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…

I am frustrated with myself. I keep doing what I am not suppossed to.

C.S. Lewis , in his The Four Loves, writes:
"To the Ancients, Friendship seemed the happiest and most fully human of all loves; the crown of life and the school of virtue. The modern world, in comparison, ignores it. We admit of course that besides a wife and family a man needs a few 'friends'. But the very tone of the admission, and the sort of acquaintanceships which those who make it would describe as 'friendships', show clearly that what they are talking about has very little to do with that Philia which Aristotle classified among the virtues or that Amicitia on which Cicero wrote a book."
After reading this passage, I got to realize why some people are so superficial in dealing with friendship, which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, affection, understanding, but most of all: TRUST. Without “trust” as the base, there’s nothing where to build a real friendship.
So, why to call “friend” someone you don’t trust?

well, well, well, apparently we also like some glam rock/hard rock/heavy metal band formed in NY City in 1973. we also like a band that has been awarded 22 gold albums and that it has certified sales for millions and millions of dollars in the United States and aroung the globe...and bla, bla, bla.
The name of the band is "KISS".
question! do we really know what the "KISS" word stands for?
According to Gene Simmons, there was misinformation that began to be spread in the southern Bible Belt states (USA), and that the name "KISS", didn't stand fot "Knights In Satan's Service",but when the above mentioned funny character was asked about the rumor, he just alleged that religious people were trying to accosted him and that in fact the name of the band just popped up out of their heads while waiting at the traffic lights tired of trying to make up a name for the band.
If that is not a lame excuse, then what is it?
question #2. so when we listen to their music, either with lyrics or without them,who are we whorshipping?
Some people make my day!

I listened to this sermon two weeks ago about loving one another, and that led me to think about a ton of things I have been doing lately.
I got to the conclusion that I am not a loving person whatsoever. My mind is always plagued with thoughts of what other people do, or of what they are. I am always judging people for their attitudes or misjudging them as well. I am always looking at the speck of my brother’s eye, but what about mine? I have never stopped for a second to see the huge log in my eye.
I am not a loving person; I have been loving people with a love generated from inside my sinful flesh. This is so painful but it is the truth. I am a hypocrite. I am so ashamed of myself. “A self-proclaim Christian” this is what I am, but no living as Jesus did, and not loving as he did… Gosh! I am so frustrated. Satan has been using situations and people to take me to where I am now. How could I have been so blind not to see the truth?
1 John 4-20-21
If someone says, "I love God," and hates his brother, he is a liar; for the one who does not love his brother whom he has seen, cannot love God whom he has not seen. And this commandment we have from Him, that the one who loves God should love his brother also.
I have never done this before. I love the ones that love me, and the one I think that love me, but what about people around me? Do I love them all? Do I love the ones that are not part of my circle? Do I love them? The answer is NO.
1 John 4-16
16We have come to know and have believed the love which God has for us God is love, and the one who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.
I am a liar. I am a hypocrite.
James 2:10
For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it.
This is what I’ve done.

Juan y yo en Necochea. Fue un verano increible.

El chino y yo.
Si solo pudiera volver el tiempo atras...