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August 29th, 2007

Well, either when nothing else makes sense or when nothing else matters. Lovers build a bubble around them, just like families, friends, communities and groups of any kind. Belonging to any of those groups makes its members feel special, and safe. And the confidence and proximity of lovers is certainly one of the closest kinds. On the other hand, lovers tend to develop a language of their own. Both body language and spoken language. Ever realized that? :D

Calvin and Hobbes is propriety of Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate.

Susie is a smart@ss, isn't she? Pretty accurate on her definition of what "playing house" translates to in modern society. The gripe about jobs and the microwave dinner bit. It's scary when you look at it that way, huh? So that's all our days come down to? Remember that and try to make your everyday routine a bit more meaningful :)

On the personal note, I just had one issue with a truck driver which actually put me in an excellent mood. I was walking back home from work, and this guy was walking behind me and he started doing this sound we do with our lips to call a dog, inserting some stuff like cute and gorgeous and so. I was like "wtf?" and glared at him :evil: but he kept doing it. I was like, "ok, calm down BM, don't strangle him yet". So he hopped on in his truck and drove away. "What a jerk" I thought, and I kept walking distractedly when I was startled to realize that he was driving next to me.

He rolled the window down. I was wearing an orange skirt and he said this rude thing like: "I would suck all your juice down there" or something. Yeah, that gross. And that was enough to totally piss me off. He doesn't need to know that I'm the only girl in my father's side so my bro and a bulky bunch of male cousins taught me a couple of things. So I looked up and spitted at him a nice one, part of it in the window, part inside. Man, do I spit far. Yes, I know, very un-lady like but he wasn't a gentleman either. He drove away again cursing and shouting "b*tch" and stuff. I actually preferred it than being called as if I was a dog. Call me weird, but this incident put me in a good humour :D

Hmm, ok, carrying on with the tour around my city, yesterday we stopped in the natural rock barrier between the Shell Bech and Ondarreta Beach, right where the Miramar Palace stands. This was the place where the Spanish Queen Maria Cristina used to spend the summer. The Palace garden have magnificent views of the bay, and it is one of the favourite spots for newly weds to go get their wedding pictures taken.

The Queen Maria Cristina