The bad throat day Two days ago I started having a sore throat. I think it was due to the lots of cigarrettes I smoked the past weekend. I was rather stressed because of many final exams I must pass. Today I felt terrible ill and had to go to the doctor's. I cannot drink for a while because I'm taking medicines. It was funny because that doctor is so cool. We were talking and she always askes me if I'm ok or if there's something "down" happening to me. So, I told her I taught private lessons to students who have troubles with this language and she told me she'd like to learn English. So I said "yes, of course". She's a doctor and I will feel a bit inhibitted. I must make up a syllabus so that I can guide myself with the curriculum. It's gonna be awesome because this means some extra money for me to spend on holidays.

What happened today? Well, first of all, I was so happy because I met one my best friends I had when I studied Spanish at the university. We used to hang out every weekend, go out and have some drinks or just go and stay at his place or he in mine, watching a movie. Our friendship was kind of ending when he got a girlfriend and we hadn't seen each other for a long time. However, this morning I was so surprised when he called me to play a tennis game. Last summer I started practising tennis but I'm not good at it, though. But I love that sport. Of course, when we went to the pitch and played he won becuase he practises a lot. So I was beaten. But the most important thing is that what might be a lost friendship can be revived again, Then, I had to study which was so boring but I gotta do it if I want to pass all my final exams. I also had English grammar but I was quite lost with the new topic. English grammar is complicated but I was distracted thinking of some other things like how to programme my study schedule and divide my time to study for each subject. So, in part, it was an amazing day for meeting my friend again. And quite unisterested because I must carefully plan the time table for unviersity.

Happy day! I'm studying to be an English teacher and yesterday was the happiest day ever! I passed the two grammar exams with very high grades. Then, another teacher handed back another exam I had done that she hadn't returned. And that exam was passed, as well. So far I feel happy about living and so happy about the idea of someday becoming a teacher. I felt so excited but quite sad, though. I feel sad when I see couples holding hands and imagine myself that I'd be a lot happier if I had someone by my side containing me and giving me affect. But anyway, I can't complain. It was a very good day!

The future writer I was recalling something really funny that happened when I was at the university. I had arrived late to the lesson and the proffesor ( He was a physicologist) was explining something. But as I'd arrived one hour late, I didn't get a single word of what he was saying. So, for the first time in my life, I tried to write a poem before I knew that I wanted to be a writer. I lowed my head, took a piece of paper and wrote a love poem. It was sweet, tenderly and described the only person I had ever loved and that this person would never correspond me. I was sad and my eyes were a sort of wet due the tears coming down my face, I finished the poem, but the main ingredient helped me express ho.w much I loved this person was when I recalled her smile; her perfect teeth, green eyes and sweet look. I cried a lot when I read it out loud in the lesson of literature. This poem remained alive and I keep it a as gold treasure. Of course she will never read it. Love's like that; not always you will fall in love with a person that will love you, as well. From that moment on, I decided I wanted to be a writer and that's what I'm doing. Although she's not aware it was written for her

Who would like to have a chat with me in English? Eveyone is welcome! I'd like to talk to anyone who wants to have new friends on here

What happened today? Well, there isn't much to say since it's twenty-one past five p.m. Today I got up very late becuase last night I went to bed late. I was reading The Casual Vacancy, the new novel of J.K Rowling, tha author of Harry Potter. The novel is for adults not children because it contains many dirty words and explicit scenes. Nevertheless, I love the novel. Today, I've been editing one of my short stories that I've been writing. I write since I was 19. For the time bieng, I'm just practising with very little things and simple stories. One day I'd like to become a good author like J.K Rowling. I have created a literal blogspot and, in there, I publish all the things write, even poems in English and in Spanish. I'm a bad translator, that's why I don't translate any of the tales to English. But one day I would like everyone to read them. The story I'm editing is about a young man that recentrly lost his fiancee who were an actress. In the middle of arguments, love, desperation and pressure, the relation ends up in a tragedy in which, these two main characters suffer, separately, a horrible destiny. The tragedy takes part mainly because of a misunderstanding the young man has, and he does what he has at hand to get his beloved fiancee back. But that has a price. And very high.

A new learner When I first decided to take up English, I was frightened and thought I would never be able to catch a single word of what they intended to teach me. When I was twelve I started to love the language but I didn't know at that time they were language schools. The following year, a friend of my mom's told her about a language school she knew where I could be sent. I was excited about the idea of learning more given the fact that in primary school I had only learnt the numbers in English, the months, days and very basic things. But the same time I found scary going to a language school because I knew they would take me exams and I would have to study more than I usually do at school. When I entered the institution, the fear seemed to have faded awayand sat on a seat near the computers which lay in the corner next to the door. With time, I understood I was learning English very fast and easily but I was afraid of not being able to speak a word out of the institution well everyone would think I was mad. However, I started practicing at home, talking to myself, shouting, pretending I was speaking with someone else... I spoke and responded to myself. Indeed my parents more than once asked me if I were ok, lol or they might have thought I had an invisible friend. Today, I'm studying English at university and I'd like to be a teacher of it. Gaining all this new vocaculary took me time and a lot of practice. Withe time I felt curious and came to my mind the idea of studying another languages. So far, I can speak a bit of Italian, French, last year I took up German and I can speak Portuguese very well. My native language is Spanish. I've ever found amazingly satisfactory to interact with foreign people; that really makes me feel so complete. There have been times in which I've tried to speak with some foreign people but theye were not nice to me. That's another topic I would like to share later on.