the title is obvious i think, but i’ve decided to add a short description in order to make this site a little more colourful.
In fact my relationship with the concept of time is quite strange. (not too friendly by Dani) I hate all clocks and watches, ‘coz i firmly believe that their main job’s blocking my fantastic life.
Clearly, i’m that type of person who is always late for all important event.. for example high school registration was one of these. usually i’m the one who cannot arrive at the school on time so i come in, as quietly as possible, and sit near the door. the idea of coming even early has been totally given up for some years. :D aand i’m always late for parties and dates (boys should hate me) especially since i’ve moved to bp, no end of unpredictable things’re happening permanently in this city. Some of my friends would be able to tell a lot about this. :D
Besides, timing often caused problems in my private life, i mean usually i don’t share my deepest feelings with anyone, but put the case that i determine to tell them to a boy who is important to me..eehh he just doesn’t care, even then.
in addition i hate the expression ‘i don’t have enough time to..’ to read, to write, to learn spanish, to learn how to play guitar, to do zumba, to spend precious moments with beloved people…
but time’s fucked up until i can find the way of winning the battle. = P
Please don’t think that this stupid theory seriously influences my whole life.:D the reason why it’s the title of the page is simple: i had to stay at home in that evening when i started to use tumblr due to some ‘timeproblem’ again, i was disappointed, and i chose this option instead of boredom.
But! :) I can safely say If somebody put a time machine in the middle of my room, i’d become the biggest ‘timelover’ all over the world. according to this u’ve got a little bit of me, maybe. but it’s just a very very little piece.