found this on facebook....pretty cute

You know you're Colombian if...

-You dunk cheese in your coffee or chocolate.
-There's at least 2 Chivas bus figurines somewhere in your house.
-Whenyou can make a party out of anything.
-Your parents bring back lots of bocadillo after a trip to Colombia.
-You can tell where a Colombian is from just by the way they talk after 2 seconds.
-There's one unopened bottle of Aguardiente in your dad's liquor cabinet reserved for a "special occasion", but it hasn't been touched in years.
-You think cumbias are the ultimate dance music.
-You get pissed if somebody calls you mexcian and promptly correct them.
-You get mad when you see "Colombia" misspelled as "Columbia".
-When your listening to salsa andyou find yourself banging on anything from your table, steering wheel, lap, etc.
-You know Colombian girls are way better looking than the girls in L.A.
-You come home at 2 in the morning to find your dad in the living room listening to Vallenatos.
-You're good looking.
-Family parties go until 5am
-Your grandma taught all your aunts and mom to cook and they all cook the same.
-When your family makes ajiaco, a given number of residents come over.
-When a relative makes ajiaco, you go over to their house.
-Not only do you have a Colombian soccer jersey, but also the jersey of the local team your family supports (Millionarios, Santa Fe, Nacional, Junior, etc)
-You have more than two last names.
-People call you a drugdealer and you are not insulted.
-There's at least three bricks of panela in the pantry at any given moment.
-You know at least one guy named "Jairo."
-Your moms has beaten you with the correa or chancleta
-Te encanta el guaro
-You know exactly where you were and what you were doing when Andres Escobar scored against his own team.
-No puedes desayunar sin arepa o chocolatico!
-Wenever theres a family get-to-gether the first on the invitation list are a couple of bottles of aguardiente.
-When you have have at least one pulsera of Colombia.
-At a family party you find your drunk uncle playing his imaginery accordian to a vallenato
-You learn to dance salsa before you learn how to walk
-You get extremely mad whenyou hear a Colombian song changed into a bachata by some dominicans
-You carry around Colombian money for goodluck
-You had sleepless nights because of la llorona
-You do la vendicion weneveryou pass a church
-Whenyou know the names of all the Colombian soccer players bu tyou have problems remember the names ofyour classmates
-Theres at least one Colombian flag around your house somehwere.
-You flip out when someone talks bad about Colombia.
-Whenyou always find yourself coloring things yellow-blue-red to make it look Colombian.
-When you have dedicated a vallenato to someone.
-The only thing your really sure about your future is your getting married to a Colombian.
-Hijueputa is your most used word

Salt city

Im going to start posting here whatever I write for my creative writing class... I should see how much I improve.

Andrea Alarcon

Writing exercise #1

09/11/2006

Inspiration: picture #4

The Salt City

The legendary Salt city; I had finally reached it after long days of exhausting trailing through the Greek-Mediterranean coast. The architectural wonder radiated in front of my eyes partly because of the halo surrounding it, partly because of the glistening of the mineral under the burning sun. In midst of my haze and I found a little soda shop where I planned on easing the intense thirst that had invaded my throat. As I waited for my drink, I curiously grazed the wall with the tip of my finger and brought it to my tongue. “The structure is old. The saline taste is barely there anymore” said a very old man who was crouched in the dusty corner. His wrinkles were accentuated by white powder, and his gaze was full of blindness. “Where are you from?” He continued to ask. The fact that I was so obviously foreign, even to a blind man, added my flustering to an already unbearable heat. “I know you are a stranger because of the acidity of your heart, and the need to alkalinize it. That’s why you are here.” I took my cola and quickly strolled out of the magazi. Tasting the walls…that was what had given me away. Not my acid heart, which I was sure not even him could see. “Lucky guess” I thought. “I am sure I am not the first to come here in search of equilibrium.”

Even if the saline taste had left the walls the smell certainly impregnated the atmosphere. I felt like I was swimming in the open sea and with a clumsy movement I had snorted a string of salt water into my nose. It was desert dry in spite of its closeness to the ocean, and the thirst would not leave me no matter how many times I gorged something along the way. The salt was everywhere: the wrinkles of old men, the sugar coating of the pastries, the spaces between my toes, the mustaches of the merchants, the outlines of footprints, the rough barks of dying dogs. I could even devise it in the atmosphere if I stared really hard into emptiness. As I walked I continued to pass my hand over walls in a very subtle manner, and bringing it to my mouth in an attempt of tasting this wonder and proving its physicality. After a while my mouth tasted so salty I stopped and realized that the lack of immediate recognition was because my other senses had leveled the saltiness to the taste one; it smelled and looked so salty that my mouth had to make an extraordinary effort to distinguish the taste.

It was only when the sun began to set that I remembered the purpose of my being there in the first place. It held true what they said, that the thirst and the sun could bury you into the walls of the city, and like many, you would never leave. Many succumbed to the stupor and caught the sickness of amnesia; forgot where they came from and where they were going. I looked at my wrist, where I had the bracelet I had braided out of bright colored threads, it read “purpose: equilibrium, and return home, Cuba” that way I was sure I would never forget.

caminata estelar

Just a little something I wrote....

Y entonces fue una noche para caminar. Una noche para liberar el espíritu debajo del manto de estrellas. Al mirar por la ventana, hacia un vacío de piedras, que organizadas forman el piso del jardín, podía divisar por entre las ramas del árbol casero los pocos cuerpos celestiales que se asomaban entre las hojas y sobrevivían el brillo de la ciudad. Fue necesario estirar un poco el cuello para buscar la solitaria luna, la cual es soltada de sus amigas estrellas entre las nubes y la luz artificial. Me dieron unas ganas increíbles de alcanzarla, para darle un beso de buenas noches y ver si una probadita de su miel de leche me devolvia el sueno que me hacia falta. Un chiflón entro por mi pijama y me la levanto hasta tal punto de dejarme desnuda ante la luz de la luna. En ese momento quede tan congelada bajo la luz azul y el sereno casi ardiente, que mi piel se convirtió en el mármol de una estatua griega. Después de esa tentacion y ese momento de silencio eterno, di mi primer paso hacia la acogida del cielo. El unico sonido que me acompanaba era el de las hojas del sauce bajo el viento, que parecia un dulce llanto de nino que esta siendo arrullado por su madre. Di un paso y me dio miedo. Por un instante olvidaba que estaba en un segundo piso e iba a pisar el aire. Pero después volvi a mirar a la luna y supe que esta vez la gravedad me perdonaria el descaro de enganarla y daria la vista gorda a mi escapada con la noche. Asi comenzo mi acenso, mi pie tocando el aire frio y desnudo, virgen a semejante peso pero nada menos resistente, y el segundo solto el marco de la ventana en búsqueda de su mellizo que ya violaba las leyes de la fisica. No lo pense mas y comencé mi larga caminata. Entre mas subia, mas queria besar a la luna, tan fresca, tan cremosa y deliciosamente pura. Un sentimiento de euforia comenzo a invadir mi cuerpo al encontrar las nubes y ver que el cielo ya era imune a la contaminación visual que proporciona la ciudad. Una estrella fugaz paso volando, agitando mi pelo con su velocidad, mientras yo observaba el manto que me acogia y me hacia sentir en mi hogar. Cogi una estrella y aunque senti una quemada infernal mi piel seguia intacta, entonces la meti en un bolsillo para que me mantuviese caliente. Brillaba con terquedad a través de la tela. Con eso segui subiendo, cada vez con menos aire pero mas esperanza, y con la gravedad recordandome que no me quedaba mucho tiempo porque la iban a despedir por no hacer bien su trabajo. Por fin alcanze a la gran senora de la noche, y con mucha dulzura le di un beso en uno de sus crateres. Fue la miel mas dulce que hubiese podido probar, y ahí me senti por fin feliz y con mucho mucho sueno. Agradeci a la noche por el momento mas romantico de mi vida y me senti feliz por haber roto las reglas que fueron hechas con el proposito de ser rotas.

The complete lyrics to "Yo Ho, Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life For Me)"

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Maraud and embezzle and even hijack. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. We kindle and char, inflame and ignite. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! We burn up the city, we're really a fright. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. We're rascals, scoundrels, villans and knaves. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs! Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. We're beggars and blighters and ne'er-do-well cads. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Aye! But we're loved by our mommies and dads! Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

morceau de chanson du jour

"I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer "-----

Rihanna

RENT

Tonces... hoy fui a NYC, buena vaina, la pase rico, y porfin se acaba este fin de semana que ha sido de lo mas mamon por culpa de nadie mas que mia. Pasar las pasadas 48 horas pegada a mis ex-suegros a sido horrible.. me siguen y recuerdan de lo que no tengo y pude haber tenido, de lo que perdi y quiero, y de lo que amo y jamas dejare de amar... jajaja entonces eso causa la pregunta que mi mama hizo todo el dia... "que te pasa?" jaja y mi eterna respuesta "nada muti... nada" el caso... hoy llegamos a Manhattan, vimos RENT, que a mi me parecio muy chevere y me puso a pensar. Pero creo que a los Godos adultos no les parecio tan bacana la vaina... por homofobicos por raza y asexuales por edad... jaja. Despues de eso nos fuimos a pasear por madison avenue y la quinta tambien... y cuando logre convencer a los senores y hermano de coger el subway llegamos a China Town... ahi compramos como 10 bolsos coach, louis vuiton and what not, y acabamos la noche comiendo en un buen restaurante cuyo nombre no recuerdo en este momento.... buen dia, rindio, y supongo que por primera vez se lo que es tener el corazon roto...

RENT

chanson du jour: antologia

SHAKIRA LYRICS

"Antologia"

para amarte necesito una razon
y es dificil creer que no exista
una mas que este amor
sobra tanto dentro
de este corazon
que a pesar de que dicen
que los anos son sabios
todavia se siente el dolor
porque todo el tiempo
que pase junto a ti
dejo tejido su hilo dentro de mi
y aprendi a quitarle al tiempo
los segundos tu mi hiciste
ver el cielo aun mas profundo junto
a ti creo que aumente mas de
3 kilos con tus tantos
dulces besos repartidos
dessarollaste mi sentido
del olfato y fue por ti que
aprendi a querer los gatos
despegaste del cemento
mis zapatos para escapar
los dos volando un rato.
pero olvidaste una final
instruccion porque aun
no se como vivir sin tu amor
y descubri lo que
significa una rosa
me ensenaste decir
mentiras piadosas
para poder a verte
a horas no adecuadas
y a reemplazar palabras
por miradas
y fue por ti que escribi mas
de 100 canciones
y hasta perdone tus
equivocaciones
y conoci mas de mil formas de besar
y fue por ti que descrubi
lo que es amar
lo que es amar..."

desahogada

ok so a couple of things today.... first, I saw DaVinci code... a piece of advice for ya; if you havent read the book and are considering watching the movie, dont. Just read the book. And if you have read the book and are considering watching the movie, dont. Just read the book again and feel satiated knowing that its as good as it gets.

Second, today I was called Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, which means bipolar in literary allusion form. This might, and just might ladies and gentlemen be true. But these so called mood swings that I have are not mood swings per se but different aspects of my personality, awakened by different incentives. I say everything thats on my mind (and by that I mean everything) so every time I get pissed, even a little, you'll know. My latest problem was my inability to be heard, or understood, comprehended, comprendida. I love to communicate and when the last part of the communication (that being the receptor) does not get what I am trying to say, i suffocate, i frustrate, i curse, i cry, i become simply enfuriated. I pout, i write IN CAPS TO EMPHASIZE MY STATE OF ANGER, i start to talk to myself. Something that I cannot stand in a human being, is someone not standing for him/her self. When someone allows me to treat them like shit in one of my hysterical attacks, not once but over and over again, and then blames me for being so mean, guess what.... U TOOK IT. I try my best to not hurt people. I really do. So i warn. I say, "please understand that I will hurt your feelings" but that message is not understood either. It is not a matter of courtesy when I say that, its the simmple and awful truth. I cant be blamed if i cannot make myself understood in nice diplomatic terms. Im straight foward, and mean, and if u dont like it just stay away, or tell me off, or do something... DO SOMETHING. be a person, stop me, detain my madness, make my angered-self know that you are there, that you are a person an individual and not someone who is willing to take all the shit being thrown in your direction....
thats all folks... sorry for the rambling

You know you go to UF when... + more!

You know you go to UF when....

1. You've gotten a beer at the Brew between classes
2. You took Man's Food, Bugs and People, or Wildlife Issues for your science credit
3. You've been to Pita Pit or Pizza by the slice, drunk, at 2 a.m.
4. You've taken a nap on the North Lawn
5. You've done the Krishna lunch thing
6. You know what a Vera Bradley bag is and/or you own more than one
7. You know the difference between a Rowdy Reptile and a Awamp Thing
8. You know the difference between a Baby Gator, a Gator, and a Bull Gator is
8. Coke vs. Pepsi actually means something to you
9. You know at least one person who failed reporting or financial accounting
10. You know clubs by their location and not their names since they change every month.
11. You know who Ron Zook is and why he's gone
12. You think it is totally normal that Gainesville is invaded by Gator-fanatics in RV's
13. Been to a party at Courtyards, Lexington Crossings, or Gainesville Place
14. You've seen someone sun bathing with a real gator nearby
15. You know what an ACR is
16. You've been to Ginnie Springs
17. You actually get to the club at 10 because it closes at 2 a.m.
18. You've been to the Swamp and Gator City
19. You've been to Growl
20. You've driven an hour to go to a decent mall
21. You feel it is your duty to hate anything having to do with FSU, eventhough you have friends there
22. You see nothing weird about the 'Nole that you throw bricks at the Oaks Mall
23. When something is easy, you say "even a 'Nole can do it"
24. You know a crap load of FSU bashing jokes like...23
25. You're still calling it North-South
26. You "know" Justin Fawcett
27. You think Orange and Blue are a great combination of colors
28. You NEVER wear Crimson and Gold together
29. You've been to Momo's
30. You know what the Salty Dog and the Copper Monkey are
31. You read The Alligator
32. Jay walking is never illegal, but peeing in public is
33. You walk in front of cars and stare the driver down
34. You've had at least one crazy-ass busdriver
35. You don't clap.. you chomp
36. You've seen the preachers in Turlington with the giant sail strapped to them
37. ...and you've seen Abraham Lincoln walking around to counter them
38. You've played kickball in Turlington
39. You know where the Turlington Turd/Rock/Potato and the Fries are
40. It's normal to go out to club wearing something from Abercrombie
41. Flip-flops are mandatory
42. You've painted the 34th Street Wall
43. Gainesville equals the area between 75, University, Archer and Main Street to you... and parts of Williston
44. You've been misdiagnosed at Student Health
45. You know the importance of Smokin' Notes, Einstein Notes...any kind of notes
41. 4:30 p.m. equals parking for you
46. You've gone Gator Stompin'
47. You've seen someone live in a tent, tee-pee, or other structure in the Plaza or North Lawn for a week
48. Albert and Alberta are your friends on the facebook
49. You had the facebook before most of your friends (except the Ivy kids)
50. You know what Tahiti, Platoon, Tundra, and DayGlo are
51. You own at least one beat up cap (that you purposely distressed) which has Greek letters, UF, or Gators embroidered on it and it's likely camo or pink.
52. You know what The Set is
53. You've seen half the campus renovated at some point
54. You've wanted to tell someone you hate to swim in Lake Alice
55. Girls: you wear pearls with anything
56. Your probably not local
57. You know not to mess with anyone in Blue Key if you ever want to succeed in life
58. Dragonfly for sushi
59. You've requested books from retrieval and picked them up.. and realized that there is an upside to library construction
60. South Florida people: you heard someone with a drawl and asked where they were from.. and were shocked when they said Florida
61. You praise Urban Meyer
62. You've ran around town to GTI, FBS, Goerings, OBT, etc. to get your books
63. You've heard random songs like twinkle-twinkle playing on the bells in Century Tower
64. You've sat in trafic at 4 p.m. and wondered how such a small town could have so many damn cars
65. Subway and Chic-fil-a have the longest lines on earth
66. You wonder why on earth the stools at the Hub are so friggin' far from the counter? Other than Noah, who fits on those things?
67. You're drunk... by noon
68. The entire town shuts down for a game
69. You or most of your friends go home on the weekends
70. You care more that the Gators won the National Championship than that they have been recognized as a Public Ivy League School
71. Always drink Gatorade
72. You know what a Greek stalker is
73. You've watched the crazy business law guy teach in a tutu on TV because you were bored
74. Butler Plaza = everything you need
75. You've been to Market Street
76. You got fucked over at Preview by "advisors"
77. You've nearly been attacked by a squirrel
78. You Bleed Orange and Blue!

check this out

about Colombia and the drug bussiness

good article

So about connecticut...

Well then, I will suppose at some point I will write in Spanish, but not now, simply because my head is full of Jewish. Right now I'm in Southport, CT, bored out of my mind I must state since I dont know anyone here and my family has they respective duties to attend during the day. So mostly I just sit. So if my blog seems a little busy at the begining and then the initial fervor begins to die away, Its because I have left this fucking State and gone to Colombia to party my latin ass off... let me tell you why I have no life here. My family moved from florida as I left to UF, because my mom found a great job in CT working for General Electric. So for the past year, my "going home" for thanksgiving and Christmas was pretty much going to this place in which I have no friends and I am yet to meet a hispanic person that does not do my nails or landscaping. So yeah... what is pretty cool about it is that a very short train ride away lies NYC, and I LOVE THAT CITY. Its like a cultural orgasm. Me love me love... but its expensive so I cant go every day... anyways, right now I should talk about my mother's dinner party. 8 people: well mi madre, her bf, my bro, her bf's bro, his wife and their two friends. All of the guests jewish, very smart an obnoxious in several ways. ofcourse they all talked about their kids... who go to berkley, cornell, georgetown etc... all ivy or wannabe ivy schools. The problem is, they do keep staring at me in disbelief cause I seem to be a smart cookie yet go to a state school... in florida??? for crying out loud... its like not eating kosher... so well, in every bit of the conversation amongst the praise and awe towards my mom's latin cuisine, every reference they made to any person they asked about what school they had gone to. It was like "yeah he got pretty high in GE and I think he only went to like a state school or something" or like "what is his background, is it IVY league or just random?" the other one was trying to convince my mother not to move back to Colombia ( which she is about to do in July) and other commented if he would say the same thing about it being dangereous is she were going to Israel. Quite entertaining I must say, and for the first time I didnt feel snobish. Floridians and people up north ar two different specimens.
Anyways, after eating shrimp with fruit, coconut rice and sangria I am tired yet slightly drunk and feel like writing my guts out. But that hasnt happened in a while. I guess it is a vice which I dropped which I wouldn't mind re-acquiring... hey maybe I should start smoking cigars as well...why not? It should probably be in my top 100

top 100 (first 20)

So this is my first entry in this blog, and I decided to do it because 1. my brother pretty much coerced me into it 2. I saw this story in the NYtimes yesterday that talked about a girl who died on 9/11 in one of the towers. Her mom recently found a file that said "top 100" and it was a list of 100 things she wanted to do in her life, or goals to achieve, or things to remember being. I am going to start it... im pretty sure i dont even have half of them in my head right now... but if you feel like adding something that I miss and you find too important for me not to do before I die, let me know... and lets stars

1. Live in Paris
2. Learn how to cook
3. Begin to answer my phone
4. Learn Chinese
5. Perfecting French
6. Not forget my spanish
7. learn how to skii
8. read war and peace
9. go to peace corps
10. learn origami
11. go to China
12. publish my work
13. Write a novel
14. buy a telescope
15. learn to tango
16. Control my mood swings
17. join the democratic party
18. go to a strip club
19. learn classic guitar
20. learn how to read the tarot

ok right now im up to 20.... these are some easy stupid ones....lol I will get the hang of this blog thing, and probably comment about all the stupid and intelligent stuff I said on a daily basis.