Turn me On!

Well, I’m back—two long months in the neighboring country.
I didn’t bring a single photo, no souvenir, no memory. Why? Because I went to get rid of the ones I had from here. Something very hard and painful, but hey, I’m here rebuilding my life. I don’t know, I’d like to write what I felt, but I shouldn’t. I have to leave that in the past.

I managed to save up enough to buy myself a car, but I’m still weighing my best option. I’m torn between a 2005 Platina Q or a Peugeot 206, but I still don’t know! There are too many really good cars, so I need to seriously evaluate the possibilities. But I’m not in a rush yet because my apartment still isn’t finished—they’re plastering it now; they just need to lay the tile, flooring, and fixtures—so I still have some time to decide what my ride will be for a while.

Why “for a while”? Because I’ll most likely head to the USA once I graduate; I’ve got job offers in marketing and to pursue my pilot’s license. With the latter I’d have to stay there at least a year: six months of training and another six months minimum to buy myself two planes (the salary is pretty sweet—at least 30,000 USD a month).

So that’s why I’m evaluating a ton of things, way too many!
Because there’s also the chance to incubate the Coconut Flour company we built last semester; next month, September, my team and I are going for three days to the Regional Creativity Expo in Tepic, Nayarit, all expenses paid by the university. So aaaaaaaaaaah! No matter which path I take, I’ve got stuff to do!!!

I really liked this song, that’s why I bought the CD.

| Artist: Shakira | | Album: Oral Fixation Vol. 1 | | Song: No (with Gustavo Cerati) || | Track: 7 |

No, don’t try to apologize
Don’t insist on playing this game
Excuses already existed long before you

No, don’t look at me like before
Don’t speak in plural
Rhetoric is your most lethal weapon

I’m going to ask you not to come back
I feel like you still hurt me here
Inside

And at your age you should know damn well
What it means to break someone’s heart like this

You can’t live with so much poison
The hope your love gave me
Nobody else ever gave me
I swear, I’m not lying

You can’t live with so much poison
You can’t dedicate your soul
To stacking up attempts
Rage weighs more than cement

I hope you don’t expect me to wait for you
After I turned 26
My patience has run all the way down to my feet

And I’m plucking daisy petals
And staring without looking
Just to see if that irritates you and you leave

I’m going to ask you not to come back
I feel like you still hurt me here
Inside

And at your age you should know damn well
What it means to break someone’s heart like this

You can’t live with so much poison
The hope your love gave me
Nobody else ever gave me
I swear, I’m not lying

You can’t die with so much poison
You can’t dedicate your soul
To stacking up attempts
Rage weighs more than cement

Listening to Shakira – No, I feel Inspired