I wanna hide from you, yes why-o-ew

Sometimes I want to be invisible.

You know, spy people and stuff. HAHA I’m kidding.

Sometimes I need to be alone and I need people not to be able to see me.

Today I’ve been feeling quite dizzy. It’s probably the weather that makes me feel tired. Tomorrow I have my English in-class essay and it feels that it’s the last thing I want to do in my life.

After quite a lot of weeks I’ve finally gone to Japanese Ab Initio. It was quite fun, we sang this song called “Sakura”, and it was so funeral that it didn’t sound like a Viva-the-spring-song. It actually sounded quite  tetric, like those songs that people in secret sects sing. ha ha ha

My Spanish essay deadline got postponed which is really good, Jesús is just like a father, really sympathetic

ICA was OK. I like getting known of all these things about China and stuff. It sounds vain but I feel so lazy lately….

Randomness, random thoughts.

Listening to: Devendra Banhart: Lover

Feeling: Not inspired, but cheerful.

I feel like jumping into the swimming pool, jumping with my clothes on, jumping like a frog while smiling (:D).

I want to dream that I am dreaming and wake up sleeping so I can keep dreaming.

Drums, people in the street rushing from here to there, traffic lights and traffic signs.

I wanna ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun until I’m

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hausted….

Do you know the feeling of looking at the air?

I remember once in summer looking at the warm air, it was like looking sea waves… It was.. Like being in another world. Floating in the nothingness, being on a boat going into a … hot hot volcano.

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I don’t like “El Gattopardo”, it annoys so much…. AAAAAAAAH I WANNA SHOUT in front of 1.3 billion people that I don’t like it. I wanna say it is bird sh*t. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA actually it is not that bad, but not feeling in the mood like writing a comparative essay on that stupid Italian book. (I sound teenager-istic, I like inventing words).

UP
Have you ever felt the air in winter, at 6 in the morning when the sun is COMING and you feel cold, you’re in the terrace with somebody else and looking at the virgin sunshines… That moment, I want to capture with my camera.

I really think music changes my mood. Sometimes I look at the mirror, and I can’t recognise myself. Maybe I don’t exist and I’m just product of my brain’s imagination, maybe none of people I know exist, maybe… I’m a little bit crazy, half-crazy, or totally crazy.

Whatever.

I’m gonna do my essay.

(((((My concentration)))))) ————————BIG ABYSM—————————–ME

Hiéreme

En muchas ocasiones uno es herido…

Pero de la herida sale un brote de fuerza y entereza.

Money matters and Amaroni’s

These days were killing. I worked quite a lot for my IA but in the last minute I remember this quote from Emperor Bao Dai that completely destroyed my theory…. Aaaah! The communists were the guilty ones!!! Whatever.. It doesn’t matter anymore because I ate so much today in Amaroni’s that I’d be able not to able for a couples of days… But I still think if it is a good idea to waste so much money… After paying the freaking prize for my art project.

Life sometimes sucks.

Sin título I

Puedo oir como el viento le susurra al pino enmarcado en mi habitación.
Las nubes emigran hacia otro país mientras que el sol se despierta.
Oigo el tic-tac. La necesidad básica me llama por dentro.

Hora de cenar.