Basketball boy

When I was a girl, like 7 or 8 years old, I was in love with a boy of my grade. He used to practice basketball in the break time and by the end of the class day too.

I wanted to get close to him, so my mom told me that I could join him to play basketball in the break time. I wasn´t that good in sports, less in something with a big, heavy and fast ball that could hit you anytime. But the next day I was there, with him, trying to understand the rules of the game, and making conversation to be friends.

When I was starting to lose his attention, I quickly asked him about how to throw the ball to the basket, which is the fun part of the basketball sport I think.

Of course I got his attention back and not only that, for teach me, he put behind me and took my hands against the ball.

That was so romantic.

If I got to be honest, I didn´t think about the pressure of being teached and fail in that moment, which was something almost sure to happen. When he told me to jump, we jumped together and I threw the ball through the air.

Halfway to throw the ball I realized that I was living a Disney moment that could get ruined so easily. It would be a shame if he doesn´t wan´t to teach me anymore if I´m very bad at sports.

I started to think what I could do to make him stay, thinking about the plan "B", I got anxious.

But It was not necessary.

The ball directly passed through the basket. It was totally unexpected, I was surprised and he was happy, he inmediatly told me that I had skills for basketball and if I wanted to train with him.

I´m not a risky person, I knew it was just luck in the right time, and I´m very grateful about that, it will stay in my memory for a long time.

After that day we got closer, but as friends.

10 Years in future

Sometimes I think about the future,

In ten years I can´t be sure if I´ll still be alive, and, I´ve got to be honest, for me is not a big deal.

Anyways, for be more realistic I´m almost sure I´ll have a job and already had finished my college career, because I need money to do what I like to do and I don´t like the idea of maintained by my parents if they´re alive too.

Most of my friends from other countries leave their parents at 18 years old, so why I wouldn´t?

I would like to work in 3D animation, perhaps in other country could be easier to find a job and if I can choose I would like to go to another place where they don´t speak spanish or english.

But by then surely I will have done some postgraduate in animation, may have studied about three more years in a master´s degree.

Maybe I´ll have a partner, I hope I won´t have kids, but mostly I hope he/she doesn´t have kids.

We will not live together, because my life goal in future is to travel the world everytime I can. Maybe with my family, my partner or alone.

I hope that in the future traveling is cheaper, it is also possible that most people would be vegan or at least vegetaian, and we care more about the enviroment. I doubt if there will be a great change in Chile...

16th Birthday

I could blame all my birthdays without exception for made me the person I am now:
Lonely, depressive, sarcastic, cynical and a little bit silly.

When I was young everyone told me that birthdays are a special day to spend with your friends and family celebrating that you are in this world. It has to be that way.

But why did I just born in summer vacations? all my friends were out of the town or the country.

I remember the last four or five birthay parties in other city without my parents and friends, I don´t remember more because my memory is selective and can´t remember crap. Because they only got one month of holydays and the plan is pass february in Arica, the city where my aunt and cousins live.

In my 16th birthday, january 26th 2017, I didn´t do anything, not because I couldn´t, but I didn´t know what to do. I do, neither go on shopping, or go out, I don´t have friends in a city that I visit two months per year.

That day we, my aunt, cousins and me, went to eat at a "x" restaurant, I pretended that I was super happy and all, In the night my parentrs called, my friends send me messages and I realized that I wanted a hug so bad.

A week later my parents came to stay during their holyday month as always. The same day my mom gave me my present for my birthday.

It was a book called "My life is a disaster".

Two seconds later I was crying. It was that kind of crying when the drops fall every millisecond. And she was asking me what´s the matter, and I was saying "is nothing I´m being too teenager".

What I mean is that the phrase "my life is a disaster" was way too dramatic, exaggerated and stupid to be considered what I felt in that moment.

And thinking that my problems are not even near to be important, specials, with a possibility of end up being the first chapter of a great story with me as the protagonist falling in love with X person in a very cheezy way!... I think that made me cry a lot.

My mom didn´t hug me, I didn´t asked her.

Because I was reading my birthday present and realizing that THANK GAGA I don´t have big problems!

Koogi

Since I watched Naruto for the first time, when I was like 8 years old, I´ve been very interested in Boys Love, Slash, Yaoi, etc. Until now I prefer to watch gay movies than tipical heteroboring series, movies or even books.

My fanatism brought me to Yaoi groups in Facebook where people talked about their favorite BL (boys love) series, books, movies or comics. 

By the beginning of the year 2017 a comic in particular became popular. It was called "Killing stalking", to stum up, a stalker fell in love for a killer, of course it ends badly.

THAT´S OBVIOUS, I know, I mean, maybe I forgot yesterday because I ended up crying so bad in the bathroom.

So, this is the best comic (manhwa) I ever read in my life until now. Make you choose sides, it makes you have thoughts that you know are wrong, always waiting in suspense, etc.

The creator of the comic, and my depression, is called Koogi, there is not much information about her, she wrote and illustrated the all 67 chapters of the comic. 

If the comic is pretty sad, depressive, strange, raw, and creepy. How is she? how is her personality? Hited the spot in everything because she knew what to give us? 

You may not agree, but sickly love (only when it is not real, as in books) told in a certain way, can be very attractive to many girls. I don´t know why.

There is so much to ask her about her work, favorite activities and even where she studied. Even the few information about her would be a question.

Birthday

For my 18th birthday, that was january 26, I was in three airports: the first in Perú, the second in México an the tgirth one in Cuba. It would be my second time there so we,my aunt and my cousins, already met big part of La Habanna and we dedicated to travel to farther places that we still hadn´t visited.

In my years before I´ve never expected that I would be celebrating my 18th birthday in an airport, don´t get me wrong, I almost knew I would be at least in another city because I´m too shy to make parties and invite people to my house and I needed a good excuse to make my parents abandon that idea of me being sociable.

Anyways, even if my plan wen´t well and I didn´t have to make a party, it wasn´t that good. 

Everyone thinks that travel is wonderful and I would be more grateful about it,but taking airplanes and stay in the airport waiting to be attended is very exsausting, boring, and stressful. By the end of my birthday I had to comfort myself thinking about what i was gong to do the next day because no one was in the mood to celebrate in a disco that I was already "legal" to enter there. 

Then I just conviced myself that these would be the best vacations ever and that every day would be my birthday even if I thought I would be the protagonist of this trip. 

I like to think that I´m a very creative person and I got a lot of imagination,so every time I felt sad on that trip I remembered that not every one spends his birthday in three countries (Perú, México and Cuba) and certainly not every one have the power to feel themselfs as the "star of the show" even if they don´t have public.

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