Back to Uni...!!

For four consecutive nights during this week I have slept just a few hours – 4 to be more exact; finally and after too much suffering I could finish my first assignment and also remembered how it was my former life as a university student.


What days!!! As I worked during day time 48 hours a week I had to take classes at evening time . Yes!! That was I did for 7 years and more... I wonder how I did to don’t die. If now I go to university three days a week and sometimes I feel I am dying. Talking frankly I was 10 or more years younger than now and even though my job required more responsibility than the job I have now, I also had more fun.

How forget  it!! That time it was also the time I was dating Tuti, my first lover.... Hummmm!! I feel myself nostalgic thinking back and bringing to memory all the things I had to do to meet him – that relationship it was really an adventure- and how fast my heart beat each time I saw him. I was a child (just 20 years old) and became a woman on his bed.

Oh my God!! I am going from stupid to ridiculous. My dear reader, please forgive me for that, but keepsakes are taking place on mind as I am writing down my ideas - It would not be fair if  I don’t allow myself to express my own feelings- don’t you think so?

Nevertheless, at that time I had a better job, more money, more friends, more fun and a lover (to call him in some way) things I don’t have right now but  instead of them I have freedom. Yeah!! Freedom to meet whoever I want or to go wherever I want or to decide whether I stay at home or go to the church. Yeah!! I have no ties to choose what I want to do. So, I try to enjoy today and just now with the things I can get.

And as each day brings its own gift, perhaps one day in future I will have memories about today and I am going to say.

- Oh! What days!! In which I could drink a cool beer or eat a big piece of chocolate cake without any problem.

The lesson: time never goes back. Past is like a collection of movies – some bad some nice - you have and can play at any time, just take a minute, think back and enjoy them. And remember, people don’t live on movies.

One week more....

Thanks God this stressful week has gone. No interesting events happened. But there are a few facts that have made me think about what is the true behind the reality:

• Fact: I wrote an email to Scooby saying to him I won’t tell him any more about my feelings.
• Truth: I know that is not true. I am starving for one of his kisses; I am still fuckly in love
• Fact: Doing my round in the shopping I found a handsome, blond hair, young man peeing. It was so embarrassing.
• Truth: It was a pity I couldn’t see his dick. At least now I could say I have seen one recently. 
• Fact: My sister’s party was successful, about 100 people, tango, hot wine, many pictures and live music
• Truth: I have missed out more than a party. Unluckily she just turns 50 once. The whole family was there except me. I also think the party would have been funnier if someone would have brought a stripper
• Fact: I am on my way to the asylum having dialogs with a dummy.
• Truth: the only I need it is a real man with a real dick who wants to have a real great fuck
• Factt: I have worked to much the whole week.
• Truth: I hope such hard effort will be reflected in my bank account within two weeks
• Fact: I haven’t started my economic assignment yet. 
• Truth: Let’s go work!! If I don’t finish it by tomorrow night I will be on trouble.

The lesson: The facts not always tell the truth....

A holiday week... time to have a rest!!

From today and for a week I have holiday. Oh God! This is more than justice, I mean I was working for nearly two months from monday to sunday and I need a holidays, I know it is too early (in my opinion) to have holidays from Uni, but what can I do?? I have them and I will take advantage of it.

Anyway, I have many things to do during this week such as three assignments, start my pilates routine (It has been long time without do any physical excercise apart from my job), perhaps I can go for a walk to the places most I like on Gold Coast, or whatever. Although, I'd prefer to do no plans, neverthless instead of being so happy there is something missing, I feel as a part of me it is not here (Hehehe!! Stupid girl, of course it is not, one part is in Colombia and the other one is with Scooby) or maybe it is just the effect of the hormones acting in my body - 28 day is coming soon- What can it be?? Really, I don't know.

Talking about job, I have just started a new seeking, Yes!! I need to find a new job quickly because I am getting tired and less motivated to performance the jobs I have now.

I hope good luck is with me, so I can have good rest, enjoy the city, find a new job, finish my assignments and chat with the people I love. Too much to do, isn't it?

And maybe I can finally see my mother by webcam this weekend, I hope I can because I need it.

Getting warmer...

As Gold Coast is becoming warmer and warmer day by day I do. Just a couple of weeks I went to bed wearing my long sleeves thick pijama made by cotton, a pairs of socks on, my special boots to sleep and one blanket and two dooner. I don’t know how I can’t stand low temperature here if when I was in Colombia there were very cold night – even 5C- and I used to sleep just wearing my panty.

Hahaha!! Those were beautiful times. My mother was always upset, running behind me and complaining about how much shameless I had became.

- “Child, dress yourself, ladies don’t sleep neither being naked walking around, any neighbour could see you” - She used to say me

Perhpas she was right, any neighbour could see me because we never closed the curtains. The question is that I will never know if they really see me at least once and if the spectacle was enjoyable. I hope It was.

Anyway, I am not really sure it the changes in the weather are real or if they are just a sensation of my very bloody horny body. Yes!! I am horny, my inner temperature is about 90C – Well, I guess.

I feel myself like if I were in a pot full of boiling water, I am simply burning myself and cold shower are not enough to me.

The lesson: doesn’t matter how it is the weather. Seasons depends on my own temperature. But if I don’t satisfy my own sexual appetite soon I will go from summer to hell – too hot. By now, an ice cream and a bucket of ice must be an alternative till I find a volunteer.

Going for a walk

Kaori and I have spent the weekend together, we are really having fun doing stupid things such as watching The Simpsons and some movies, playing on the computer, walking, talking, cooking, and making very, very silly jobs. – when I say silly it means really stupid, non-sense and idiots jokes, imagine what can it result of set a Japanese girl with a Colombian girl both of them with a very limited knowledge of English?

Nevertheless this morning we got up and decided to go for a walk at the beach. I should be ashamed of myself, how could I don’t go for walk to the beach before – I live just two blocks far away from the beach. Yes!! You must think I am silly, and it is true I am. I have been living in this flat for nearly two months and never before I went to the beach.

Anyway, go for a walk was really a good idea, the weather was more than perfect, it was closed to dreamt day. This beach is pretty different to Surfers beach, it was plenty of families, parents and children playing and spending time together, grandparents showing off their grandchildren, umbrellas, sunscreen, cameras, toys...

It was like walking through my childhood. A lot of memories came to my mind so I missed my family and my guys (my three nephews and my 2 youngest nieces). I missed those times playing together, discovering the world together, being child again.

Now, I have a new issue to think about – my family as I have known or have my own family, a new one.

The lesson: though I consider I won’t have children I need them around me to remind me future is full of hope, to keep my soul young and to don’t forget family is part of my happiness.

Yes. Crazy I am!!

I can believe that last night I spent more than 5 hours playing with my new computer what means I just slept 5 hours. The good about that is for first time in a long time I really enjoyed go late to bed. And as always the girls couldn’t believe it, so they said me
– Hey, go to sleep. You are crazy girl!

I don’t remember when it was the first time that someone called me “Crazy girl” but if there is something what I am pretty sure it is I have heard it my whole life and I will hear it until I die.

But, why do people around me call me like that? I don’t know perhaps because just a person similar to me

• Has a brownies and coke as a breakfast
• Doesn’t take off the socks to have sex – that is just in Colombia (of course in Australia it is impossible do it) - and watches Cartoon Network when s/he is fucking – specially Tom and Jerry, Powerful girls, Ben 10 and obviously Scooby Doo’s adventures
• Takes off his/her shoes to work – I miss that, I used to work in an office and more than once suppliers caught me with no shoes on
• Is in love whit a man who lives thousands miles far away from here, and uses a code to communicate to him that the poor man doesn’t know
• Gives name and surname to a sex toy like if it were a real person
• Blogs in a language different from her mother tongue
• Smokes when she is close to a heavy smoker because of her/his allergic to cigarette’s smoke
• Brushes her teeth with hot water
• Drinks beers with salt and wine with sugar and gets drunk just with three of beers or one glass of wine
• Eats green mango with lemon juice, vinegar , condensed sweet milk, pepper and salt
• Is attracted by a 29-years-old pregnant blonde girl with deep blue eyes. Yes!! I am not lesbian, I am pretty sure of that, but I can stop watching at this girl who is my Learning Skills instructor. I don’t even know how to describe this attraction but she makes me forget about Scooby. That is the reason which I think it is not friendship chemistry and you know what? I think she has the same sensation because we look for each other in our break times just to say Hello or to have a cup of coffee together. So far the situation is enjoyable more than worrying, I hope it doesn’t change in the future

The lesson: madness is like a dressing in a salad, without it every day is just a number in the calendar. I need to be a crazy especially when I can’t reasonably explain why weird things happen.

Like a child with a new toy

Juhu!! After solving many inconvenient I finally got my new laptop. That is a great news, it mean I can post more frequently in my blog, do my assignments on line and have more fun .... Perhaps, I can find a boyfriend but the problem is I would be more isolated that I used to be...

Anyway, I am having so much fun learning about my new computer. I really like it and being isolated is something I have to think about...

The lesson: Perhaps computers have an advantage versus humans. They never complain and do whatever you want.

Having a quick look

In my eagerness for keeping myself bussy -in order to deal with my broken hearth- I have returned a very old habit I had, READING. During the last month different kind of books has passed by my hands about knitting, self-esteem, relationships, religious issues, God, and of course sex - but the topics I rather prefer are sex and religious issues.

Paradoxically, these two are opposite. I dont understand why if both of them are sublime and necessary for any adult human being in process of continued growth. Plus if you truly know the meaning of real sexual life you should know sex is placed in another level different from just a physical necessity; exactly the same that religion. Because you can't have life just in one sphere when you are an integrated person wiht a soul, a spirit an a body. You must satisfied all of them.

Oh God!! What am I saying? If my mother, brother, sister or any memeber of the church I used to be active part of (yes!! I was a consumate christian, but as I will explainin the future I renounce my religion, but not my God) could read this, for sure they would kill me.
Back to the point I have found two great books which have captivated my attention:
Girl with a one-track-mind, It nothing related to religion but it is simply enjoyable, exciting and entertaining. If its author really experienced all the acnedoct she describes on it she makes me green envy. I dont even have 10% of her experience. She became one of my hero and I am actually a fan of her blog.

Dirty Words is for some one like me who is discovering the wealth of a language as English. I found it just fascinating.


I am not promoting this books, Ok?? There is not any financial interest in my comments about them but why dont share a pair of books which have given such a fantastic fun like I have had reading them so far?

As I use to say "There is nothing comparable to read a good book, while good background music is been playing and you are having a glass of hot wine". Oh!! there is something better than that it is having the best sex of the world with the person you love. For now, I will have to wait for it

Big boobs, small boobs

For the last three months I have been lost weight apparently because of my stress level and my no relaxing routine. I have lost sizes as well. I have came from size 8 to size 5. What mean I am getting slimmer day by day. I know in my case another women would be pleased, but sorry I am not. And as It is known when you lose weight and size you do in your whole body reason by which my hips, my waist and my boobs are smaller now.

That is not a great new for me. I used to be the girl with the biggest tits in my family and also among my friends. At home, for example you could easily identify my bras because they used to be the huge ones (size 36B) in comparisson to my sister, my nieces an my mother (size 30A, 32A and 34B). I was traumatized about that, also buying a bra for me was a tragedy (finding the rigth one it wasnt a piece of cake).

And not being enough have big boobies I have three nipples, Yes!! Three instead of two like a normal girl. What is a shame is that none of my former lovers has known how to take advantage of this (I think they didnt even realise it). This was too much for me.

I really hated my breast! You must wonder why. Let me explain. In the region of my country where I grew up it is pretty common to see beautiful girls with nice shape, big hips, long legs but not with big boobs. In fact, I was a freak between all those women. Nevertheless my breast was also admired by the most of men around me. At least something good but not goog at al. In more than one occasion I had to say to my interlocutor "Hey! Come on. Look at me. My tits can not talk" or "If you weren't breast-fed enough when you were a baby, sorry but let me tell you I can't help you because they have no milk".

So, for all these reasons and more I wanted ton change it. I visited even a plastic surgeon to have a surgery to make my breast normal (a little bit smaller) but when one of my sisters almost lose one of her boobies because of a tumour I changed my mind.

My sister's case showed me that the most important fact is self-acceptance. It doesn't matter how big or small is your breast if you just love it. She liked hers so much and suddenly she was facing the possibility of lose part of it. She never complained about. She wasn't happy at all but she didn't make a drama of her situation as I did.

This morning when I was putting my clothes on I really missed my faithful friends specialy after discover I had been filling up my bra to make them look as they were before. I questioned myself - Who does undestand women?If their breast is small they would prefer a big one, but if their breast is big so they want a small one.

Finally, I got a smaller breast and I didn't have to pay for it. But i do miss it not because I can show off them, just because they are part of me, part of my identity.

The lesson enjoy your boobs as they are. Their size is just unimportant details that added to others make you an unique women. I did understand it.....

I am unique so....

I WANT MY BOOBS BACK !!!

The balance of the week

One week has passed since Scooby left the country. To be the first week trying to survive a depression it was pretty good. I have no complain about it. Finally, i completed my enrolment at university, so i am officially an MPA student.

I don't deny that i almost have a heart attack when i receipt my Law business student guide (it is huge).

Another great things was that finally I could see a marvelous sunset plenty of colours and sounds. Scooby used to say that sunset on Goldcoast are beatiful, nevertheless for me they were boring until this week.... It was simply breathtaking!! Sea smell life and peace was easy to breathe.

Unfortunatelly, my cam wasnt the most appropiate to take a good picture, but at least i tried. This is the image i coul catch...

I don't know what made it special, it the same bridge i use to walk every day to go to work, but as the sky was becoming darker the sensation of calm was coming to me... I felt myself as i would have been watching a little child drawing.... The art is just enjoyable if you see it whit your hearth eyes

A kookaburras (australian bird) came to visit me at my work place, that was fabulous!! it was first time i saw a bird like this so close and for more than 20 minutes. I was stunned, i didnt know what to do. at the beginnig i was afraid but then i became relaxed and just enjoy such a beautiful animal close to me, i was tempted to touch it, but i didnt. One of my co-worker tryed to do it, but the bird just flew.

I got also my happymeals, an Ice age toy inside. Next week, i am going to watch the movie, the girls are going with me. For this weekend just enjoyed a couple of movies in spanish is enough.

Finally, calm is coming and time and nature are allied to help my wounds get healed. I hope the scars won't be deep. Time is passing by.... what is waiting for me tomorrow?? I dont know. we will see...!!