what's up with interpretation?

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees.

William Wordsworth

cream cheese

Funny how the mind makes connections… I heard “cream cheese,” so I thought about bagels, so I remember how many bagels I used to eat in WAC whenever I didn’t like the food they had at the cafeteria. I used to spread cream cheese on a regular bagel and then pour sugar on top of the cream cheese. I picked that up from my trip to New York, the idea of having sweet cream cheese. yummie!!

marie y yo en peru... mae que merr, todavia esta aca y ya me hace falta...

cough

so i'm kind of sick, coughing (not too much) and a couple of days ago--after 3 translation exams on a row--my whole body was aching. now, it's just my left shoulder that's giving me hell. and i still have one more class to finish, a literature one, and i'll be free!! but i'm going back to work (tomorrow) after, what, a month and a half of "vacations" (that i asked for so i could finish the semester). why can't i win the lottery so i don't have to work anymore?? why? why? why?

oh well.

ok, so what's new.. last week i went for the first time to the soccer stadium to see our national team against Guatemala. and we won, but it was tough. and it rained a lot. a lot.

and i got the job as the assistant for the literature department in the universitiy. it's just 5 hours a week, they pay next to nothing but i get a scholarship and the other professors will get to know me so i'm happy with it.

then marie is leaving, we don't know exactly when...

i guess this is it for now.

MIO

Slow hands--Interpol

Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you�ve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet place
Can�t you see what you�ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now
Isubmit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what you�ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
Yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself
We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spies
Intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself

i know how hamlet felt

indecision, my mate... hamlet dear, i know how you must have felt... never feeling 100% happy about the job... i guess it's my prerogative to look out for more.

on turning 25

On turning 25

I’ve been planning writing this for weeks… I mean, a quarter of a century should be a landmark but now as I come to think of it, this is more of a recollection of all that has happened since I came back from WAC last year…

It was funny, you know, because at first, when I came back it was interesting to say “oh yeah, I came back last week, or two weeks ago, or last month” but then it was three months, six months, ten… until on May 17th it was one year… and that’s a lot… ok, so the funny thing is how my stay in WAC still tells me much about how I am and all the things I do.

So I went back home and tried to adapt, which was easy because I wasn’t away for long, and seeing my friends and family was great, though I still felt like I left a big part of me in WAC, or maybe all around the world where all my friends live.

I had a two month vacation, luckily, before going back to school and to my old job. I kept the tradition of going out on Thursdays with my friends to a bar called “Area City.” It is small, dark, filled with smoke, with good music, and the beer is cheap.

So life went on as usual. School, work, school… Actually, at the beginning of this year I took a second masters (yeah, I know, I’m crazy). And I have a boyfriend, Oscar. I am happy, he makes me happy, and being in a relationship with him makes me happy. I feel that things are so real now. (amorciño te amo)

So, for a while, I had been thinking about becoming a serious adult, you know, to have a real job. And I actually got one: full time at the Deposits Department in an Online Poker company. Really good environment and an incredible salary. But it just didn’t work out for me. I guess I’m not ready to be serious. Or maybe what the hell. I’m ok with my old job for now, and being a full timer would have taken time away from my studying so I guess I made the right choice.

I don’t plan to be in the sportsbook industry forever though. But I’m not sure if I want to be an English teacher either—I’m too nice with students. So I’m thinking of something else.

Then, my best friend Mariella is going to Barcelona to study. For three years. Of course I’m happy for her, and now I have the best excuse to include Barcelona in my future trip to Europe (when, I don’t know). But it hurts so badly, and literally, my heart is leaving for Barcelona.

I have never planned in my life. I’ve always studied, and that is what I’m good at, but I’ve never planned, I mean, I’ve never planned to be an English teacher or a translator. Anything can happen. And if I keep my fingers crossed, I might get a teaching assistance position in the Literature department for next semester. And that would be great.

So, this is my life. This is what came up in my head when I turned 25 (besides the monstrous hangover I had the day after my birthday). I feel like I’m in a transition mode, that I’m starting something new. I’m not saying that it’s happening just because I’m 25 but that it is happening. And I’m glad and scared at the same time. But I’m surrounded by the best people—eventhough some are so far away—and I have so many memories and so many happenings in my life now that all these things are making all that fear and joy worth it.