i have zillions of things to do and less than a day to do them.

i'm the queen of the last minute.

he said yes. life's good.

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nothing like missing a whole day of holidays because of the asses, i mean, ashes.

happiness is to go to the secret stash where you put your little savings to discover that there's more money there that you had thought.

one year ago i was stressed planning the last details of my trip and working a lot to get enough money for the travel, waiting to get paid.

now, one year later: i'm stressed, working a lot, waiting to get paid, but i'm going nowhere in 2 weeks.

what have i done with my life?!

this week seems its going to be one of these weeks when i can't help to hate the world. i wish i could just stay home and avoid human contact.

this is a day week of fury.

i've been daydreaming about you. you had the shape of "black mountain side".

i've been here for almost six months.








i just wanted to express my distress.

what i don't like about regular museums is the fact that you can't touch things. it's understandable, of course, but annoying. that's why i love unconventional museums and cultural centers where you can touch everything.

some people keep used metro ticket as a souvenir of their travels.

me? well, i keep the GMT +1 in my netbook.

and, yes, it's a very tricky and risky thing to do.






to not mention dumb.

quoting one of the most depressive bands ever:

what the hell i'm doing here? i don't belong here!

it's amazing how the music defines the kind of people that goes to a bar.

what it is not great, and definitely is not amazing, is when one of your favorites rock bar switches to hip hop/ light reggaeton. thank you hip hop, you ruined Gibraltar for me.

I hate coming back to BA.

Aghhh.

i'm forgetting my portuguese and i'm in a terrible mood. so i've decided to try with some açaí since it used to work very well in Rio.

guess what?

my portuguese is still going down and my mood is getting worse by the minute.

i hate you all.

some people just have watched too much soup operas on their lives. or they act as if they had.

i don't like when people seem to be unable to have a single initiative, when they wait for the rest to do everything and just enjoy the energy used for others to do that everything.

i always find a little bit over the top when people takes a whole picnic basket, a pillow and a blanket for a one hour flight. really?

turist flying in economic class that complains about the lack of space should end up locked for 10 hours in a tiny overloaded elevator.

turists flying in economic class that invade the next passanger space should have the same punishment.