Listen Carefully

[Lately I've been very disperse and I have posted many things at a time. This has been for my own personal situation, of course, and because I've been quite away from here. Before I used to blog from work but this summer I've been off work and now, at my current job, I don't use a computer. Imagine, I miss blog-reading every morning first thing. So, since I don't come that often, I write all what has been bugging me in the same post. I am going to try to keep only one subject at a time, now. But this is going to be a short post.]

I am late, I know. This is about the Pope Benedict XVI. We all already know what he said, right? Briefly, he said that 'his' God isn't as violent as other's. I didn't hear the proper words, so maybe I am mistaking in what he exactly said, but what he meant is that Catholic religion is best.
I have always "hated" when people has made statements as they were facts. I do them, as well, as I am human. You can read back. Though, I really try not to do them.
I have already talked about how I don't like how people uses the word "important", "normal" or actually any statement that does not go with the "my point of view" or such, part. So, that's why I am not going to say HOW WRONG was the Pope. Yeah, I am saying he was wrong and this is an statement. But, c'mon guys, you are with me, right? Actually, he, the Pope, is with me.
Why I came today (today because I didn't have time the last few days) to talk about that is because he said, when he gathered with the heads or people representing other religions in Italy (or something like that), that they have to find a way to accept each other's religions and to get closer.
I really couldn't help it laughing.
Come on, only the fact that there is more than one religion would already make me think that somehow we are doing something wrong. Listen, I am not saying at all that God does not exist, because she may or may not exist, but it isn't my business to decide so. This is something we all feel. What I am saying is that religion has to be totally wrong. This is my opinion.
What is obvious and I have heard saying to many religious chiefs, is that there is one God, how it is called is something else. So, OK. Let's say I accept the existence of God (whether I do or not, is only my business as it is only your business if you do or don't), fine. Then, what then, even the religions that have the same God are different. Because, the Jews, the Catholics, the Protestants, the Anglicans, the Mormons... don't they actually have the same God? Because saying that Catholic God and Islam's God is the same is harder to believe, because the difference between "religions" (note the inverted commas, i.e. not Faith; note the capital letter) is something man-made. Absolutely. Faith is Faith and it is only in the within of each one of us. Religion is just like the skin.
So, OK, I was saying I accept that God exists. Fine. Then, what religion should I follow? This is where I realise that religion is something I don't need.
Right now, many Muslims around the world are celebrating Ramadan. I will have to wait a few more months until Lent. I don't eat much meat, but I should not eat meat on Fridays. This is quite common in the UK. Here in Spain, not at all, only Good Friday.
Why is that? Why does "my" God (I say my because I grew up in this society, it could have been any other) let me eat anything and "my neighbour's God" does not? Wasn't the same one?
I am not going to start speaking about the whys of the differences between religions, i.e. not eating pork, cow; fasting, Ramadan, Christmas, Hanukkah... Just check the Wikipedia or any other source.

Ufff... it is being very hard to explain myself.
I don't mean to insult anyone, of course, when I say that religions are wrong. My thoughts are clear: Faith is Faith and your Faith should never interfere with your social life or any other aspect of your life. What I am trying to say is that your Faith should stay in your house and don't ever let that create a fight between you and your friends or neighbours. This has happened. Even between members of a family.
And what is worse: I have a friend who died because his religion didn't let him have an operation. hmph... [no words].
What I also want to say is that, if in any case we should have a religion we should have ONE. (I won't discuss the Social Work they do –as opium–, not building things, that they do as well, but this isn't the most important.) What we should do is unify them. Yeah, right, I am against Globalization, almost for anything. But, hey, if this is supposed to be a truth de facto, a dogma, why is it regional? Why it isn't de jure? Idon't get it.

Well, I don't know if you have understood me. But I must go now.
I don't know if I have understood myself. But I am hungry.
T-time.

City life

Lily Allen : LDN
"Alright,Still", Regal Zonophone Records, 2006

Riding through the city on my bike all day
'Cause the filth took away my licence
It doesn't get me down and I feel ok
Cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless

Everything seems to look as it should
But I wonder what goes on behind doors
A fella looking dapper, but he's sittin with a slapper
Then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore

You might laugh you might frown
Walkin' 'round London town

Chorus
Sun is in the sky oh why oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?
Sun is in the sky oh why oh why
Would I wanna be anywhere else?

When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
you can see it's all lies

There was a little old lady, who was walkin' down the road
She was struggling with bags from Tesco
There were people from the city havin' lunch in the park
I believe that it's called al fresco
Then a kid came along to offer a hand

But before she had time to accept it
hits her over the head, doesn't care if she's dead
'Cause he's got all her jewellery and wallet

You might laugh you might frown
walkin' 'round London town

Repeat chorus

When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
you can see it's all lies

Life, that's city life, yeah that's city life, that's city life
Life, that's city life, yeah that's city life, that's city life

Repeat chorus x 4

One

Today one year ago, I was bored at that horrible Real Estate office and I was, as usual, diving on the net. I was checking what was new and hot at Google and I discovered Blogger. I wasn't, then, a blog reader but I became. Also, on that day, I became a blog owner.

I opened my account at Blogger trying to escape from the boredom at work (the time it says is wrong, I guess I hadn't changed it to GMT+1 yet).

Now, still, I am not writing everything in here and spending most of my time with it, but I have another blog, I read other blogs almost every day and even have met so many very nice people through it –one of them even in flesh (:P).

So, today, Ten to the Dozen is one year old. Since November last year I have had about seventeen hundred visits. And this will only be post number ninety.
Thank you all of you, guys, who come around here, because you make my day with your comments.

[The cake was made by my sister-the-chef to celebrate my birthday, that was on the 14th but we partied last night. It was absolutely delicious –still have half of it, wanna some?]

Back to Life, back to reality!

Bueno, ya he vuelto a mi tierra. A mi pueblo. A mi piso. A mi tranquilidad.

¡Qué descanso!
Llegué aneteayer. Ayer fue mi cumpleaños. Veinticinco. Yo estoy contento. Es un número bonito. Tiene fuerza. Además, ya es una edad en la que tienes que empezar a ser adulto. A ver si me consideran adulto de una vez. ¿Tendrá algo que ver que yo no me comporte como tal?
Además, ayer empecé a trabajar. Esta vez vuelvo a ser camarero en un café con mucho encanto. Es un sitio genial, mi hermana es chef allí por las noches (pero no nos vemos ya que yo voy de mañanas). Trabajo con una amiga y nuestros jefes son muy majos –ya les conocía de antes. La verdad es que echaba de menos ser camarero. Me gusta. Pero no echaba de menos el dolor de pies y el levantarme pronto. Supongo que me acostumbraré, tan solo es el segundo día tras casi cuatro meses sabáticos.
De los exámenes aún no sé nada y hoy es mi noveno día sin fumar. Sí, sé que en enero dije que dejaba de fumar, pero fue imposible. Lo intenté varias veces durante el año, pero siempre surgía algo. Me he pasado el verano convenciéndome y al fin ha dado frutos. Mi hermano y yo quedamos que dejábamos de fumar juntos pero él, al día siguiente, ya estaba fumando. Al día siguiente de mi último examen, el día 7 de septiembre, fue mi primer día sin fumar. Dejé de fumar. O, mejor dicho, empecé a dejar de fumar. Pensé que sería difícil, especialmente viviendo con un fumador. Pero lo superé. Y superé estar con otros fumadores. ¿Cómo? A base de chocolate (Milka con leche y sin almendras ni nada).
Mi move a Londres... no sé cuando va a ser. Más temprano o más pronto. Ya veremos.

Y así están las cosas. No he recibido regalos de cumpleaños materiales. Sólo el placer de estar con parte de mi-gente querida y el mejor regalo de todos: la voz.

Listening to: "It's Good to Be in Love" - Frou Frou - "Details"

Beautiful Stranger

I said a few days ago that I was going to watch the movie "Gadjo Dilo" and I finally did yesterday.

I had asked my sister to get the movie from another library with the Inter-Library loan service. It happened to be in VHS, which I don't have, so I was waiting to go one day to her house to watch it, but then I moved here and I didn't have the opportunity. So, she watched the movie and told me it was very boring. Though, I watched it last night and I loved it, really.

The movie goes about this French guy whose father had a tape of a Romany singer called Nora Luca and goes to Romania to find her and record her. But what he finds in Romania is more than what he expected.
I think it is a great movie full of very nice images and wonderful music. Also, there is a scene that is so significant for me: he is walking away of a Gypsy village and everyone is calling him thief. He, the "giant" gadjo dilo (i.e. crazy stranger), the pale-faced, was being yelled at while he was leaving; they were shouting he'd steal their hens.
I really thought that scene was meaningful as, normally, what happens is the other way around.
Almost a year ago I talked about the Gypsies in Barcelona. It is real pity that we think that way. When I explained the try-to Gypsy robbery, I didn't make any prejudgement. Of course, they could be non-Gypsies on a disguise. But, as far as I know, they were.
Along this year I have been thinking about the Roma People a few times. At least in Spain, I have seen many times Gypsies in the trains begging. They say mostly the same, always. They say "io vengo de la Romanía" (the "io" is how they say "yo", i.e. I). I always thought that when they were saying Romanía they really meant Rumanía which is the Spanish for the Eastern European country's name. But, no. Romanía is the Spanish for Roma (people). Which made me think a lot on the difference we see between the Spanish Gypsies (which we call Gitanos) and the "proper" Gypsies, which are those nomad people who come from Eastern Europe and the Balkans. Of course, there is not really much relation between calés and payos. "Calé" are how Spanish Gypsies call themselves (i.e. Rom), and "payo" how they call us, whiteys (i.e. gadjo). I am not talking about the famous ones like Lola Flores and her family, Joaquín Cortés or Farruquito.
There are whole Calé boroughs in any major city of Spain. Even one here in Eivissa, called Sa Penya (i.e. The Crag, as it is in the lower part of the Old Town situated on the rock). Many people has told me over the summer that they would never go through those streets. Though, when my friend was here, we were wandering around and we got in. There was a whole family having dinner in the street and the patriarch made them to let us pass. Obviously, I said 'thank you' but, I had a prejudgement: when we were in the end of the street I thought "When are they gonna come to rob us?" They didn't. I was an arsehole (although it didn't get out of my brain).
There are many in Barcelona. I think their borough is called La Mina (The Mine), if I am not wrong. I have a friend who works there and he was invited to a wedding and he showed us the video. Their wedding consists, mostly, in the virginity check-out (which is painful to her and then the mother or someone goes around with the blood-spotted handkerchief showing that she was a virgin) and then they are brought out on shoulders and thrown sugared almonds (peladillas) for a while (like big big rice grains) and then, the already husband and wife, dance between all of them while the rest sing some song I can't remember ( gigi or something).
In the movie there is an scene of a marriage too but it goes different: more like the Ancient Roman marriage (where they pretended to kidnap the wife). The father shouts and cries saying that he won't let the groom get his daughter. Then, they share some Vodka and hug. Then they dance and sing. Easy, huh? (Much better than the boring sermons at Christian Churches.)
The virgin thing is surprising: they talk about the virginity of their daughters aloud and in public. "We" wouldn't do that. Not even our own.

A book I read not long ago ("¿Qué son las lenguas?" , which translates to "What are Languages?", by Enrique Bernárdez) talks about the word "gadjo". I wrote it down but I have lost the paper, and I don't have the book here. So, if I am not wrong, he says the word "gadjo" or "gadzo" is the masculine of "gadzi" which comes from the name of the Indian Goddess Kali. What surprises me of that (now that I am trying to recall what I read) is that Kali is the Black Madonna (Like the Virgin of Montserrat) in Catalunya or the one of Częstochowa in Poland). This is weird because they are normally darker than "us". But, anyway, I am not sure of that now. I'll have to check it again.
The funny thing of this is that Bart Simpson, in the Spanish dub, calls "gachí" to the "chicks". So, it must have something to be with the word "gadzi", I guess.

There is something that is very interesting. I am not an expert in music or in the Roma culture, but it seems to me that there is a big difference between the traditional Gypsies of Spain or those in the rest of Europe. In Spain they play Flamenco or Cante Jondo. In other countries such France they play traditional Romany music. There is an obvious distinction between different Roma communities because of dialect they speak or origin. Those in Spain, are one of the variants. But, as I see, there is more than language and situation; there is also the clothing, the culture, and so on.

We know nothing about the Roma People, really. We think they are just thieves. Of course, there are, truly. But we can't say that all Russia is a big Mafia family because what we see here in Spain. We can't generalize so much. There are nice, good, humble, honest Calé and Rom, surely. As there are good Catholics or whiteys, I guess.
We should never take things for granted. But, unfortunately, this is just "Human Behaviour".

Again, there is some stuff I wanted to say but I have missed the track.
Please, check the site of the Romani Project in Manchester.
"Gadjo Dilo" is part of a trilogy. Although, I think Tony Gatlif has more than three Gypsy realted movies.
I really like Romain Duris.

There is a song by Mecano that I really like which talks about a Gypsy woman. There is a French version that I like a lot as well. My favourite bit sings:

D'un gitan cannelle
Naquit l'enfant
Tout comme l'hermine,
Il était blanc,
Ses prunelles grises
Pas couleur olive
Fils albinos de lune
"Maudit sois tu, bâtard!
T'es la fils d'un gadjo
T'es le fils d'un blafard."
Dis-Moi Lune d'Argent – Mecano – Aidalai (France)

I couldn't find any video (a part of this one), but here there is the song:
[Lyrics]

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Listening to "Disparaitra" by Rona Hartner, Petre Badea, Valentin Rotary from the album "Gadjo Dilo (Un film de Tony Gatlif)", the OST of the movie (which I have before seeing the movie).

No lo entiendo

No lo entiendo. El artículo número dieciséis de la constitución española promete que se garantiza la libertad de ideología y el veinte la libertad de expresión. Sin embargo, Ruiz-Gallardón veta a Rubianes. No lo entiendo.

Hace muchos años, el actor gallego, vino a mi pueblo a hacer un espectáculo. Apenas me reí. No me gusta su humor ni su manera de hacerlo. Cuando salió en "El Club", el programa de TV3 en el que expresó su opinión acerca de la unidad de España, le vi en directo. No me gustaron sus palabras, porque eran feas. Estoy de acuerdo con él en lo que respecta a esta unidad de España de la que tanto les gusta hablar y tanto les gusta decir que se ha roto por culpa de los catalanes. Sin embargo, estoy de acuerdo que esa no era manera de decirlo. Pero tampoco creo que vetarlo hará que la situación mejore. Sí, esto hace apaciguar los que se quejan (que son la minoría, gracias a dios). Pero, ¿durante cuanto tiempo puedes hacer que un artista que le gusta a tanta gente y que ha trabajado tanto en este país, no trabaje? Y lo que es peor, como alcalde de una ciudad tan grande como Madrid, Sr. Ruiz-Gallardón, en la que residen gentes de todas las nacionalidades y partes de España y, por supuesto, de todas las ideologías, ¿con qué derecho elige una opción como la válida y no las demás? Es decir, ¿por qué no ha hecho callar a todos los que se quejan y envían amenazas en vez de darle un portazo a alguien que sólo ha expresado su opinión?
Es anticonstitucional vetar a Rubianes por expresar su opinión, está claro, ¿no?
Pero, ¿va contra la ley lo que hizo? No lo creo, sino ya le hubieran multado o lo que fuera. Además, hubieran multado también a TVC, y demás.
Sé que quemar una rojigualda es ilegal. Lo sé porqué en mi pueblo hay un tipo que fue a la cárcel por ello. Sin embargo, ¿qué pasa con las palabras de Rubianes? Si no son ilegales (¿alguien lo sabe?) y si están de acuerdo con la constitución (ya que es su ideología y su expresión), ¿por qué no denuncian a Ruiz-Gallardón al Tribunal Constitucional?

No lo entiendo y me parece muy fuerte toda esta situación. Por cosas como estas es cuando a mí, que no soy separatista, me entran ganas de separarme.

Imagen extraída de aquí.

Hoy

Gracias, Mecano.



Mecano – "El 7 de septiembre" – Aidalai

Day one

So I have finally finished the course. Yesterday I took the last of the possible exams of this year. So, now I am done.

Something interesting happened in the exam: when waiting to go in, I looked a guy who was standing a couple of meters from me. He was really handsome but he had a prayer beads around his neck. Perhaps it was to bring him luck. Or, perhaps, he memorized his text book like a prayer. So, I was looking at him, and he was looking at me. He must not have been from the island because he seemed to have the same problem I had in June, with the system. So, when he came into the room I was already sitting and he looked at me when he passed by. He finished before than me and, when he left, he looked at me, turning back when he was at the door. I thought when I would finish I would find him there, waiting. But, nah... nothing. Pity, because it would have proven movies right.

To celebrate, my brother and I were supposed to go out but things became weird. A cousin of ours is in the island and we were going to meet, but he called to cancel. Also, my all-times best (girl)friend is here with her partner and her child. We had arranged to meet to go out (she hasn't gone out since she got pregnant, so it was quite a thing) but I was going to cancel for the cousin thing, because my brother had arranged already, but, then, when he canceled, we decided to meet in the end. So, they went to Pachá to had dinner and they were going to stay there for dancing. So we went. Was fantastic, because we were in the list. Ha! Great. I felt like Carrie Bradshaw! Also, I was wearing my Ted Bakers, my favourite shoes. Although, it wasn't the first time I was on a list, this time it felt great.
So, we were chatting and dancing all night and we had so much fun. The only problem is that there was way too many people. Many of them English. And they were rude. They thought that they owned the place. Even one guy, fat guy, was so rude to me making like he wasn't hearing me when I was telling him very kindly "Excuse me, can I pass through?". After a couple of times, he looked at me and pointed at the next person, different direction of where I was going. So I had to make myself space to pass. At the moment, there were few women making and spectacle and they were very pretty: I bet the stupid fat rude English prick was looking at them as he has never had the opportunity to see one naked woman in real life. Listen, dude, I have! You loser!
Oh, god! Those people get on my nerves. Not the English people, I mean the rude people who think they are better than anyone. Only one guy said "sorry" to me. Yeah, he was British, but, hey, he was Indian or Pakistani descendant.
Drunken and drugged idiots. Lots of ladies who thought they looked pretty and they just looked like hookers. Lots of stupid Italian "children" with sunglasses. A guy threw up in front of me. Then, we moved, and we were just there quietly and a girl made us move because her friend who had a broken leg and was on a wheelchair, wanted to be where we were. So, they pushed. Then, a friend of her, who was old and ugly, was pushing me around. I hated that. But at least, one of the friends of the stupid-I-bet-she-broke-her-leg-behaving-like-a-child-just-because-she-was-in-Sunny-Spain girl, was real hot. And, from time to time, he was using his t-shirt to wipe his face and I could see his six-packer. Though, he was not the kind of guy I like. At all. He seemed from a Bel Ami movie (never seen one, actually), but, for some reason, I thought he was so good looking. He looked at me, but I don't think he was ready to get out of the closet, yet. Cuz he was so gay.

Anyway, so I have finished in this island. Next Wednesday I am flying to Barcelona. Then, I'll be preparing my move. Will see what happens.

Najwa Nimri – "So Often" – "Walkabout"

Today is so boring
It's gonna start today
So often

I'm gonna change my ways
So often
(...)

Image taken from here.

"Do you feel guilty for being so good looking?" 2a parte

Se me olvidó comentar el hecho absurdo que parece que la belleza realmente importa más a los hombres que a las mujeres. O al menos a los productores de televisión. ¿No os habéis fijado que las chicas de las series son, por lo general, más guapas que los hombres (son guapos)? Fijaros en Friends, por ejemplo, Chandler está claro que guapo no es, pero tampoco va de ello. Ross, pse... va a gustos, pero no es un adonis, eso está claro. Y Joey, de verdad, ¿a quién le parece guapo? Hay un montón de escenas en que hablan de su culo y, por el amor de Dios [i.e. Madonna], es grande y feo. Además, no le he visto sin camiseta, pero parece fofo. Y que nariz más fea, y eso que a mí me gustan los narizotas.
El otro día vi "Anita no perd el tren" ("Anita no pierde el tren"), que la daban en la 2 y Rosa Maria Sardà hizo un comentario del culo de Coronado. Me pregunto, el guionista, ¿ya sabía que iba a ser él quien iba a interpretar el personaje? Porque se equivocó de pleno.
Bueno, esto es todo.

"Do you feel guilty for being so good looking?"

Vale, ya está bien de tanta película. Sólo voy a decir que el título del post es una cita de la que vi ayer: "Latter Days". Bueno, diré que me gustó y que incluso lloré. [Hacía tanto que necesitaba llorar...]

De lo que hoy quiero hablar es de la belleza. Hoy lo he dicho pero lo he dicho tantas veces, que me debería cansar, pero no es así. Son esas pequeñas chispas de sabiduría que todos tenemos (qué vanidoso ha sonado esto) y que nos gusta compartir.
Todos conocemos la frase hecha "Todo depende del color del cristal con que lo miras", ¿verdad? ... Tomo eso como un sí. Pero es que yo siempre he dicho que la sabiduría popular es la más sabia de todas. A cualquier duda, miramos el refranero y encontraremos la solución (esto ha sido un poco exagerado: a bastantes dudas). Lo cierto es que todo cambia, todo evoluciona, e incluso los refranes. Recuerdo cuando llevé a mi gata por primera vez al veterinario y, a una distancia de dos metro dijo: "¡Uy, qué gata más bonita!" La verdad es que es adorable, pero yo me quedé con la duda de cómo lo había sabido de un vistazo (la llevaba en brazos, así que no podía ver si tenía ubres). Le pregunté y me contó que la expresión "Buscarle los tres pies al gato" era incorrecta y que en vez de pies, le deberíamos buscar los pelos. Buscarle tres pies a un gato es fácil: tiene cuatro, pero pelos... Sí, me diréis, tiene millones. Pero se refiere a los colores. Un gato macho no puede tener tres colores de pelos. Dos sí, cuatro también, pero tres sólo las hembras. Me dijo.
Con lo del cristal creo que se puede entender de dos maneras. La primera es obvia: el vaso lleno o vacío. La segunda, que es la que me interesa hoy, es de el cristal refiriéndose a los ojos de uno. ¡Cuántas veces no nos habrá pasado que le hemos dicho a nuestra amiga querida: "¡Valla bollicao acaba de entrar por la puerta!" No, yo tampoco; nunca usaría una expresión así. Yo soy más de "Oh, aquél chico tiene un Dostoyevski en las manos, parece un chico interesante, voy a hablar con él y debatir sobre la situación de Rusia en la actualidad..." (Yeah, right!) Bueno, el caso es que entra un chico guapo y yo se lo comento a mi amiga y ella dice: "¿Ese? ¡Vamos, hombre!" ¿Me seguís? A ella no le gusta el chico que yo encuentro tan guapo. ¿Por qué? ¿Es que de frente es guapo pero de perfil no? No, simplemente ella tiene diferente gusto.
Esto me lleva a pensar en lo del cristal. Y en otras expresiones como "Tú, que me ves con buenos ojos" o "La belleza está en el interior". ¡Mentira! La belleza está en el exterior. Pero super exterior, super fuera. Tan fuera que no está en ti: está en la otra persona. En los ojos de la otra persona (o mejor dicho en el cerebro). Además va a modas. Antes eran los tipos como John Wayne o como dirían nuestros padres "yon baine". Pasaron los años, gracias a Dios [es decir, gracias a Madonna] y se pusieron de moda los chicos como Brad Pitt en "Thelma & Louise". Luego no sé qué pasó, que las chicas se volvieron locas y les empezó a gustar tipos como el DiCaprio. ¡Egh! Nunca lo entendí. Lo peor es que esto ha seguido y ha invadido otros ámbitos como el de la música. En 2002 Gareth Gates queda segundo en el programa británico Pop Idol. En 2005 Sergio Rivero gana Operación Truño. ¿Parecidos razonables?
Bueno, dejemos esto.
El caso es que está claro que la belleza no es algo permanente. Es algo que va y que viene. Rubens pensaba que la belleza de una mujer era algo totalmente diferente a lo que se piensa hoy en día. O al menos hace unos años (¿todavía se llevan las mujeres esqueléticas?). Así que a lo mejor todos esos chicos que se matan en el gimnasio se encontrarán llenos de músculos de aquí a unos años y el estilo niño figa flor (¿mosquita muerta?) será lo que se llevará. Bueno, los tíos que se jodan (yo no me preocupo mucho), las mujeres a descansar.
Todo esto viene a que últimamente he recibido unos cuantos cumplidos, piropos. Thank you guys! Sobretodo a raíz de las fotos con Super-SuperSonicGirl cuando nos encontramos en esta isla.
La verdad es que hacía un tiempito que tenía un poco de complejo de feucho. Supongo que por estar rodeado de chicos guapos descamisados. [Momento Homer Simpson diciendo "Chocolaaaateee".] No es que ahora me considere un Sex Simbol, ni mucho menos. Sólo me siento mejor.
Creo que es sólo eso. Cuando te sientes bien contigo mismo la gente lo nota.
Yo seguiré confiando en lo de la inteligencia que al menos me va a durar más que la belleza. (Espero nunca tener Anzheimer.)
Y ahora me voy a dormir de inmediato que mañana me levanto pronto para hacer un examen. Hacer... suspender... ¿Inteligencia? Mañana me voy al gimnasio en vez.

Escuchando: Anna Maria Jopek, album: "Niebo"

Imagen modificada del original.

"I am a headliner!"

When I was a child, like any other kid, I would wake up early on Sunday morning. When I say early I mean like at 7am.

Today, you turn on your TV at this time, when the Sun hasn't come up yet, and you can see a whole variety of children programs. When I was a kiddo it wasn't like that. For start, we only had three channels (first and second channel of TVE, i.e. TVE1 and TVE2 and the first channel of TVC, i.e. TV3). And the children programming wasn't good yet –we hadn't started to trust in the nanny Mrs Telly. So, I would wake up and play videos of Asterix or whatever we got. When I got bored of them, I played all the videos we had. "Pretty Woman", "Sister Act" and the second part (the title of this post is a quote of this film). And my favourites were: "Grease" and "Clash of the Titans". I saw the Travolta movie a couple of years ago and I was surprised that the movie had turned into a whole different thing over the years: now I understand the hidden and not so hidden jokes, like when I think Stockard Channing and that guy with the holes in the face were making out in the car, since I had a very bad copy, that scene was very dark and with noise so I thought it was starting to rain when they were talking about 'plastic' but they were really talking about condoms. "Clash of the Titans" is a real classic (with also Maggie Smith, as in the "Sister Act"'s).
Well, then I grew up a bit more: we had more channels out of a sudden. Up to seven! Imagine, now we complain with our only 20 channels in the DTTV, and back then we weren't complaining. The thing is, back then, there was no other thing. Now we have Cable and Satellite TV as well (you can't envy what you don't know).
Also, we had a sudden grow of Video Rentals in my town. As well of a population grow. There was a family who moved to my town when I was a teenager that had the same surname as mine and one of the daughters was called like my younger sister (although, she is older than me). And they would mess up in the Video Rentals (no cards with magnetic bands or micro-chips back then!) and they would tell us that we had whatever movie at home and we hadn't rent it. So, one day, my sister rented "Reality Bites" and forgot to give it back. So, when I went to the Rental again, I just said that it wasn't us who had rented it. And it worked. The movie is still at my mom's, I guess.
So we watched it over and over. I could tell the lines as if it was my lessons. I would quote it all the time, I would cover my school folder with pictures of it (we already had Internet, though) and quotes. Imagine, such a freak. That's why I wasn't getting late, LOL!
I like to watch the movies I have seen and liked long time ago because I find totally different things then. And I really like to watch them now in English, if they are in that language original. But I was very over RB, actually. I really don't know how many times I watched it but, hey, way too many. Also, when I got growing up I realised that I was no part of that X Generation it is supposed to be about. Perhaps, being born in 1981 was too late to participate. Though, I don't even think I belong to any of the Generations that have come along after the X. So, that's a movie I didn't really thought of watching again. Not like "To Be or Not to Be" which I saw last month and I loved it more than when I watched it when I was in High School. There are many movies I have watched again lately, but I can't recall. Oh, yeah, "The Cook the Thief His Wife & Her Lover", for instance. Or "Mary Poppins" or "Bedknobs and Broomsticks".
Ok, so earlier this month I was in my town for a sort of High School reunion (ah, I had seen again "Romy and Michelle" couple of weeks before, also with Jeanine Garofalo). It wasn't really a High School because it was of the people born in 1981. So, when they sent me the kind of invitation, they attached one of those SPAM letters that goes around the Internet. The letter was about watching back to our childhood and see how different is everything now. One of the things it says is something about "Reality Bites" like that we know we have changed when we watch it again and we do not like it anymore. Then I got a fly on my nose.
BTW, I have forgotten to say that I have the Soundtrack of the movie and I love it. Especially Stay by Lisa Loeb. Also, my sister and our friends liked the movie as well and we all had the songs and we would sing them all along.
A couple of weeks ago, I was on the computer and my brother was watching telly and suddenly I heard something familiar. It was the first notes of "I'm Nuthin'" played by Ethan Hawke in the movie and I recognised it. So I went to the living room and my brother had already changed channel and I asked him to go back to check which channel it was (because on the sort of satellite TV we had they repeat films and programs all the time): it was Cosmopolitan TV but I checked it out and they weren't showing it again.
So I had the bugger to watch it again so I did today. Also, now, I watched it in English and it came along with a whole new perspective, obviously.
The thing that surprised me the most was when Lelaina says "I was really going to be somebody by the time I was 23" which is funny: I had never expected to be a somebody at that age; perhaps 30 or 40, but absolutely not 23, in any case, I am running late.
I liked it. It brought me a lot of memories and gave me an optimistic push. Now my quotes can be in English:

"Would the two of you just do it and get it over with? I'm starving!"

"So I take pleasure in the details. (...) the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle..."

Oh, and I loved to hear in English this:

"Conjunction Junction, what's your function?
Hooking up words and phrases and clauses."
[Source]

I'll will still keep the OST on my iPod and I will sing-along all those songs that bring me back to when I was a teenager.
God bless Digital broadcasting, DVDs, the Internet (especially the IMDb) and the Wikipedia), the iPod and all those small things that I really like (small because they are not the wheel of my life, but bits that make me happy).

Sorry if this post sounds repetitive and weird; it is after 3am. In four hours I have to wake up to watch cartoons.

Stay – Lisa Loeb
(Lyrics below)

You say I only hear what I want to.

You say I talk so all the time so.
And I thought what I felt was simple,
and I thought that I don't belong,
and now that I am leaving,
now I know that I did something wrong 'cause I missed you.
Yeah yeah, I missed you.
And you say I only hear what I want to:
I don't listen hard,
don't pay attention to the distance that you're running
to anyone, anywhere,
I don't understand if you really care,
I'm only hearing negative: no, no, no.
So I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up, and this woman was singing my song: lover's in love, and the other's run away, lover is crying 'cause the other won't stay.
Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was
dying since the day they were born.
Well, well, this is not that;
I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown.
And I thought I'd live forever, but now I'm not so sure.
You try to tell me that I'm clever,
but that won't take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.
You said that I was naive, and I thought that I was strong. I thought, "hey, I can leave, I can leave." Oh, but now I know that I was wrong, 'cause I missed you. Yeah, I miss you.
You said, "I caught you 'cause I want you and one day I'll let you go."
You try to give away a keeper, or keep me 'cause you know you're just
scared to lose.
And you say, "Stay."
And you say I only hear what I want to.

[Update]: Aparently the image that I added on the top was removed from server or forbidden the usage, because I can't see it with Firefox but I can with IE as I hadn't used it to watch that image. So, I got an unpleasant image instead in horrible German language. Also, I've seen that I've lost some images on previous posts. I was just adding them from its original location to: 1. avoid having to save it and upload it and so on; 2. maintain the ownership. But, since I have just got pissed off... I will just dow it on my own.
Well, so image on the top originally from here and the poster from here.
On top of it, you have to be a bloody Yahoo! user to use Flikr (although, it is fine that you have to be a GMail user tu get a Blogger account, but Google is best), and my ID is unavailable! What the hell! I'm upset and it is too early in the morning.