Once I thought

got asleep

2006-10-24T00:47:00.000-03:00

And It was almost 1 am when I decided to write. I haven't written anything in almost ages, but it's alright. Guess my minasdkj

bye

Losing friends

2006-06-13T23:31:00.000-03:00

It's kinda strange how life changes so radically taking a lapse of time of less than a year. One of the things that surprises me the most is friendship.

A simple event (or maybe not that simple) can change our friendship towards people in an almost surprising way. Three of them I'm going to talk about now.

The first was when I finished primary School. My best friend at that time was a guy called Alejandro. I used to meet him almost everyday: playing soccer, have a chat, go for a walk, anything was a good reason to be with him. We used to spend loads of time together, but once we finished primary school, and although I met him everyday at school (but went to different classes), we stopped seeing each other, and just hang out on weekends or saturday afternoon to play soccer.

The second one was finishing highschool. After primary school I met Lucia at highschool. She changed my life in many different ways, but one of the things I'm thankful for, is the fact she thought me how to trust in other people. Before meeting her, I was never able to show my feelings to others. She become a really close friend, to whom I talked about everything, and I really felt really good when talking to her. She was the only person from highschool I kept on visiting once or twice a week after the graduation, but it didn't last forever. After a year or so, she started to get involved more and more at University and we stopped seeing us so often until we just stopped seeing each other definitely. It was a shame, not only how our friendship vanished, but also howmuch she has changed, and not for good...

Finally Ayelen (or Ayes as I call her) moving to Buenos Aires. Also as Lucia I'll always be thankful towards her for teaching something to me. In this case not only to trust blindly, but also how to really love someone, not in a romantic way, though, but as a friend, and how to show it without being affraid. I've spent with her many memorable moments. She started being a concert partner and finished being one of the people I have ever loved the most. And now, although I know she's really close to me, in spite of the distance that separate us (she's moved to Buenos Aires a couple of months ago), I'm starting to be afraid I loose her as I've lost Lucia. Hope I don't.

Guess I can't do much more than wait...

You don't have to play only what you like...

2006-03-14T15:18:00.000-03:00

It's been quite a long time since the last time I posted. The triuh is that almost nobody is visiting this blog except from Tash and Meli, so there's no much sense in writing when I can't get different points of view from writers. I don't mean by this that I don't care about what Tash or Meli say, but I could chat with them and it would be the same.

Anyway, as I have some time to waste, I'd like to start writing about how things don't go their way when playing the guitar.

My friends and I gather with some friends to have some fun making some noise. We always write down a list beforehand, so we all know more or less the same songs. Otherwise it gets quite bored... the bass player plays some songs by himself, the drummer does the same, and I (the guitarist) do the same. So we end up showing the rest of the 'band' what we can play, but not playing something as a band.

The problem I've found, is that there are 3 or 4 songs each of us choose, which are not only things we like but also things we know already how to play. But we never learn the rest of the member's band songs. I don't know why. I hope next time to be different.

:P Short ending =) I don't feel like writing a lot today.. sorry !

Control or Be Controlled ?

2006-03-02T17:12:00.000-03:00

Now I'm really starting what I created this blog for. One topic that I'm really interested in, and I'm having some troubles with, is this one about how people react when being controlled.

Let's start saying that there are many ways to control a person. But I won't discuss about all of them now. I'll focus in a particulary (and most common one), that happens when a person has 'more power' than other. Being at this point, let's keep on focus more narrow things and concentrate on what happens when parents control their children. From now on, whean talking about children, I mean teenagers.

In my opinion it's quite ovbious that controlling and freedom are parallel topics that affect each other: as more control, less freedom.

Now the question is: 'Why do children let parents control them?'. You may ask why I put it this way instead of wondering the other way round: 'Why parents control their children?'. The reason I put it the first way, is that I strongly believe that people are responsable for their own freedom (at least speaking in terms of children and parents). And that there is nothing a parent (reasonable one) can do if their children would want to obtain liberty.

I reckon the most difficult step for a child is to give the firs step, that is, do what they want to* in spite of what the parent tell them. Given that step, everything starts to be different. The teenager feels for the first time that he can't be utterly controlled after all, which gives them not only the confidence to do what they want but also opens a wide variety of new doors. The parents ought to understand that they will no longer tell them everything he can and can't do, but have to start talking to them as equals.

There are many more thing to say about this, and can be differences depending on the actors. This is what I think for general cases. I didn't want to leave so many branches in this topic without being touched, but it's almost 4 am and I want to go to bed.

*by 'what they want', I mean reasonable things, like going out with friends, boy/girlfriend, and that kind of stuff that is 'normal'.

Starting a Blog

2006-03-01T12:10:00.000-03:00

For those who don't know me, my name is Ivan and I was born on Jan 1984, so at this right moment, I'm 22. I'm Argentinian, so I speak Spanish. I'm at Computing Science University at UNLP (Universidad Nacional de La Plata) but I don't want to go further about this topic.

You might be wondering why I'm writing in English ! The reasons are basically 2:

I like it ! (although I know I don't do it that well)

I feel more confident than doing it in Spanish (I don't know why)

I dare say this blog isn't going to be like a diary telling everyone which socks I put on today, what time I went to bed last night or how many friends I visited this week and what we did. It's going to be about what I think about different topics. Some of them would be about interesting things, some would not. I think it could be in a range from what I call 'existentialist matters' to stupid things like 'a leaf almost fell on my head'. It'll all depend on my very mood.

I hope you all people correct me if I make writing mistake, specially Tash ;).

Well, I think it's quite enough for an introduction.