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I'm supposed to be studying for the SAT... but anyway. Just checking if Quique is reading this.

Quique es loco (y quiero decir "es") =)
Quique es loco
Quique es loco
Again, Quique es loco.

Bye bye Quique =)

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I'm supposed to be studying for the SAT... but anyway. Just checking if Quique is reading this.

Quique es loco (y quiero decir "es") =)
Quique es loco
Quique es loco
Again, Quique es loco.

Bye bye Quique =)

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The term "personal statement" actually amuses me. Some said my essays sounded extremely sincere. I tended to agree with them - well, yes, this one and the first one were written personally, about non-fiction personal experience. But, but, actually, no "personal statement" that I have written would be more true and personal then the implication of this entry.

It came to the time when I lost the ability to trust. And like almost everybody, I had/have pretended. I didn't believe in him, me or us, when I said yes to him. I thought that it was a fair game - and it really was.

And I stopped bothering to speak, and stopped thinking that real emotions needed to be showed.It wasn't that I hadn't been loved. No, not that.

Things just, unfortunately, had been done in a reversed order.

Until one day, when I learned how to believe in something because it should have be believed in, not because every actually acted according to it. And although the shadow of the earlier days was still in me, I gave some certain people the privilege to be exceptional.

It's natural. I didn't realize that the process exists, until yesterday when I heard someone talking about someone else in school - about how he grew up hurt and damaged.

If someone did something terrible wrong to you without realizing it because they love you too much, should you blame them? Now, I'm old enough and have seen enough to not to trust their minds. But I trust their hearts. And I trust him too.

They know it - I let them know. They also know I don't trust that many people.

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Los Escarabajos is up to a documentary music video of the school!

Well, that's why we spent more than 3 hours this morning with the filming crew (basically Keally, Veronika and Kika) on the top of one of the roofs in the residential area (and it was really cool). It was about 10 am Saturday morning; I believe we did wake many people up, some of them went out to watch and dance - so it turned out to be a live rehearsal. Btw, I played the drums this time =)

The initial plan was just to film Don't let me down (imitating the Beatles' impromptu rehearsal on the top of a building, you know, with Don't let me down, Get back, and one other song). But we ended up playing all that came across our minds - Obladi oblada, Back to the USSR (we hadn't played that for 6 months!), and Let it be. We mentioned Dan too, making me wonder how he is doing now.

Ken, Quique, Paula and I went out for lunch afterward.

Next week we'll do the sound recording =)

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Effort and enthusiasm never seem to be enough.



Diligence?



Competition?



Perfectionism?



I'm not letting go, but I just let you know.



Master of Puppets, I'm pulling your strings.



Emo? Might be. Bisexual? Definitely. Gross? Not at all. I know what you're doing has nothing to do with me or my beliefs and concerns. But thank you for doing it.



Oh it's a one-way ticket.



If only I had 30 hours a day. But I don't know, maybe it won't make any difference.



Still.



Is it alright with you?