'...and i can´t wait, till i get home, to pass the time in my room alone...'

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it all came back last night, after seeing this helpless lady dog abandoned (or lost, maybe) at the entrance of the 'school'. i wonder how a person can do this to someone that is always there for you and that does everything but make you feel bad. someone that misses you to the bones and would die and kill for you. but that´s another sad problem that some people make others face.

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sometimes even the littlest things have the power to make you happy for sometime. it can be writing in a blog, for example. i have this new blog now and even knowing it wont be anything it feels nice to update it. i dont know how long it will last but for now  it fits me nicely. however whats been keeping me fun currently is soccer. when i find a place with people to play with, its delightful. the next day is always hard but the feeling from the night before are worth a lot of pain or black eyes. and when you play well you feel like a pro. weird.

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on the surgery day she came to me when i got to the door. she couldnt stay up for a long time, but she managed to go say hi, lick me once or twice and head back to her corner. her legs were weak and her stomach were probably the site for crazy loops due to medicine, but she didnt stop herself offering me her love. thats another learned lesson.

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i dont think that luck can be avoided or desired. it just happens. well, in my opinion it just doesnt happen. dont blame a black cat for your bad luck: the thing cant do anything on that, according to normal conventions. actually we´ve been living in a place where luck has become nothing more than a myth, and thats it. blame your own actions, or blame the rules in which your actions have been settled. guess i´ve made my point here.