Postgraduate course ?

It is taking me so much time to end this career that I don't know really if it is convenient to do, maybe first I should get a job, gather some money and then finally consider if it worth it, probably it would, but I don't even thought about it.

Now, If I think it in an appropriate way, Yes I would like to continue my studies, but as supplementary studies for my career, for example: Illustration, but in two different types (traditional and digital), That is the first step if i want to complete my curriculum.

Now If I keep dreaming I would like to travel to japan, and if it is posible, continue my studies there, but just for a while, It would be fantastic meeting the world of a mangaka, because that is my dream... I am working on it!

In the case of I complete my artist studies ( well...my visual artist studies) I would like to take gastronomy classes, I love food and I love to prepare different dishes, That is what my dad taught me, and he learnt it from his grandmother...I would have loved meet her, but she pass away when I was only one month, But my mother always tell me something that makes me happy, she says I have my great-grandmother's face.
And is for that reason I wan't to cook a lot of dishes! I already do, but I don't know so much variety, that is why I want to take cooking lessons.

Maybe You know, maybe don't (stract of my diary)

Constant Salinas goes through the life, and it crush his brain, he is full of tedious things, then wonder for the sleep, confuses realities, He goes to bed without sleeping, gets up without waking up, He looks himself at the mirror and said...what the hell? and that is the idea.

When the privilege turns into an obligation? this situation gets worse the privilege to making it inestable, to transform it in something ruin, horrible and finally oblivion.

So, what is left? only what you bring with you, maybe a temporary illusion, but I doubt it would be a good one, those gone with the disappointments.

It would be late to regret the tiredness, because the effort required things that you don't remember, feelings you've forgotten, love you've never lived, fantasies there are gone in the blue sky and the wish of dissapear.
Now, my friend, lets take a coffe in my imagination for finally die when the world sleep.

My favourite piece of technology

Well, I'm not a person who likes so much technology, I have a very old cell phone, my laptop is covered with dust I don't even watch television but there is something I can no miss....MUSIC.

When I was ten...in my dad's work its gave prizes for the school grades of the children...and my prize was 50.000 pesos. When I receive that money I just though in one thing...a radio, MY RADIO!!
I use it every day! I can't live without music so...I turn it on all the time, in fact I never turn it off ...I even sleep with music. Is the best acquisition I could ever had. Now my radio is sixteen years old, is dented and is dirty, The cd reader is dead, you can use cassete in it, but is out of age. But despite all of that I love my radio I use it all the time! If I wouldn't have it probably I would buy one, cause that gaves life to my house. You never gonna visit my house without music

Why I choose this career (Art)?

Well It is simple, since my chilhood ( when I was four) I've been always drawing. I learned from my older sister, who watched anime in television, so That's the way I start it...and I haven't stop!
But as a career I just think about it when I was in high school, but I never doubted it. I told to my parents and (since they always saw me drawing) they just accepted. So I prepared my self to do the PSU and I got in...but in the midle of the first year came a crisis of my bipolar disorder and I had to postpone studies. I was in therapy for years, but when I was ready, for life's circumstances my father got sick and went into a coma, so I had to postpone again. Now I'm finally studing again and no one gonna stop me!
About the work, even if I can't I want to be Art's Teacher, I want to give the oportunity that I had in my chilhood.