The purpose of boredoom

So we're getting ready at the agency to compete in the many awards coming up in a few months.
As you may imagine, here things are tense and stretching everybody's nerves. I just got asked my shortlist and I'm already sweating, still don't know if I have anything valuable enough to send. My "music" idea started off great but it's become "team work" so that's something that I would be massacred if I called my own - and it wouldn't be fair anyways- I'll post the artworks after the awards are held.

I've been experiencing something new lately, TV bores me. As almost everything else in life. But the thing with TV is that, I had never lost so much interest over TV because of this newly arising desire to read!!! I mean yeah, I have been a book worm, but that was YEARRRRRSSSSS ago; now I am thrilled with e-books... ajajajaj maybe cause they're free and all over the web. So instead of watching my all-time favorite TV shows like "Friends", or my recent brainblowing series "Lost"... I'm prefering the company of letters again. I really hope it lasts, for I read yesterday that creativity is sprung by writing everyday and that if you had the custom of writing everyday on a journal (which of course I won't but...) you would save millions on therapy. Well even if I had all the psicological traumas known to mankind, I still wouldn't visit a shrink! But its already rewarding to know that on every single letter I write here... I'm SAVING!!!!!!

I wonder if the effect of "writing off " your loads produces freedom... those who read... are they getting
heavy headaches??? jaajajaj well, Save yourselves some writing!!!! And leave while you still can!!!

At least I have found a purpose in breaking from the passive boredoom of TV slavery...

Passion is rising from beneath.

Another tought... ¿What would your true passion be, if you did turn off/on yourself out of the comma?

I can't stop smiling

Today, I went to Lake Yojoa. A beautiful scenario for photography. I'll be uploading some of those pictures here soon. We were there with my friends Charlie and his family, Juan Carlos, Valentin my work partner and Olvin and his family. We had this fantastic fried fish with fried plantains ¡Everything is fried here! and it was superb. The first time I came here, I was 11 and on my way to Tegucigalpa, our capital.

I was with the school band playing this huge, humongous trombone and I was soooo short, it was so funny to watch me play because there's this note on the 6th position where you have to stretch your arm all the way down the slide and since I was little and my arm small I would throw the slide and catch it with my foot, and push it back with my foot all the way so my hand could catch it and keep playing.

So I remember seating watching the water and the cool breeze, and sun rays made the water look silvery and shiny... I had a crush on the guy who played the big drum, or was it the clash? Anyways, he never saw me I guess, but I was thrilled to be at such a romantic place with him and let my mind fly into a dream... but now today I was there watching the same waters and thinking to myself... My memories go back to no one. Is that scary? Because your head always has someone to go back to... but no. Even if it did, I'd bounce back the thought. I just can't believe how happy I am at this stage of my life. How happy I am, that I'm able to watch a sunset and enjoy it with just me and not feel absolutely any nostalgia for no one. Like I said, it's scary. Easters were not happy times for me years back. I'm surprised of the good decisions that I took a year ago, and how good I feel about myself now. If I hadn't taken those decisions I would probably still be living in a pool of tears, on contraire... I'm free. I paid the price, and I'm free.
I just can't stop smiling.