Lots of love from heaven

Hoy, 12 de agosto de 2007, alrededor de las 3 de la tarde, murió mi querida abuelita María en la casa de mi mamá en Santiago. Esto es sólo para avisarles a quienes leen este blog porque me tienen cierto cariño y amistad. Yo sé que varios de ustedes la conocieron en persona y espero que la recuerden hoy con dulzura.

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Today, August 12, 2007, at around 3pm, my dear grandmother -or as I called her, abuelita María- passed away in my mother's house in Santiago. I'm posting this for those people who read this blog because of their friendship and affection for me, who I want to share this with.

A la derecha/On the right

Sooo Sarita

En lo que es ya prácticamente una tradición familiar, le copié esta foto al blog de mi hermano.

Everyone, please meet the one and only, intrepid traveller, fashionably fabulous, supermom and career woman, a whiz with words, morally unambiguous, sorceress of the blackest humour, the generous Lioness herself: my mom, Sarita! (applause)

The only thing she was never able to achieve was to make her kids as nice as she is. Well, maybe Axel is nice. Mwuhahaha!

eponymous anonymous

This was meant to be a comment but I'm making it a post because I have a notice to make public at the end of it:

Damn, I hate anonymous comments. At least use an "other" name, people, so you can be identified as a unique being or something. Argh.

Public notice: I won't block anonymous comments because doing so means all commenters must be registered with Blogger and my parents both use the "other" option (neither registered nor anonymous). But I WILL delete all your anonymous comments. If you don't fill out an "other" name, you're going into the wastepaper basket. Yes, I am in a bad mood. Sorry, annoying spy-girls are calling me to find out if my ex lover is really dead. Go away!

One more time!

This is pretty much how it felt at the Bell Centre on Tuesday night. I have never seen EVERYONE standing -no, dancing- for the entire duration of a concert at that venue before. Daft Punk rocked the house. Best light show ever. Click on photos to see photographers' Flickr streams. Read ukokbylk's post, appropriately titled "That Was Retarded". Do I need to remind you that I don't condone any of the illegal activities described in said post? Not at my age, anyway. I was wearing earplugs, c'mon.

Life Cycles

Part II of Abuelita Marita, here is something I bet is at least *a little* unique to my family: having a mass in my mother's apartment to celebrate my grandmother's 96th birthday.

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My last trip with Laser has come to an end. Although I already posted the complete lyrics to "Your ex-lover is dead" by Stars on this blog, it's on the repeat button in my head, so here is just the end of it once more:

There's one thing I want to say so I'll be brave

You were what I wanted

I gave what I gave

I'm not sorry I met you

I'm not sorry it's over

I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.

I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.

Have a good "rest of your life".