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I just end up with my work today and I'm sooo bored that I could die about it. Besides I forgot to bring my Anaïs Nin Diary, that means I don't have lot of things to do right now. So I'm writing now... I know I could read something on my computer, but let's face it, I always have problems reading on internet, my eyes get too tired after a while... That's why I always write short parragraphs. Waiting for a dinner that I don't want to go, but I have to and just dreaming with the moment when I can go home and get some sleep. I need some sleep tonight. Hope I can run away from the Club early tonight, I'm not sure I can stand it too long. Hate parties and similars on friday.


Looking Forward for the weekend

       Week it's almost over now, so I'm starting to feel this little thing that is the fact that I'm going to do a lot of things I want to do and during the week I don't have time to do it., like my nails, shopping, the supermarket thing, well everything. Besides I have a little party, my friend Marilu is going back to NYC so this is the final time I see her before she goes and I hope I can be there without any problem.

Now, not much to do, not too much work indeed. I wish I could go out to do some papers, ppl is so good to get lost and then so hard to find, but someone has to do that job.

I'm tired!

I must say i was actualy falling asleep in the patrol car, I'm really tired, besies today was all weird, there was an attack on the Homicide department. An attack!! Was scary cos you ant to think in this times things like that happens, cos oh well is not like Chile in the 70 or the 80, where ppl were mad about everything about the goverment, but now, just a lot of brats who don't think we are like them ppl with feelings, family and being the Police Force is just another work. That made me even more tired and things are coming harder now we are closer to our own 9/11 (yes we have one and it's way much older that WTC attack) and it's extremly political, if we can call a lot of stupid brats who didn't even were born by 1973 not even by 1980, I can say without any doubts they didn't even born by 1990, so they don't know what it means living under a totalitary regime, they just don't know, cos they didn't live it, no matter what older ppl tell us about it, they just didn't live that time. But, we have to take all the blame when this kids attack us.

Don't know what to write!!

That's a problem for someone like me who loooves to write!. I mean, I want to write and I don't have a subject, don't have a subject and I want to write, but don't know about what or if I have sonmething to say... And there I am, thinking what the hell am I going to do with all this vibes in my hands and with my interior voice saying to me write, write, write damn it!!!!

Leave you this video


My fave Oasis song in a long time

Feeling that I'm running

When i have too many ideas for writing again I tend to feel like I'm running. It's so exciting, cos I reaaly want to write a diary again. Not like this one, a hand writing one, with loads of ideas and personal thoughts that you can not tell to everyone, not in the way internet provides you. So I need to buy a notebook and will see.

Just another day...

Well, dauy's over and I did a lot I must say even when I didn't went out to see my papers. I sent a radio, I did some PC work, talk with some people, it was quite alright, so I should go a get some rest now. Was a nice day and I had some time to read. Can not complain.


This saturday was...

This saturday was really moved I must say. It started at 5 o'clock with a call from the Unit, two girls were missing. So, that whole dfay was working on it. I just missed my manicure and pedicure apoinments, I missed going to a friends house to a little party, made go late to another party and it almost dargged all my energy, but the result worth it, the girls apared and they were safe and unharmed so that was great for us. Made all the effort worth every single minute.

By night, I just finaly met Marilu, the artist and Duran fan that lives in NYC. I must say she's awesome, it's like Anaïs Nin, like a book character and the most intresting person I met in years, never thought I would met and feel someone like her. It's like she's not real at all, so weird I must say. We had the greatest time and we shared thoughts and conversations till 5:45 in the morning and hours past too fast. She promise me being her editor, cos like Nin she writes diaries and she want them being public, so I think that would be awesome, she offer me money for that but I can assure you I don't need it, just having all those thoughts would be the best price enough although I should suget her to pay me with a painting. I think it would look awesome on my new apartment, cos I'm planning to buy an apartment now I can. Now I need to find a place that worth it all the effort. For now on, thou I have some bookmarkers she gave me as a gift wonderfull art works that I love to have in the books I'm reading. They are so cool!!

Ok, back to Marilu. Ok, how do I describe her? Tall, blond hair, tailor trousers, sneakers, a very low pitch voice, sounds like velvet, so weird! If have to compare would be like some characters that I create, like Ania, BB, Pauline Taylor and Paula. All of them a bit alter ego and all the things I'm not but I admire or I am but I have to keep in secret... Except for the sneakes cos I don't like to wear sneakers that much, I do prefer boots and heels and caterpillar shoes, lol.

Her music, it's my music, That is almost like watching yourself at the mirror, Duran Duran, Japan, David Sylvian, Bryan Ferry, Roxy Music, Bowie, 80's classics in general and some of the 70's and a bit of the 90's... Books, pretty much the same Anaïs Nin, some funny Chinese literature, some poetry. Wonder if she would like manga and anime like I do.

The big point were I do differ with her is that she's a plastic artist and well, I must say that with any luck I can draw a stick man. She designs most of her cloth, speacialy her trousers, she can paint so great, I would love to have one of her paintings so bad!! Well you can see it for yourself, I post one of them here at the very beginning of this post, yes that is her. I would never can do such a wonderful job. Maybe that's why I choose writing and I love writing, cos that's my way to express my feelings and my thoughts. Way that can only make you use the imagination, cos you can not see, but read about the places and the memories.

Now I'm reading one of the books she gave me, Anaïs Nin's  Adolescence Diary, from 1919 to 1920. I must say when she was 16 years old or so, she was just as geek as I was at the same age, weird, huh? I guess it's not that bad the, cos my diaries at the same age were just like hers, so maybe I should not feel so bad about them.


Enjoying being out of Santiago

Sometimes better leave for a while in order you get some order on your ideas. Now I'm enjoying some days off in Viña del Mar, my home town city. Reading Lady Murasaki's diary and getting some ideas for my diary. I also finished Sei Shonagon's Pillow book and I must say I love the lists, ell that was a practice I had too in my diaries but I never thought it was a whole literary genere... Anyway, Today is rainning and while I was traveling by bus to here, I was seeing the sights and it was wonderful, I mean it was so beautiful, the green and the tress and all that rain there. I wanted to write all of it but I couldn't cos I didn't have any pen or notebook, I should have my own a notebook journal to write all of it, specially when I'm on the highway sometimes there is a lot to see and lots of thoughts that only tend to happen when you're on the road.

In some other time I will present you my own lists of things in life

No turning back

This is how I feel today, like every situation that I'm involved has no turning back point. Most of them are all my fault thou, I just screw it big, so maybe I should let them happen.