nada, eso

Acabo de postear una foto tierna de mi nuevo depto en mi flog

nada, no tengo nada mas q decir solo que este finde salgo con dos flacos, y eso

visiten a mi hermana q se tinio de fideos con salsa pero como los hace mi vieja q mezcla la salsa con los fideos y nos los da casi secos excepto los de ella

o a gonz un capo a quien estuve leyendo por mas que el blog ya esta caput

En LA sigue haciendo calor y tengo ganas de pegarme una visita a mis papas para tomar unos mates e irme enojada y golpeando la puerta al salir

Britney vs Jazki

Y si, Britney un poroto al lado de la potrasa de mi hermana menor Jazmin, miren que linda que esta la flaca!! Solo 15 anios, era yo asi de flaca? Por Dios de todas maneras todas las fotos q veo de mi pasado me sorprenden
y ay tengo fotos nuevas en la camara las tengo q bajar!

Love and peace!

Crazy Hollywood Life

Si, en mi flog prometi fotos lindas de Los Angeles y aqui esta! Drugs, drugs, drugs my friends. Muchos famosos son drugies maaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllll!! Como llegan a eso?? Como llegan a esto que vemos en la foto!?!?

Ustedes piensan que si yo me hago famosa voy a drogarme y verme asi?????


Chequeen esta pagina, por mas que no entiendan mucho ingles las fotos son impagables!

No voy a ir a ver a Soda

Lo decidi. Por mas que me dan entradas gratis para verlos aca en Los Angeles y por mas que quede muy cool decir "vi a Soda Stereo en Los Angeles" prefiero hacer el road trip con mi amiga Rebecca e irme a San Jose y San Francisco por 4 dias!

Se mudaron una Polaca y una mina que hace tatuajes a mi depto y estoy feliz!


Esto de ser adulto y pagar cuentas igual no me gusta nada.

Amo mis vitaminas

Como cambio mientras maduro! Ehh bue. He pasado por muchas etapas, desde ayunar, hasta hacer dieta estricta, a mandar todo a carajo. Por un tiempo me cuide de algunas cosas, por otro no, por otro solo iba a comprar a Trader Joe's un lugar 100% organico. Pasta organiza, almendras, verduras, todo saludable.
En pocas semanas pase a comer porciones de papas y gaseosa todos los dias y sorprendentemente perdi de peso. Ahora estoy medio mitad y mitad, con un tarro de helado de vainilla en mi heladera al cual de doy un poco todas las noches, pero estoy mas equilibrada: pan negro, menos gaseosa, menos dulces, no cenar tarde.
Hace una semana tuve una recaida terrible de salud. Me dolia la cabeza, el cuerpo -especialmente las rodillas- y estaba muy debil. Darlington me recomendo unas vitaminas con calcio y muchas cosas mas y me siento mejor. Ayer empece a tomar clases de yoga y creo que tambien me hacen bien. Yo, que siempre estuve en contra de la yoga/ esta no tiene meditacion igual.
Juan esta haciendo un ejercicio de vida todas las noches y creo que yo tb lo voy a empezar.

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Por que, por que, por queeee??

Ayer fui al cine con mi-amigo-personal-Darlington Monyei. Pongo una foto porque nunca pude una foto de el. Tengo algunas de mi pumple pero me tengo que comprar un pen drive para bajarlas desde la memory card de la camara.
Oh, la fiesta de mi cumple fue un exito. De pronto se me ocurrio violar la propiedad privada y usar en equipo de audio de la perra de mi roommate Teena, que no estaba en casa y puse un cd compilado con los autenticos decandentes, el simbolo, por dios!! Mandy -les debo una foto de Mandy- la rockeo toda la noche! Una idola, hasta se puso a dar clases de baile a lo latino!
Despues se armo la pista de baile en mi habitacion mientras otro grupo de gente charlaba y tomaba y comian en mi living y en mi balcon.
Para fotos de mi depto y otras mas, vayan al space de mi amiga Loli.

Volviendo al tema del cine ayer: vimos Rendition. Pero como habiamos llegado temprano dimos unas vueltas por la calle Vermont en el hermoso barrio de Los Feliz. Entramos a una libreria y se me ocurrio preguntar si tenian aquel libro que habia visto alguna vez: Writing Los Angeles, una antologia de grandes escritores americanos y no -porque tambien esta Octavio Paz- que vivieron o sintieron L.A. Pregunte, estaba 40 dolares, pero de pronto el flaco dice: tengo uno en oferta a $25 porque la tapa se mojo. $25! Oferton! Lo compre y despues me senti culpable. No soy adorable? No soy de esas minas que se compran ropa, me compro libros!!

En la pelicula que veiamos la Legalmente Rubia Reese estaba embarazada y le ofrecieron cafe: "I can't drink coffee" WHAT?!?! Es cierto!! Cuando estas embarazada no podes tomar cafe!! Oh my God! Como se supone que voy a vivir por nueve meses multiplicado por 3 (Oniria, Antoine y Solveig y quiza Ezequiel que venga de regalo)? NUEVE MESES DE TU VIDA SIN CAFE! Por que?????
Ademas, por que el cafe es TAN malo para el sistema man? Es tan rico, tan necesario? Por que te hace merde???

Volviendo en el auto Darlignton me entrego las vitaminas y el calcio que le mande a comprarme para mi y con ellas me regalo un tableta Toblerone. Esta maniana manduco un poco y se me ocurre mirar los "nutrition facts". 3 porciones: 170 calorias por porcion!!! 19 gramos de azucar de los 100 que son y 10 gramos de grasa! POR QUE LO MAS RICO ENGORDA O HACE MAL???? POR QUEEEEEEEEE

Tres al hilo como mi hermana ( cliquear en las imagenes para verlas completas)

Mi hermana Lalu es lo mas: chequeen su blog lemon pie gigante para conocer los secretos de mi familia y entender por que yo sali como sali.

Volviendo a mi, tengo algunas notas rapidas en mi cabeza, algunas se me acaban de ir, pero espero que vuelvan.

1- Trabajo en una discografica. El otro dia mientras almorzaba, note que mi jefe estaba escuchando una canckon que decia: "los suenios que nos quedan" o algo asi. Y yo pense "esas canciones que me llegan tanto.... cuantas habran pasado por mi vida, cuantas canciones habre escuchado en toda mi vida, y cuantas son las que realmente puedo decir que podria haberla escrito yo". Me puse a pensar en mi jefe, pensara el lo mismo? Tendra el algun suenio que no realizo todavia? El como amante de la musica, cuantas canciones le llegaran? Cuantas, de todos esos discos que tiene en un discoteca?

2- Es increible como el estreess sigue invadiendo mi cuerpo, me duelen los ojos, los oidos, la rodilla. Quiza tenga algo grave, pero no creo. Ja.

3-Foto: Lost Souls Cafe. El lugar donde hacemos "Groove" un llamado Open Mic donde musicos y escritores comparten la velada. Me encanta porque es como un cafe escondido y hay que descubrirlo.

La cabeza en mil pedazos

Y Lula aprende una vez mas, que la gente puede ser una mierda y no le va a importar lo mas minimo. A esta altura, no deberia sorprenderle.

No extranie tanto despues de ver esto

Bad hair day

1- Bajon, me olvide la contrasenia de mi antiguo blog donde tanto escribi por tres anios.
2- Dia nublado sin enies ni acentos, me sient mal.
3- Si bien tengo un bad hair day por la humedad curiosa de Los Angeles, nunca, pero nunca, faltan los halagos hacia mi pelo. Y es algo que me gusta de aca, aca todos aman mis rulos, los adoran, se arrodillan a besar mis pies por mis rulos. Jaja, me fui de tema no?

So it’s true.

One of the most common questions me and my sister Laura had when we were watching Friends was: are the coffee houses really like that in the US? Do they have big cups and couches where to sit? Then, we asked ourselves this questions when we saw One tree hill’s coffee house with shelves full of books: do people don’t steal the books?
It was kind of our perfect world to find a place like that in Buenos Aires, where, despite the artistic era she had, no coffee house was like the ones in the US sitcoms. Actually, the whole coffee house culture is not even developed. One upon a time, in the 50’s, Buenos Aires has her own bohemia, her own coffee meetings with famous writers that gathered to talk and discuss matters of the present. That is no longer existing. May be in the underground world, but not very common. There aren’t such things as coffees to go, people sit and chat or read the newspaper when they drink a coffee. Well, lately shops have been buying cups to go, but you rarely see someone with a coffee and walking down the avenues. There’s no such thing as taking your laptop to the coffee house, someone will be waiting outside of any place to take it away from you, besides, not a lot of people own laptops. We do get together to study and talk and enjoy friendship, but coffee houses in the US have a special magic and I was extremely happy to realize that TV didn’t lie for once.
The first one I discover was Insomnia, in the Beverly Blvd, in West Hollywood. As a matter of fact, me and my first American Hispanic friend went to another one next door, which was charming and colorfull …, I had a white chocolate mocha, which was something completely new to me (and I’ll expand myself later with coffee flavors), and a tiramisu cake. Amazing! But this place closed early so walking down the street we found Insomnia. This is what I’m talking about! I said to my friend. Wooden walls, old velvet sofas, shelves and books, it seemed like an old French library! How can I not love it?
The second coffee house I discovered with the same friend was Lost Souls in Downtown, we went to an art gallery and again, walking the streets we found a secret path the lead us to Lost Souls. Hidden, kinda dark, I discovered so other fun stuff: art hanging and board games. My friend ordered a Chai Tea, I had no idea what that was, but I fell in love with it. Later, Lost Souls would be the place were The Groove took place, and I was gonna be a part of it.
Coffee houses fill me with innocence. Sicco bubble in Los Feliz, where the Australian guy listens to Manu Chao, Karma Café in Selma and Cahuenga where a guy plays the piano on Monday nights, and they have comedy nights and many other things. The bourgeois pig on Franklin block next to the Daily Planet where my former roommate Ash works. I can’t get tired to visiting this amazing places where people go to do something alone, but surrounded by people. Isn’t that socializing any way?
Going back to the whole coffee flavors experience, I can’t not mention Starbucks. I’m not sure if they were the pioneers or the ice lattes and the cinnamon dolce latte –which I love-, but the first experience in the states with all this coffee culture amazed me. My mom offered me iced coffee many times at home and I always rejected it, but once you try a Starbucks, how can you?
Argentina doesn’t have ice coffee culture either. Will we ever? Starbucks will arrive by 2008, but will Argentineans embrace this passion?
Coffee houses. What does it mean to me? A place to read, a place to write, a place to meet, but for ever more, a place to dream.

Arriving at LAX – Here I come!

It’s been almost 7 months since I came to the States and I’m totally a different person than that young lady that took that plane last year. It was December 26th. I said goodbye to my parents and my grandparents at the Buenos Aires Airport. I try to remember my perspective at that moment. The first time I was getting on a plane, the first big trip of my life. I do recall being unable to believe that I was going to leave Argentina. Even when I had the plane ticket in my hands I was expecting something to happen that would stop me from coming. That’s how I am.
It was I and my hand suitcase now, both afraid of not passing the check in. But we did, and the plane was leaving to Peru. I arrived at the Peru airport without thinking I was going to be robed. They took my deodorant, my polish remover, my anti cellulite cream and something else I don’t remember at the airport because it wasn’t allowed to enter on the hand suitcases to the US. I was mad. I didn’t want to smell the next morning, and believe me, I was going to. As a matter of fact, I was starting to smell that same moment and I wasn’t fast enough to tell the guy that was mugging me to let me use my deodorant one last time. But I didn’t and I took a picture of my angry face and I promised myself never return to Peru.
When the plane was leaving to LA finally, I saw a plane parked on the side that said in Spanish “heaven” and I got scared, what if it was a sign and I was going to die? Please God, don’t let me die in Peru, make it either in my country or in the US, please please.
Nothing happened, obviously. Still, I had another challenge: to get in the US, to pass the controls. I had everything on my side, the Green Card on my passport, all the paper work, everything, but still. I didn’t want to be Tom Hanks in that movie; you know what I’m talking about.
I was feeling uncomfortable in my dirty clothes and I was getting nervous and sweaty. They checked everything and told me to sit down. The officers looked at me a couple of times, and one of them called me by mi middle name Belen (Bethlehem). I dared to correct him and he said: No, Belen is better, it’s Christmas. Ok, officer, just let me go!
I saw California for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. It wasn’t as beautiful as I expected at first, especially because the first to months I lived with a family from Guatemala that didn’t really lived the American way.
Everything was new. I realized what a first world country was about: organized structure. I went to a public restroom and it had toilet paper! Warm water!
The bus has air conditioning and you ask a stop pulling a cord! No horn noise in the streets and many other things amazed me at first. A girl from the City into another City.
We need to stop here and make an analysis of this. Not everyone, at the age of 23, leaves family and friends to jump to the unknown. It’s a life adventure. Buenos Aires was, in a way, part of the past. My eyes were ready for the new city. I was there, here, in Los Angeles, California. This is a place that the rest of the world sees on TV since we remember, and I was finally here. The United States of America, the emblematic country. So many of us idealized it so much, but still, how many cool things were waiting for most of adventurers.
Of course, I wasn’t going to be in LA until I saw someone famous, but wasn’t going to happen after two months, after I left the Guatemala consulate I was living in to move somewhere else. We all have different arrival experiences. I was lucky to have them. In my post-teenage mind, the “LA experience” hadn’t start.
I do want to remark about my very first friend in LA. A few weeks before I departed from Buenos Aires, I started exploring different web pages to make friends in Los Angeles, before hand. I got –I have no idea how- in a singles page. I started talking to this guy, Zach. We wrote a couple of e-mails and as soon as I arrived in LA, I called him. We hang out a couple if times and he helped me a lot until he moved to Arizona with his friends. He was in LA for his music, but moved anyway where his guitarist was. Zach is been in a way an oasis. He told me the States was nothing like what I was living at that time and he encouraged me to stay. Here I am.
And this trip showed me that I can go anywhere I want.

Hollywood/1

There's something in the air
is there air? Is there anything at all?
No more Litany
no more Lethargy
there's a strange routine in my life now
it's not that overwhealming
but is hard to breathe sometimes

I just need...

Necesito a alguien. Necesito a alguien que no solo me comprenda, pero que quiera escuchar e intentar entender.
Necesito a alguien que me de sus manos, sus manos y su piel y su espalda tibia. Necesito que ese alguien roce su piel con mi piel y que me abrace con su Mirada y que me bese con su sonrisa.
Necesito esa tibieza que el cuerpo y el alma necesitan. Quiero una espalda de espaldas para poner mi cara, y hundir mi nariz y oler la tibieza y quiza clavar suavemente mis dientes.