Oil, Ivory, Gold and now...Tomatoes!

Well, I am not much of a leftist, I completely disagree with any kind of protest, cant even stand the idea of Comunist countries around the world, I love competition (movistar/CTI...you suck!), I think we should go for a free trade agreement. I also hate graffities on the walls of every freaking building here in La Plata or wherever they are painted.Dude, I ain't have problems with Brazil...but whatever you get in the supermarket or outside of it....it's made in Brazil!!! I couldn't agree more with those that say We need a new legislation against monopoly...but....quick question! What's the point in having new legislation or laws? NOBODY follows and enforces the Law. And now...Do you know how much a kilo of tomatoes is??? Gosh! Stupid Argentine farmers...$15...are you freaking kidding me?? Are you guys inhaling some kind of cheap, low quality drug? Are you chewing "coca"?
So, people! we dont have to go on strikes, set tyres on fire, block a road, or whatever ridiculous idea some people come up to. WE JUST DONT HAVE TO BUY TOMATOES!!! DON"T BUY THEM!!! and the retards will have to low the prices back to reasonable ones.

Amo mi vida!

Hace poco tiempo estaba pensando en lo mucho que escribía el anio pasado en este blog. Influenciado por las ridiculeses de mi alrededor...creo...y pensé...por qué no escribir algo. Bueno, la verdad es que mi cerebro está derretido...esta semana estoy trabajando más de lo normal y no podría unir dos ideas ni con "la gotita", así que pensé en poner esta foto que nos sacamos mis companeros de trabajo y yo en un recreo entre clases....
En la foto estamos Pablo, Flor, Fany, Jessy, Heidi y yo.
Bueno, en dos semanas cuando ya haya pasado la locura del trabajo, seguramente voy a escribir algo como para despuntar el vicio.

El amor destruye barreras

I'd gladly walk across the desert
With no shoes upon my feet
To share with you the last bite of bread I had to eat
I would swim back to save you
In your sea of broken dreams
When all your hopes are sinking
Let me show you what love means

Love can build a Bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a Bridge
Don't you think it's time?
Don't you think it's time?

I would whisper love so loudly
Every heart could understand
That love and only love
Can join the tribes of man
I would give my heart's desire
So that you might see
The first step is to realize
That it all begins with you and me

Love can build a Bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a Bridge
Don't you think it's time?
Oh, don't you think it's time?

When we stand together
It's our finest hour
We can do anything, anything
Anything, anything
Keep believin' in the power

Love can build a Bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a Bridge
Don't you think it's time?
Don't you think it's time?

Jess and me~

Mac snap
Tincho, Iri, Court and me.

Andres and Kyle...thanks for your hearts guys! you are always there everytime we need someone for a cook-out!

John doen't like UNC either. He is more like a NCState fan... well, nobody is perfect!

I am really in a bad mood when I am sleepy

Gosh, it was so much easier to write stuff in English when I was in college. Now, I feel like there is so much going on around, but I can't even elaborate something decent. I would love to share how great I am doing at different areas of my life and how God is teaching me in some others...but the only thing I encounter is frustration. It would be funny interesting to share with you stories or anecdotes...However, I feel my English is so limited. I have neglected it so much that when I try to go deeper in a conversation or try to write a few lines my vocabulary vanishes as if it has never existed and I am not exaggerating.
I know reading as well as listening are good ways to improve and to master a language, it is so complicated to find time to do it though.
Well, I think I will stop here. It is really late and I am tired. I guess that's another determining factor when writing in another language.

Having David around brought great memories back.

Rehearsal for the "Thanksgiving outreach" After all, I didnt like the pilgrim that much.

This is Dave's first nite out in La Plata. we were at a parrilla ( cant remember its name) to celebrate Sarah's b-day. It was freaking raining and we were not able to get a taxi.

Solo tengo tiempo para escribir algo cortito.
Como todos sabran estoy trabajando como profesor de ingles en un instituto en Berisso. La verdad es que me siento muy comodo ahi. El ambiente de trabajo es buenisimo.
Tengo varios cursos de diferentes edades a mi cargo. Estudiantes que van desde los 12 anos hasta los 25.
En realidad no quiero ampliar mas sobre esto porque lo unico que queria compartir con ustedes es que Nicolas (11), uno de mis estudiantes, me dijo que soy parecido a "Chaki Chan"!!!!
Are you freaking kidding me. I think it has to do with my hair style and I cant do anything about it cuz it is still too short.
Ni hablar que no me gustan la peliculas con patadas voladoras como las que este personaje acostumbra a hacer.
AMO MI VIDA!!! ha ha ha ha
Anyways, creo que voy a sobrevivir

hasta la proxima entrada.

Last night was HILarious! I havent enjoyed hanging out with friends like I did last night in a long time. Iri, Tincho, Natalia, Julieta and Me got togheter at Iri's. We were supposed to have tacos for dinner but living in Argentina sometimes it makes it difficult to find all the necessary stuff to acomplish it. We decided to change the menu. We ended up having chicken BBQ pizza ( or whatever you call that)
I'm not going to give all the details but let me tell you that we had fun.
Gosh! it is soooo good to be back in La Plata.
PS: I hate being addicted to one the retardest shows on tv ever...GH 2007. Dang it!

A couple of days ago, I did something I am not proud of. I am completely embarrassed by the idea of having done it. If you asked why I did it, I wouldn’t have an answer. I just did. I read a journal.
The owner of the journal was someone who clearly told me hundreds of times that he didn’t trust me. The interesting part is that I had never done ANYTHING to make him feel this way. On the contrary, every time I was rejected, ignored…every time I would get cold shoulders…I would still look for some kind of friendship. Ask me why…and I don’t have an answer either, but the truth is that I would always try to do my best to make him feel at home. I would do my best to be his friend.
Anyway, I guess satan did his gig that day…I saw this guy journal on the table, it was there as if it were waiting to be read…I felt so attracted to read it that I didn’t even think about what I was going to do or the consequences.
What I read was painful for me, but what really matters is what I did. It was dishonest.
Now, I gave him the real excuse not to trust me, which at this point makes not difference at all…