So, my first reason of starting this blog was that, i wanted to write in English. Yes, this isn’t my native language, but I feel just as my second one. Sometimes things got into my mind at first in English. Maybe the reason is of this is that I’ve spent two months [ok, nearly two months] in Canada. it was an extremely interesting part of my life, ‘coz I spent the whole time without my parents [omg, I live with my parents still, and it won’t change soon]. Reading books and watching movies in English, and of course speaking [lot] don’t mean that I can write in an understandable way. So this is a probe of my skills, and more than it. Writing in my own language, about my feelings and thoughts, what’s happening around goes fairly good [of course I’m not writing poems, nor short stories, even a book, yet]. ok, every starting is hard. Sharing is tricky, because if u [no abbreviations] you know who is reading what you are writing, makes and shapes your thoughts to something different from it was born to be. But [omg how disgusting this word can be, sometimes] if you don’t know them, then it’s ok. First thought of this blog hasn’t come with something exact, but the inspiration of the real act was a song of Franz Ferdinand. [yes always the music]. Chewing some kind of strawberry flavoured plastic laces is satisfying, yes really it is. One of my friends asked [is it a true statement of her? errrr, not really, somebody so important, who made my way of thinking different, that’s enough. btw is it somebody a real friend with whom you don’t speak on chat, just because of fear of the unknown past? good question] why am i writing in English instead of my own language. So this made me think really, at first that i can’t speak any other languages [except Spanish, but just speaking] such as French, German, Italian [i understand it ;], secondly because it’s much more understandable for some of my friends than other languages.
oh, that’s so funny: i had to make a new folder for my thoughts in WordPress….