Saturday, December 10, 2016

Journaling is my hot, hot, sex

In many ways, this blog is like Gilmore Girls. Not just in the sense that the main character is way hot (me)(please, Sheldon Coopers of the world, try to understand my humour), but also because I feel that nothing is better expressed than as when expressed through a pop culture reference. (In case you didn't get the title's reference, check THIS out before we can be friends.)

Anyhoo, summer has arrived for my happy Chilean self, and with it, a lot of time to dedicate to journaling. And because I mostly suck at prettifying stuff (in contrast with my huge talent at uglifying things) I need very professional artistic inspo to get me going. Here are some things I've found through the magic of Tumblr (you can also find the due credits here.)

Thursday, December 8, 2016

The Rain in Spain

These are some pictures of my trip to Spain in February. Hugs to the blogging community :)

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Greetings December

Greetings evenings of iced tea and sangría. Greetings dipping my feet and entire being into crystalline chlorinated water. Greetings spending a lot of time with family, my boyfriend, friends in general. Greetings watching the Gilmore Girls revival.

In sum, greetings to a lot of fun shit.

PS. In case you didn't get the clue, December for southern hemispherers is all about summer and only a bit about Christmas. So if you are a modern day Grinch and sangría lover, tune in during this month and delight yourself with my summery and Jewish (aka, no Christmas) frolicking. :)

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Instagram Tales

I only have about two-three weeks until YAY VACAY time, but until then, I'm going though something akin to hell called exams. Here's a dash of colour from my Instagram to make everything happier meanwhile. 
(I'll get back to normal blogging in December.)

Friday, October 21, 2016


As of late I've become an Instagram junkie, dedicating my mindless hours of procrastination to the art of having an impeccable feed. That is when I came to the realization that I wanted to have a FUN Instagram, and have it pop with color, so here you go.

What do you think? Is it too much? Am I the only crazy-head that spends so much time stalking beautiful Instagram feeds and perfecting one's own, or do you do it too?

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Anything is Possible

Does anybody actually like studying? I sometimes tell people that I do, but it's not completely true. I enjoy: Learning, feeling efficient and accomplished, channeling my inner Rory Gilmore. But I would much rather be laying on the grass, watching either the clouds or the stars go by, listening to The Shins and channeling my inner Manic Pixie Dream Girl than working through 200 pages of Aristotle.

Anyhow, there is always stuff you can do to make unenjoyable things very enjoyable. Like listening to a podcast whilst driving through traffic or watching TV to divert your attention from the slowness of time on a treadmill.

Can studying be made fun? With the right music, eats&drinks, incense or aromatic candles, maybe. With the right stationery, even Aristotle can be something to look forward to.

But in the end, you just have to push through it. Breathe in and breathe out. Know that nothing good in life comes for free.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Not a Pants Person

These pictures are pretty old. (They're from last year.) But they're timeless in essence, because of one eternal truth: I hate pants. I hate feeling conscious about my hips and my butt and my thighs. And I need vaginal ventilation.

Another thing remains true: Winter sucks. Summer dresses rule. Tanning is a danger that exhilerates anyone. 

Friday, August 26, 2016


My best friend June (and the only real-life kindred spirit I have trusted with the reading of this blog) started uploading pictures of her study settings to her Tumblr a few months ago. I tried to do the same, but honestly, unlike June, I'm too much of a mess to even pretend that I'm a cutesy studyier.

But I have loved the Studyblr fad. It's so energizing to see smart, driven women (and sometimes men) display proudly the way they work their asses off to be independent and smart. And they do it in style.

In fact, I have always loved this kind of woman. Especially in fiction. My forever favourite smart ladies are:

Rory Gilmore (of course my horse.) Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables. Elena Greco from the Neapolitan Novels. And, yes oh yes, the beloved Hermione Granger.

This semester I took one course too many in Uni and I'm going to look to these fab gals for #studyspo. Girl Power and Shine Theory at its greatest.

Good luck to all of us on our school years [insert the heart emojis which I wish Blogger had.]

Saturday, August 20, 2016

On My Love Affair with Analogue

The summer of 2013. The summer I fell in love with analogue and tried to document it.

It's one of my favourite summer journals and I think it's all because the pics are just so darn cool.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Books I Want to Order From Amazon

Hi. These are the books I'm currently reading.

I couldn't find a notepad, so why not turn this list into a blog post?

  1. Ghost World by Daniel Clowes (you can't read graphic novels on a Kindle, that would be sacrilege)
  2. Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut (I really want to own a collection of Vonnegut and feel all Alaska Young-ish)
  3. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera (can you believe they don't have this one for Kindle?)
  4. A poetry anthology by Edna St. Vincent Millay (again, poetry on a screen, sacrilege. Where's all my Jess Mariano-ish annotation going to go.)
  5. Essays by Harold Bloom (want my personal library to look all intellectual and snobbish and stuff)
Yay yay I'm through two whole seasons of Gilmore Girls and the Rory vibe is really hitting me. I want to read through all of my lunches because university and people SUCK.

Love you guys and if you have any recommendations, I'LL TAKE 'EM,

Saturday, August 6, 2016


 I LOVE ANALOGUE PHOTOGRAPHY BETTER THAN PIZZA. Which, of course, is like the biggest compliment I can give anything.

Monday, August 1, 2016

An Ode to my Grandmother

The elegant blonde in the picture above is my grandma. (The smirking infant is me.)

A few days ago I downloaded a few Maria Callas songs on Spotify, because, let's face it, if anyone can make opera fun, it's Maria Callas. And as I listened to them, I thought of my grandmother.

My dear old grandmother has beaten genetics (both her parents died when they were 50-something) and life. She was born a working-class girl and once told me as a giggly secret that when she married, she knew that what she wanted to do with Grandpa was eat, travel, and get rich. A Chilean Holly Golightly but without the slut part (not that the slut part is bad.)

I write this ode because as of late her mind has been wandering, and it refuses to wander with us. It breaks my heart, and has my mother all fidgety about her own genetic destiny.

This woman infused into my family love for literature, for music, for beauty, for nature, for enjoying oneself, all in great style and with a brilliant sense of humor. This is an ode to a woman who treated life like a fine delicacy and her loved ones like true works of art.

I love her, and I'm going to make sure that her future years are a constant reminder of it. That will be the greatest ode I can give her.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Fangirling over Stranger Things

Picture from here.

*Edited three months later to add* OK, so anybody reading this at least three months after the Stranger Things phenomen will roll his/her eyes at this post. I respect that. It HAS been way too much hype, I contributed to it, and now admit that it is a tired subject. Three months afterwards, this post sort of embarrasses me, but hey, we all did love Stranger Things before it became an annoying topic.

This is a post that's hard to begin, because I am a tiny thing of admiration for a gigantical thing of genius. "Awe-some" thing, in all its literal glory. 


Anyhow, as my life is one eternal ode to lists, I will try to use one to canalize my rabid love:

  1. Eleven is the most bad-ass, beautiful, human, and belovable character in all of TV junkie experience. I wanna be her. Or her mother, to feed her waffles, and hug her all day. She just the paradigm of AMAZING, and she's so bringing the Britney-in-2007 hairstyle back.
  2. Dustin is the cutest comic genius in the history of nerdy characters. Seriously, he makes not having teeth the greatest thing of all times.
  3. I hate Nancy. Can we all agree on this one? To hate Nancy together? Even when she recovers from her angsty annoyingness, I still get the itch of URGH, FAKESTER! Friggin' Nancy. *Edited to add: I read a Tweet that said that Nancy-haters were essentially slut-shamers, which worries my very proud feminism. What do you think? I honestly thought I disliked her because she has spine only when concerning the Jerk that is Steve. But maybe that is slut shaming?*
  4. Vintage is always the best way to go. Most people will say that this series reminds them of E.T. but I haven't seen E.T. since I was a five-year-old cherub, so I'm going for: THIS HAS SUCH A TWIN PEAKS *FEELZ*.
  5. Winona Ryder. Let no more be said.
Questions for the audience: Does Barb deserve all the hype? Favourite part about Eleven? Favourite character? Do you suddenly want to decorate all 0f your home with Christmas lights, in spite of their spookyness? What did this series make you most nostalgic for? (Even if you're a 90's child like me, let's just pretend we can get nostalgic for eras we didn't even live through.)

I'm seriously thinking about watching it all over again.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Ideal Reader

If I ever wrote a book worth of publishing, and that book were to be read by many a people, and those readers for some reason were of diversely coloured backgrounds, and all of them read my books in different ways and in different places.

Shouldn't I have the right to imagine what my ideal reader could be?

Well, it wouldn't be the intellectual sprite that would boast of reading me at a downtown coffeehouse.

Nor the fangirl who'd even retweet the succinct aphorisms regarding my pooping status.

But the shy young thing that reads all scrunched up in a corner and then can't get off her eyes so she takes it on the bus and on the metro and the books gets to see all around town because the young thing can't take her eyes off of this shit that makes her feel just so alive.

Which, of course, says more of the ideal book I would like to write than anything else.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

My love for clothes hurts my left hand

I'm not like the biggest fashionista ever, nor a plain ol' fashionista to start with. BUT I LOVE CLOTHES AND I AM WILLING TO SPEND A DIME OR TWO ON THEM IN SPITE OF MY MARXIST HEART AND I WANTED TO SHARE THAT WITH YOU GUYS BECAUSE ILY.

Pardon the shouting. I get exited.

Could I be a fashion blogger? No. For one, I like words more than I do looks. For another, Chile is a conservative country that is hard on those that defy the norm, including the aesthetical norm. I could never be all Tavi Gevinsonish or whatevs (I would get too many weird looks on the subway and I'd rather read tranquilly during my commute). But that doesn't stop me from trying to look confident, from dying my hair red or cutting bangs or dressing in men's clothes every once in a while. I love the infinite possibilities, which is probably why Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli was one of my favourite books growing up.

I could never be anything close to a fashion blogger, but I do want to start taking more pictures of my outfits and sharing them with you guys to make me feel like I have an actual reason to look so lovely every day.

Love to all those who will not be shamed for their love of clothes,

PS. And, of course, my "hungover and on my way to buy breakfast" look:
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