So he said (6)

- We need to talk.

- Yes, we do.
- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- I think so...
- Are we both ready to say good-bye?
- A good-bye of the loving heart? yes. A good-bye from my friend? I don't know if I want to.
- I don't want to say good-bye to my friend either.
- See you soon, but not too soon?
- Yes
- I'll miss you... 
- Me too.
- Don't hate me. 
- Never


It's been a couple of months, and everything's a-ok.
So it's true, you live, you learn.
The heart knows what it wants, your scars are battle wounds that make you stronger.

Washing the brain...

Finish the sentences:

• Always in my bag house keys, transit card/car keys, wallet, cell phone, reusable bag, EOS ball thingie.
• A bad habit that I have Procrastinating
• First thing I do in the morning press the SNOOZE button.
• A fear I have: overestimating my capabilities.
• Currently loving on the interwebz: Google Chrome's thumbnails (because I'm an academic geek)

Choose one:

• Summer/Winter - winter
• Breakfast/Dinner - dinner
• City/Countryside - city
• Sunrise/Sunset - sunset
• Nutella/PeanutButter - hummus (¿?)
• Bath/Shower - shower
• Pancakes/Waffles - pancakes
• Dine it/Takeaway - dine in

Beauty favorites (Huh? Do I have any?)

• Make up brand: Clinique
• Skincare brand: Clinique
• Can't-live-without-product: Dramatically different moistusizing gel by Clinique
• A product that I dislike: anything Clean & clear... ew!
• A favorite place to shop for makeup: Blush-Bar
• Favorite beauty IG account: @cremitasperfumadas

From Ingrid Nielsen's IG stories.

Mother of all f**ks!

"No good deed goes unpunished, all helpful urges should be circumvented"

So he said... (5)

- So... how do you feel?

- Empty inside
- Funny... ha... ha... you just had surgery. HOW DO YOU FEEL?
- Can't talk, everything hurts.
- Sleep baby girl.

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- Would you call yourself a "cancer survivor"?
- That'd be too much, and an insult to real cancer survivors.
- If you had to label yourself, what would it be?
- Bullet-dodger?

- Sounds cool

- I was thinking Angelina Jolie "colombian version" but maybe that'd be too much.

- You're right... the "air bunnies" gave it away.

Gurl talk

So... this just happened:

Her: Guuuuuurl! my husband has just been named DEAN!!
Me: I knooooooow gurl! congrats! should I call you 'First Lady' now?
Her: Haha... You know it gurl!
Me: Huge responsiblity, huh?
Her: That's what they said once he accepted: it's the second most honorable title at the University, good name BUT with an incredibly huge work load, extra long hours, same paycheck, 10 scheduled meetings per week, giving up his research projects... how lucky are we?
Me: I'm pretty sure the other person proposed by the Chair of Directors and the University President is truly happy your guy won.
Her: Lucky bastard. I'll be sure to thank him when, if I ever meet him.
Me: In that case... you're welcome?
Her: ...
Me: ...
Her: I never meant the "bastard" part. I know I love you gurl.
Me: I know gurl.

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Yeah, I was first runner-up for Dean.
Again.
Yeah, I was offered the position two years ago.

And I said "It'll be an honor, but not yet... I'll let you know when".
Again.
And they said: "Ok".
Again.

So he said (4)...

- I HAVE TIX FOR BRUNO MAAAAAAAAARS!?!?! Wanna come?

- Ummmmmmmm...
- I know, you no like-y.
- And you know if it was Pablo Milanes or Mercedes Sosa I'd go.
- Huh?
- You know, Southamerican folk music?
- Are you sure you're bulgarian-american? not full argentinian?
- That's what my mom said.
- Oh honey... she lied.

So he said... (3)

While driving...

- Wait! I like that song! What's its name?
- Lemme check my phone.
- Shazam?
- Nope... Siri, what's the name of that song?
- ...
- Nothing
- Try again?
- Siri, what's the name of that song?
- ...
- Nothing
- Is something wrong with your iPhone?

- I don't have an iPhone.
- 😮
- 😎

Weird is such a strong word

It's funny how you spent a good amount to time saying "I don't want to"... but then life says "I don't care, I simply won't let you".

It feels funny.
Not angry.
Not sad.
Not unfair.

And pretty weird.

Shout out to my stalkers!!

Apparently I have stalkers... yay?
And I know them, but I don't know when, how or why they stalk me.

Actually, I do know why.
As far as I know, my school friends are the only ones luuuuurking around these pages.
They asked about me not writting much here and well, to be honest I don't have as many funky adventures as I did before, much less the time to write about it.

Still, I love mah gurls!
Miss you when I don't see you as much as I should and love you more than we did when we were 10.

So he said... (ii)

- How was the Dr.'s appointment
- I need surgery
- WHAT?
- Nothing major, in-and-out. Nothing to worry
- WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?
- I'll be out of the office 4 days. But it's standard...
- No, seriously, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?
- About what?
- OUR CIRQUE DU SOLEIL TIX!!!!
- ¿?
- What?
- They'll cut me open the week AFTER the circus.
- Great!
- It makes me so happy you have your priorities in order.
- I know, right?

Among office people (1)

I guess this will be the place where I let go off the steam that comes with sharing office space with many personalities and moods.

No one reads this stuff anymore so... yeap.

A dream is a wish your heart makes?

I had a dream... 

I was having a comfortable and civilized conversation.

He asked me about life, about love.

I replied with simple words like "happy", "nice", "useful", "promising"... I had nothing to complain.

He asked about my job.

I said "incredible", "changes", "happy", "tired"...

He said he'd stalked me from time to time.

It surprised me.

I said I did it on him, once or twice. Nothing much, moving on.

And then I woke up.

Moving on... and having a weird dream that's becoming a blur the more I try to recreate it in my mind.

So he said... (i)

"I believe you'd make a great mom"

And, for the first time in a long time, I didn't have much to say.

We've come a long way hun...

With great power comes...

... plenty of sleepless nights.

One year after landing my dream job, the one I was really looking for, the one I wanted and fought to the mattresses for, I got a promotion.

Whuuuut?

Yeap.

When you're growing up, reading "Head of...", "Director of..." on your presentation cards means a bigger office, a secretary, a CM and a PR (actually, learning what those meant...) YAY!

Check, check, check, check...

What they never tell you is how you'll be working 24/7, having your entire life on your smartphone, arriving at the office when is dark, before the sun comes out and before everyone else; and leaving when is dark, after everone else is gone.

Learning to deal with people who want to have a fight with you just because... that's the part I hate the most.

My mom and dad keep telling my I can do it. My sisters say I've earned it.

I heard this voice on the other side of the phone saying:
Think about it Ñoñi, you have the power now; you'll be able to clean house and do all the amazing things you've always wanted to. You may work twice as hard, but the reward will be four---five times bigger! You're meant to do great things... don't run!

But I don't want to work in between confrontations!
I didn't attend 7 years of graduate school for this... but then again, that's what my last 2 years were about.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait--- I fought my way into two diplomas, in a foreing language, in a foreing country, ready to lose it all.

Pfffffffffffffffff!

I wrote an entire thesis and took a professional degree test on the same week.

I worked two jobs while teaching a Master's class and never missed my yoga+spinning+swinning session and went dancing twice a week in 2 years.

I had the head of Graduate School apologize to me for that my ass*** advisor did to me.

This will be NOTHING compared to bitch-slapping H.Wei's lab.

Ok now.
I'm ready.

I honestly had this epiphany while writting... it's true blogs are the psichoanalist you can't afford can't go to because it's past 8PM and you're still at the office finishing two presentations you're supposed to do on two different parts of the planet.

I'm getting f***ng old, man

Turns out working is making me sick.
The work I looooove... is making me sick.

I never imagined I'd be one of those people who went to the doctor and got a "Vertigo due to work stress"... and a doctor's tsk-tsk face.
He said I need a day off, I said NO.

I had a full week off when I went to Mexico two weeks ago, I said.
I really? and why did you go there?
I went to a conference... I had a couple of presentations, a meeting, a workshop and...
So, work.
Not really, I rode a bike a couple of times...
I know that's part of your work.
I went out with friends...
How many days were you there and how many hours did you do NOTHING?
8 days... a few.
How many weekends have you "worked from home" (he did the airbunnies thingie) the last 11 months?
Ummmm... the last... ummmm... 4 times 11 is... 40?
That's it little girl. You're grounded. No more working weekends for you!!
..................

The inimaginable has happened...

After all those years of sleepless nights, tears, wishful thinking, realising who I am... it happened.

The A-word is now part of my vocabulary.

I am now someone's ADVISOR.

SAY WHAAAAAAAAAT???
Yeah-huh gurl.

Today, I got this from a friend, my little dude said it was true.

All in all, all's good...

The new soundtrack of mah life , baby!

Why bother writing when dear old Freddy can say it for me?

You grow up...

... and it's your birthday.

And one of your dearest friends is missing.
And you find out she's sick.
And then you ask what's going on.
And someone tells you she's not well.
And you talk to your friend, the Doctor.
And he's brutally honest, but it's that's what you asked for.
And then you call her.
And you hear the words: transplant, bone marrow...
And all you can say is something stupid like: Be honest, you're getting a lipo AND boobs!
And she laughs.

And then... then what?

She starts treatment tomorrow.

Life... huh?

Apocalypse now

While getting ready for the end of the world... my friend Andy mentioned how we were supposed to prepare for thunder and kaboom and all that jazz.
But nononono... just don't. Zeus is the one with the thunder and the rays and the music.
Jesus is more into big productions, he goes BIG. He makes it rain...... FROGS!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, frogs have been raining on my little world, an old blast from the past has been lurking around my little social media platforms.

Fun thing, I don't know how it happened but one of her associates managed to find my work e-mail and boom! she sent a message to the only electronic mailbox I manage.
Soon she'll Facebook friend request me, maybe follow me on twitter. Maybe even commenting on one of the websites I collab.

Get ready folks, the horsemen are coming!

I've been told I'm moving to a new office in a couple of months so I don't think they'll be able to find me.
I'll leave a post-it at the door, just in case.

Did you really think my baby little soul would write back?