CHAPTER IV: YOUR PET

{Steffie}

In home we used to had just two cats, but then came others from outside that wanted food. One of them was Chilindrina. She died because of a tumour, and we were sad, especially my little sister, Amanda, who cried for entire days. We decided to find a new cat and adopt it. 

Meet my other cats: Campano (on the top) and
Gwendoline (on the bottom)

With my middle sister in february went to visit a friend to her job, and in the way we passed through a park. There was a group of friends there, they yelled to us and asked: “Do you girls want a cat?” and that’s the first time we saw Steffi, inside a cardboard box. We called dad and he said “ask mom”. We called mom and she said “ask dad”. But at the end we could bring her at home. 

Is a female cat and is white. On her head she have a gray blot. She is six month old, so she likes to play around with rubber bands, eat lots of food and poop everywhere (that includes my bed. Discusting!) she is an angora cat. She bites strong and screams louder, but is lovely anyways. Oh! And she likes to annoy the other cats in house, Campano and Gwendoline. 

She gives to the house a little more of joy and lots of laughs. Without her, we wouldn’t have that too.

In memory of Chilindrina, 2009-2016, R. I. P.

CHAPTER III: YOUR FAVOURITE PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY

{Hats & Caps}

Okay. If I had been on a television show, it would be probably My Crazy Obsession from TLC, because of my taste for hats and caps. 

A hat is something that you put in your head, a piece of clothing. And yes: is a piece of technology too, because the human being created it. How do you use it... It is simple. You just put it on your head and congratulations! You know how to use a hat (I'm laughing while I'm writing this, sorry).

I have a lot of hats and caps, and I can't remember exactly when I've got my first one. Now I have ten of them. Of course, they are different between each other and I use them in varied occasions. You use a hat in a formal occasion. A cap is more for a daily context. Every single day you can see me with one. I've won a lot of nicknames because of that, like Don Francisco, Chavo del Ocho, vagrant (because I wore wool caps when it was summer, but now I don't) and many more that I don't remember.

I like and use them because I like how I look with them and I feel comfortable using them (even when some people say that I don't look good. Screw them, fashion police). Is a part of my identity. You can recognize me with that ("Hey! You! Yes, you, the girl with the cap!"). Also is practical and at the same time you can look good. It gives you your own style.

Life without hats and caps would be almost the same, but in winter people would have cold in their heads, and in summer they wouldn't look awesome :(

When I was a girl, I dreamed with a lot of things: being an astronaut, a green power ranger, a magician, a life guard, a comic-maker and other weird professions and jobs. Also I wanted once to go to a polythechnic school and study design. 

Everything changed when I met the guitar and writing. I was kinda confused before right about to leave school and get to high school, but something happened in the middle of the way. 

From my "I wanna be a comic-maker" period. 2009.

A language teacher made us to write a description about ourselves. I showed off my work to her and she looked at me in a pensative way, I guess. Then she asked me: "Paula, what do you want to study?" I got confused, so I just shruged and answered that I didn't knew. Something related to communications, like advertising. She holded her look and told me: "Have you even though about being a writer?"

She always was cold and distant. It wasn't common looking her commending everyone, so I was surprised. During the high school I was seduced by a lot of careers, like filmmaking (because I was good with Windows Movie Maker edition, lol), psychiatry (I loved biology, but it didn't loved me back), psychology (I have to admit that Freud is kinda weird... And I can't being sitting on a chair and listening to strange people problems) but the problem begun when I wanted to study music.

In junior year I was decided to dedicate my life between harmonies and strings, but my parents weren't agree with that. Not because they wanted to stuck my dreams, just because they were worried about I would being poor and starving on the streets. So I realized that even if music can be my passion, I needed a second option. I know is not all about the money, like Jessie-J said, but I wanna live well, and for that I need to be a rockstar (wich is impossible),

Me and a cool journalist at Rock And Pop, 2012. It ruled. 

I had communication abilities and I wasn't waste them. So, I ended here. At first I wasn't very convinced... because journalism is hard and it envolves a lot of responsibility. Having information is to have power, and I thought I wasn't ready for that. Many classmates were touched by a social conscience gift, but I wasn't. My first marks sucked. I hated ouputs to go to recording. The rush, the frustration... trust me, reader. I wasn't ready for that.

At this point everything look very dark, but is not. Even I didn't like it I found something I really like: the New Journalism and interviews. I really got interested for both, because they are deep, not in rush like go out and reporting, and make a quick new. I want to tell a deep, touching and over all awareness story, not to buy some information. I'm slowly waking up, I knew before there was something wrong with social issues, but now I understand that I need to do something against this.

Music is still my passion, but I'm married to Journalism, and I'm not gonna change that.

Just here being a poor little freshman student.

Thank you for reading (even if you need to do this)! 

PD: Teacher, I'm really sorry for the word count. I just got inspired!

CHAPTER I: YOUR AUTOBIOGRAPHY

{This is Me}

I was born and raised in Santiago, Chile on  may 15, 1996. I didn't left the city since then. Also I have lived in Macul my entire life. Is a boring commune.

Here is when I ask... what happened to myself?
2003. 

I have two sisters, Rocío (18) and Amanda (7). My father is a hairdresser and my mother is a kindergarden educator.

I started to study on 2000, entering on a catholic school only for ladies, “Escuela Preciosa Sangre”. With my old besties we used to make jokes about vampire nuns. That name was very laughable. When I came a teenager, I ended in a public secundary, “Liceo 7 de Providencia”. Right there I learned that there was so much crap going on with educational issues and that was okay to love someone of your same gender.

Then, I had chosen Journalism, because I really like to write and stuff. And no: I don't wanna show myself on TV. I would love to being an music journalist.

Here with my first electric guitar on 2013. I was so happy!

By the other hand we have my hobbies. I like to play and make music with my friends; I play the bass in a band, but I know how to play guitar, drums and a little piano too. I tried to learned trumpet, but my lungs couldn't handle it. Also I write fiction and more literaly things, like stories or random thoughs.