- I’ve translated several My Chemical Romance songs into spanish. Of course, I haven’t published them anywhere.
- I know a lot of song lyrics.
- I know the lyrics from “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Iron Maiden by heart. (This song lasts almost 14 minutes).
- My favourite sonnet by Shakespeare is Sonnet 57.
- I love to practice origami, even though I only know how to make a crane. I’ve made at least one hundred.
- I can make pretty good friendship bracelets.
- I am super shy so it’s hard for me to talk to strangers.
- I once played a Spyro video game for 10 hours when I was a teenager.
- I have a septum piercing. It hurt like crazy.
- I have a tattoo on my wrist. It’s the only one I’ve got so far, but I’ve got thousands of ideas for new ones (all I need is money).
- I love Quentin Tarantino’s films so much I almost bought a katana when I first saw Kill Bill.
- I’ve seen 12 bands live including: Iron Maiden (twice), Metallica, Paramore, 30 Seconds to Mars, Linkin Park, Foo Fighters, and some more which I don’t remember.
- I am not a morning person.
- My favourite book is “A Clockwork Orange”.
- One of my biggest desires is to learn how to play guitar (but I’m really good at Guitar Hero).
My wish since I was a 15-year-old, was to travel to a certain city. It’s a place where it rains a lot, the sky’s always gray and everyone speaks with a really awesome accent. Of course, I’m talking about London. And this is my ideal destination whether it is to
I’ve always preferred winter instead of summer, so London would suit my “weather taste”. I could improve my english while I’m there and I’d definitely go to every location where Sherlock was filmed. I’d eat fish and chips, drink tea and visit the Sherlock Holmes’ Museum. I’d do all the typical Londoners’ activities and would never get tired of hearing their lovely accents, even if it isn’t RP.
This city is like a fairy tale’s kingdom. Since I’m a Latin american girl, I’ve always dreamed of visiting the promised land, and this said territory is none other than London. Its streets filled with opportunities at every corner, the air thick with some kind of magic. There’s something enigmatic about London, some mystery trapped within the morning mist worthy of a good Sherlock Holmes’ story waiting to be unraveled. Not even with words may I describe the fantasy that lives in the heart of this city.
visit on several occasions or to move and live the rest of your life in this incredible location.
Every child goes through that phase called: “what do I wanna be when I grow up?”. Every time someone asked me that question, I changed my answer: Veterinarian, dentist, doctor, I even once said I wanted to be a pop star like Britney Spears (back then I used to listen to her a lot). But now, I’d reply something entirely different. An Interpreter.
For those of you who may not know, an interpreter is someone who assists people in a conversation who don’t speak the same language and translates what the other person is saying at the same time this person is talking. The interpreter can translate at conferences, private meetings, trials and even at glamorous events like The Oscars. To make it clear, an interpreter is not a translator. The translator is the only who writes his translation, whereas the interpreter communicates it to the other person.
If I had to explain why I this is my dream job then I’d say this: Interpreters (and translators) constitute an important part of our culture. Not only they allow us to communicate to foreigners, they link us to different countries, different identities, different customs, different people. They’re like bridges through which we can walk safely and enter a diverse kingdom, dominated by new and unknown things.
Besides, I know that everyone says “I can translate/interpret” just by having knowledge of another language, but it’s not so easy. Interpreters have to pay extra attention to what a person is saying, process what he just said, re-think it in another language and transmit it to the other person. It’s a challenging mental process that has to be executed in at least two minutes. The answer has to come out quickly, otherwise the interpreter will have to ask his client to repeat what he said all over again. And that’s not a sign of a good interpreter.
Interpreters are my role model, simply because they create magic by saying a few words in another language.
As a taurine, I love food. This is one of the most characteristic traits for a Taurus. And let’s face it, who doesn’t love food? it fills your stomach and makes you feel good and happy. So, I’m here to share my favourite foods.
Breaded-beek steak: You’re probably wondering: What the shit is this? Well is this:
And let me tell you, it’s one of the most delicious foods you’ll ever eat if you come to Argentina. It’s a traditional dish here and it’s one of the most easiest to make. You may eat it with mashed potatoes, a simple salad or, the most usual choice, fries. I may eat this dish day and night for an entire year and never get tired of it.
Here’s a recipe if you wanna try cooking it: https://snapguide.com/guides/cook-breaded-beef-steaks/. Leave a comment if you did!
Pizza: I believe this is everyone’s favourite food. How come you may not like it??? It’s bread with cheese. Who doesn’t love bread? WHO doesn’t love cheese?? We have a tradition at my house that every single friday, we order pizza and drink beer. There’s nothing better than a good pizza and a cold beer. But, putting pineapple in a pizza is a deadly sin that should be punished as soon as possible. I swear. It’s horrible.
These are my favourite foods of all time. Since I am a glutton, if I ever mentioned all the foods I like to eat, I would never finish.
First off, I had to google these expression since I was unaware such term existed. Second, there are few thing that really annoy me, and if you wanna make me angry you really have to try hard. But once I do get angry, hell is on the loose. So, now I’m going to describe the five things that annoy me the most.
- People who walk slowly when I’m in a rush: this happens to me a lot. I’m usually late no matter what I do, and that means that, when I walk to get to my destination, I look like a bloody cheetah. No kidding. Even my mom told me I walk too fast. And when I wanna get my full cheetah powers out, there are tons of elderly people aka turtles blocking my path. And this gets me on my nerves every single time.
- People who push me on the street and do not apologize: This is somewhat related to the previous point. Whenever I push someone while walking, I look at the other person and say “Sorry” even though I’m still in cheetah mode. But, when I’m walking slowly and just trying to appreciate my surroundings, I’d love for people not to bump into me, or at least to apologize. Every time this happens, I usually curse them under my breath.
- When my parents ask me whether I did something or not: When I have a test coming, I usually put a note where I can clearly see it, and that include my parents so they are not asking me about my curricular activities. So the most usual question they make is: “Are you studying for that test?” “Is it hard?” “You should be studying right now instead of being on the computer”. I know they’re showing concern and all that parent stuff, but is it really necessary to ask me whether I started studying? I am a grown up and I know what I have to do, but it seems my mom and dad don’t understand this yet.
- People who talk to me while I’m wearing headphones: I know this is an annoying thing for a lot of people, but for me, this is ULTRA ANNOYING, and I have to use caps because I hate this with all my heart. I love music with all my heart, there’s not a single that represents me more than music. I strongly believe that my music taste truly defines me as a human being and completes me. Also, I have a tendency to listen to music really loud, to shut all the exterior noise out. So, whenever someones forces me to exit my personal paradise, my blood boils. Literally. Specially if I’m listening to a really good song even though I had heard it thousands of times. It gets on my nerves every single time it happens.
- People who talk to each other at the cinema: I have a special rule when I go to the cinema with my mom, since she likes to make annoying comments throughout the film: Do NOT talk to me until the movies is over. I hate it. Specially when she asks things like: “Who is that guy?” “Why are they going to that place?” “Why are they doing that?”. And every time, I tell her: I do not know mom, SHUT UP. I remember once when we went to watch The Hateful Eight by Quentin Tarantino (If you haven’t seen it, please go watch it, it’s a masterpiece) and there were two ladies who were talking to each other about who had killed one of the main characters. And, I’m sorry, but my patience has a limit. So, I turned to them and said: “Could you please stay quiet so I can enjoy the movies?”, needless to say I was glaring at them with fury reflected on my eyes. So, they apologized and finally shut up. This is, without a doubt, the thing that makes my insides boil with fire and rage.
So, If you don’t wanna get on my bad side ever in your life, please, do not do any of these things.
Sorry I wasn’t able to publish anything in these two days. College is demanding my attention with some finals that are coming up, so I may not be able to publish the challenge entries on time.
I apologize in advance and thanks for following my blog 🙂
I’m currently single and I am okay with it. But of course, there’s the little bug of loneliness which makes its appearance and makes you feel miserable. And that little bug annoys me to no end. One day I may feel truly happy about my current sentimental status and the next minute I may be watching “Crazy, Stupid Love” and crying because I don’t have a boyfriend like Ryan Gosling.
Being single does have its advantages like having free time to think about yourself and what you may do to improve your well-being. Going out with your friends, starting new hobbies and doing the things you love are also other pros of being single.
But, now it’s time for the cons. The main disadvantage of being single is wondering whether you will find someone who will love you for who you are and with whom you will share all the activities mentioned above. There is nothing more sweet than watching your favourite tv show and eating pizza with that special person.
Sometimes I want to stay single for as long as I can, and enjoy my “freedom”. Other times, I look at a couple on the street being all sweet and immediately feel like I am an unwanted plastic bag floating in the air.
My only advice is that you should enjoy your single and taken stages as fully as you can. Life is full of opportunities, so we should take the little things we get.
I’ve never really “analysed” myself in order to say what is good or bad about me. But, in this case, I’ll give it a try.
The good, I believe, is my kind personality. I am a sweet person. People always tell me how adorable I am, and they always say that I am considerate. I myself cannot give faith for this since I don’t even know what I like about my own personality. But, I’m sticking to what other people tell me. However, I do believe that this kindness and goodness is my best side.
The bad is something completely awful. That is my selfishness. I do think about other people, I think whether they need my help or not, but from time to time I just get that feeling where I say: “to hell with everyone else, I need to take care of myself”, but I dislike it every time I think about it. The people who I care about always ask me whether I’m okay or if they can help with something, and that makes me feel bad whenever I exclude everyone out of my personal wishes and desires. But, I do believe that sometimes, this selfishness is a necessary evil in order to move on with our lives.
The ugly. I would say my body, but I’m learning to really appreciate my physical appearance so I’ll describe something else. My ugly side comes out of its cage whenever someone insults something I like, for example a band or a tv series. My nerves totally collapse and inner beast breaks free. I even fought with my mom once when she said Benedict Cumberbatch wasn’t that good of an actor. My narrow-minded way of thinking can’t tolerate any criticism. Nothing whatsoever. And that’s something which I find disgusting, but I cannot help myself. That’s my fangirl heart showing its true colours.
The three sides (in this case) of a single person: me.
What I write?
Only the things I want to express. The things I want to share and feel like I want to get out of my chest. They’re not things which will change the world or make someone feel better but there may be some people who like it and may even relate to it. I’m not even trying to seek for fame, I don’t even plan on being a famous blogger since I doubt many people will like the sad story of a young adult who complains about eveything.
I write things which mean something to me.
Why I write?
I said it before: to let it all out. I overthink things too much. I feel like that the biggest problem our generation may have to deal with. I’ve tried countless of times to write a decent blog, just like any other teenager, but it didn’t work. Now, I have the resolve to actually write about stuff that happen to me and that I think about.
Where I write?
I write here. In this blog. On a cold computer screen. I wish I had a typewriter. In fact, my mom has one, but the spacebar doesn’t work appropiately and I can’t write even a single line. So, instead of using those cute little artifacts our grandparents used to send letters, this century’s equal to the typewriter is a computer.
I write things that express who I am in order to free my mind of unwanted thought.
In order to get my blog updated on a regular-ish basis, I’ve decided to start a “blog challenge”. I like to write and express my opinion. It’s like therapy but without paying another person to listen to your blabberings. Either way, it’s a really good opportunity to keep my mind at ease.
I hope you like it c:
(Credit for the picture goes to the blog on the watermark)