The wedding was short, but quite intense
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Monday, August 09, 2004
Vel publicity
Gmail - HPIM2757.JPG, or Gmail - HPIM2728.JPG, or Gmail - HPIM2762.JPG are just some samples of what Velena is doing up in cold _in more than one way- Denmark!
All my love and positive vibes for your fashion show ;D
All my love and positive vibes for your fashion show ;D
OMG
Serves me right for not concentrating on my job-hunting: look at these!!!!!!!!Dig Dig Head Louse Childs T-shirt
It's from the Parasite Pals catalogue at Archie McPhee Online
It's from the Parasite Pals catalogue at Archie McPhee Online
SMS storage
I think someone told me once that there was some way to store sms you don't want to erase -I mean, store without clogging up your mobile and giving you space to receive more sms. I guess it shall be, if anything, some Nokia thingy.
There are many reasons why you cling to sms. Some are useful information you carry on you. In this case, I usually copy them into the 'outbox' sms list. But in my mobile, a cheap crappy TSM5, this is not always useful. You can only do that when you write it out again and store instead of sending.
When in love, there are hundreds of sms you hate erasing, but there are dozens you would actually keep for ever, XXI century love letters, with all the spontanious urge of love, lust, desire, fun... I went though a love realtionship verry much based on SMS, where we used to exchange all sort of hot, funny or romantic SMS from home, work, on the Public Transport... When this relationship ended, I eventually erased them all, as I had very little space for incoming messages, but I still would have rather kept them somewhere.
It is not the same to copy them down on a piece of paper, to keep.
You have the signature of date, hour... you remember the situation involved, and though you don't keep them all, you rememebr what you replied, what happended then...
Right now, I have my list of unerasable SMS down to 8, but my phone has trouble receiving them once I'm up to 14 or 15... I remember in my previous Motorola it was 25, and some people I know have literally a hundred or so!!!!!!!
Just got rid of another SMS I couldn't erase, it was someone's bank account for me to pay her back the 100 euro she lent me... So am left with those SMS that are not love messages, but are those things people write in a hurry without thinking and are a perfect snapshot of their personality. I had to get rid of some of those too -i mean, with my ex I still get into SMS marathons where we send each other 26 or 30 messages each in one day, then keep quiet for a month!!!!!!!
Here are some of the SMS I have kept right now. They are all in their original language, sorry if you can't read Spanish... and one is in Catalan. The sintaxis is the original one too -part of their character. Those of you who know me personally, and who know my friends a bit, can guess who they are from. But most are in English or Spanglish!!! One hint: One is from Malena, the Italo-French designer, one is from Mami, the Japanese Busker, one is from Xavi, the night of the cacerolada, one is from Bodyfriend and one is from my ex, Joan.
There are many reasons why you cling to sms. Some are useful information you carry on you. In this case, I usually copy them into the 'outbox' sms list. But in my mobile, a cheap crappy TSM5, this is not always useful. You can only do that when you write it out again and store instead of sending.
When in love, there are hundreds of sms you hate erasing, but there are dozens you would actually keep for ever, XXI century love letters, with all the spontanious urge of love, lust, desire, fun... I went though a love realtionship verry much based on SMS, where we used to exchange all sort of hot, funny or romantic SMS from home, work, on the Public Transport... When this relationship ended, I eventually erased them all, as I had very little space for incoming messages, but I still would have rather kept them somewhere.
It is not the same to copy them down on a piece of paper, to keep.
You have the signature of date, hour... you remember the situation involved, and though you don't keep them all, you rememebr what you replied, what happended then...
Right now, I have my list of unerasable SMS down to 8, but my phone has trouble receiving them once I'm up to 14 or 15... I remember in my previous Motorola it was 25, and some people I know have literally a hundred or so!!!!!!!
Just got rid of another SMS I couldn't erase, it was someone's bank account for me to pay her back the 100 euro she lent me... So am left with those SMS that are not love messages, but are those things people write in a hurry without thinking and are a perfect snapshot of their personality. I had to get rid of some of those too -i mean, with my ex I still get into SMS marathons where we send each other 26 or 30 messages each in one day, then keep quiet for a month!!!!!!!
Here are some of the SMS I have kept right now. They are all in their original language, sorry if you can't read Spanish... and one is in Catalan. The sintaxis is the original one too -part of their character. Those of you who know me personally, and who know my friends a bit, can guess who they are from. But most are in English or Spanglish!!! One hint: One is from Malena, the Italo-French designer, one is from Mami, the Japanese Busker, one is from Xavi, the night of the cacerolada, one is from Bodyfriend and one is from my ex, Joan.
- Estem fent la revolucio vine
- o que bien ,losangeles d charlie se van d marcha!
- Hey im here right in front of el corta inglish sitting on branch look for me
- No. Aquella actriz que me gusta y no sabía que era ella. Que en la peli saltaba y habia unos que eran raros. ¡Si, ya se! LLOVÍA TODO EL RATO!
- AURIA!LAST MESSAGE U SENT WAS JUST I OFF D PHONE2SLEEP!WHEN IS UR HOLIDAY?I'M ON HOLIDAY4EVER AS I SAID FUCK OFF2ASSHOLE-GABACHO AYER!SO I GOT BACK TIME4FRIENDS
Just can't get rid of them! Every now and then I read them -these and a few more I kept- and smile feeling my friends next to me. Each one of these SMS is a true vision of each one of their authors. Shame I had to get rid of some of Xavi's w3ird sp4nis# minimal sms -unreadible, specially when he's drunk while writing them!!!!
Well. Enough for today.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Describe Liquid Generation in a word...
Had such a digusting choice of jobs today, I had extra time to go through my LG weekly newsletters... besides blogs etc.
Have you ever seen Donald Trump defending himself of Pikachu and Mary Poppins by flinging wigs at them? Play now...TrumpZilla!!!
Have you ever seen Donald Trump defending himself of Pikachu and Mary Poppins by flinging wigs at them? Play now...TrumpZilla!!!
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Been treasure hunting
...and came out of Happy Books with this book called 'El Latigo de Cien Colas', an illustrated book by Krahn, and with -hardly any- texts by Brossa. Only 1 euro!!!!! It's mesmerizing, I got onto a bus I'd never seen before, and just sat and went through the pictures... until I felt it was my 'hood, and there I was, two streets away from my flat!
Also bought an Antonio Gala book, as I've only read one before and quite liked it. 3 euro. Worth giving it a try. I'd never thought of reading his novels, until Nate gave me one, some years ago...
Finally, I must admit I gave in and got the book everyone's been talking about for the last few months. The Da Vinci Code. Was waiting till the craze wore off, but saw it at a low price and gave in. Am curious. Sorry, Mary-Anne. But I promise, on the other hand, to go watch Michael Moore's film on the free open-air cinema in a fortnight, the Bowling For Columbine I kept refusing to pay for :P
Have to finish some of the books am on now first... last weekend I chose two in french for my Dear Sis, as she's asking me to lend her novels or books 'that are interesting, and in french, to make me revise my French' So I selected for her La Peste, by Camus, and a Sartre, I think it was L'existentialisme est un humanisme, or La Nausée, can't remeber. Because I had La Peste in my hands for too long, and before catching the train to Lloret I was allready reading it again, as I hadn't read it since I was about 20. Once at my parents', I decided to leave it there, lend her it, and read it later on -probably as soon as its returned to me next week?
Made me think of all the books I'm planning to re-read, and wonder why I'm buying new ones.
So I silently glide my fingers over the drawings on Krahn's book, and let myself go once more...
Also bought an Antonio Gala book, as I've only read one before and quite liked it. 3 euro. Worth giving it a try. I'd never thought of reading his novels, until Nate gave me one, some years ago...
Finally, I must admit I gave in and got the book everyone's been talking about for the last few months. The Da Vinci Code. Was waiting till the craze wore off, but saw it at a low price and gave in. Am curious. Sorry, Mary-Anne. But I promise, on the other hand, to go watch Michael Moore's film on the free open-air cinema in a fortnight, the Bowling For Columbine I kept refusing to pay for :P
Have to finish some of the books am on now first... last weekend I chose two in french for my Dear Sis, as she's asking me to lend her novels or books 'that are interesting, and in french, to make me revise my French' So I selected for her La Peste, by Camus, and a Sartre, I think it was L'existentialisme est un humanisme, or La Nausée, can't remeber. Because I had La Peste in my hands for too long, and before catching the train to Lloret I was allready reading it again, as I hadn't read it since I was about 20. Once at my parents', I decided to leave it there, lend her it, and read it later on -probably as soon as its returned to me next week?
Made me think of all the books I'm planning to re-read, and wonder why I'm buying new ones.
So I silently glide my fingers over the drawings on Krahn's book, and let myself go once more...
Friday, July 30, 2004
Asin.
Last Friday... but hadn't been able to comment on it yet.
Well, actually, wasn't going to, but have been teased so much about it that I'll get the records straight.
Was at Magic disco, right? He was there, but much too drunk to walk in a straight line, and even to make himself understood by such an eager audience as I can be.
He whispered, then shouted something into my ear which I could just not understand... and walked out of the disco on his own.
His friends were around, and offering me drinks, and talking to me... does this mean he talks about me? Does this mean I mean something to him?
Hard to tell, of course. In any case, hung out a bit with them, but went on dancing on my own, and eyed this cute young guy, sort of grungey-looking but a grunge who has just had dinner with his parents sort of thing.
Smiles everywhere, got dancing together, ended up leaving together. So far, no news.
But. It seems he's some sort of fan of mine. Started going on and on about:
Well, actually, wasn't going to, but have been teased so much about it that I'll get the records straight.
Was at Magic disco, right? He was there, but much too drunk to walk in a straight line, and even to make himself understood by such an eager audience as I can be.
He whispered, then shouted something into my ear which I could just not understand... and walked out of the disco on his own.
His friends were around, and offering me drinks, and talking to me... does this mean he talks about me? Does this mean I mean something to him?
Hard to tell, of course. In any case, hung out a bit with them, but went on dancing on my own, and eyed this cute young guy, sort of grungey-looking but a grunge who has just had dinner with his parents sort of thing.
Smiles everywhere, got dancing together, ended up leaving together. So far, no news.
But. It seems he's some sort of fan of mine. Started going on and on about:
- His age (repeated at least 20 or 30 times -no kidding- during the next hours that he was 28 years old)
- His horoscope and ascendent
- The clothes I'd worn during my last 5 or 6 visits to that disco
- The people he'd seen with me, and his obsession about Him, The Guy, being an American singer or musician!!! -Got to tell him about that!
- How his friends and he used to watch me dancing, soooo cool, sooo great, me and the woman dj there were their goddesses, drooled (and something more, as he admeitted) over endlessly
- He finally said 'They will never believe this'. He went on and on about his friends not believing his story, when he'd tell them he'd spent a night with me.
- He also let it quite clear that he'd be available any time, whenever I wanted to phone. As I refused to take his phone number, 'we'd see each other down at the disco', he let me know I'd have him at a click of a finger or something.
So far, so good. Why didn't I take his number, asketh thou?
Because the poor guy, when really excited, kept shouting Asin, asin, a wrong way of saying 'así' (like this) in Spanish, usually found among people of low culture... and quite distracting!!!!!!!
Maaaan, I've got my friends asking me if I want to go to this bar 'Asin?' or if the coffe is right 'asin'!!!!
Does this mean I am middle-aged now?
Got the shock of my life.
First, a few words to understand it: I'd been waiting, sort of calmly, for a check to arrive from my ex-Big Boss, for some money he still owed me. But, as I'd run out of money completely by Friday, I spoke to my ex-boss, the one I get on with. On Thursday last week I sent him an e-mail demanding the money, and on Friday I phoned to see how & when I could get payed.
Since that conversation, I've been expecting to receive a transfer, as agreed, for the 150 euro they owed me. By Saturday I had nothing left, and started borrowing from Vel, who was also running out of money after spending wildly on her first days here. Actually managed to spend only 1.20 euro one day, and only 3 euro another one (some other days it was... er... more!) On Tuesday I actually went to my ex-office to talk to my ex-boss, and as usual had great fun and laughs to be heard from across the street... and a promise over the phone from the Big One that the transfer would be made that morning.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday can be recorded as The Bank Checking Days. Vel and I stretched our last 20 euro between the two of us during the last two days, kept going to the bank to check my card... and eat and drank everything left in my fridge!!!
So when she left to the airport, i had ONLY 3 cents in my hand, 1.37 euro in the bank, and a last trip left on my transport ticket. Scary.
Eva came to help, lent me a 20 euro, bought me a beer and made me miss the open air screening of a Woody Allen I hadn't seen yet, but at least I didn't feel so vulnerable.
Today I checked the bank at 12:30, didn't dare before that, in case I cried... and there I am dancing in front of the automatic teller, much to the amusement of the guys behind me.
Once my confidence got built up, I went to my bank office, over a half hour walk, or two metro stops and a walk anyway. Had to wait for an hour to talk to the directress, but a couple of days ago I also waited a while and then was told to come back some other moment, too busy.
Now, after my usual sort of a day... came the scare:
My bank offered me a 3,000 euro loan while unemployed, to help me out!!!!!!!!
I mean, they suggested it, and while I'm unemployed and pennyless!!!!!!!
The only reason why I work with this small, tacky bank is it's the only one willing to give me a mortgage!!!!!!! ...just to learn afterwards how few offices they have, and how complicated they get with paperwork sometimes.
I can also give you another point of thought: The only other person I know who works with this bank is... EVA!!!!!!!!!!!! For the same reason, they gave her a mortgage when no-one else would!!!!!
O.K., their tellers don't work well or are closed out of business hours, they have more trouble with their cards not working... but they supported us!!!!!!
But a couple of months ago I'd asked for a 700 euro loan there and it took ages for them to give me it, and now suddenly...
Excuse me, I'm off to check the wrinkles on my face.
First, a few words to understand it: I'd been waiting, sort of calmly, for a check to arrive from my ex-Big Boss, for some money he still owed me. But, as I'd run out of money completely by Friday, I spoke to my ex-boss, the one I get on with. On Thursday last week I sent him an e-mail demanding the money, and on Friday I phoned to see how & when I could get payed.
Since that conversation, I've been expecting to receive a transfer, as agreed, for the 150 euro they owed me. By Saturday I had nothing left, and started borrowing from Vel, who was also running out of money after spending wildly on her first days here. Actually managed to spend only 1.20 euro one day, and only 3 euro another one (some other days it was... er... more!) On Tuesday I actually went to my ex-office to talk to my ex-boss, and as usual had great fun and laughs to be heard from across the street... and a promise over the phone from the Big One that the transfer would be made that morning.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday can be recorded as The Bank Checking Days. Vel and I stretched our last 20 euro between the two of us during the last two days, kept going to the bank to check my card... and eat and drank everything left in my fridge!!!
So when she left to the airport, i had ONLY 3 cents in my hand, 1.37 euro in the bank, and a last trip left on my transport ticket. Scary.
Eva came to help, lent me a 20 euro, bought me a beer and made me miss the open air screening of a Woody Allen I hadn't seen yet, but at least I didn't feel so vulnerable.
Today I checked the bank at 12:30, didn't dare before that, in case I cried... and there I am dancing in front of the automatic teller, much to the amusement of the guys behind me.
Once my confidence got built up, I went to my bank office, over a half hour walk, or two metro stops and a walk anyway. Had to wait for an hour to talk to the directress, but a couple of days ago I also waited a while and then was told to come back some other moment, too busy.
Now, after my usual sort of a day... came the scare:
My bank offered me a 3,000 euro loan while unemployed, to help me out!!!!!!!!
I mean, they suggested it, and while I'm unemployed and pennyless!!!!!!!
The only reason why I work with this small, tacky bank is it's the only one willing to give me a mortgage!!!!!!! ...just to learn afterwards how few offices they have, and how complicated they get with paperwork sometimes.
I can also give you another point of thought: The only other person I know who works with this bank is... EVA!!!!!!!!!!!! For the same reason, they gave her a mortgage when no-one else would!!!!!
O.K., their tellers don't work well or are closed out of business hours, they have more trouble with their cards not working... but they supported us!!!!!!
But a couple of months ago I'd asked for a 700 euro loan there and it took ages for them to give me it, and now suddenly...
Excuse me, I'm off to check the wrinkles on my face.
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