reply to post by Tragic
I'm good with languages, I can speak english and a little japanese (mostly because japanese phonetics are almost identical to spanish). Also I
understand portuguese, italian and french. Nothing hard, again, phonetics are almost identical to my mother language (and my mom did a good job
teaching me french when I had it in school... she used to talk to me just in french two weeks after my quizzes in school, i hated it, but it
worked)
However, it's somehow hard for me to look back... and more to look the "now" and see how all my school mates had finished their careers, had
children and they're married... I know that being married and having children isn't for me (at least now) but well, it's a little hard to see how
they are "adults", living the adult's life while I'm still in college. Mostly due to money. I want to have a better living and I hate to still
being dependant of my parents at 26 (and if everything goes like it's going now, till 29). My career is so time consumptive so I can't even handle a
part time job (tried that, failed hard. Too much homework), and my parents just sent me my monthly money last week! They seem to don't give a ****
about me from time to time, and ARGH! that makes me mad and sad... Like they were complaining about me not doing anything concrete with my life yet
(and my mom asks me when she's gonna have grandchildren every time she talks to me). I'm going to pass this when my birthday comes, as always. And
it's just 1 week ahead, so...
I know I'm going to surpass this. It isn't the first time in my life I have been left behind/felt alone (first my dad, then my first stepdad... now
my mom) and I'm not dead yet. Sometimes I wonder if it was a good decision to start studying again, but then I think again and see that this was
going to be my real path, take a breath and keep walking... I know that I'm going to fulfill my dream of living in Britain and be a good fashion
designer, no matter how bad it seems to be the road right now. Calm waters don't make the best sailors, as an african proverb says.
As about cats, I've had a lot on my life. First one when i came living to Chile. It was called Pancho and was the cutest kitty ever. So cute he was
stolen from our common yard (in the same flat I live now, we have a big common yard and we let our cats go outside when they want). Then we had
another cat, Gonza.... she was at first a "he", and her male name was Gonzalo, then, just Gonza. She was my grand granma's, and no one aside of her
and my grand aunt (the aunt I live with now) was able to touch her without being attacked! that cat was vile! She lived nearly 17 years. Meanwhile,
when I left this flat to live with my mom alone, we had two kittens, both died very young, no more than 1 year. Lorenzo (the one that lived more) went
crazy one day to another and ended killing himself, he jumped from the second floor and died. My mom told me this just last year, and it was in...
1993?... I used to think that he runned away from home and searched him for nearly 5 months
.
Some years ago, my grand uncle (my aunt's brother) moved with us for a little time, and he carried his cat, a very big and muscular female kitten
called Clara. She was LOVELY! just with me and my uncle. She never came close to my aunt. She was white, so her hairs were noticeable and nearly
everywhere. I still found white cat hairs on my winter clothes and my uncle moved out here in 2008. She's still alive and I miss her. I want a new
kitty, I tell that to my aunt almost everyday, but she doesn't want one since Gonza died. Now I just can pet the common yard cat, a white and black
female cat that uses to talk with me (no, really, I'm crazy but not that much! she meows when I talk to her, and changes expresions, and sometimes
she advices me of dogs trying to hunt her by meowing outside my room, so I can let her to jump into my window for shelter!) She doesn't have a name,
I call her "Kitten"and she likes that. Ok, now I'm the resident crazy cat lady!
And I've never had dogs. My mom haves one on her house, he's a German Shortaired Pointer. I like him, mostly because it's so old... and my stepdad
loves him so much too (he was a hunter's dog when my stepdad was still a hunter, he still hunts little birds in the backyard and leaves them on my
mom's door =s). I pat her head time to time and also talk to him. I think that animals really understand what we are saying to them, I have a big
empathy with them, bigger with cats and horses than other animals.
EDIT: to write my experiences with animals
[edit on 22-5-2010 by Caggy]