martes, 6 de julio de 2010
Win that never disclaim
A year ago, I wanted very much to a person. He was my best friend, my best company. We put out difficult times that our friendship. Those moments still haunt me, those spaces where we laughed at life and any time we wanted to change the world. Sometimes I smile to remember those beautiful days when I wake up every morning happy because I would have someone to share a cup of tea. But now those times are clouds that travel across the sky and move from side to side. I think I pursued.
Then we fought. We never talked about our feelings. We decided to take separate paths. We hurt each other, and then try to make peace. It's hard to forgive. And forget.
People think I'm obsessed with these things, that nostalgia is a product of mental illness. I live remembering the past and the things people say that's bad. But have you ever heard a phrase from a teacher who I greatly and said: "To move forward, sometimes you have to go back to the beginning".
Suddenly, I realize that I must move forward, I should not stay in a fixed location because I lose precious minutes of my life on things that cause me grief. The funny thing is that the minute you least expect it, you love that person smiles. Although it may seem unattainable, never mind. I still look for that smile. You miss that smile. I dream of the twinkle in his eyes. Then you start looking in the eyes of others that shine so special. And you discover that your search turns into a goal to reach. And then begin your fight.
Because, believe me. Francis Cabrel As you said, you can destroy everything they see. But he will come and your smile will rebuild everything. All of a murmur. He was born the love I feel now.
For now, I would go ahead and continue with my life. But that memory so precious to me stays close to make me smile. I'm still struggling to return to approach that person and say what I feel without hindrance. For those who give up never win and the winners never quit.
domingo, 6 de junio de 2010
Love and photography

The image that struck me most during these years was the last photograph of John Lennon alive. Annie Leibovitz was the apartment of John and Yoko Ono on December 8, 1980. She’s working for Rolling Stone magazine. Hours after the photo shoot, John was killed by Mark David Chapman, his admirer, who shot him four times. Finally, Rolling Stone published on January 22, 1981 that it would cover the story. In other words, the love story of John and Yoko would be a posthumous tribute to the feelings of the musician.
I can’t help feeling chills looking at that photo. It's a special feeling because it was the last photo of John Lennon alive. When I look in my head sounds like "Imagine" and I want to cry. Photography is so strong, I tremble when I remember or see. In addition, I’m excited the contrast is between the naked body of John and Yoko's fully clothed body. No matter what Yoko has represented in the life of The Beatles. I can only feel the love that is like to see the photo.
The same happens when I read the biography of Annie Leibovitz. She was partner Susan Sontag, a great essayist whom I like and I read in college. But she died in 2004. Annie was once his love affair with Susan was romantic, so Sontag's departure was difficult for her. Annie has three children through a surrogate mother. She turned 61, but it looks radiant and your photos are still wonderful.
That's why I like love stories. Not only the typical coming out on television. I like true stories of love, surviving at the death and the grief of losing a loved one. The photograph bears witness to these words. A picture can make me cry all day.

My last "Happy Easter"
When I was little, my mom used to hide the eggs around the house. I believed in the fantasy of the Easter Bunny, so I prepared food for the bunny wouldn't die of hunger. We prepared carrots, lettuce and a dessert of banana. Now I remember and I laugh at the madness that was during Easter. But I admit I do it again, if only for fun.
The last time Easter was celebrated with my friends from university. To my best friends gave them chocolate eggs. I bought eggs and cellophane wrapping. He closed with a gift ribbon. The next day, they were handed out to friends. Everyone liked it and was very happy. But I made a mistake: giving away eggs to someone who doesn't deserve them. To someone who treated me bad weeks after my gift.
Later, when I have my own family, I would teach my children this fun story and to repeat the story of the "food of the Easter Bunny", so they will not starve for distributing chocolate eggs overnight.
Death or jail? The big question of Chilean justice
The pros and cons of the death penalty are the same as other ethical debates such as abortion and euthanasia, because it jeopardizes the lives of people, even evil. Implacable convictions serve as a lesson for criminals. The disadvantage is, it is confident that the capital punishment reduces crime? Before time talking about tough sentences, one must first solve the problem of "revolving door" of justice.
In this case, the revolving door is the recidivism of offenders. In other words, those who commit crimes again after they are released and return to the streets as if nothing had happened. Then re-offend, go to jail and leave shortly thereafter. It's the big problem with the government and has not been resolved. So the capital punishment is a debate that has gained strength: for the simple sentences previously defended useless now.
I was robbed a couple of years ago. But fortunately I have not suffered violent assaults, but it has been for my lack of attention. But I transit through the streets in fear, because I know someone is waiting for an oversight on my part to assail. Sometimes I take things of value, such as laptop, camera, cell phone, documents. I do not want to spend a robbery, but I do not know that I am free to be the victim of a crime. That I know the revolving door is a problem of every day.
jueves, 13 de mayo de 2010
I can't live without my "cuernofono"

What is "cuernofono"? When I was little, I liked watching The Flintstones on TV. I loved Fred Flintstone and his stronger personality. Like all things technological that prehistory, he had a telephone, but it was a horn. This family said it "cuernofono". So, I decided to baptize my cell phone with that nickname. Although his real name is Sony Ericsson J105.
Four weeks ago, I changed my old phone 'cause it didn't work. When I called my cell phone was turned off. So I decided to change it and buy a new one with more features. I always wanted a good phone, with various applications and very modern.
My cell phone has two cameras, one for taking pictures and one for video call. It has too a calendar, radio, games, alarms, Bluetooth, applications and mp3 player.
I have many songs on my phone and I like to hear them when I go to university. My world without my cell phone would be strange, 'cause I use it every day. I love talking on the phone with my mom and my friends. I’m satisfied to have a cell phone so cute. Above all, I love to play sudoku for fun in boring classes.
Definitely, I can’t live without my “cuernofono”. It’s like an extension of me.
jueves, 6 de mayo de 2010
Ro and Rock

My best friend is a future music journalist. In fact, she has always been a journalist. She's Rocio Novoa and her nickname is Ro. If I hadn't known in high school, we wouldn't have found at university three years ago.
Ro is my best friend 'cause she has always been in my side, in bad and good times. She's smart, nice and music lover; above all she's a lover of rock. I imagine my friend writing on the Rolling Stone or performing her radio show.
By the way, she performs a radio show with her boyfriend, Hector. It's a podcast called "Hec-Ro". I think that's what makes her happiest. But I wish they come together at a radio station with their radio show.
My best memory with her is... No, I don't know, 'cause I have a lot of good memories. Memories are so cute that I could not tell which the best is. We have done so many things, like going to concerts, take coffee at Starbucks, watching movies and sharing so many that I will never forget.
I only know that I love, always will be my great friend and the best reporter of all, 'cause what is written on the face.
jueves, 29 de abril de 2010
About Pam... the real Pam

When I was 17, Journalism was a badly option for me. I was afraid and insecure, 'cause generally, journalists of this country didn't have a good fame. But things are changed and I study Journalism since 2008. Always I dreamed to stay here, to writing reports and chronicles.
So, in that year, I knew Pamela Jiles. She's a famous journalist and writer in Chile. She's granddaughter of Elena Caffarena, an outstanding social activist and follower of Feminism. Pamela Jiles. She studied Journalism at Catholic University and worked in some media, like TVN, UCTV and Chilevision. Also, she wrote books about Sexuality and Politic, for example: Sexual Poetry and Sexual Fantasies of Chilean Women.
Sincerely, she's my idol 'cause I like her strong personality and critical words. She have some qualities, like intelligence, beauty and professional soundness. She doesn't have any problem for saying anything. I wish to have her spirit of justice and equality and to be a good journalist like her.
I want her to return to the television. This country needs good journalists, with real vocation and concerned about society. Pamela Jiles is an example of rigorous when reporting. She also has a critical look at society is needed in the media.
Unfortunately, I knew her in a funeral service of her friend, the lawyer and politician, Volodia Teitelboim. But I hope to talk with her someday. For an idol, I give it all.