Reflecting

...and I'm not going out tonight, although it's Saturday. Sometimes I wonder why I'm the way I am, and why I'm not another way, why I do this but not the opposite. They look like such silly questions, but essential and too useful if we all asked them more often. There are lots of things most people don't see, don't notice, or don't care because they live in a hurry, as my friend Laura was telling me some minutes ago. Maybe it's because one has in mind other considerations, or uselessly expects others to look at the world in a different way, which wouldn't be totally fair either.
Some months ago, with my already mentioned friend I concluded in the fact that I was one of Cortázar's "cronopios". Then, I typed out my "discovery" in my MSN nickname, and every time someone asked me what that really meant, I showed them the following fragment:

“The Cronopios are lonely beings who let others be with them, are supportive and don't like injustices; they're authentic and always let the cat out of the bag because of being sincere and sensitive. Differently from the Famas, who prefer straight roads to arrive as soon as possible and save time, the Cronopios get easily amazed by those roads full of non-lineal diversions because of that way they may meet people, as well as they advance in an unpredictable way and stop every moment to pick a flower up or comtemplate a sunset.”

(my approximated translation of a fragment about "Historias de cronopios y de famas" -1962-, by Julio Cortázar)

...and that way I go on with my search, now knowing what I exactly was expecting from the others, without losing contact with those cronopios who have already been found halfway.

Don't Believe The Truth: I've Got It!

I'VE ALREADY GOTTEN MY OASIS CONCERT TICKET!!!

Yesterday midnight, while being online, my friend Dani -who I met at university thanks to a common girl friend and who did not come to my birthday :O- let me know, in a well-euphorically way, the tickets would be available to buy from today, Tuesday, from 10 AM in some "selling points". I think I died three times trying to click over the link she had sent me, but I did it, and could notice my friend didn't lie about such things and that's why she kept being my friend. So, I invited Faby, an university friend as well, to the conversation and the three of us tried to find out a way of buying the tickets the following day. However, Fabiana wasn't able to buy them yet and so I arranged to meet Daniela by myself. The greatest dilemma probably consisted in "FIELD or STALLS"??... Field tickets cost $ 60, and stalls ones doubled them in price and even more: $ 120/$ 150; of course that, in such situations, you don't consider the paying them as a hard thing, but we were trying to choose the best option. Invaluable VIP's of $ 300 were also there, staring us in a haughtly manner and seeming unreachable. After emotional crisis and a sleepy night, Dani and I decided to arrange the "meeting" once the sun has risen. Personally, I didn't sleep, but at 3 PM I met her in Florida 770, in the middle of the Capital city, so as to get our so desired tickets. Besides, she bought one more for a friend of her and I did the same for Seba -from university-, who had asked me if I could a while before leaving home. There weren't too many people and we liked that, because that gave us more hope to get them -let's say it's the first day, but they didn't do too much publicity-, and we did it so. Thanks to Sebastián's influences and other considerations, I preferred to buy field tickets, whereas Dani chose stalls. By the way, they happened to be more expensive ($ 75 + $ 7 -service :O-, mine).

Happy with our tickets saved between "T guides" -guides with maps of the city- so as not to spoil them, we started wandering -o getting lost- and I gave her an ice-cream as a present, which actually I owed her because I didn't know what "ir a cococho" meant. After not knowing where we were but relating everything we saw to Englishmen and helping us with some not-used "T guide", each of us came back to home.

Actually, rather than getting off at Lanús railway-station, I decided to get off earlier and pass by Griselda's to say hello, besides giving her ideas about how to get money so she may go to the concert too. Obviously, I make her wash her hands before touching this beautiful thing ("my precious..." ¬¬):

Let's wait till March 10th now!!

I hope the accurate counter I've put on the right of my blog will be helpful!

Viewers of our own movie

Heeey!!! How you guys doing???

When you thought my writing tradition have died, I turn up again with an more exclusive space (now's a real real BLOG :D) and a shorter URL. New year, new things to get used to and new blog as well... but, especially, new relationships. It seems crazy, but that's the way it is; it's been more than four years since I'd humbly started writing useless stuff sitting in front of a Word sheet, and as time went by I realized that had become an adiction, and I really liked to be in front of my computer from time to time, so as to retell special -o not too much- ocasions -now I realize all of them were that way, though-. And now I open it again, look back and watch a lot of images of high school and friends which suddenly appear in my mind... and, in that moment, maybe I didn't know how much they were worth... perhaps it's necessary to wait a little time or to lose things a little in order to learn and know their real value... and probably this is all what happens when reading that makes me have nostalgia about it. In spite of all the troubles that could've ocurred, memory is cruely selective and you just remember in detail the good moments, those which makes you want to go back in time and live the exact same situations once again, but this time with the acknowledgement of what they mean and the maturity gained because you've already been there.

Many days ago, going through my relatively huge Winamp playlist, suddenly I stopped at The Corrs - Would You Be Happier?. It ain't a song which sticks out by anything at first but, because of some reason, I had kept it in my "listenable-songs" folder. After the first two lines of the lyrics, I listened the phrase which had turn it into a kind of special song:

Did you ever dreamed you were the movie star with popcorn in your hand? I did... (I did... I did...)

and that was when I realized that was what I had been doing since a long time ago: to be part of my own movie, and act as a member of the audience at the same time or, in other words, to enjoy the story I was creating with the people who surround me, to read the book I'm writing with those special companies; and the fact is that, that movie, story and book aren't more than our own life, and our enjoying it depends on the attitude which we face it with. I think that having literally written that same story for a long time and feeling like doing it again in this opportunity, is a way of appreciating it and recognizing how interesting it may turn to be for the ones who are involved in it.

Last year I started that "space" in a similar way. Now that I have overcome first year at university, I can tell I could feel really comfortable, and that is, in a big part, because of the new friendships I was able to set up. Some of them have already dissolved, but there are a few who I'm sure that they've come to stay forever, although the different ways each of us could choose. Of course that the role of those friends who have been there for a long time is basic to be able to carry on and say the story you've been writing next to them is that interesting, so I hope they'll always be there -and doubt they give up- even though the distances and personal responsibilities. Finally, but not last, I have to highlight those (mainly you :P ) who, despite of not being able to be physically with me, have lastly been there and standed by me through long e-chatting hours, and, without any doubt, play a fairly important role.

As it couldn't be other way, I dedicate this blog to all those friends... I'm looking forward to your answers and a nice welcome, and altough it's not said very often, each of you knows how much you mean for me. Big hugs!