’t quite expect the outcome.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I left the city alright. And I haven’t been
able yet to go back there and visit them because of health issues. A
couple of months ago I hit a really low point where I couldn’t walk from
my bedroom to the kitchen without feeling I was going to faint. So
obviously I still am nowhere near ready to get my car and drive to
Barcelona or get on a train on my own. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was expecting less communication. It is not
the same to see someone on a daily basis than just over the phone or
whatever. What I didn’t expect at all was the lack of communication that
I am having. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This past 11 months I have been through and
ordeal and while doctors promised me that I’d be up and running by now, I
am certainly not ready for it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So by Christmas time I decided instead of
sending a FB message or other impersonal messages, I’d go old-school and
send handwritten postcards to all my friends back in the city. Since I
didn’t feel like calling them just to bore them with my bad news I
figured they’d like that better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Breaking the silence with a good wish looked
like something I’d appreciate if they did to me. I got nothing in
return. I didn’t get not one lousy postcard; nothing. Some, when they
saw the postcard after Xmas break sent me a Whatsapp. See, I didn’t get a
Merry Xmas on time. But what hurt me the most, is that from whom I was
expecting the most to hear from, they didn’t even say to me Happy
Holidays and they say they never got the postcard. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Whether all postcards arrived at the
destination except for two, I cannot prove a thing. I know I sent them
all, so it makes not much sense some got lost. But they could’ve gotten
lost. Point is, regardless, I didn’t even get a lousy Whatsapp. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Months have gone by and I haven’t heard a
word. And this hurts me so. I am positive that I haven’t done anything
wrong to be cut off so abruptly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Before I left the city, I told them to come
over and visit me whenever they wanted and I really meant it. But no one
came so far.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It almost looks like I never existed to them,
and this makes me really sad, because I honestly care about them. Now I
don’t know what to think any longer. I would call, but I don’t want to
feel stupid calling on people who maybe they don’t want to hear from me
anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Moving on, having landed at my hometown,
things are even worse. There are not many people left (my age) here.
Most people who haven’t moved to the city or abroad have gotten married
and live a complete different lifestyle, changing diapers and not being
able or not wanting to hang out. Now, I do not blame this people;
because we weren’t that close to begin with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But then there is this girl who used to be my
friend: We were from the same group of friends and we left to
University at the same time. Since we studied at different places we
didn’t see each other that much. I was living at the Campus and she was
living with some other people from my town outside the campus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">She got close with her roommates and
completely got away from our group of friends. She recently came back to
live at my hometown for good. So when I saw her around I told her we
should hang out. We could go have a coffee or something. Her reaction
was most unexpected: ‘I don’t think so.’ She said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">‘I don’t think so?’ What did I ever do to
her? It was her who stopped talking to me and the other girl and to this
day we still don’t know why. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This other girl, my best friend from
childhood, got married, had a baby and lives 200 km away so chances of
meeting her for a coffee are slim.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Moving back to my hometown: I still don’t
understand that childish reaction of this girl. We had always been
friends until she decided not to answer calls from us and start meeting
other people. ‘Cooler people’- I guess.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So that leaves me with nobody to hang out with in 3D life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And at the beginning it was something quite
bearable, but now it is becoming arduous. How much isolation can an
extroverted human being take? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I’ve heard of people living in complete
isolation. But that is not me. It reaches to a boiling point. And I am
at the boiling point. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I want to have a reason to make myself look
pretty, I want to have someone to talk to and share life with. I want to
have laughs, share thoughts, go out to have dinner… The usual stuff.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Is that too much to ask? I don’t think so.</span><br />
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Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-28303410924744281642013-06-11T06:55:00.000-07:002013-06-12T13:31:57.984-07:00Regional Geographic presents...<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So yesterday I decided I was going to make a
bit of tourism. Recently I have heard of this beautiful sanctuary called
La Balma that is about 2 hours drive from where I live. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That amount of kilometers (4 hours in total because one’s got to get back home) looked reasonable for a Monday after lunch trip.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So we jumped into the car, we pumped some gas
because we knew we were going to get in no man’s land got some water
and hit the road.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We passed some towns in the way but as we
were driving, the roads became narrower; the speed limit lower and there
was not one single soul around. We passed through several abandoned
small villages, a river that I didn’t even know about and that it
carried no water. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">GPS verified that we were not lost even it
might look like it. So we kept on driving just to finally see a worn out
by the sun sign that indicated the monastery was 3 km away. We got
there. Somehow it reminded me of Rivendell except for the lack of super
tall trees. We parked the car, and walked towards the monastery.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There was nobody around. But since we were in
the middle of nowhere it didn’t quite bother us. A few minutes later… a
closed fence. I looked up and there was a surveillance
camera on top. So I tried to say hello, to see if they’d be kind enough
to show us the place since we had taken the longest ride.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Nobody answered and I didn’t dare to climb
the fence or anything because I didn’t want to get into trouble for
trespassing property, even though it was not private property. There
was this sign that had been torn apart except the French part and it
clearly said: Mondays closed. The rest of days open from 15’00 to 17’00.
Wow!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have been to Montserrat monastery before, which is much bigger and it basically is open every day. So what’s up with this one?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I got so frustrated I started to laugh my ass
off. To see the faces of people… Having taken that trip to the middle
of nowhere, just to arrive to a beautiful emplacement and find a fence
that forbids you to get in there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So we head back to the car and back to
civilization. On our way back, I saw a wild Spanish ibex. These animals
are pretty hard to spot, so at least it wasn’t a complete waste of a
trip. Since we were the only ones around and didn’t bother quite much
the animal, I managed to take a photo that considering it was taken with
a pretty bad camera it came off really good. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not a National Geographic wide angle Carl Zeiss photo, but a photo indeed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On our way back home we stopped at Morella (a
small medieval village) but this I’ll tell you in the next post.
Otherwise it’d be way too long. </span><br />
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Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-78845607057027075442013-05-24T03:16:00.003-07:002013-06-12T13:32:49.273-07:00Shouldn't be taboo<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Earlier this morning while I was
straightening my hair and what not I was watching Youtube. So far so
good. All of the sudden, I came across<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_A2sXnaEbQ" target="_blank"> this video</a> of a girl talking about uncircumcised penises and how disgusting they are. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Years ago, while I was watching Sex on the city, the same topic appeared for the first time in my life.<i>
Remember that episode when Miranda is dating a Catholic guy and when
they are about to have intercourse she sees ‘the thing’ and freaks out
big time?</i> I was quite disturbed that time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here in Spain, Portugal, France and Italy
(that I am aware of) no little baby boy or adult man gets circumcision
done unless they have phimosis, which means the foreskin in not
retractable enough causing major problems and infections. My little
nephew and all the baby boys that I know, when being born, none have
gone under the knife. Pediatritians check that all is good in the area
and only proceed to remove the foreskin if it is affecting the proper
function of the penis. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So this leads me to think that it is a
cultural thing. While I am aware that people who practice Judaism and
Islam practice circumcision, I don’t understand why people with none or
other religious backgrounds, especially in the US (that I am aware of)
freak out so much when they learn about an uncircumcised male. Come to
think, this is a very narrow perspective of life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If males were born with it, then it must have
a purpose. While it mightn’t have a crucial purpose (same way if they
extirpate your amygdales or your appendix and you have no side effects),
I do not understand why this is so gross to even talk about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Weren’t guys born with that foreskin? Why are
people so grossed out with something that comes with the pack? It is
not like they chose to add it later on. It must have a purpose (such as
preventing infections). Also, that belief that uncircumcised males are
dirty…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Didn’t their dad or mum teach them how to
move the skin in order to keep it all clean and fresh? If an
uncircumcised guy feels dirty to you, it is because two main reasons:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. - Your beliefs lead you to this premise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. - You have come across a guy who is as
dirty as he can be. And I bet if his penis smells or whatever, so will
his armpits and whatnot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Because that, my friends, is a dude who suffers from ‘shower allergy’ syndrome. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So ladies and gentlemen, let’s not go all
grossed out when learning about your guy next to you didn’t get
surgically removed his foreskin. Probably he didn’t need to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And remember this, next time you land on Paris (cité de l’amour) or you see a breathtaking handsome Italian guy… think about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He’s probably coming with the full package. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And nope, that is not disgusting.</span><br />
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Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-76405150205768645752013-05-20T07:56:00.003-07:002013-05-20T07:56:31.291-07:00KGB (July 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">First of all, I would like to make clear that
this is a true fact, that happened to me in August 19th 2005. I remember
the exact day because of the pictures I took they had the date on them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So there I was, touring Russia with the symphonical orchestra were I
play. It was our second day in Moscow and we got up early to go and
visit the Red Square. In the mornings, I don’t know if every day of the
week tough, they close for a few hours the Red Square and if you wait in
the line that’s in front of the Square you get to go and visit Lenin’s
tomb, which is placed inside a building on the right side of the square.
There are certain rules to go and visit Lenin’s corpse. Once you are
inside the pantheon you are not allowed to talk, eat, drink, remain
standing (you have to pass by without stopping) your hands have to stay
out of the pockets and of course you cannot enter any kind of bag or
backpack. For this purpose they have a lockers office at the beginning
of the square. You go there, pay a symbolic prize and they give you a
ticket. Once you’ve done visiting Lenin you cross the Square from the
outside and go and get back your belongings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So there we were. We were the last group of the morning who got to
enter. When we got out they were already closing. My friends had been
more intelligent and kept their stuff at the bus, so I was the only one
who had to walk all the way back to get my backpack. They were all
thirsty because of the heavy sun we had been enduring the entire morning
at the queue and so they decided to get going to a bar to get some
sodas. I started to walk fast as I saw how the policemen where removing
the fences that kept the square secure. Once I got to the other side I
found myself with the locker’s place closed. I was in panic. Me, in the
middle of a city where I could not communicate and vice versa. So I
decided to go and knock at the door. As soon as my hand touched the door
I had a policeman’s hand on my shoulder. He started yelling at me (who
knows what) and pushing me away from the place. The policeman was not
letting me enter and seemed no eager to pay attention to my misfortunes.
From what I could understand he was making me signs as if to say: ‘Come
back tomorrow’. Of course I couldn’t come back tomorrow because first
of all we were leaving the city at night and going to Niznyi-Novgorod
(another city). I needed my passport, my money and my belongings.
Stubborn as I am, I decided I was not going to let that policeman win
the battle so I started insisting, making gestures. A few minutes later a
middle-aged man appeared on the scene. He looked at me and demanded
what was wrong in a very “Rusky” English. I explained to him what had
occurred and he started talking gently with the policeman. They started
to argue with each other and two more policemen appeared on the scene.
They told him something. Next thing he does, put his hand in his pocket,
takes out a wallet, opens it and he shows a KGB badge, with his picture
next to it with the same number written on the badge. Allow me to say,
that I don’t know who was more shocked: wether me or those policemen.
All of the sudden they led him inside and he came of with my backpack
and kindly handed it to me. I thanked him (<em>balsoy spasiva</em>, I knew that word) and we both left in separate ways. Me back to my friends and him… I don’t know. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Needless to say that I felt like in some James Bond’s film, the only place where I had seen the KGB ever, ever, ever. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And that led me to think: You better be careful, every step you take,
specially in Russia, because who knows who might be watching you?</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-88272345313716730442013-05-20T07:55:00.001-07:002013-05-20T07:55:56.334-07:00Kaoru (June 2010)<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This evening, as every breathing human being of this city was sitting
in front of their T.V. sets’ watching the semifinal match between Spain
and Germany I was running like crazy around the house. This little lady
(Kaoru) from the picture above, decided not only that she was having a
boring evening but also to spice up mine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So I had dinner, and as I was enjoying a delicious ice cream on the
terrace, she jumped from the skylight to the ground without calculating
the laws of physics and gravity.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As a result from that terrible landing, her little left front leg
started bleeding. Her nail was torn appart by the base. So with Kaoru in
one hand and the other free I ran to the cabinet and took some ointment
to cure her. We’ve both ended all covered with blood.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So after the incident I’ve washed her and taken myself a shower.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the meantime, lots of people celebrating on the streets. So that’s
how I’ve found out that Spain is classified for the finals. I’m not a
particularly big soccer fan. But the occasion would’ve been worth
sitting and watching the match if we had not had a “home-blood-crisis”.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyway, today no celebrating and beer for me. I’m gonna stay home
keeping an extra eye on Kaoru, just in case we have to run to the vet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So this is how I’ve lived this historical match.</span>Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-57132302125450530372013-05-20T07:52:00.002-07:002013-05-20T07:52:28.609-07:00All we ever do (June 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4:15 a.m.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My dearest friend Jaqueline just left. She left to go back to her own country: Brazil.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">She’s been in here ever since September, to study at the University. We met in November, when she came to live with us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">From the very first moment we understood each other very well. In time, a strong friendship grew.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And now that she’s gone I have no words to describe the big hollow
that’s been left in my heart. It’s hardly been an hour and I already
miss her so much…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I guess that the fact that there’s an ocean between us really bothers
me. It’s not like she’s moving next town where I can go reach her to
chat and have some good times and to rely my worries when the sad
moments occur.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It’s been a year of farewells.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Farewell to the man who made me shine and feel special, farewell to
people who passed on, farewell to the Campus Dorm where I’ve lived for
several years. Farewell to lots of friends who finish their studies and
get back to their hometowns to live and work, farewell to my infancy’s
best friend who married and moved away. Farewell of people who in the
end they want you no-more, because they just wanted favors during the
Uni era and made you believe that they cared for you. Farewell to the
cat “Negreta” who always was visiting on my window and cheering me up
when there were sad moments. Farewell to Jaqueline.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the end, we better think that everything was worth it. And hope
that the changes about to come are for good reasons. I wish them all
(people, places and cat) the best in their lives. And hope we keep in
touch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And though I know it’s not possible, I would like to let them know
that, if I could, I would take them all with me wherever and whenever:
forever. I know that’s selfish, but… I just don’t wanna be torn appart
from them!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Because in the end, all we ever do is say goodbye.</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-15667558847724159082013-05-20T07:51:00.002-07:002013-05-20T07:51:15.725-07:00Dear future (June 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lately, we haven’t talked that much. I suppose I
got used to leave everything to your better judgement and stopped
worrying about myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But in the past few days I started to think a lot about you. There
are many things that I would like to change and I know you could do this
for me. In order to make things clear I made you the following list:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- I would like to find real peace of mind (no more anxiety or sadness and achieve true happiness).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- I would really love that you bring me back my good health and strength.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Could you help me find a good place to live as well?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Bring to me the love of my life and make him stay.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Make my beloved ones be <strong>A</strong> o.k.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Give me some time and money to finally get the holidays I’ve been longing for.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And last but not least:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Encourage me to finish my studies with good degrees.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For now, this is all I am asking you for.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I wish you have a good beggining of summer as well, and hope we keep in touch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Your best friend from the past,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Elena</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-54396751681255565242013-05-20T07:49:00.003-07:002013-05-20T07:49:39.879-07:00Sobbing weather (June 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As the day started a joyful sun came up in the sky.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He was happy that he had made it through another day. The morning
mist covered all the grass, birds were singing on the trees… Just
another day on the Earth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As the day went by the sky started to hear screams coming from the
land. He heard screams coming from China. People were complainig about
workers’ abuse.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sky kept on travelling and as he got to the Middle-East heard screams
of dispair, lost relatives in wars and prayers for peace to arrive.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then he got to Africa and heard screams of famine, of thirst of
water, of diseases that could be erradicated if they had the resources
to do so.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the evening he arrived in America and all he could hear were
screams of anger, people fighting over power in the stock market and
complaining about a dirty sea because of a tremendous oil spill
provocated by terrible human errors.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As he got to the Pacific Ocean all he could hear were the animals.
They were really quiet. The sky demanded them why the didn’t complain
about anything at all. The answer they gave him was really disturbing:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- Why should we keep on complaining? No matter what we do, humans
keep on destroying themselves and the planet as well. No matter how hard
we protest and try to make things better. No matter how many years we
get on strike. Nothing matters anymore! All we have left is hope. Hope
that one day the human race, will wake up and learn that we all have to
do is live in harmony. Hope that they realize that if they manage the
resources properly there will be more than enough for each and every
living creature on the Earth. Hope that they realize there’s no need to
fight and destroy in order to get what they aim for. Hope that in the
end, they do not lose the hope.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And so, the Sky made a pact with the Sun. He would unveil storms and
hurricanes and droughts and cold. That would be the only way humans
would look up in the clouds and make the following reflection: They were
being punished for having acted so badly and if they wanted the Sun
back again they would have to make some serious changes; starting now.</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-28137173987125768652013-05-20T07:47:00.002-07:002013-05-20T07:47:17.422-07:00Im on TV (June 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The most unusual thing happened to me last Sunday night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was at home, sitting on the couch, watching <em>The Godfather II</em>. It was about midnight and there was silence on the street.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">All of the sudden I begin to hear people screaming and laughing. Next
thing I know is: the doorbell starts ringing. I go and open the door
and there is a camera and a Tv reporter filming and making me questions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">They came into my living room and started to ask me questions about
how much did I pay for attending to the University, how much my rent
was, what would I change in order to improve…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yes just like that: A celebrity called Aída Nízar, very famous here
in Spain, was asking my name and all of the following that I already
mentioned.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">After the interview they left with the same speed they came.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I must say that I was in such a state of shock that all I did was to light up a cigarrete, sit down and keep watching the film.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It wasn’t until the next day that I realized that next friday I’m gonna be on TV talking about politics, economy, studies, etc…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People still don’t believe what I say. They’re all gonna get together, sit down and watch this TV show next Friday.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I hope at least it makes sense all that I said. From now on, maybe,
when I’m home I’m gonna try to wear nicer clothing. Just in case the
President comes knocking at my door. ;)</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-44202860221474114202013-05-20T07:46:00.002-07:002013-05-20T07:46:23.931-07:00Trust (june 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ok, this is not quite the post I wanted to share today but I really have the urge of telling you what just happened:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I live in a residence hall at the University campus. So far so good.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Summer is getting closer, temperatures are raising up. So in order to
keep the appartment fresh whe have all doors and windows open while
we’re at home.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And here comes the story:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Exactly 15 appartments away from ours there’s a house we’re they have a very cute young cat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This wintertime, while I was studying in my bedroom there was always this cat staring at me from the other side of the window.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">One night, on my way to the trash container i saw him in front of
that particular door staring. It was pretty cold, so I rang the doorbell
and this girl who opened the door said it was his cat. She alleged that
he always escaped.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But for some strange reason this cat feels a special bond with me. So
this morning the first thing I saw when I opened up the blinds was the
cat looking inside.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And half an hour ago, as I was sitting quietly on the sofa sipping
some coffee, what do I see? A pair of eyes staring at me from behind the
sofa: the cat again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So I’ve grabbed him and taken him back to his appartment. Funny thing
that when the owner was going to take him, he would not separate from
my T-shirt grabbing it strong. As if saying: No, please! Don’t leave me
here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well the owner and myself were quite shocked. First of all, I’ve
never given him treats or food so that he loves me. Secondly, the owner
looks like a very clean and agreeable person.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Conclusion: Am I an animal magnet?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">They say that babies and animals feel the good or bad in people.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If so: How come that it takes lots of time and effort for adult people to trust each other?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When did we lose this instinct? Or is it the society we’re living in that makes us so distrustful?</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-57569874089003019252013-05-20T07:43:00.003-07:002013-05-20T07:43:58.167-07:00Quiet evening (May 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So I’ve been playing guitar from 4 to 11 PM today. I guess I felt musical, for lack of a better word…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Probably I should stop drinking beer, go to bed and figure out tomorrow how to manage my new Tumblr.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh yes, sometimes I just love to sit down and drink beer, smoke some
cigarretes and listen to good music or even appreciate the silence of
late hours. Like none of you ever did that, huh?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tomorrow I have a very busy day. I’m meeting an old friend, we’ve
never seen each othe since last millenium (1998)… Will we still have
something in common to talk about? I’m nervous about this rearrangement.
We’ll see how it turns out. Hopefully we’ll have a polite talk, the
how’ve you been part and then the promises that next time we’ll make it
shorter. Like that’s gonna happen. I mean: either we live in the same
country or have similar holidays to visit each other or perhaps next
time we see each other we are full of wrinkles. LOL</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Seriously now: I love the people who no matter how long it’s been,
when they’re around they think of you. Even if it is just to give one
kiss and a warm hug.</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-47525456606458895482013-05-20T07:42:00.002-07:002013-05-20T07:42:35.502-07:00Honesty overdose (May 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Taking a quick look at my Tumblr I’ve realized
that lately I’ve been quite cranky: complaining about everything… This
is not the way Elena!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Perhaps I should start posting more pictures and videos and keep my writing for a novel, soap-opera or whatever! LOL</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Step 1: Getting a good night sleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> -That might be a good beggining-.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ps: Consider that I’ve always been more prone to Edgar Allan Poe’s
writing than to Danielle Steel’s one. I guess I’m never going to be the
girl that searches for unicorns, catches butterflies and giggles for it.
So if you people are looking for something as frosty and sweet as
Candyland I sincerely suggest you go find it somewhere else. Because I
don’t see it happening in this blog.</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-20520315848115285552013-05-20T07:41:00.002-07:002013-05-20T07:41:16.966-07:00Feeling hopeless (may 2010)<div class="caption">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Why on Earth every time I suggest we go to see a concert nobody will be willing to come with me?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This June is coming to Rock in Rio, Spain, one of my favorite
artists: John Mayer. And since this festival is set in Madrid and not in
Barcelona nobody wants to come.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can’t describe how hopeless I feel right now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You might say: well, you could go all by yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">No way! How can I do that? What if something goes wrong and no-one’s
there? Besides, going to a concert all by yourself is a bit sad. Who can
you share the maximum moment of enjoyment with?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If I had a chance to meet the musicians, I would think about it. It
would be worth it. But otherwise, go there singing and jumping all alone
is a weird picture. I don’t want to look like a cat-lady, if you know
what I mean. Or listen to the comments of other people like the time I
went to see the RHCP on my own and I had to contain myself. It’s not
like I want to go crying like a teenager or something but hey, it’s good
to have somebody to share it with.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">To have friends for this… And then tomorrow they drag me to a concert
of a Spanish group called Aslándticos(their music gives me the creeps),
just because I’m the only one that has a car and can approach them
here. So unfair…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Pshhh…</span></div>
Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-65392537728210586142013-05-20T07:35:00.003-07:002013-05-20T07:35:56.488-07:00So tell me where you're coming from.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So apparently, the Ad Sense people think I lack of content to be considered for the program. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Apparently they don't know my Tumblr background (why should they?).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So here we go!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I will post some of my Tumblr's older favorite posts just to be good enough for them faster. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am being real here. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So do not call me selfish or anything.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You want it, go work for it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And if you can speed things up a little with your own creations... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Is that hurting anyone?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The answer is NO.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Plus, if we come to think of it, people who never saw my Tumblr account will have something to read to so they understand me better.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You want it 'adsense', you got it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here we go! </span><br />
<br />Antenna Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17082021681429880869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712873594680880154.post-37567171685070361622013-05-20T06:12:00.005-07:002013-06-12T13:34:10.115-07:00Hello there, peoplez!<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It is the morning after.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The morning after I read Tumblr was getting acquired by Yahoo.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Most of the magic got lost in that split second when I read all about it. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tumblr wants to make some profit, Yahoo will probably add advertisements everywhere and anywhere. Thus, if that were to happen, Tumblr would lose its virginity. Such a pristine micro-blogging website where we all shared for nothing in return.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So... if everybody seems to take profit from what they can I have decided that I will too. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hence, I declare inaugurated this new blog adventure that will be accompanied by some advertising.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Why? </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Let's be honest. I do not live on thin air and I figured it wouldn't hurt anyone if I can enjoy what I do and also earn some money out of it. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Awesomeness would be to be able to make a living out of it. You know jobs are scarce, so if so many others can make a living out of it, why shouldn't I?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Would I like to become a published writer? That is sort of a given. But one must not start the house from the roof, so to speak.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So it is just me, same old me. Just with a few advertisements here and there (if I get Google's approval) that you can feel free to click and help me or not click and just pretend they are not there.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So no, I didn't sell my soul to the devil. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But I'm going to be realistic and go for it. So does Tumblr, so does everyone else.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We are virgins no more.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hope you have a nice visit around my blog and that you subscribe so you do not miss a thing.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Also, if you feel like it, feel free to spread the word!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fluent Sarcasm is moving house but will keep the original one fed and alive. </span></span></span><br />
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