Shakespeare was wrong when he wrote Hamlet. The famous line "to be or not to be" should've been "what to be or not to be", that is the question.

This morning was cold, freezing and windy. I woke up moody and messy; I literally had no time for breakfast because I was too sleepy. I had stayed awake until 12.30 beacause I had to study Phonetics (stupid vowels) for a special class where I was supposed to be the teacher.
Every morning, including the one from today, I have only 20 minutes to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, get dressed, have some breakfast, tidy up my room and get dressed again (scarf, gloves, and my enormous anorak). I was so pissed at that particular moment when I realised that I had to go out with 1°C, stong wind and walk to the bus for a 50 minute trip.
That was the moment when I broke down into tears and couldn't take it anymore. All of a sudden, I was crying like a baby and I had no idea why. As I sat in the bus, I knew that I didn't want to go to university anymore, I didn't want to go to a Grammar class that morning. That wasn't for me. I'm not a people person. WHAT DID I WANT TO BE?

I had that dilemma all morning long. I had my head set on that. I was even thinking how to tell my parents, my family and my friends that I was planning on dropping out; I wanted to be something else but I didn't know what. Until my Phonetics class came and I had to be the teacher that morning and present a topic to the class and explain it in detail. I felt something I had never experienced before. I feeling of knowledge. It was in that moment that I knew what I wanted to be.

I want to be a teacher. I want to be in front of a class. I want a class that respects you and your work. I know that it'll be hard and that requires a lot of work but I know I can do it.


So perhaps Shakespeare wasn't that mistaken. To be or not to be is an important question. And the right answer would be "to be". But if he had asked "what to be or not to be" he would've got all of us into a big trouble. No easy answer for that one, ha?

Still shocked. An "angel" is gone and a king went with her... or perhaps he went a little bit lower. (Sorry for the joke, but I find it hard to believe that MJ went up)


What E! says about both deaths:

Michael Jackson, Pop's Thrilling King, Dead at 50

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The crowns fit: Michael Jackson was the King of Pop; Elvis Presley was the King of Rock 'n' Roll. Both men commanded the pop-culture landscape, as much as the charts. Both men influenced their industry, as well as scores of artists.

And both men died unexpectedly and barely into middle age.

Jackson, whose lifetime of hits helped sell more than 750 million albums worldwide, whose smooth moves revolutionized dance as much as pop, and whose penchant for headline-making helped burnish his brand, and, following child-abuse allegations, helped tarnish it, as well, died today after being found unconscious at his Los Angeles home, multiple sources confirm to E! News.

Jackson suffered a heart attack, according to father Joe Jackson, and never recovered.

Music's eternal Peter Pan was 50. In the end, the King of Pop outlived Presley, whose daughter Lisa Marie Presley Jackson would wed, by only eight years.

"I'm very proud that we opened doors, that it helped tear down a lot. Going around the world, doing tours, in stadiums, you see the influence of the music," Jackson told Ebony magazine on the occasion of the 25th anniversary of his landmark album, Thriller.

"When you just look out over the stage, as far as the naked eye could see, you see people. And it's a wonderful feeling, but it came with a lot of pain, a lot of pain." More

Farrah Fawcett, First Among Angels, Has Died

The 1970s did not lack for sex symbols. That, the ubiquitous Farrah Fawcett poster made sure of.

Fawcett, the feather-haired founding member of TV's Charlie's Angels and pinup icon whose second act was marked by bids to showcase her acting chops and whose third act was marred by on- and offscreen problems, died this morning at a Los Angeles-area hospital, some two-and-a-half years after being diagnosed with anal cancer. She was 62.

The actress passed away at 9:28 a.m. Ryan O'Neal, Fawcett's longtime leading man, and friend Alana Stewart were with her at St. John's Health Center in Santa Monica, per a rep at Rogers & Cowan, Fawcett's publicity firm.

In an interview to air tonight on 20/20, O'Neal said he'd recently proposed to the ailing Fawcett, and that she'd accepted. The Love Story actor sounded certain the longtime unmarrieds would—finally—tie the knot.

"We will, as soon as she can say yes," O'Neal said. "Maybe we can just nod her head."

They never made it.

Fawcett, who in recent months had stopped receiving cancer treatment, talked frankly about her battle in Farrah's Story, a raw, camcorder-shot documentary that aired in May on NBC.

"I know that everyone will die eventually, but I do not want to die of this disease," Fawcett said in the film.

"I want to stay alive." More

I'm still laughing. Three funny things to cheer you up and get a smile out of your face. (It worked for me)

• Peter Facinelli (Dr. Cullen in Twilight) said this on his twitter:

• The longest word in English according to Oxford Dictionary is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanocon. But there's the largest protein ever discovered that is 189,819 letters long. Read it here. LOL

• Today's Father Day and still don't have a present for my Dad. Sad? No guys... it's FUNNY!

Let's begin with this...

• After all the "it's old, it's new" dilemma of Adam Lambert's single, the truth is out: it's old. It was pretty obvious. I mean, he has just started working on the studio after signing woth 19/RCA Records. I listened to it today, and it's good. I like it, very Robbie Williams in his mid 90's. Full story and audio here.

• Hugh Laurie wants Stephen Fry on House. YAY! Finally he says it out and loud. It would be like having a Fry and Laurie Reunion in American English (please, make Stephen talk in American LOL). Still, there's no role for Fry, so we have to wait. Hugh's statement here.

• E! has started a poll on whether you want the site and channel to be a Speidi free zone. I can't stand them, and if you can't either vote YES on this link.

• Jennifer Aniston is dating Brad. Ok, everybody has made this joke and I had to do it. No, not that Brad. Aparently, Miss Aniston needs Brad in his life (and now I mean, that Brad) so she got Bradley Cooper as a replacement. If I were her, I'd get someone with a different name, must be weird saying "Oh, Brad". But, who knows? Maybe, Bradley Cooper is the Brad.

• Katherine Heigl stays, T.R. Knight leaves. That's it. Nothing more to say. I'll miss George.

• Trailer of the week: "Sherlock Holmes" Can't wait to watch this movie.

Time flies out of our hands, like a fugitive in the run. It doesn't want to stay with us, so it leave us. And we don't know what to do without it. How to handle the fact that we have no time seems impossible for me. But time has left me because I didn't know how to use it. I had plenty of it the past two weeks and I waste it. And now, I regret it. But I'm still wasting the few hours that time allowed me to keep by writing on my blog.

Yesterday I recieved an email with more things to do for university. I almost jumped off the balcony. MORE? Seriously? "Time has abandoned me", I yelled at the screen. Of course, the screen is not guilty of my lack of organization. And today I have a doctor's appointment (very far from home) so I guess I'll take a few books with me.

But for now, I'll get started with something. "Stop wasting time", my screen yelled back.


xo, B.



PS: Today I read this on the paper, I was shocked. This is an extract from the first paragraph of an article on the tv show "Mental". Shocking.

"Es británico, igual que Hugh Laurie. Interpreta a un médico tan eficiente como poco ortodoxo, igual que Hugh Laurie. Y ahí terminan las coincidencias entre los actores de Mental y Dr. House.Chris Vance es encantador a primera vista. Sonríe con toda la cara y hasta se le forman un par de hoyuelos. [...]"

WTF? Hugh Laurie is more than charming. When he smiles, he's hot. And he has a few extra awards, those from the big ceremonies that Hollywood holds every year, that Chris Vance doesn't have.

Even though you won't read this, and I don't care, I wish you the best. You're SEVENTEEN! =)
I love you from the bottom of my heart to infinity and beyond (that's something Buzz Lightyear would say)!


xo, B.

A few weeks have passed since the last time I wrote here.
I made a few changes, new layout. Oh, yes. I have free time to spend on stupid things, like having a blog, and not studying at all. I hope you like it. I found it and I immediately fell in love with it.

I've started my 2nd week of my "swine flue holidays" (that's how my Mum likes to call them). My teacher have sent me a lot to do, and I believe I haven't done even half of it, but well... I have become this lazy person who likes sitting in front of screens (laptop, TV). But seriously, tomorrow I'll do my best and try to do A LOT. Otherwise, it's going to be Monday and I won't have done anything.

Lately I've been having this feeling of uncertainty. I'm not that sure if what I'm studying is what I should. What I want. What I like. I mean, I like it, but is it my future? It is what I picture myself doing in the future. I've already turned down 2 jobs because I was afraid. I'm afraid of a classroom, of the children, of whatever might happen there. But the thing is, if I never teach in a big class, what the hell am I gonna do the rest of my life?

I like many things. I could study Journalism, Publicity, Production, even Art. I like all those things. I'm not even sure if I would be good at them, but I don't close doors that soon. I could do all those things later on in my life. However, I enjoy studying English. But I already know Enlglish. OMG! I hate crisis!!!!! They are very biiiiig problems for which I don't have solutions.

You see all that people that like what they study, they like their jobs. They don't care how much they earn, of if they have lousy bosses. They love what they do. I want that. I want it very much. But how do I find out if this is it? It's so hard. When you are in highschool, you take everything for granted and you are taken for granted. It's so much easier. And now, adulthood sucks. Responsibily, doing things on your own, deciding what you want!!!! I just want to know. I hate not knowing.


The thing is people think I know what I want. And they don't realise that I'm just a regular teenager who is still trying to find herself. They take me from granted. It's what everybody does. Why? Am I so predictable? So easy to firgure out? Because I always thought that a good quality about myself was that I was intereting, unexpected... but now I know that I'm totally predictable. I can be taken for granted because there's not much option.


Anyway, I'm here. In the comfort of my own bedroom, my sacred place (?) listening to The Kooks' concert here in Buenos Aires. Yep, sadly listening to it on the radio :( I'd love to be there, but I didn't get tickets, a pity. At the smae time, I'm making some collage, sort of happy birthday sign for my sister's 17th birthday tomorrow. So I'd better go back to that.


(Wow!, I wrote a lot today! Too much to say, i guess)



xo, B.

Swine flu. Have you heard of it? Very popular. Well, there's been a confirmed case in my uni, so it's going to be closed for 2 weeks, yay! Might hear from me in a few days, or not. LOL


xo, B.

It's been a long time since the last time I wrote here. Well, let's face it... I never write that often.
Uni is great, I'm doing very well. Wow, my self-esteem is quite high :O Just in that area.
I forgotten I had this blog to release the energy and just write what I feel. Sometimes I need to write so much, but I don't have time or paper is much more accessible. Yes, I keep I diary.
Tallulah Bankhead once said: "It's the good girls who keep diaries. The bad girls never have time. Me... I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remember. Even if I don't write it down"
I agree with her when she says that we (yes, the good girls) keep diaries. I actually love it. All you go through and can't tell a friend or sister, is there. I also agree that the bad girls don't have time. And I want to have a life to remember, even if I don't write it down, but right now I'm writing it down because I have time, which makes me a good girl, and this discussion has gone too far and lost its main significance that was saying that I have a diary and it's great.

This post has lost its original meaning, but I think it's way better than what was going to be at the beginning.



xo, B.