PRIMER AÑO DE U

El primer año de u esta por terminar y siento como que apenas es enero y estaba empezando esta nueva aventura. Durante este año me han pasado varias cosas, algunas interesantes y otras que prefiero no recordar. La u es todo lo contrario del colegio, muy diferente a como uno ve el mundo. Por ejemplo los arquitectos pretenden que nos rebelemos y seamos otra vez niños y podamos sacar la creatividad que tenemos dentro. A veces no es bueno rebelarse, peor si se estudia en la ''Casa de la Libertad''.

Desde el primer día pude darme cuenta quienes iban a ser mis amigas en este largo camino. Hemos tenido nuestros problemas y mi mejor amigo decía que nos íbamos a parar pelando y ha tenido razón. Hemos tenido pelas, pero las hemos resuelto. También he tenido mis problemas con mi mejor amigo. Creo que al principio él estaba contento que iba a estudiar en la misma universidad que él porque podíamos vernos mas y etc, pero es todo lo contrario.. no lo veo todas las semanas y hay veces que no nos hablamos en un buen tiempo. Cada quien tiene su vida y aunque a veces le hablo y todo, pero el no me responde. 

Para la semana de entrega finales yo ando con un estrés inimaginable. Me he perdido fiestas de la promoción, cumpleaños de mis amigos, cumpleaños familiares; todo porque la u me absorbe. A veces hay días que me pongo a pensar que si no estuviera estudiando arquitectura que seria de mi vida. Pues la única respuesta es ser una vagabunda. He encontrado mi vocación y creo que lo importante es que nunca me aburro diseñando. Pueda que a simple vista las primeras semanas eran terribles!!!! Pero cuando le agarre la onda uno se va. La vida que llevo ya no es la misma de hace un año; estudiar arquitectura me absorbe todo el tiempo que tengo libre. Me dicen que debo de organizarme, pero como quieren que me organice si lo que me dejan es tardado. Pueda que solo tenga una tarea en el día, pero esa tarea me lleva todo el santo día. 

Mañana tengo parcial de psicología del ambiente y no tengo la mínima gana de seguir estudiando. Biophilia, teoría del color, pattern language, stress ambiental y etc.. interesante, pero mi cerebro pide cama y dormir. Me falta leer las paginas del libro de Holahan.. paginas dice jajaja CAPITULOS!! ya ven que es cierto que ya ando dormida. 

La mejor compañía para las noches de desvelo es buena música y una buena taza de cafe o coca cola. Para hacer maquetas me gusta escuchar progressive house, también cuando estudio para fundamentos. Creo que otros de mis gustos es la música, pero no me pongan country, mariachis y marimba por favor. 

Creo que debería de seguir leyendo.. 

It is never too late to remember our childhoods memories

When I think about childhoods memories, I had so many happy memories and also sad memories. I am going to describe one moment which was very special for me at that moment. 

When I was little I did not get an A in German or Mathematic. But when I was at 3^rd or 4^th grade I got my A in those classes. I studied harder all the weekend in the morning to get that mark. I remember that in the weekend at lunch time and night I could not study, due to my cousin has her birthday celebration and I could not do anything. I was so angry, because I thought I would get a bad mark. When we were at my cousin’s house I was in a bad mood, and I did not want to eat or to drink something. My mother saw that I was in that mood and she told me to put a smile on my face and to accept to eat or drink something and to play with my cousins. She was right, I had a good time with them; and I picked up a lot of candies. When it was late my mother told me to go back to home, due to I have to study, and I did not want. Now my mother was very mad, because I was not responsible at all. But hen I realize that I have to go back to study, because my cousins already study and they did not have the preoccupation to study and also because they were good at German and mathematics. I say goodbye to my cousins and family and go back to home. I did not want to study, due to I was tired and I wanted to sleep. I took a little nap and when I woke up I saw my watch and it was very late and I have to study. I went back to sleep and I did not care about German or mathematics. When I woke up on Monday I was nervous and I did not want to go to school, because I wanted to study and my mother said no. I was angry and when I came back to home at two ó clock I started to study like a pig. I did not do my homework’s, because I just think about my exam. On Tuesday morning I did my exam and when I finished it I was happy, but I could not describe it. I was so happy for myself, due to I did the best. When I got home I told my grandparents how it went and then my mother called; and I told her that it went very good. The teacher did not go to school all the week and I did not know which my mark was until next Monday. The teacher went into the class; she was very angry and happy at the same time. At first she gave the bad marks and I just feel so good, due to she did not say my name. The last name she said was mine and I remembered she was so happy for me. I just got my first A in German. I did not know what to do, I was so happy and I just want to go home and called my mother to tell the good news. When I got to home I told my grandparents and they bought me a present, well it was an ice cream and I was happy. When my mother came back I told her the good news and she was so happy. She bought me a present in the weekend and it was an ice cream again, but I was so happy. At that age I loved to eat ice creams and to go to the movies. I could not describe how it feels to get an A and since today I have not got another A in those classes, well I do not have anymore German classes, but that day it was the best of my life. I remembered it, because I have a smile on my face all the week and I felt so proud of myself. 

You never get a second chance to make a first impression

I am so moved with the title of this entry; due to a lover experience.  

I started to talk to him the last months of 2008 and at first he was just a friend. He was so nice with me. He was the kind of boy, who was very different from others. I felt in love with him, because he made me feel like the only girl in the world. He worried if something happens to you. But our first impression was not so good. It was a Saturday and I was at a Mall and I texted him and said I was at the Mall, he told me he was in the same place. I just saw him at pictures and he looks nice. But at that moment when I was seeing him something happened to me. I was so ashamed to see him and I run. That was something stupidly to do but my mind was in blank and I didn’t know what to do. He put an interrogative face and he just went to other place. When I talked to him at night he was sad because he thought that I saw him and I didn’t like him. But that was false. When I saw him I feel so happy and I thought he was going to be a great lover. He made me feel special and he was good-looking. For me he was the perfect guy, his heart is very cute. His personality was I loved the most; I did not care if he was not the handsome guy or something like that. I saw him like the handsome guy inside and outside. I just can not describe him and I do not know why. But when we broke up everything change and since today I do not know why. The first year we were not together I talked to him but he seemed to be not comfortable, for me it was also awkward moments. We never had a comfortable conversation where he asked something, I always asked him and he just responded to be nice. At that moment I realized he was not being honest and I just stopped talking to him. I do not know if he was more mature or I was mature enough to understand that he was not the kind of guy I was looking for. We tried to go back together but it did not work. I was not realistic that he was not the cute, sweet, honest, friendly guy I met. He only wanted to be successful in his studies and he did not care for other things. Also he only had time for his friends. He changed a lot and right now we do not talk too much. I do not talk to him very much and when we talk it is very awkward. Right now he is not my friend, he is just a know person I met. Sometimes it is so awkward, due to he is friend of my best friend. I have not seen him since last year and right now I do not want to see him. When I talk with my best friends we do not talk about him; last year he bother me a lot with this particular theme. Sometimes I just blush and started to be nervous. Last year he was kind to go with my best friend to the funerary. I appreciated a lot, but I could not talk to him too much, due to I was with other friends. My best friend told me he was surprised that I did not talk to him or that I searched to talk to him. But the true was that I was not looking for something at that moment. He was a good lover at his time and we do have a great time together. Sometimes he is immature but at the end everybody is not enough mature. I hope that someday we will talk again and we will become friends, due to we always need the help of friends or known people. I can not write how he is today, because I do not talk to him, but I think he has change and he is a better guy. I wish him the best. 

Someone who means a lot to me

When I read all the topics and see: ''An important person''; I just said this topic is so important for me, due to I have the opportunity to write about a person who I shared my secrets, thoughts, happy and sad moments. 

His name is Federico and he is my best friend and for me he is like my brother. He is 19 years old and he is at his first year at University. His nicknames are Freddy, Neitor and Krueger. His nickname Freddy has a story and it is because in the coffee shop &café they can not write Fede and they always write in the cup Fer, Carlos and some other I can not remember. He is very tall, and when I talk to him I have to put up my face, but it is easy to give him a hug. He helped me a lot last year at school and when my grandmother passed away. When my grandmother passed away he came the day before the funeral to the place where my grandmother was and the day of the funeral at the graveyard. He supported me a lot. At that moment I realize he is a very good friend, who will always be there for me any time. Just imagine he was the first person who I told that my grandmother passed away and I cry at the phone. He puts me some nicknames and they are Marilu, Mariluz, Marialuz and many more. I can say that I didn't know that we were going to be really good friends. I don’t know how to describe him, due to he is a person who is very closed; he doesn’t talk too much, but this year I have known him in our conversations and when we go out to have lunch at Oakland Mall and I can say that the is a very happy person who enjoys every moment like it was the last one.  He is the kind of person who loves to go to the gym; when he has the time to exercise he does. When I write this he was at the gym. When we talk in health class about addiction, I talked to him that he was addicted to exercise, due to when he is on holidays what he does in the morning is go to the gym. He just laughs. So he has a lot of muscle hahaha. Also he likes to play football, tennis and many more. We can say that he is the typical man who likes to do sports. This year he started to do karate but he left it. He loves to travel with his friends; when there is an opportunity they go to the beach the whole weekend. He flew to Great Britain for two months to practice his English. Also he is a excellent student; he is brilliant in mathematics. He likes to go to parties with his friends. When he has the opportunity to go to a party he goes. He is always making jokes of everything. I know that when I am sad; he tries to put a smile on my face. There can not be a conversation in which he makes a joke or he writes something that makes me laugh very hard (Freddy if you are reading this please don’t be mad (:, you are not a clown). He wears blue, light blue, green, white, red, violet t-shirts and the typical jeans and sneakers. Sometimes he wears formal shirtsleeve, but just when he has to go to a formal meeting. His hair is straight and he uses gel to put it up. It is so funny. When he is driving he always puts music from his iPod and very loud. He likes rock, reggae, electronic and sometimes pop music. Also he goes to rock concerts that are groups from Guatemala. He is a very active person, he mostly is not in his house at weekends only when he has to study for University. He is a very busy person. The last time I saw him was in July, when we went to the movies to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II and since then we only talk via blackberry messenger. He likes science fiction, fantasy, action and many more types of movies. Mostly he goes with his friends who live in the same block of houses.

We have a lot of anecdotes and they are so funny. One of them was last year when we were at the coffee shop &café and he went to the bathroom and the key was broken and inside he realized that he could not open it. He called me and I remember his words: ‘’Marilu I lock myself in the bathroom, PLEASEEEE talk to someone from the coffee shop to open the door’’. So I went to call a lady and I told her: ‘’Leave him there for a couple of minutes’’ and she just laughed. The lady got him out of the bathroom and he was frightened; but at the end we just laugh. Today he remembered me that anecdote and it was so funny to remember it.

He is an honest, sincere, friendly and trustful person. He has such good values and I do care a lot for this friendship, due to he has been a good friend. Sometimes I think that if he goes to study for some months to other country I will miss him a lot and I know I will cry. For these reason and many more I love him and no matter what; I am going to be there for him any time.