Dura realidad...abandonada

Por lo general suelo escribir acerca de los hombres, pero esta vez será diferente, hace algún tiempo me di cuenta de que los amigas, son igual a los hombres uno esta con ellas, somos el soporte que necesita en ese momento pero en cuanto vuelve con su pololo somos completamente desplazadas y no es que sea una lesbiana en cubierta que disfruta celando a sus amigas, simplemente veo la realidad tal y como es.
Cuando un hombre esta contigo tu eres su sol, su luna y sus estrellas pero basta con una llamada de su amigote para dejarte completamente sola, resguardándose en una excusa barata inventada mientras tu fuiste a buscar un jugo para darle a el.
Lo mismo sucede cuando estas con tus amigas, siempre ahí con ellas apoyándolas pero solo basta, en este caso, la llamada de su novio para que tu pases a un quinto plano y todo pasa por la simple razón de que eres la soltera del grupo, vamos… como no se van a dar cuenta de que tu no quieres ser esa clases de persona desechable, son solo las circunstancias de la vida que te tienen completa e irrevocablemente sola, por que nosotras sabemos o por lo menos sospechamos que esa soltería será solo por un corto periodo aunque, honestamente por lo general dura años, es por esta razón que comencé a perfeccionar las decenas de maneras en que te puedes librar de tus amigas cuando hablan de sus novios, por que aceptémoslo, es horrible cuando cuentan dinero delante de las personas como nosotras, que para mi consuelo, suelo llamarnos las menos afortunadas.
Lo que también es un tema en las relaciones de amistad es el horrible trato que nos tenemos unas a otras seamos amigas o no, cuando un hombre pelea con su amigo no pasa de un par de palabras groseras y uno que otro golpe en la cara del menos afortunado, pero cuando las mujeres peleamos damos clases magistrales de ahí el dicho que cuando las mujeres peleamos somos artistas, recurrimos a cualquier forma de humillación posible sin importarnos raza, color o religión, es por esta razón que muchas mujeres creen que se llevan mejor los hombres, por que aceptémoslo, los hombres no se preocupan de estas clases de cosas, hay momentos en que me siento en mi escritorio y comienzo a pensar.
1- te piden que mientas por que no se han ido a depilar la cara para el maravilloso encuentro y uno que hace… Miente descaradamente diciendo estupideces tan grandes como: ella…ella no esta… lo que pasa es que ella esta… esta… esta en un club de steeptease… digo en la iglesia… ¿club? Yo no he dicho club… yo dije cruz…jajajaja.

2- Ahora, ¿Qué sucede cuando tu amiga te pide que tengas un cita con el amigo perno de su novio por que el también esta SOLO?
Tengo que aceptar que más de alguna vez lo he aceptado, pero llega un momento en que uno dice, SUFISIENTE, y eso sucede justo en el momento en que su amigo perno te esta hablando de lo fascinante que es la inmortalidad del cangrejo.

3- ¿nunca les ha sucedido que tienen que hacer algo súper importante con tus amigas, pero ellas solamente están pensando en su novio? Y ahí es cuando te ves tratado como un papel viejo, que con mucha delicadeza intenta llamar la atención de su mejor amiga a la misma ves que tratas de no interrumpir la escena de pasión de la eres un espectador de primera fila, porque ni siquiera tienen la delicadeza de apartarse para tener un poco de privacidad.

4- Te llaman solo cuando les conviene. Eso no se puede negar, estas un día en tu casa, aburrida de tu forma de vida echándote la culpa de tu desastrosa vida amorosa y sorpresivamente suena el teléfono, ¿Quién será? ELLA, y uno no sabe como reaccionar, ¿quizás ella quiere salir a tomar algo y tener esa noche de diversión en el club al que solían ir constantemente? O ¿quizás quiere tener una noche de pijama party con todas las chicas? Pero no…. te llama solamente para pedirte que le prestes el maravilloso vestido negro que usaste para tu fiesta de cumpleaños, lo que en realidad sucede es que ella se quiere ver linda para su nuevo novio. Ok, ¿como uno puede lidiar con eso?

En fin, estas son solamente cinco actitudes que te definen como una amiga abandonada, que esta sola, triste y lunática.

Interview With the catcher in the rye part 1

Interviewer: Hello Holden
Holden: Good morning
I: Do you want to tell me the story of your life?
H: no, I don’t want to do it
I: so, what are you doing here?
H: I don’t know, when I saw you in the cafeteria I thought that you were really phony.
I: oh, I see. Do you have any brother?
H: Yes, I think I have one but I have a sister, she is nice
I: Oh, so you really love your sister
H: No, I didn’t say that but yes for a while I think loved her.
I: I understand by the way I have a brother and a sister too. Both are studying. Are you studying?
H: No, I’m not.
I: And what do you want to do with your life?
H: I want to be nothing jajaja but I really enjoy being a collector of lives.
I: A collector of lives? What do you mean? I haven’t heard that before. do you mean this literally, no?
H: Totally.
I: can you explain me that?
H: no, I can. I have to go
I: Where?
H: I have to visit to my old history teacher. Mr. Spencer.
I: can I call you and we can talk again?
H: Yes sure. I’ll call you later.
I: ok. I’ll see you later.
He never call me...

THE HACKER MANIFIESTO

The Hacker Manifesto

January 8, 1986
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

experience like a blogger

If you ask me about my experience like a Blogger I must say that was really extreme I never use to make nothing in Internet. Actually, I hate the computers and it was a quite difficult to me. Sometimes I was lost. particularly with the posts because I always forget writing this to my classmates honestly, I don’t know why. this kind of experiences changed my style of writing in a good way because I must confess that I really enjoy writing but not in English, obviously, and one day I was doing nothing in my house because I finished a book that I was reading and suddenly I wanted to write in my blog about this book and then I thought “this is the blog of language 3” but I was already posted and I realize that this is a good way to improve our writing skill and also it is fun. I would like to do this better in the next time because I was so inconstantly with this I didn’t make this because it was useful. I did this because I had to do it and now I am regretful about that.

A WONDERFUL BLOG

If you ask about a blog I must say that yaela’s blog is wonderful. In this blog which is called yaela comes back¡¡¡¡ you can almost see yaela’s face. It is like you are talking with her because her blog it is so yaela. Here you can find nine posts about different topics. I like the way she developed her blog in her own way and also her blog it is very colorful and with a lot of flower that personally, it is so nice I feeling like Alice in wonderland. I really enjoy the post about “Chileans people in the world” because I now that she really love dancing and she mixes topics so different like football and dancing also she is right when she talks about Chileans people who forget our traditions. On the other hand, it is also important to mention that she has some grammatical mistakes that maybe she can improve writing a little bit more or I discovered a great way to improve our grammatical mistakes but you must to read movies scripts I realize that when you read an English book you see the writing in a formal way but with the scripts you can see it in an informal way.

If you ask me about students I must said that we are the responsible for our education. Personally, I think that we are passing for a very bad moment because it is the final of the semester and we are totally lay back because we use to said “ ohhh, we just have one week to finish this semester so… I don’t care “ I know that it is a problem but what more a teacher can do? A mean, the classes are good but it is important to say that sometimes the teachers forgot that they were students too. So I think that this is really funny because sometimes I use to said “I would like to be like that teacher” and probably you would be like that teacher.
we, as students, are wrong because we don’t realize that our parents are paying a lot of money for our education and we are just wasting the money of our parents and our time.

Personally, if you ask me about what make us Chileans is the fact that we are always fighting for what we want also it is important to said that we, as Chileans people, are wonderful and charismatic people but something spring to my mind when I think in our country and that it is: why we must made a big suffering to win or reach something, why all bad things are always happening to us?  But then I think that kind of things made us the country that we are in this moment.

Sometime my grandfather use to talk about this and he always said something that I really agree with him and that is that the mapuche people made us with this kind of characteristics this people gave us the warlike feelings and our strongly blood.

I used to hear from our citizen that we are a multicultural country and maybe they are right but in our global world it is important, to me, be a cosmopolitan country and if we are losing our accent so quickly   it is not a big think to me, if you ask me, about this I must that we can be a wonderful country with or without a characteristic accent.