The end-of-semester examinations are here...
I'm getting to the point that I will freak out.
But I'm sure that at least I'll pass everything.
So I won't be on during this week.
It's sooo bad and unfortunate that we've started tests right when the World Cup begins. It's been quite good so far however, I'm really looking forward to see how North Korea competes against the big guns Brazil and Portugal. And I hope Mexico can at least pass onto the next phase.
See you soon in a bit.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
New Blog - Nuevo Blog
It's been a rather long time since I blogged in Spanish. And given that I've realized how active Spanish-speakers are on the internet, not only worldwide but in Australia as well, I've decided to create a blog where I write in Spanish. It will be similar to Dot Counterpoint Dot, but not as artistic, I suppose. It will be mostly focused for Spanish-speakers in Australia and those who live abroad and would like to know more about this country.
Once it's up, I'll see how I adapt myself to own two blogs at a time.
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No me acuerdo muy bien de la última vez que escribí en español de manera prolongada desde que terminé el bachillerato. Por eso decidí crear un blog escrito enteramente en español, donde comparto similares historias que escribo en Dot Counterpoint Dot, pero son, más bien, específicamente escritas para hispanohablantes y para aquellos que viven aquí en Australia. Veo que hay bastante actividad de parte de personas que bloguean en español en el internet, así que decidí unirme a ellos con la creación de mi nuevo blog.
Todavía no está listo, pero ahí les va el link:
Mi Vida en Sidney
Once it's up, I'll see how I adapt myself to own two blogs at a time.
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No me acuerdo muy bien de la última vez que escribí en español de manera prolongada desde que terminé el bachillerato. Por eso decidí crear un blog escrito enteramente en español, donde comparto similares historias que escribo en Dot Counterpoint Dot, pero son, más bien, específicamente escritas para hispanohablantes y para aquellos que viven aquí en Australia. Veo que hay bastante actividad de parte de personas que bloguean en español en el internet, así que decidí unirme a ellos con la creación de mi nuevo blog.
Todavía no está listo, pero ahí les va el link:
Mi Vida en Sidney
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Progressing onto the Golden Gate Bridge
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Another Facebook group has been formed in response to the anonymous guy's postcard from San Francisco.
This time, people are gathering at the Golden Gate Bridge to paste print outs from all of the comments posted in the other group, as well as other messages.
This just keeps on showing how many awesome and beautiful people out there are willing to help someone. I'm impressed by how massive this has become, and I express my respect and admiration to everyone who has so far been involved.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Please don't jump
Every Sunday I check PostSecret, a blog where postcards with secrets of anonymous senders are posted. It's a blog about the beauty and sadness of our humanity; and it always makes me sad when I visit it, it makes me laugh every time, it makes me feel empowered, it makes me filled with awe, it makes me recoil in horror, it makes me feel guilty, it makes me feel human.
Today, an anonymous sender from San Francisco had his/her postcard featured.
The postcard has since sparked a lot of reaction from the internet. Emails poured into the PostSecret website in response to the postcard. Twitter reported the creation of a Facebook group in response to this. Since its creation, more than a 1000 people have sent messages pleading the sender to not jump, to give a chance to life and to a better future.
Ending one's own life is the worst mistake one can do, ever. It will not solve any of your problems at all. It will not make the world a better place. Choose life, and you will see the beautiful and great things that you would have otherwise missed out on. I've been there. And I know how hard it is. I've pulled myself from the pits of darkness, and good things have happened to me! But, please man, or gal; please do not jump. For there are many good things in life to come. There is hope. You are not alone. And you do belong. It may not seem so, but there's always a place where you belong to. And if life seems sad and dark to you, at least realize that all it takes is making a few good decisions, sticking around with your friends, letting them know of your problems, and getting help to solve those problems. And you will feel like a million bucks. I do not know you, but please, at least know that there are people out there who care and are willing to help you. I care. Please, for your future's and life's sake, do not jump. BE STRONG. CHOOSE LIFE. DO NOT JUMP.
Please share this link. Join in, and send a message.
Let's just hope that this guy is still around with us, and is aware of what people from all over the world are writing to him, showing him that people care, that he is not alone and that there is hope to solve his issues. It's incredible how the internet just connects such beautiful people to do such wonderful things.
God bless.
Today, an anonymous sender from San Francisco had his/her postcard featured.
The postcard has since sparked a lot of reaction from the internet. Emails poured into the PostSecret website in response to the postcard. Twitter reported the creation of a Facebook group in response to this. Since its creation, more than a 1000 people have sent messages pleading the sender to not jump, to give a chance to life and to a better future.
Ending one's own life is the worst mistake one can do, ever. It will not solve any of your problems at all. It will not make the world a better place. Choose life, and you will see the beautiful and great things that you would have otherwise missed out on. I've been there. And I know how hard it is. I've pulled myself from the pits of darkness, and good things have happened to me! But, please man, or gal; please do not jump. For there are many good things in life to come. There is hope. You are not alone. And you do belong. It may not seem so, but there's always a place where you belong to. And if life seems sad and dark to you, at least realize that all it takes is making a few good decisions, sticking around with your friends, letting them know of your problems, and getting help to solve those problems. And you will feel like a million bucks. I do not know you, but please, at least know that there are people out there who care and are willing to help you. I care. Please, for your future's and life's sake, do not jump. BE STRONG. CHOOSE LIFE. DO NOT JUMP.
Please share this link. Join in, and send a message.
Let's just hope that this guy is still around with us, and is aware of what people from all over the world are writing to him, showing him that people care, that he is not alone and that there is hope to solve his issues. It's incredible how the internet just connects such beautiful people to do such wonderful things.
God bless.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Vivid Sydney 2010; curated by Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed
Hmmmm, I knew I should have had a bit more control over my ISO that night. But hey, it was raining, foggy and windy. But regardless of that, the projections are animated! HOW AWESOME! Thanks Laurie and Lou for the show.
On humanity... and Earth
"So tall... and we built those things?!"
And so we did.
6.8 billion of us over 148,940,000 km^2.
And it's only been, what... 200,000 years?
And we are already sending people out in orbit around and out of our Pale Blue Dot.
And we are already driving our planet to destruction.
Who would have thought that we would even evolve in such a way in the cold vacuum of space?
Heck, who would have thought that we would even exist? For all that matters, Earth's own existence, our own existence and evolution, is a miracle.
Oh cuánto extraño a mi hermano!
Hoy estuve chateando con mi hermano en Facebook.
Está aprendiendo español, y tenía una gran duda sobre cierta conjugación de los verbos, en específico sobre las palabras ponerse, llegar a ser, convertirse, quedarse, volverse, etcétera.
No soy el experto en gramática del idioma español, (él está aprendiendo el castellano) pero aún así intenté explicarle algunas cosas. En fin, una fracción de la discusión fue así:
P: han intententado ensenarmelo
pero
JODER!
es tan dificil
Dejame dar un ejemplo
N: Adelante
P:espera
llegar a ser es como
MIERDA!
no
eso no es
N: Jajaj
Y vaya que me reí, ese chavo ya aprendió un chingo. Y solo han sido 7 meses desde que llegó a la Península Ibérica. Voy a rezar por él hoy.
Está aprendiendo español, y tenía una gran duda sobre cierta conjugación de los verbos, en específico sobre las palabras ponerse, llegar a ser, convertirse, quedarse, volverse, etcétera.
No soy el experto en gramática del idioma español, (él está aprendiendo el castellano) pero aún así intenté explicarle algunas cosas. En fin, una fracción de la discusión fue así:
P: han intententado ensenarmelo
pero
JODER!
es tan dificil
Dejame dar un ejemplo
N: Adelante
P:espera
llegar a ser es como
MIERDA!
no
eso no es
N: Jajaj
Y vaya que me reí, ese chavo ya aprendió un chingo. Y solo han sido 7 meses desde que llegó a la Península Ibérica. Voy a rezar por él hoy.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Another discovery
Wow, I've been going discovery after discovery these past weeks. All because of the Vivid Sydney Festival.
This time, it's something quite different as well. It's a band of throat singers called Chirgilchin. These guys come from the very heart of Central Asia, at the very southernmost tip of Russia near Mongolia. The guys themselves don't look Russian at all, but a bit Mongol I suppose. Their music is very entrancing because it is just something that I've never heard before in my life. They use their throats to take advantage of resonant effects of the passing air when they exhale. In other more descriptive words, they practically whistle with their throats.
Now, it's not really your normal kind of whistling. But rather of a very bizarre kind. Instead of air resonating from within the mouth, like normal whistling, throat singing uses the entire air tract from the mouth, larynx and voice box to resonate air. Just listen to it:
I just find it really interesting how charmingly happy those guys are with their music, even if it sounds so weird.
I really thank Vivid Sydney for introducing me to this kind of stuff. Every month I realize how much music I really want to buy, and I sadly look at myself in my present economic situation. Go P2P for the WIN.
This time, it's something quite different as well. It's a band of throat singers called Chirgilchin. These guys come from the very heart of Central Asia, at the very southernmost tip of Russia near Mongolia. The guys themselves don't look Russian at all, but a bit Mongol I suppose. Their music is very entrancing because it is just something that I've never heard before in my life. They use their throats to take advantage of resonant effects of the passing air when they exhale. In other more descriptive words, they practically whistle with their throats.
Now, it's not really your normal kind of whistling. But rather of a very bizarre kind. Instead of air resonating from within the mouth, like normal whistling, throat singing uses the entire air tract from the mouth, larynx and voice box to resonate air. Just listen to it:
I just find it really interesting how charmingly happy those guys are with their music, even if it sounds so weird.
I really thank Vivid Sydney for introducing me to this kind of stuff. Every month I realize how much music I really want to buy, and I sadly look at myself in my present economic situation. Go P2P for the WIN.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
It's always the same story, all the time
Well,
I believe I have put myself once again in doubt of myself.
What a neurotic, existentialist hedonist I am.
I guess I don't know where I'm heading to, what's my next step.
Of course, there was always a direction to go to. There was always an arrow pointing to the barren lands of Down Under, but once I got here and finally picked myself up from the shock of coming to these quirky lands, I am not sure where to go anymore.
The arrow should be pointing somewhere,
but I don't know where.
Heck, I can't even see if there is an arrow anymore.
Sometimes I get the feeling that my life will end soon.
It is not an expression of suicide, fear not. Please. Enough of that stuff anyway.
But I just can't imagine myself graduating from university. Or even getting my career on track, or even owning my own car and house. Getting married, having kids. Paying mortgage, paying debt (my worst nightmare). I just can't imagine myself doing it!
And I have this feeling that somewhere along the line, I will never get to do those things. It is foolish of me.
It sounds just weird, but I just wouldn't know how the hell to do things. I finally can drive legally (fuck yeah), and started uni, but there is just quite a range of things that are assumed as common for Australians of my age that I cannot even do, that I may have no idea about.
It's always been like that, even when I arrived here, I had no idea of how to deal with things, partly people, but mostly about how different things are run here. And I always feel disadvantaged in that respect.
And I know it's bitchy to comment on this sort of stuff online, and even specifically on my blog. But what the hell. That's the first thing I found when I came into my room. Gotta get my head a bit organized. Then I suppose I can sleep a bit better at night.
I believe I have put myself once again in doubt of myself.
What a neurotic, existentialist hedonist I am.
I guess I don't know where I'm heading to, what's my next step.
Of course, there was always a direction to go to. There was always an arrow pointing to the barren lands of Down Under, but once I got here and finally picked myself up from the shock of coming to these quirky lands, I am not sure where to go anymore.
The arrow should be pointing somewhere,
but I don't know where.
Heck, I can't even see if there is an arrow anymore.
Sometimes I get the feeling that my life will end soon.
It is not an expression of suicide, fear not. Please. Enough of that stuff anyway.
But I just can't imagine myself graduating from university. Or even getting my career on track, or even owning my own car and house. Getting married, having kids. Paying mortgage, paying debt (my worst nightmare). I just can't imagine myself doing it!
And I have this feeling that somewhere along the line, I will never get to do those things. It is foolish of me.
It sounds just weird, but I just wouldn't know how the hell to do things. I finally can drive legally (fuck yeah), and started uni, but there is just quite a range of things that are assumed as common for Australians of my age that I cannot even do, that I may have no idea about.
It's always been like that, even when I arrived here, I had no idea of how to deal with things, partly people, but mostly about how different things are run here. And I always feel disadvantaged in that respect.
And I know it's bitchy to comment on this sort of stuff online, and even specifically on my blog. But what the hell. That's the first thing I found when I came into my room. Gotta get my head a bit organized. Then I suppose I can sleep a bit better at night.
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