Saturday, March 01, 2008

Marianne's back here! LOL

Not too much to say, actually, just logged in to my blog because I was quite bored :P

Tomorrow's my birthday!! (OMG - twentieth birthday xD)
And... uhm... there's some stuff about coming out I've got to tell you (as you were really supportive when I needed you all). Still haven't talked to my family, as I've been quite... blocked lately.

I'll tell you about this tomorrow, right?

Today I've gotta go now!


Love!!


Marianne (In her last day as a 19-year-old girl xD)

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Okey, everyone, here I am posting some new pics. All of them are form last Friday, right? Most of them are the kittens, obviously, but not them all.

That's Albus and I  He doesn't seem to be enjoying himself, anyway LOL

LOL. Dear Albus :D

Andrómeda

No idea!! Anyway, that's a lovely pic!!

Me eating pizza - tough it does not seem so at all!! LOL

Lucrecia and I. Here I was kissing her after healing her eyes. BTW, Lucrecia's name comes form Lucrezia Borgia, Lucrecia is the spanish name LOL - I love Lucrezia Borgia!!

Minerva and Porthos eating - and Sirius trying to get some milk out of his mommy LOL

Porthos and I. LOL

Well - me and four glasses :P

Me - and Sirius!

GTG now, guys. Comment!!

Marianne

Sunday, November 04, 2007

 

That's Sirius :D

 

Left to Right: Sirius, Porthos, Andrómeda and Lucrecia (With me in the back, LOL)

 

Back to front: Porthos, Andrómeda, Lucrecia and Sirius.

 

Back to front: Sirius, Lucrecia, Porthos and Andrómeda

Monday, August 06, 2007

People, here I am posting the first part of the translation of the article I told you about. Right? My English teacher corrected it, but she has some problems at the time, so it is impossible to keep on correcting now. Lol. Here it is (When it is over the second part will be posted):

 

 

 

 

THANKS TO QUEEN, NOW EVERYONE KNOWS THAT WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS (pagina01, pagina02)

 

A lot of people won’t ever know. Some means of communication (stupefied by the lights of the spectacular) will prefer the superficial, will diffuse empty shells. They will say, for instance, that 21st February 1981 was “the great Queen’s night”, that “a spectacle” was set, that “it was an explosion of the most modern technology”. It is probable that something of this is part of the truth. But what no one will say, what they won’t want to admit is that Queen’s tour is the definitive and irreversible triumph of rock and its public in Argentina. And this is known by the 200.000 that made this tour possible, and the hundreds of thousands who will live its circumstances. In each one of those hearts, with the beat that is so similar to the rock’s essence, grew the certainty and the conviction that because of Queen now everyone will know – although they do not admit so – that “We are the champions”

This rock music, and this romantic public that loves it, who was ignored, bastardized and mistreated by the big means for years and years, that were relegated from diffusion, that stood the nicknames of “music-noise” and “deaf”, can’t help noticing with a smile the press’ madness: television trying to “acquire the spectacle”, daily and weekly newspapers “dead” with Queen’s art, radios vociferating Queen and rock and roll all over the air. Isn’t it very touching seeing all the “big ones” amazed with rock?

But everything’s right. Let’s set the path, let the ones who have just arrived feel the hug of  happiness, of love, of vanguard of this music. Let’s be proud, and let’s enjoy a bit the vanity of having been right: Let’s forgive them.

 

D.R.

 

 

ARRIVAL (pagina03)

 

Surely not even the promoters of Queen’s presentation in Argentina had an exact dimension of what the group’s visit would provoke in the country. From the very moment of their arrival the band provoked a popular commotion like it  had never been seen with another artist. The first symptom of that situation was stated the day of Queen’s arrival to Ezeiza international airport.  There had congregated many hundreds of admirers of the band, and more than thirty journalists from radio, television, newspapers and magazines from all over the country.

From an early time the enthusiastic groupies waited nervously their favourite group’s arrival, carrying posters, placards, little flags, magazines, or just a Queen’s photo. Tension was growing up while time was passing by, accentuating itself with the news – that the band would arrive with almost an hour  of delay.

Half an hour before the arrival of the flight that brought Queen from Rio de Janeiro, journalists were introduced to a VIP lounge where they could make their first contact with the band. Outside the lounge, the public struggled to enter,  leaving room   for some  scenes of nervousness  to take place although they were not a big deal. With their faces fatigued due to tiredness, John Deacon, Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor and Brian May entered in that order. After posing for photographers they agreed on doing some declarations about the journey and the expectations for the concerts. Three girls, who cleverly succeeded evading the vigilance, and who had finally the organizer’s consent, couldn’t repress the emotion that the moment aroused , and one of them had a nervous breakdown and ended up crying. Same scenes were echoed at the airport hall, where those who had seen the musicians talked over the ecstatic faces of the others. The quartet dived in a car’s caravan, that was waiting for them at the side of the trail, and set off  heading downtown.

(pagina05)

Queen spent almost an hour and a half during Saturday afternoon doing some sound checking. The group arrived at the stadium at 14,45 and they immediately began working with their assistants and the sound technicians.

The check began with a series of percussive passages in charge of Taylor, and went on with May playing upon. This way, successively they went on checking each one of the instruments and microphones, to play then “Save Me”, “Death on Two Legs”, “Play the Game” and “Love of my Life”.

After each song, the band gave instructions to their assistants about the details to adjust. Taylor worried particularly about his voices equipment, and May about his acoustic guitar.

During the sound check it was regulated, also, the volume of the tape that reproduces the operatic voices from “Bohemian Rhapsody”. Once that Deacon, May, Taylor and Mercury were in agreement with every technical aspects (including scenic effects, which were also checked) they headed  to  their  dressing rooms for the first time, and then back to the hotel.

 

 

 

 

PREPARATORIES (pagina06)

 

Exactly a week before Queen coming to scene, the set of the gigantic scenery that lodged them during their three appearances in Buenos Aires began. On Monday a hundred people began working in the Velez Sarsfield stadium, amongst English, American and Argentinean technicians and assistants. Slowly, like a huge Babel tower they began erecting the structures that would shore up the gigantic scenery. Using three mobile derricks they set every one of the sceneries up to assemble the scenery’s roof. By the middle of the week the impression was that it was going to get to the first concert’s day very tightly; partly because of the delay on the arrival of some equipment, and also because of the burning heat  that was registered in those days.

On Friday it was the band’s arrival day, and the huge scenery was almost completely set up. Early in the evening, the group arrived to the stadium to a television interview. Immediately, they headed to the playing field to personally verify the conditions of the works, but they had to protect themselves when the storm began. Shaking some of the raindrops out, May told us “I hope it’s not like in England, because when it begins raining…”. With great urgency, all of the attendants covered the equipment with big pieces of plastic and avoided touching the equipment that was switched on.

Saturday dawned cool, and the first lights of the morning discovered a group of technicians working, in fact, they had been working all night long. Everything had to be ready for the general mid-afternoon rehearsal. And it was, at three pm Queen came up and checked the sound and effects, especially the running of the seven hydraulic derricks that conform the main illumination system. Very tired, but satisfied, the roadies were enjoying themselves a deserved break under the sunlight. It was really surprising how the effectiveness and the accuracy of every member of the technical group of that watchmaker’s engine called Queen, worked.

 

 

CONFERENCE (pagina07)

 

On Friday evening a cocktail was offered in Velez to present (supposedly) Queen. But it wasn’t really like that, but it was an excuse for the media to interview them, for photographers  to pull their camera triggers, and for journalists to watch everything from the distance with no possibilities of getting closer.

It also served to some minor glittering stars to show their suntanned faces, and to a great number of famished gate crashers to devour every single sandwich that passed close to them.

The first one to arrive was Mercury and after him followed Deacon, May and Taylor, each one in a different car. They immediately settled on a lounge on the second floor and after that, at 20,50 they went downstairs to the parking lot to join the “party”.

Although all four members of Queen were kind with those who came closer to them, they didn’t go into the farce game, and it was hilarious to see how they commented about  the tone of the television interview in which the journalists strived to call them the “new Beatles”.

Fifteen minutes after their arrival, all four of them went back quickly to the hotel, excepting Taylor, who wanted to see the stadium before setting off.

While the Queen members went back to their cars, a big group of opulent ladies tried to show their T-shirts (With publicity, sure), and the gate crashers and the starlets devoured the last crumbs.

 

 

THE CONCERT

 

 

QUEEN TO SCENE (pagina09)

 

The ascension to the scenery by Queen was exactly at the established time. While outside the shouting muffled up the World Cup 78’ march that came out from the sound columns, each of the members of the group was escorted from the dressing rooms – the same ones that the football teams use – by assistants using lanterns. The first one in going up to the plank floor was Roger Taylor, dressed in a white shirt, black trousers, tennis shoes and wrist bands. Mercury wore red trousers, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. May went up rapidly bringing with him his inseparable guitar.  Deacon was the last one to go up, wearing until the last minute before going to the stage a showy kimono.

From this moment a party began: the one of the British queen.

 

 

APOTHEOSIS (pagina10)

 

In the very moment in which the smoke bombs began exploding and lights began their demoniac dance, the thousands of people present at Velez stadium had the exact dimension of what they would witness: the show of one of the biggest bands in the world: the English queen, Queen.

And if it was difficult to believe what the eyes could see, all it took was to see Freddie flying around his microphone to make us all understand it was not a dream: Queen was really there. With an incredible music, that goes from  hard rock to a love song without losing an ounce of strength and quality.

Brian May is a brilliant guitarist, who knows how to exploit the ways of experimentation opened by Hendrix without getting on the grandiloquent. His plays upon have will, and he is, in addition to this, chief of an incredible potency. His solo took more than one’s breath away.

John Deacon is a sober, serene bassist. He practically doesn’t move at all, but his bass is precise and potent. He knows how to work harmonies, and he is an excellent compositor. Roger Taylor is a good drummer with evident classic rock and roll and disco music influences,  also he sings very well. And finally, Freddie Mercury, absolute chief of the scene, he knows how to drive the public with his presence and his captivating voice. He is the axle of the show running from one place to another without taking a breath. In addition, he played with success and fairness the piano and the acoustic guitar, each time that the music, that marvellous music, required it.

Also there’s the show, an apotheosis spectacle that serves as an appropriate visual complement, and that made the whole stadium shake with incredulity, but without putting aside the musical richness of the group. Because of this, beyond all the scene display, Queen showed in Argentina its triumph cards: four excellent musicians and a captivating product: their music. God doesn’t need to save this queen.

OSVALDO MARZULLO

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Hello everyone, Marianne is back!!!! Lol, quite weird, isn't it?

I don't know what to say but hello! Lol. Too much to say, and I don't know where to begin. At least I have to say thanks to Isis and QueenOz for the support you gave me and have to tell you that I am better with it now. I haven't talked about it with my family, but with some of my friends. Just because I needed to talk and I hate lying.

 

Love

 

Marianne

Friday, May 11, 2007

Hey everyone, here I am, quite crazy... as usual!!!!

I don't have very mucho to say, actually... In fact, I have nothing to say!!

 

Congrats Nicole and Davyd, Liarra is gorgeous, really.

 

And... bye bye!!!! Lol

Love you all.

Marianne

Friday, April 13, 2007

Hi people! I's been a while since I wrote my last post!!

Well, now I have know very much to say, but something about my life...

For a long time, some kind of 5 years I think, I've been trying to hide myself what I really are - If you guessed I'm talking about my sexuallity you're damned right.  Yeah, if you ask me I feel really attracted to men - I've always done. But I've always felt attracted to women also.

I never though very much about it. In fact, I always hid it to myself telling me it was some kind of phase, or whatever. I've never fell in love with a woman, I wouldn't have allowed myself to that. In fact, all the times I fell in love it was kind of "I won't let my love die, whatever it happens" but in a weird and not very healthy way.

When I was 15, I had a classmate. She was a good girl (Too direct and honest, perhaps, but a good girl either way). We had some problems about politics at that time (I don't like politics and she loved talking about it). She said she was hetero but was all the time talking about lesbianism, or bi women, or whatever. We just though it was a subject she liked. Two years after, a friend told me she was bi (Someone told me she is gay, in fact) - I couldn't even believe it. And I felt kind of jealous she had come out (I didn't envy her, it was just a bit of jealousy).

The thing is, at that time, I hated everytime she said something about the subject because I didn't want to show that it was a subject that hurted me - a lot. I even remember being quite homophobic about lesbianism (Well, making some nasty comments about it - probably to convince myself).

Now I feel I can't hide it anymore to me - perhaps it will take a time to me to come out - I want to get used to it before doing so. I don't know what it will be like (I mean, what my friends and family will say at my being bi - probably that it is some nasty idea someone put into my head, and not what I really feel). Although almost all of them say they are not homophobic, I have listened to some nasty things they say about it - especially when it comes to female homosexuallity. Things about it being awfull. And those things hurted me all these times - altough never told them about it.

 

I feel afraid - and confused. Really confused. I don't know what to do next.

 

Love,

 

Marianne

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Hi people, a friend of mine on MySpace has posted this on her bulletin, and as I think it is really important I paste here:

 

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.



I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.



I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.



We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.



I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.



I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.



I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.



We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.



I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.



I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.



I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.



I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.



I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.



I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.



I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.



I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.



I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.



I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.



I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.



I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"





---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG ... REPOST THIS

I like this. And as I told you, I think that it is important to say this kind of things instead of not daring say a word about it.

Love, Marianne

Monday, March 19, 2007

Some days ago, I was walking when I found myself in front of a carpenter's shop I had seen a lot of times before. I took a look at the things inside it, then saw a guy that surely works there (I barely looked at him, though) and then kept looking to other things on the outside... and kept on walking.

At once, I realised that I had given no importance at all to that guy, and began wondering about how many times I had done this before. Not seeing these importnat people. People with dreams. People working. People working to make their dreams come true. People working to get a living. People working to be free. People working, and faded in their jobs. People working to give their beloved a better life. People working because working is their way of living. People working because working is their way of evading life. People working because they want to. People working because they have to. People who like working. People who love working. People who hate working. And, most of all, people working to survive in this cruel world, to get money, to echieve success, to get a link with reality, to have a place of their own in the world.

Most of them could sometimes feel they are "invisible". And they probably are. I remember having read or watched on TV something, a love story probably, in which the female protagonist feels invisible to the eyes of her beloved one. But this is not this romantic.

These invisible people, working and working, working for their lives of for others' lives, are all around us. And inside us, as most of us seem to be invisible.

We, with our own exciting, romantic, boring, patient, not so patient, important or unsubstantial lives do not seem to notice this. We are oblivious to everything around us - everything that do not involve us.And then, someday, we find out that everything around us is ablivious to us, that we are also invisible to almost everyone. Wed don't seem to be important to the people - as unimportant as they seem to be to us.

And some people learn how to live with this truth, some people make great efforts to get a well known name, to be "not-so-invisible". And some people, having tried this, or not, end up depressed. Depressed because they think they are nobody. Depressed because they are bored. Depressed because they see the same faces around them all the time. Depressed because they are not the successful they wanted to be. Depressed because they ar not what they intended to be - or what is worst, depressed because they are not what OTHERS intended them to be.

Yeah, sometimes we are this way. Sometimes we feel pity - for ourselves.

But, believe it or nor, every single one of us is important, for good or bad - that's up to you. The world runs because all of us, suposedly unimportant, invisible people are here.

Every single child, every single man, every single woman - they are all who keep this world running. Not only the known ones, the famous, the glamourous, the powerfull - all of us.

I remember a Power Point presentation I have, one of those that end up saying "send it over to x people". This one was about a depressed guy, and the lesson a friend of him gave him. One about a hundred dollars. But what I remember mostare the questions at the last "pages" of it. The first set of questions was about famous people, but the second one was about people who had been important to you. And it said something about no one remembering yesterday's headlines, but those who are important to us.

I should say, invisible people. They are important to us because they have been with us - when he needed a helping hand, when we wanted to share a happy moment, when life seemed to be almost imposible to deal with, when we were heading the wrong way and were in need of some good advice.

As well as these invisible people are important to us, we, invisible or not, are important to others. We have all listened to a friend in need, told a beloved one he or she was not going the right way for them, given some good advice - and probably lots of not so good advice.

I always remember the times when Minerva and Albus came to my house. They were kittens, so they took me as their "mother". And I remember their first Christmas, with all the fireworks, and so on. They were not they way dogs get, but were afraid. And they were glad of having me with them, I know. I am not invisible to them. I am not invisible to my friends, to my family, and to many other people.

So you're not invisible to the ones that love you. And there is always someone who loves us, that is true.

This is to you, invisible people. A tribute to all of you who think no one listens to you, no one even notices you - your efforts to be a better student, worker, human being. We all notice. And what is most important. Your beloved ones always notice it. Perhaps they don't say so, but it is this way.

For all of you, I love you because you are so humans!

 

I should say now, I love sharing my life with you - and getting to know little pieces of yours!

 

Love,

 

Marianne

Monday, March 12, 2007

Hi people, as I haven't been posting here for some days (Which is highly weird to me), here I am.

Well, gotta tell you some news? Here we go:

 

I'm still looking for a job!!! And... remember what I told you on my "Am I an alien?" post? Yesterday I was on my home with my mother, sister, and a guy that's son of one of my sister's friends. At that point, they began talking about jobs... and me. As I still have no job, my sister told me that she would tell me when they begin looking for a receptionist at a place she knows. The problem is, as I told you before, that I do not like getting a job because someone can make me get it, and not deserving it. And that would be the case if I accepted applying for it. So I told them not. And my mother said that even for a job we were applying a friend of hers could get the questions for the exam we should take, and I say no. And everyone began laughing at me! Awfull. And my sister told me that "ideals" are for people with money. That's not fair. Either way, I'm living according to my own rules, and I feel good this way.

Right now I'm looking for an AuPair accomodation, it would be a great thing to experience.

 

Well, gotta go now.

 

Love,

 

Marianne

Monday, March 05, 2007

Well, I just took a test that said I was Brian May (One of those tests that tell you which member of the band you are).  That's what it said:

Well what do you know?  You are Brian May, and he did for guitars what Beethoven did for the Piano Forte!  So, that in itself is pretty great!  You are very deep and thoughtful and are a caring and compassionate human being.  You are known for being an all around nice person.  You do tend to be a bit moody and brooding sometimes, but that is where some of your greatest inspiration comes from.  You don't mind taking a side on politcal issues even if it is an unpopular one.  You love animals and the environment.  Earth Day was born with people like you in mind. You tend to not like people who don't agree with your opinions, which can be a failing.  But you are a wonderful person all the same.

The link to do this quiz is http://www.quizilla.com/users/QueenieDiva/quizzes/Which%20Queen%20Band%20Member%20are%20you%

 

Love

 

Marianne

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Hi people, now that my birthday is over I can take a look at what it was. I was quite delighted because two of my friends were able to come home for a time (One of them is still in my house today ). But, on the other hand, I was quite depressed because three of them who were coming weren't able to do so. One of them is coming tomorrow to my home, either way.

 

It was a good birthday, not great but good.

 

And, as I told you before, I was kind of frightened about it, and there was something to be frightened about! Once I wanted to use my sister's laptop and it didn't turn on! I was so scared! At last she made it work, but she told me some nasty things either way, as if I never used a computer and it was my fault!

And the weird thing is that I KNEW it was MY birthday, but it was kind of "it can't be possible, today is my day???"

 

Love, people!

Friday, March 02, 2007

Hehe, it seems that I have no intentions of living my own life (Just kidding!).

I'm a bit cheered up right now, but at the same time I feel quite weird. I don't know why, you know.

BTW, I just remebered to tell you, Isis, I didn't win any tickets to see Bryan Adams, that's a pity!! I should be fanatic of some Uruguayan musical groups, at least it is easier to get to see them, and cheapier, too.

Till now I have received some text messages over my mobile phone greeting me because of my birthday.

Oops... Not that I show it, but I'm in a quite reflexive mood these days. Too much deep into my thoughs, I think. I've always been like that, but it is weird either way!

I have been talking with a friend over the phone. He didn't want to come to my house today because he has no present to give me! Such a stupid thing! I convinced him to come either way.

Well, I don't have very much to say right now, I'm at the home of one of my friends, and I gotta go home now, I think.


Cheers.


Marianne
 

Hi everybody! As I have told a million times these days, today is my birthday. I found that some of my friends who were coming today to my home are not. Because of money stuff, as always. That's the thing with having a birthday the first days of the month! Most of the people have no money yet, and all the money from their last salary has run off! Damn!

I will say this to the doctor who  made the caesarean operation to my mom 2nd march 1988! Just because it was his birthday! Actually, I was expected to born 9th march, but it was a programmed caesarean! Haha, kind of weird story, isn't it?

 

BTW, thanks Isis for talking about honest people , hope that it includes me! Actually, when I was a child (Between the ages of 7 and 11, I think) I was a great liar, and a very nasty girl. I don't know why, but after that age I canged completely my mind, and it's better this way .

 

And I can't remember anything else to say... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! (If I don't try to cheer me up...)

 

I love you all!

 

Marianne

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Well, let's go into my life .

As my birthday is the day after tommorow(2nd march), I think a lot about it. Curiously, I have always waited my birthday with a sense of... happiness, probably. And, this year I'm always saying "AHHH I'M GETTING OLD!!" as a joke, obviuolsy, but the weird thing is, this year I'm quite nervous about this day. I don't know why. I want it to come, but I don't, also! I just want it to be over and I want it to be 3rd march so I'll have to wait a whole year to my next birthday.

Perhaps it is the economic stuff, altough there were never a lot of presents at my birthdays, so I'm used to it, and I prefer people calling or coming than receiving presents (I mean, I love presents, but if I get some they always count on the intention, not the cost of them. And I know that if some frind of mine comes home and gives me a letter I'll be delighted). Perhaps the thing is that, as always, I do not trust very much on people calling me this day. I know it is just a memory stuff, but it actually hurts when your relatives and friends miss a day that is important to you. I don't know.

Perhaps I'm just sad because I won't ge the guitar my grandma was going to give me. I know she has not a lot of money these days, so I just won't mention it and she will forget (Actually, she already forgot ). It is not what it costs but what it means to me why I was looking forward to get that guitar, either way. When I begin working it is the first thing I'll buy!!!!!!

 

Either way, I still don't know why I feel so weird towards my own birthday. However, I know I will be happy when it begins!!

 

LOVE PEOPLE!!!

Monday, February 26, 2007

I've been wandering...

First of all, as you probably have already read, I'm a crazy girl, aged... almost 19 (I mean, my birthday is 2nd March, and we're 26th February right now), who has a lot of problems with the stuff she studies (Not the languages, the "important" studies). Not that I am not intelligent, it is just that when I get to the point in which I realize I don't care about what I do,  I just feel down (Especially when someone try to make me do something I don't like) and most of the times I end up quiting. For example, I'm doing a course I like (Computing), but, a) Altough I like them, I don't trust very much on my teachers and b) Altough I love computing, with all the database, programming, reapiring, etc stuff, that's not something I feel confident to work with. In fact, to me it would be awful to work with it. It's not the kind of things I love doing .

Probably, that's my point of view just because I'm a teenager (Teenage goes till 19, they say), or I'm too immature, I don''t know what life's about, and blah, blah, blah.  Probably I'm just being stupid about saying that I quite prefer starving but working in something I enjoy than having a lot of money but being unhappy my whole life.  Probably I'm not in my senses when I say people should make their own mistakes, it's not easy living another one's life, what is a mistake to you perhaps is the best opportunity to me, and this is just because we are different. As long as I have no children, no one depends on me except my cats and myself (And my cats have always food)... Why can't I live my own life without being always banned? Told that life's not this way? I've been told lots of times that I will regret when I'm older, that I don't know what I do, that I'm just being immature, and so on... But isn't it part of life? Of auto knowledgement? It's silly, damn. (OH, AND I DON'T THINK WHAT I PROBABLY SAY)

And here we arrive to the next problem. I'm looking for a job. Not a great one, though. Right now I need money, I have no problems in being at a boring phase that is needed to jump to the next one, but I would die rather than being all my life long at the same job.

Well, the thing is, I have no High School finished, yet.  I have no experience. I'm still young. And getting a job is not easy. So, I'm still looking for it. Due to my moral ideas, there are some things I wold never do (Such as working on Mc Donalds), I prefer starving. And everyone says I don't not want to get a job and that's an excuse as many others. It hurts me. I mean, these people think I prefer starving or living always form the others' help? Thats stupid. I have no problems on getting a decent job, no matter how much I earn, the thing is getting one. But here we come to another problem. Most of the people I know are always complaining about corruption, and how awful it is cheating, and how dishonest it is getting a job because you have someone inside that helps you to get it, you deserve it or not. I am one of these people. The problem is that I ACTUALLY  think so, if I have a chance of getting a job by a dishonest way, I prefer letting it pass by. Need it or not. I prefer someone who deserves it (Because it is obvious that I'm not the only one that needs it) getting it. It wouldn be fair.

But, because of what I think, and the way I act, for most people I'm just an ingenuous, stupid girl. Really. I prefer living according to my rules than to cheat to myself. And here's the BIG quesrtion... am I an alien?

Your answers will not make me change my mind, though, But I wanna know.

Gotta go, probably I won't get online till Friday (My birthday), cause I have very little money these days.

 

I love you all.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

And I forgot to tell you, I'm quite happy because this year I'm gonna take Italian lessons once again! Last year I had to avoid them because I hd no time at all, but now I'll go once again!!! SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!! (I really felt awful last year because I couldn't go).

Oh, and this year I'm taking my First Certificate exams, not a lot, but the first international exam I'll take - and probably will stop studying English for a time, it gets too expensive - and I want to end with my Italian (I still don't have a lot of time, so after this year will pobably have to choose). Either way, I'll probably go to make a translaton course (English) at unversity in some years, so... like it!

 

Love!

 

The craziest girl inthe world - ever... Me!!

 

Haha, probably. It's 21,00 now and I came to the Cafe to send Isis the article article and the attempt of translation, she will have a hard job to do if she wants to correct it!  At least I tried to do my best, hehe.

I have not a lot to say, we're at Carnival time - Uruguay hosts the world's longest carnival - and I'm bored!  Never paid a lot o attention to it, either way.

Dunno what to tell you, just writing to make sure you notice I'm still alive!!! Hehehe

 

LOVE 'N' PEACE... AND QUEEN RULES!!!

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Oh

BTW, Bryan Adams is coming next 1st march to Uruguay, I want to see him, but I have no money at all to buy me a ticket! So I'm registering on every place I see they give tickets!! Hahaha, gotta see if I win one! If I do I will be delighted, as it is the day before my birthday, and I love Bryan Adams, so if I go I'll be too much smiling all my birthday long!! Hahaha.

Oh, and I've been looking at the images we have on the banners that lead to our forums... as 4 of 8 are Roger's I think that we're not greatly original... or we love Rog!! (I prefer the second one! Love you, Rog! Haha).

 

Cheers

 

Well, today I went to a job interview (As I actually need to find a job), but I think it didn't go well at all. Either way, will try my hard to find a job!!!!!!! Hahaha

Yesterday I had an awful nightmare about my cats, it made me feel sick! It was really weird, and bad. When I woke up I went to check if the cats were alright - and they were, so I feel better .

I know I had some important stuff to write down here, but as I always do, I forgot everything about it.

 

You know, some years ago, when I still did not care about Queen at all (OMG, there was a time like this in my life??) I had a classmate who was a Queen fan, also Beatles'. Well, last December I saw him again, and nearly fell because of the stupid things he told me about it! He has decided now that in each Queen disc there are only 2 or 3 good songs, and the other are just rubbish. And as he is not a fan anymore, he made some awful comments about Freddie's AIDS, and the way he got it (Oh, that guy seems to be a bit homofobic, you see). I really felt bad for the way he was talking, not only about Freddie, but about everything! And, after that, he told me something about the car he drives (his mother's) and began saying that women are so materialist that when they see a car they get mad, or something like that! I'm not this way, and don't know many people like that. Either way, it was a nasty thing to say to me. I don't know why I'm talking about it now, but I just remembered it.

 

Oh, and by the way, as I already told you, I think I'm making the people from the radio I listen to go mad, cause I am always asking for Queen songs. They have, also, somethign they call triple, that's you programme 3 songs instead of one, and if you're the chosen one they'll put all three songs on at 13,00 or 20,00. Well, some weeks ago, I phoned and asked for  some song by Metallica in first place, "Sleeping in my Car" by Roxette, and obviously the last one is a Queen's song, Another one bites the dust. They called it a "classical triple" and put it on! (If I had asked only for Queen songs they would have killed me, perhaps at an important date for Queen I'll do it). And the worst thing is that yestardat, 14th February, Valentine's Day, I programmed a triple with "Goodbye" by Air Supply, "How Deep Is Your Love" by Bee Gees, and "Play The Game" by... ahem... Queen? Probably . They put it on, also!! I'm beginning to appear too much in that radio, hehehe. And Queen also! Oh, and the thing is taht they had asked for a romantic triple. I think they liked mine... or that there is some Queen fanatic (Or classic's fan), because I've programmed both triples at 20,00 and they were both on! Hahaha.

 

Love, people!! And take care!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Hi people!! How are you today? I'm quite sleepy, as my sister wanted to make a kind of homework to her boyfriend, and I had to be awake till she ended! I went to a Cafe at 3,00 am, also!!! And now it's 10,00 but after I end here, I'm going home to get a HUGE sleep.

Yesterday someone gave me some songs on Queen he had dowloaded (From the Queen concert in Argentina in 1981 - 7 years before I was born... I should be quite older, so I'd be able to go at that time, and enjoy them - live! Hahahaha), and also some images on an Argentinian magazine at that time (A music magazine, you know). I found it funny, but quite enjoyable reading it.

As you probably don't know, these years were quite hard, our countries were just getting out from their military dictatorships, and rock was not a very well known kind of music (From what I know, here in my country it was prohibited for a time), so when Queen came to Argentina (Remember, I'm from Uruguay - very close!) it was a great thing to them, and to rock music in this country, having one of the biggest band of the moment there!

If you want me to, I'll try and translate the article, to make you read it.

 

Cheers

Friday, February 09, 2007

By the way, IF. When I feel down I sing (Well, bark or howl - you name it) or just listen to music. Funny how life is, music the only thing with the ability to cheer me up.

Cheers

 

Hehe, I'm feeling OK once again, so I'm... happy? Sort of.

I haven't got a lot to say right now. Well, today some friends of mine are coming to my house (The one with the digital camera is one of them!!!!), and, by the way, I'll take some photos of my cats, my mum, my friends... and me?!!?!?! Hahaha. Actually, if you want to know me (Well, you know me already, but if you want to add a face to the text) just tell me and I'll try to post some photo - here or in the forums, I'll see later!

 

Don't have very much to say, I used to listen to CD's on my discman, but now it's kind of broken down, so I miss Queen a lot

 

Love!!!! 

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

And the next thing to say is not "living on my own"!  Have you ever felt like nothing's right? I mean, your studies or job are not going right, you seem to be apart from your friends and your family. Perhaps you just feel lonely, but you have loads of people who care about you round you?  Oh, well, I'm going mad, sorry. Just one of my depressive-reflexive moments.

On the other hand, I'm making the people on the radio I listen to go crazy, I'm always calling to ask for Queen songs!!! And what's better, they put them on!!!!

 

Great!!!!

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Hi people, as said, that's my first time making a blog entry (Or at least, I think so, perhaps I'm missing things out ). Well, I think I have to say something about... me? I'm 18 years old (Will turn 19 next 2nd march!), and am form Uruguay!!

I'm CRAZY!!! And... uhm, I'm quite a Queenaholic (Yeah!), I love musicm it's my life, the only thing that shakes my world (Well, perhaps it's not the only thing that does it, but it has the first prize). I also love Roxette and Metallica (I know they're not similar, but I loke them either way).

I love animals, in fact, I became a strict vegetarian (vegan) some months ago (8 months ago), and I'm doing well.

I also love books, I love reading Harry Potter, LOTR, and Jane Austen, Alexandre Dumas, Louisa May Alcott, and so on!!!

I live with two great cats, Albus and Minerva (Minerva's got one eye missing, but I love her!). And I live with mymum, also!!! I don't forget her!!!

Well, gotta go now. My time in the Internet Cafe is going to finish, and it's raining now, so I have to runto my house!!

Love!!!!