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Sadly, yes, I'm in some university, and I don't get paid for that. I'm pretty sure this is not a major (I guess majors are better than this), and I won't get one after I finish what I'm doing. Why would I? I rather stare to the f%@/"! birds than study more years (and I hate birds). I don't think filmmaking is a job if you make the films you want, if you don't feel under pressure. I wanna be a filmmaker, but I prefer to stay calm and cautious about that, because is kinda hard to make films in this country; besides, in a world like this, first you have to survive, then whatever you wanna do for living (your real wish, though). So I think I want to work, in the meantime, in some kinda job that demands the less amount of time and work, and pays fairly for my services. That would be the aspects to consider the choosing of my "job"; the aspects for the real thing I wanna do for living depends. Interviews are so boring (unless you're a vampire, and even so...), but I think I would say that my strengths are (I) I don't care what I have to do: I do it without any whining; (II) sometimes I get good ideas and (III) I'm a good worker, because you know, I want my money.

¿Weaknesses? I'm kinda shy, but I can make an effort and act like most of the people. Everything for the money job whatever.

Awesome Doormat or the pretty nice and cool australian on a gamer forum

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I don't really know what a friend is, besides, the word is overused in this world, so by these times, I think it has lost the real meaning. I know people, but I'm not friend of all of them. Anyway, I do have pretty good friends and I enjoy the time with them (when they're in a good mood, otherwise I rather be alone: better that way than with bad companies). I don't think is fair to choose one of my good friends, so I'm gonna pick two of them: Nacho and Cristobal. I met both in this lame institute and it has been two and a half men years since then. The first one is a good friend because he is respectful; not refined or something like that, because we are kinda vulgar sometimes and talk about tasteless subjects, but in the sense that he respect you as a person. And it's pretty cool that he's not arrogant, same thing with Cristobal -the image is a self portrait of him-, who's pretty nice and is easy to talk with him -both, really-. Actually, this is the blog and account of Cristobal, and he doesn't know I'm using it, hahaha. He never will. In a few words: they're good people, as simple as that -in addition, I think Nacho and I share pretty similar ideas of what films has to be in order to be great; with Cristobal I have a different point of view and taste, but it's cool-.

¿Best memory? I don't know.

Anyway, I don't believe in the figure of the best friend or that friendship -or anything- last forever: nothing last forever. I had to write it twice. In any case, nice people, and friendship has to last what is has to last.

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There is only a few concerts that I've been in my life. Less than five, I think. Blame the money, or the lack of it, to be more precise, not me, the poor victim. That don't makes me sad or angry at all, but sometimes I think that it would have been great going to some concerts that I couldn't afford. Nothing really bad, though. But I better go to my point, to the concert I enjoyed the most.
It was last year, and the band of a classmate, a friend, came from south to the big city to play for the urban audience, so some friends and I went to his 'concert' (I wouldn't call it a concert: was smaller and cheaper). It took place in some kinda destroyed and abandoned house in I-don't-remember-the-commune. I enjoyed it because I like the music, it was great and I was with friends (I think it wouldn't be so great if none of my friends were there).
Some other details: before my friend's band played, me and another friend went to play ping-pong in some store near the house. And that was the only detail. It was a good afternoon.

Thai or American?

Well, it's pretty difficult to say what is my favourite movie, because there are a lot that could perfectly be the special one. But, as the instructions command, I must choose, but it's not gonna be just one, only two: Last life in the universe (2003) by thai filmmaker Pen-ek Ratanaruang, and Trust (1990) by american Hal Hartley.

I must say that I like Hartley's filmography more than Ratanaruang's, and I can say that almost the whole filmography of Hartley is full of masterpieces, but these two films I chose for the post are absolutely beautiful and made me feel like the most lucky guy in the world, because the emotions in each one are real and you can almost touch them, breath them and feel them in your interior. If there's a feeling that rest in your spirit after watching these films, that would be desolation and, even if it sounds crazy, happiness.

Both films, one set in Bangkok and the other one in some city of USA, to say it quickly and easy, deals with lonely characters, people totally abandoned from others, wondering around the world with no one that can understand them: the most absolutely solitude: not only physical but also spiritual. But these loners meet one another and start an atypical relationship where doesn't really matters if it gets carnal, because the most important to them is not being completely alone again.

I like these films because they're both a pleasure, a joy, a delight for mind and spirit. And I completely agree with the pessimistic vision of Hartley, wich says that everything is horrible, just like the real world: your desires won't become real and, eventually, everything is destroyed. Ratanaruang is a little more optimistic, but his film also deals with the violence of others getting in the middle of honest and pure relationships. Both says the same thing: only a few people can live in the reality, cruel and honest as it is, and the rest of the world is an illusion.

Martin Donovan, Adrienne Shelly, Tadanobu Asano and Sinitta Boonyasak are perfect. Great films both of them.
Here is a video of the thai film. And here is a tribute to Hartley.