A story of a life for the cinema

Hello you, stranger? Jajajaja Sorry about that but I was listening a The Doors' song so I couldn't resist. Uhm...the sunny days were too little, I wanted more...for wash my clothes.


 So, in this final blog of the class, I've to talk about my favourite movie and I can't be more excited! That's beacuse my mother taught me about films world since I was a child and I mean the old ones, the classic ones, the romantic, the mysterious, etc. She made a good job, beacuse maybe she didn't show me all the movies in the world, but the fact is that she show me the basics of the today's movies.


  Among all the films that I saw, the special one for me is: Cinema Paradiso. Is an italian movie  where the principal actors  are Philippe Noiret, Salvatore Cascio, Jacques Perrin and Marco Leonardi (who also makes Pedro in Como agua para chocolate, another of my favourite movies) and directed by Giuseppe Tornatore. 


   The story is about a man's life and how this is developed with the love for the cinema. It began with the  retrospective of Salvatore Di Vita's childhood and youth, the protagonist of the film, in the city were he use to live Giancaldo in 1950.  Also is very approach to his relation with Alfredo, an old man that works in the Paradiso, the only local movie theater in the little city.

                     


    In that time, Salvatore was 6 years old, he was curious, cheerful, playful and stubborn. He made company to Alfredo, an old married man with no sons, illiterate and who only knows to make the projector of the cine works. Salvatore always want to make company in his work (even if he said many times to leave him alone ), learning about how use the cinema's projector and the love that Alfredo had to the movies...A love that he said is a bad one, because it take you in chains and never let you leave. If you see the movie, you would understand this words.  


    Is an intensive movie, with a lot of characters that goes to this cine and makes this place a center of meeting. The people fell in love, fights, made jokes and even had sex in it. In resume, it was the bond of the city. I don't just like this movie, I love it, because is not very complicated to understand but the story is very touchful...It had at least one part were you can feel identified...Because is about life, the losts, the profits, the love, the sadness and the death. Also, it has a plus: Ennio Morricone. He made the music for the movie and always, when I heard it, I remember many of the scenes.

    All the movie  is special to me, I can't change anything. It's not perfect, but just as it is, it touched me deeper. I have many of favourite parts but the principal is the final one: the scene of the kisses. But I can't talk you about it, you have to see it! Is a favor,you had to saw it first, and when you maybe started to cry you'll appreciate that I don't ruined the surprise. 


  Well, that's all. I liked to talk about it. See you anytime!


  Take care and eat cake!

A person who did something

Hello people! How are you? In this cold days, I had survive. But I always want to stay at home and be in my warm bed sleeping with no world's worries. Possibly, is something that many people wants. 


  My college, for example, gives me a lot of worries, like the homeworks, the examns, the credits, etc. However, it's delightful being  in this place. "How is that?" you may ask. Well, I learned about many things, even if I didn't like some of them. Also I learned about a lot of people that writed of the political sciences or public administration, being the majority men that used most of their time investigating. Sadly, that just show me that they have a lot of free time, because a big part of them never need to work... At least, some of them like Henri Fayol, Frederick Taylor, Karl Marx and others had to work for own some money, and as a starting point, they began writting about the political or administral issues that they saw.  But they never had to take charge of their home or their family and all the responsability that society gives to the woman.


  So there's a women that I want to talk about, but I'm not very sure if she counts as someone of my field: Susan B. Anthony, a feminist and a prominent american civil leader in the United States. 

   She was born in February 15th in 1820. At the age of 29, she moved to New York, taking part of conventionts about the temperance movements. But that was just the start, because later she traveled a thousand miles across the United States and Europe, giving over 70 and 150 convetions per year about the vote and women`s civil rights. It didn't matter how, she moved to all the places as posible, even if it had to be in carriage, train's wagon, mules, bicycles, ferrys or a dog sled. This journey was a big part of her life, being around 45 years that took for teach and informate all people about the unfair tratement between this two genders. It was March 13th of 1920 when she died in Ronchester because a pneumonia. 


  The first time I knew about her was in Power Puff Girls jajajaja. They talk about her and how police send her to jail for voting. She claimed that she must be traited like a man and wanted to be judged as well. 


   I chose her because of the effort that she make for advocate about the equal rights in her sexist society. She was a precursor of the women's rights, but also a fighting woman, that tried all her best for make a difference. I mean, she DID something for the people, no like the men that we learn about. They sit in their table to write about important things, but the ones that my teachers talk about were a zero on the left. I know that men made great things for the history, but in my personal opinion, part of they did it in scorn of women.


   Well, that's all for today. I hope that you, women and men, don't take my opinion as an attack of a fervent feminist, it was just a though across my mind. I'm in favor of equal rights, that's all.




  See you soon


Take care and eat cake.

The best escapist in the feline world

Hello! How are you everyone? I have to admit that my day didn't start very well, but I hope that it will get better soon. Sometimes you got to stay calm and be positive :)

So..did you ever know how I look like? Ah well, you saw the picture when I was in Arica with my friends, Maria Jose y Francisco, so you may have an idea about how I am. But you never saw a picture of my little friend Robert Houdini. I'll show you a photo when he arrived to my house:

  

    This photo was taken by my boyfriend Oscar,  the day that I adopted my baby. It was a sunday in november, but sadly I don't remember exactly the date. The story goes like this: In that sunday morning, when Oscar and I were going out of the market, a married couple came around with a bunch of cats in a box. They told us that the cats and  the mother were abandoned in their garden's house. They didn't know what to do, so they were in the market giving the babys of the cat, because they only could take care of the mother. I doubt about take one of those cats, because I live alone in a department, so if I went to the college or somewhere else, who would take care of the kitty? 

  But Oscar knew that I always wanted a cat for pet and how lonely I felt because my family is far away, so he insisted to take one of them. With his support, I decided to choose the little one that was desesperated to get out of the box. For his playfull attitude and the repeated times he tried to escape from the box, we called him Robert Houdini (for Robert Houdin and Harry Houdini). I love this photo because he was so little and cute, also he was very excitated with the ball I bought him. However, he was very scary in his new home. In the photo he is calm, but in all that day he hide of us. 

  Today, my baby is not a little one, he grown up in a healthy way and I'm very happy about it.

 He runs around the house with a plastic bag in his mouth or a shoelace, goes for a walk in the backyard and a days ago he came with a present: a dying rat. I was scared all night long.

   That's the story of my roommate! Now, he maybe is sleeping or playing around the house jajajaja

See you soon!

Take care and eat cake! ;)

My best enemy in the world

Good morning to everyone! I hope you don't read this with a zombie-6:00 of the morning- face (jajajajaja). Today was normal for me, the subway wasn't full of people, so for me it is a regular way to start the day :)


 I have a question for you...Did you sometime felt really alone? I mean, that it didn't matter with how many people were around you, if it wasn't that special one you feel sad? Somedays I feel in that way.
All of you may not know this, but since I live here in Santiago, I'm living alone in a department. It was difficult for me in the beginning, but my boyfriend, my Santiago's friends (Rosita and Camila) and even my cat helped to diminish that little pain.  However, I always remember my Arica's friends nostalgically ,especially three of them: Francisco, Maria Jose and Sarui. 


    Because today I saw some videos that Francisco sent to me, I'll tell you about him...It's a weird friendship story: We met when I was 11 years old, he was new in my classroom and...Well... I HATE HIM. He was the boy that I always tried to avoid  and he always tried to talk or at least say hello to me. That behavior of mine was because some girls told me that he had a crush of me. So, like the ingenuous little girl as I was, I believed their lie and my answer for that was "UGH NO!!" and so I run away from he for a long time in school...even when it was a time that I didn't remember why I hate him so much.
    
    So, when we share places in the directive of the elementary school (I was president and he secretariat) at the age of 14, we met each other so much better. I think that he become one of my best friends because he is a good listener, someone who you can trust, really cheerful and even when we had some argument, we still being close friends. 


  Uhm...Now that I think about it, I have to say that the way how we met is my best memory with him, in fact, when we remember it, we laugh about it and I ask to myself "How dumb was I, that I didn't realize that he was a marvelous person?" 


 Now that I'm so far of him and busy with the college, we don't have the chance for take a time and go to walk, go to the cinema, to dance in a club, to lunch a improvised tacos, to watch some funny videos... That kind of stuff that you start to appreciate when the person is so far away. When I went to Arica for summer vacations, I met with him and another friends. In the picture shared for you, I was with Fran and Maria Jose, and behind you can see the lights that illuminate the Arica's Morro. It was a great night, and even when I spend time with them like the"old times", I knew that nothing would be the same..and I think that they also knew it.

      
       I don't want to imagine a life without my dearest friends, or even without all of them. So I try very hard to don't lose communication and caring about their problems,even when I not there to share my shoulder and comfort they.


       Take care of the people that loves you, that's all I can say. In that way, you would never  regret of the things that you didn't share with they. Make you better effort and so you would have they for the rest of your live, supporting each other in the best and worst times. 


      See you soon! :)       

Drawing digitally

    Hi, everyone! How are you? I'm a little tired because today I had to wake up a little early (6:00 in the morning) So... Yesterday's holiday was enough for resting in this week? I hope so!


    Well, you already know that I have the bad habit of drawing in everywhere, even when I have to pay attention to something very important (like classes, for example). But something that I didn't tell you was that I also draw digitally, thanks to my personal digital chalkboard. There is a example of how it's this gadget. 

   A 4 years ago, in Christmas, my aunt Vania gave me a present. I had no idea what it could be, because when she ask me: "What gift do you want in holidays?" , my answer was: "Nothing in particular...so, surprise me". When I opened the box, I saw that little gadget, ready to be used in any moment that I wanted. In fact, I already used it, I connected the USB cable to my laptop, installed the programm and started to draw. But I never imagine how difficult would be draw in that thing. Then, it took me months to learn how move the pencil, coordinate that movements with the picture in the screen, also painting, the shadows, the details, etc. So, in this days I can use it without a problem, and that is fruit of all the labor with only perseverance :)




Let me show you a little piece of my work

   Anyway, in this days I don't use it very often. In fact, since I started the college, I draw in sporadic time...It makes me sad, because I learned a lot of things and met a lot of people thanks to submitting pictures in internet. Without it, I probably stayed in the pencil and paper, and I never knew the others way to draw that are in this word.


  So, I'm very thankfull to my aunt for giving me that present ;)


Well, that's all for today, my beloved fellas! (jajajaja)  The last thing I have to say is that even when my chalkboard was a expensive gift, the importance that I gave to it with all that work and patience, is even more that the price. You may have something that represent the same thing, no?


See you later!


Take care and eat cake! :D

My favorite place to listen music

Hello again to every people! How are you? I very fine, because this day isn't a cold day. I have to say, Santiago confuse me with his weather ... But when i'm going to the university in the subway, even with the tons of people in it, I forget the complicated morning turning on the music on my cellphone.

 It's amazing how music can do that.  We calm down our minds and forget the world or turning on our body  when that favorite song is playing. In my case, I have a very especial moment: My first time listening the "Chile's symphony orchestra" in my University's theater. 

   A year ago, in march, I was walking in the strange streets of Santiago going to the estation Baquedano and I looked for the first time to the theater. There was a presentation of classic music in three more days and I thought "Interesting...uhm...whatever ", but  It was a hunch that told me: Go! You'll enjoy it! So I decided to invite a friend who, in that time, I thought that he hated me or something for a strange reason, and bought two tickets. When I told him, he was very happy because he like to listen new kind of music.

   What I didn't know was that the concert were directed by a invitated polish musician (sorry, I don't remember his name). It shocked me! Never in my life I went to a event like that or see a polish, and it happened in the same time! You may say I'm ridiculous and that kind of thing happens to anyone, but it's true, in that moment I was very emotionated to going (I'm just a provincial gal ajajaja). So, in the concert, there was the musicians waiting to the polish man and, when he arrived the music started to play with his sign ..it was magic... I could imagine scenes and pictures with the music closing my eyes, I even imagined that I was in the old cinema or  theater, when the orchestra were there to put the music for the movie. After an hour, the music ended and all the people stand up to going out. I smiled to my friend, very happy for being with he in that experience. 

But all of that emotion went down when my friend and I were going back to our houses. He didn't want to talk to me too much, the chat about the concert was short and I felt that he was angry again. I concluded that we'll never be friends :(

  So, in that week, I was very sad because that concert would be a nostalgic memory...You may deduce my surprise when my friend, days later, said to me that he liked me and wanted to be my boyfriend. CHAN! Then, I realized that his behavior was because he's very shy about the love theme, so he didn't know how react with this "date". In that moment, I knew that he really loved that concert with me, but that it was the accompaniment music for the opportunity to looked at me. I was red as a tomatoe!

  Now, a year pass and we're boyfriend and girlfriend. We even go to more concerts, making the theater one of my favorite places in this city. When we remember the feelings of that day,  we laugh about that misunderstood :)

   Well, that's my story of my first day with him...I mean! I mean, my favorite concert and the first here in Santiago jajajaja. 

  See you later!

Take care and eat cake

First day of my blog

Hello, everyone! Good cold morning, for the ones that are in Santiago and in the south of Chile jejeje.

Well,  I'll like to introduce myself first in this entrance of my blog: Doodling in a notebook ! :)

My name is Kasia Olguín Llantén, but my friends call me Kasia. 

Just my family, especially my mom, calls me Kasita or Kasia Valentina.

My boyfriend, for the other side, calls me  "Pajarito" (little bird), because I'm almost 30 cm shorter than he. 

I'm a student of 19 years old in the Universidad de Chile of the career  "Public Administration". I like very much this career, however I use to feel a little ignorant about the knowledge that I need for the classes. But my family saids that the time and the studying will fix that. 

Ah! I almost forget something important before I continue! 

Even that I live here, in Santiago, my family and my life are in the city where I was born: Arica... Maybe in another entrance I talk to you about how difficult is for someone of provinces to come and study in the capital, leaving theirs families and friends for a place that is very far away... 

Anyway, the theme of my first entrance is the reason of my blog's name.

I like to draw very much and I  think that i'm not too bad. So...I use to draw about everything I saw in...I don't know, my house, yesterday, this morning, in recess, etc. 

The bad thing of this hobbie is that the feeling of drawing comes everytime when I'm the classroom  and when the inspiration is too much I can't read what the teacher said before, because the doodles... In fact, I think that's a very bad habit, jajaja. I have to work on it, I know ;) 

That's why it saids notebook and not a scrapbook .

  

And there it is...the great story! jajaja

Well, that's all for now. Maybe next time I tell you something more interesting or important :D

Take care and eat cake!