Notes in the World Cup

Today is all about soccer. Go Mexico!

Notes in black and white

I'm in love with his voice and personality. His music makes me happy. My friend Daniel just told me I should marry Jack White and adopt him.

Notes in how to avoid crying at night

Since I was little, I've been afraid of dark. My grandmother used to tell me that one shouldn't be afraid of the dead, they didn't have any business bothering us. I grew up being afraid of darkness and death. Now I'm 26, and sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night feeling that someone's watching me, I then open my eyes and stare into the closet or my room's door. No one is there. No monsters, no ghosts, not even a shadow. I feel stupid for having these feelings still, but I can't help it. Last night, I wasn't afraid of darkness or death. Last night I was afraid of growing up alone, of dying alone. For the first time in a long time, last night, I was able to hold my tears and smile back to that thought. I did not know such thing was even possible, but now I know it can be done, not without an effort, but it can be achieved for sure. I didn't cry, and I fell asleep smiling, pretending to be happy, as if with that smile bad things would go away. I woke up this morning feeling OK, nothing out of the routine. I dragged my feet through Montana Ave. and got to work just in time. One less thing I can do wrong in the day. The task of the day will be to keep smiling. And this is how my first blog entry concludes.