Crucifying KaЯmina BuЯana

Actually I didn’t had a morning, I woke up at 4:00 pm and the city was like this… cloudy and not enough rainy. A dark city. “Caracas es una ciudad cóncava, un valle rodeado de una gran montaña y un cerco de colinas donde las pasiones se quedan rebotando con ondas imprevisibles. al contrario de las ciudades planas donde el viento barre los vestigios de amor y rencor, en Caracas permanecen dando tumbos con ángulos sorpresivos.” - El valle y la trama de Federico vegas

“And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I’m really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It’s nonverbal: I need love. I need that thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.” — Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wutrtzel

Nowhere.

Recorded our last radio show together. I’ll miss them.

Now you see… I really need a boyfriend to take me out on Fridays to watch Toy Story 3 at the movies… But I'm here, stuck on the internet till dawn. Nobody's missing me. There's something wrong with me.

Normal pues...

“It was the year of broken glass and broken girls, of broken me.” — Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel

This is me, and the mess behind me it’s my closet. I’m afraid if I put it a name it will talk to me.

Day 01 - A picture of yourself Day 02 - A picture of what you wore today Day 03 - A picture of what you did today Day 04 - A picture of where you went today Day 05 - A picture of your morning Day 06 - A picture that inspires you Day 07 - A picture that makes you cry Day 08 - A picture of yourself Day 09 - A picture of what you had for lunch Day 10 - A picture of what you like to do Day 11 - A picture of your favorite drink Day 12 - A picture of your favorite food Day 13 - A picture of your friends Day 14 - A picture of your favorite teacher(s) Day 15 - A picture of yourself Day 16 - A picture of your dream cell phone Day 17 - A picture of your mp3 player Day 18 - A picture of your room Day 19 - A picture of your favorite musical instrument(s) Day 20 - A picture of where you want to honeymoon Day 21 - A picture that makes you think of your loved one Day 22 - A picture of yourself Day 23 - A picture that describes your life Day 24 - A picture of what you did today Day 25 - A picture that...

"I’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.” — Prozac Nation

“I am the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Chesire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phoney, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party some place or some picnic in the park, the one who looks to very vibrant and you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with everyday that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible, getting covered over more thickly and darkness, coats and coats of darkness that are going to suffocate me in the sweltering heat of the summer that I can’t even see anymore, even though I can feel it burn.” -Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wutrtzel

Mientras estaba de compras para los regalos del día del padre vi a muchos maniquís con tocados y sombreros; espero que se pongan de moda porque me muero por usarlos. I went shopping with my cousing, and she told me all that lace remind her of Gaga. I wanted to buy that suit, but as usual, there weren’t of my size. All that I could buy for myself was this cute bag to put my shampoo, aconditioner, soap, tooth brush and paste to make more confortable my daily trips to the bathroom.

I’ve been paiting this goddamn shirt all night long… my back hurts. Now I have finished. The thing is: the cousing of my cousin's wife (...) call me on Monday to see if I could paint her schoold shirt. I told her to bring it on Wednesday because I had nothing to do that day... she never brought it so I thought she forgot or had someone else to do it. But no, oh, no... my cousin brought the shirt yesterday at 9 pm... NINE FUCKING PM. Today I went shopping for tomorrow's father's days so I finished painting the stupid shirt just now. I'm so tired. This is the back. She must be graduating from school... and apparently she's going to study odontology (bleh!). Whatever. I should have said no; when she called me I was all "Oh, sorry, I got no paintings, no brushes... i'ts been a while since I don't paint". And she went: "Don't worry, I'll give you eberything you need". Fuck... I hate paiting shits for people I don't even care about....

Hoy estuve presente en un curso de la ONG Espacio Público de Carlos Correa llamado Herramientas web para un periodismo más dinámico (o algo así). Lo que no entendí fue que asistimos a un taller para la aplicación de herramientas web al periodismo… y nos dan una libreta de notas y un bolígrafo. Nos mandaron un mensaje medio extraño. Nuestro facilitador fue un duro del periodismo digital: Francis Pisani, periodista francés, blogger y columnista de El País (Madrid), Reforma (México), blog en Le Monde (Paris). Reconozco que aprendí muchas aplicaciones nuevas... pero admito que las mismas inquietudes que han tenido los periodistas desde que se inventó la Internet aun siguen existiendo; cosas que a mi no preocupan aún son angustia para muchos, como: los periodistas ciudadanos le quitarán el trabajo a los periodistas graduados, los periódicos dejarán de existir, la gente lee menos porque los medios publican en menos caracteres, existe un caos informativo, no hay jerarquización, los periodista...

1. Shoes 2. An Rob Zombie lunchbox 3. This car indeed 4. More accesories 5. Flavored chopsticks 6. A Día de los muertos t-shirt 7. A leather Jacket and those kind of shirts 8. Dragon Balls 9. A tattoo 10. Benicio del Toro