This theme is one of my favorites topics because watching series is like the 95% the way I use to waste my life and I love it as much as donuts and chocolate (not, I’m not Homer, sorry).

Can I cry?

            I’m trying to remember what tv serie I watched for the first time and I don’t remember (maybe Doctor Quinn, Bewitched or I Dream Of Jeannie –I really really loved the last one), but if I think about the most important in my teen years was Sabrina, The Teeange Witch. I remember I loved every single thing in this show: the house where she lived with her aunts, her workplaces, the characters (what kind of monster could not have fall in love with Harvey?) and the most bitter and loveable cat in the tv world, Salem. I’ll never be able to forget you, Sabrina <3.

Murphy, the sick person <3

            When I grew up I started to watch Nip/Tuck, one of the most sick and dramatic shows I’ve ever seen (others similar shows are Glee, American Horror Story or Scream Queens, all of them created by the same person, Ryan Murphy. Does he have a problem?). I always hoped that McNamara and Troy fell in love with each other but it only happened in a dream one of them had. Nip/Tuck caught my attention (beside its sickness) because it’s a representation of how stupid and empty can be american society at the same time we can find emotional scenes among characters. 

            I can’t end this post if I don’t mention others shows that have marked my life like Six Feet Under, Black Mirror, Breaking Bad,  Brothers and Sisters, Friends or Orange Is The New Black (there will be a lot that I forget now but it’s not because they are bad or boring u.u).

Me

                I’ve tried to transform myself in a green person but I’ve never been able to reach this way of life fully. It’s a debt I have with the world. Although, I try to treat well the environment with little things like not throwing things in the streets and reusing plastic bottles, even when I read that is disgusting because the bacteria grow inside of them.

                Last year, I lived with a friend who likes recycling. It was the time I was greener person in all my life. Sometimes it was tiring, but I knew it was a good thing so I kept trying, but now I don’t live with her, I don’t do many green things.

Copiapó River

                Despite, there is something that I try to keep save more than anything and that is water. I’m from Copiapo, a dry area where keeping safe water is part of the culture (although there is some people who don’t understand it yet). When I arrived to Santiago I realize that here there is not a special concern about waste of water. I always see how the water slips In parks and median strips for hours and hours. If this would happen in my city it would be like a crime and there were a lot of people trying to find the person responsible or the water tap to stop the horror.

Food

I try to think about my favorite food but I’m unable to choose. Although, I’m sure of one thing, and that is I’m a big fan of food cooked by my mom and my sister-in-law.  They live in my house of Copiapó and when I go they always wait for me with delicious dishes like Paella, Risotto, Gnocchi, Ravioli, stew or “carne a la olla”. Some of them are not too difficult to cook but others, like Gnocchi or Risotto are more complicated. I love all of them.

Me

Maybe I could say that my favorite food is lasagna. Almost all my friends are vegetarian or vegan, so I’m a lucky person because I’ve been able to eat lasagna in many versions that they cooked: with real meat (with my carnivorous family), vege meat or just with vegetables (with friends). But, if I think a little more, pizza comes to my mind too and I don’t know what my very favorite food is, it’s frustrating.

It could be easier to choose what food I hate: I hate eating pork. I don’t like this meat. how it tastes and looks is disagreeable. I think I hate it because when I was a child I remember I was eating pork and there in my dish was a big piece of grease and I don’t know how this disgusting thing arrives to my mouth. I vomited. 

My passion

                It’s not easy to me talking about my passion, because I’m not a very passionate person. Despite, there is some things that I really love to do, like read books, write stories, watch tv series or listen music. But I’m going to choose two of them and the most important to me is writing and reading.

                Literature is important to me because it allows me to know many worlds, styles, thoughts, etc, without moving out of my desk. It doesn’t mean that I love every book in the universe or that I think everyone in the planet has to love books because it’s the only way we’re going to be smarter and wiser. I hate those people who think reading makes them better than others that watch tv or something.

              

  I’ve went to some workshops about literature. The first I went was about poetry, then I apply to one of iniciation in narrative. Others workshops I’ve been are about stories, microstories and authors. Currently I belong to a workshop about gay literature where we read and talk about writers and poets like Beatriz Preciado, Néstor Perlongher, Pedro Lemebel, Severo Sarduy, Mauricio Wacquez, José Donoso and others. All of them known by rule-breaking works. When I write, they are my influences.

                Sadly, university and studies don’t let me to dedicate all the time I’d like to my passion, but I hope things change sometime.  

Thinking about what I want to do after my graduation is not easy, I don’t really know it. But if I am sure about something is that I want to get back to my hometown, Copiapó. Every time I visit my city and meet with my family and friends I reinforce the idea of myself living surrounded by my loved ones.

Although, Copiapó is not a city where journalists can find job easily, so I don’t know if I could be able to do it.

            

In the professional level, I’d like to specialize in the field of communication researches, making studios and investigations. But talking about actually journalist work, I’d prefer print media.

Other of my interests is writing. I usually go to writing workshops where I share differents texts that I make and we share our opinions of literature. So, it’s my dream to dedicate all my life to this area, reading and writing.

            All I know is when I try to imagine my life in five years more, I see myself in Copiapó, writing stories and poems, working in a quiet place and with all the people I love.

The best/worst concert of my life

I don’t go to concerts often, because I like going to gigs of my very favourite bands only. So, the best concert I’ve been and I’m never going to forget is the show of The Killers in the first version of Lollapalooza in Chile in 2011.

 It was the best concert for me because was the first time that I could see the most important band of my teenager years soundtrack. I knew every song and I really enjoyed having them in front of me. But, I have to say that minutes after the show began I started to feel really bad because Brandon Flowers, the vocalist, was very energetic and he didn’t stop to invite the people to jump. 

This was very complicated to me because my height. I’m small so I had to try to get out of the crowd, something not too easy. I think I look like a desperate boy and people feel sorry for me. One of those persons, maybe a boy, took my hand and hold me on to a place with less people where I could finally breath. I ended singing The Killers’s songs thousands miles away from the band of my adolescence, a little sad but grateful of still being alive.

Writing a blog is always a good experience because I think to express your ideas is very important. Particularly, blogging for the English class has been funny due to different activities in each class. So, I enjoy making English texts with boring stories of my life and things about what I think of the world because that gives a serious aspect to my stupid thoughts (xd).

I  have always wanted to start my own blog but I never know about what I want to talk. So I don’t know if I want to have a blog currently. But if I had to say about what I talk in my hypothetical blog, maybe the recurrent topics would be literature (although I don’t know so much about it), homosexuality, heartbroken, music, platonic love and some others irrelevant things that nobody wants to read.

The English blog really helps to practice that language because it requires me to search for words I didn’t know or popular expressions that are not easy to translate like “Jack-of-all-trades” (I think I never going to forget it).

Good things of blogging in the English class are practicing the language (like I said before), expressing our ideas in English and knowing about classmates too. I think a bad thing is you have to write in few words topics that demands more explanations.

Maybe I change the moment when you have to comment others entries because sometimes I don’t know what to say about what I am reading but that’s a problem of my boring head.