I've always wondered what my life would've been like if I'd grown in Brazil instead of here, and even though I can never know for sure what would have happened, or if it would have been better or worse, it would have UNDOUBTEDLY been different.

So one night in Manaus when everyone but me was asleep and I was particularly bored, I got thinking ( Read more... )

Hoy terminé de traducir a las 6:30, y me encontré con que no tenía nada que hacer. Trabajé super juiciosa todo el día para terminar temprano y "tener por fin un tiempito libre" porque no hago sino trabajar... y cuando lo logré, me pegué una aburrida la más hijueputa.

Le mandé a Juan Manuel el archivo que acababa de terminar y literalmente me quedé ( Read more... )

Pronto mi corazón no proporcionaba más alimento a mis pensamientos, y no me percataba de mi existencia más que por un profundo sentimiento de apatía

Disclaimer: I do not own Itazura na Kiss, it belongs to the wonderful Kaoru Tada.
A/N: This is posted at ffnet, but I feel like blogging today and so I'm posting it here too :P

Cocoon

“You two are such a mismatched couple.”

Naoki raised his eyes from his coffee and looked across the table at Matsumoto Reiko. He and Kotoko had run into her at the train ( Read more... )

So a few months back I wrote a post about how I was recently hooked on this anime, and I rambled on and on about how Naoki Irie was my ideal type of guy, and how crazy I was because I like mean guys.

Well. It's been four months now and I am so incredibly obsessed  with the story that it's ridiculous! It's really not, but my sister thinks I'm nuts. ( Read more... )

Ok, so when I wrote the previous post I was pleased, hence the status there, but when I typed it I was actually a little creeped out: my day keeps getting weirder and weirder, and it's not even 9 in the morning.

So I have a 6:30-2:00 PM shift today and I was walking towards the house where our office is at, when this guy (around my age, I gues) ( Read more... )

So lately I've gotten hooked on Itazura Na Kiss, an Anime by the late Tada Kaoru, and which is the perfect example of the kind of romantic comedies I enjoy so much. Lately (by which I mean the past year or so) I can't (i.e. I'd rather not) stomach drama, because I cry enough as it is, and have gravitated towards romances and comedies (and romantic ( Read more... )

It was PMS.

Damn it.

I don't know what's wrong with me today; actually, I think I'm PMSing a little, but I couldn't really say because, thanks to my irregular cycles, I can't tell if I'm really PMSing or if it's just regular "malparidez cósmica", as my mother says.

The fact is, I've been feeling down all day today, and it all started because I went to the hairdresser's ( Read more... )

How much more bizarre can this month get? Because I've had my fill of bad scares/news.

Seriously; Paula passed away in February from leukemia.

Just three weeks ago my baby sister had a tonsilitis so bad that it caused her to hyperventilate and we had to rush her to the emergency room because we thought she was having a stroke (yest, it was THAT bad ( Read more... )