Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your love on me 🎵

Dang that's a good song.

9 de octubre

Me junté con la Cono y la Kamo y fuimos a la librería Antártica. Nos frustramos por la baja calidad de los libros en la sección "literatura juvenil" y la Cono, en su frustración dijo

"Por esto sólo leo libros de personas muertas"

And I thought it was a genius thing to say. Made me laugh hard.

Sobre hacer ejercicio después de 3 semanas sin levantar un dedo.

Cara de agotamiento extremo y "uf" (The redness is strong on this one)

25 minutos de elíptica me dejaron con el pecho en las manos y un ardor de oídos tan fuerte que pensé que estaba sangrando.
Es increíble lo difícil que es conseguir un estado físico más o menos normal y lo fácil que es perderlo y volver al paso 1. Igual al paso 3...yo partí sintiéndome igual que ahora con 5 minutos de elíptica.
En fin, el punto es que ahora planeo hacer kind of a journal about this porque tengo una meta. Llegar a los 67 kg.
Voy en 72 y partí con 78 wich is nice. 5 kilos to go.
Esta meta se suma a mis otras metas: terminar civil en junio (o antes) y dar el grado a finales de agosto.
Also: terminar de leer la biblia completa en un año (1 de marzo del otro año se cumple el año)

God shall help me with every one of these goals :)

So, Semana 1 (20 de abril)

Excersise:
-After 25 minutes de elíptica I was virtually dead.
-45 push ups (wanted to throw up)
-Peso 72 kg

Estudio:
-Voy en la página 401 de 499 del libro de ramos pazos sobre obligaciones.
-Tema: extinción de las obligaciones.

Biblia:
-Voy en éxodo 31 / Salmos 89 / 1° de corintios 1

Toda circunstancia o alcance de nombres con personas vivas o muertas que figuren en esta historia, es sólo coincidencia y no tiene relación con la realidad.

I was in love with someone else. Someone who seemed perfect.
Everything about him made perfect sense with everything about me. Everything except his feelings.
I was in love with someone who didn't love me back. Not the way I wanted him to.
I was pining for him. I was listening to sad music for him. I was making sad stories in my mind for him and never bringing myself to write them because they were too dark. That's how bad it was.
I was screwed, and no one seemed to see it. No one seemed to know how deeply in dark love I was and how sad I felt one minute and how blissfully happy I felt the next.
Maybe that's what helped this story to be born in the first place.
It was a sunday funday when one of my friends talked to me about him. I didn't knew him then, I missed the chance because of food. That's who I am.
I let it go and didn't think  about him that much. I was busy thinking about the other one, the one I worked with, the one I laughed with, the one I cried for.
Weeks passed and my friend talked to me about him again. My friend was going to his church (yes, we all go to the church, we love Jesus and his Father) and wanted me to come with, because, you know, he thought that this guy was perfect for me for really silly reasons and such.
I said I'd go, I didn't have anything else to do since I had passed my exam a few days before. I was in a happy mood. Maybe that's what helped this story to be born in the first place.
I met him that saturday, he was talking to someone about something. The details don't seem important now. My friend went to him and I followed. When he introduced us, the guy smiled and kissed my cheek. That night we went to eat at his house, we talked until 4 am.
Next week I went to his church again by his invitation. I was with my friend.
The following week I went again. He didn't invited my friend.
Two months later we were talking almost every day through whatsapp. And then I realized I wasn't thinking romantically about the guy I made sad love stories for.
A year later we considered each other good friends. And the month after that he told me he thought I was the one. I got scared and didn't say anything back. He waited.
After six months I told him I thought it too. He was so happy he almost cried. He won't admit to it but I know what I saw.
I am in love with someone now, someone who is perfect.
Everything about him makes perfect sense with everything about me. Everything, feelings and all.
I am in love with someone who loves me back, the way I want him to.

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a short story

-You have respiratory problems?
-No, I just find you incredibly atractive.

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This is all I can afford in this time economy.

I'm a dumb dumb and I did a thing...

-What did I ever do to deserve you?- He asked while they where laying on the bed. Kitchen nightmares was on.
After a few moments in which it seemed like she was just watching the show, she answered.
-Nothing, actually...-then, after a pause that she used to look at him from where she was resting her head on his shoulder, she continued- I did all the work. Added you as a friend on that web site and then left you a message and then waited for days and days until you answered.
He looked back at her and then at the tv, he smiled. After a few more minutes in which at least two cooks had started crying on the show, he began again.
-I did, however, answer the message, traveled to your country, asked you to be my girlfriend and then to marry me...that doesn't count?
She looked at him again and she leaned in for a soft kiss.
-It counts a great deal...thank you.- and she went back to her place at her husband's chest.
-Thank you - he said with his widest smile and after placing a kiss on his wife's head, added- I don't know why do I like to watch these poor souls cry and stress out over food. I love food! it shouldn't be stressfull!
-I know, right? It is weird that we like this...maybe tears make food taste better and they have been lying to us all along: the secret ingredient is not love.
He laughed at the joke and pressed his wife's shoulder a little harder, he though "Gotta love God for giving theese peaceful moments" and then, before the show was even over, they were both soundly asleep naping their way through that saturday afternoon.

Applemaniac

Steve Jobs estaría orgulloso de mi (si no estuviera en el infierno, claro...aunque puede que haya aceptado a Cristo como su Salvador antes de morir...we'll know when we die)
Hoy conseguí mi primer ipod :D! es un shuffle pequeño y hermoso. Es gris y negro y muy elegante :3

Pics or it didn't happen:

 Care' loca

Se llama The Ship, basado completamente en mi historia, I think Emmeline has one of these :) Puedo ponerle música y playlists si lo sincronizo con itunes lo que es bacám y no me costó caro so that's awesomer (29.990 en ripley). Planeo tenerlo por años, como mi mp3 anterior que aún vive (Sony, eres lo mejor después de Apple...o quizá antes. Don't know, es cosa de gustos) 
No tiene pantalla, pero eso no es problema para mi porque una mini-Siri me va diciendo los títulos de las canciones y los artistas, además de cuánta batería tiene y los nombres de las playlists para elegirlas.
Atrás tiene un clip para poder engancharlo a mi ropa si no ando con bolsillos y es realmente liviano.
Mis papás dijeron que iríamos de vacaciones a Valpo así que esta adquisición encaja perfecto con los planes: la batería dura 15 horas.
Lo único no-tan-bacán, es que tiene 2GB de memoria. Pero en realidad no es tan tan malo, encuentro que 2GB es lo justo y necesario, alcanza toda la música que realmente me gusta, nada de relleno. Hermoso.

Ok, eso fue mi entrada de amor a mi nueva adquisición de la marca de Steve Jobs.
Feliz por eso y por el viaje (I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE FOR A FEW DAYS) Gracias Señor por Tus bendiciones :D!

Adiós bitches.