lunes, 16 de septiembre de 2013

I JUST STUPIDLY DROPPED MY LAPTOP AND BROKE THE SCREEN. CAN SOMEBODY JUST GET HERE AND SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD ALREADY?

domingo, 1 de septiembre de 2013


It's been 18 days now.

It's a nightmare. It's time to wake up. So, wake up. Wake up.

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miércoles, 31 de julio de 2013

He sido víctima de la indolencia.


He sido víctima de la indolencia. Como miles de personas en este país que me parió de sus entrañas, me contagié de la enfermedad más común en tierras venezolanas. Es progresiva y no tiene cura; la indolencia depende de cuán expuesto uno esté a la realidad nacional, de cuánto tiempo ves las noticias en canales de señal abierta, cuántas veces lees el periódico (y cuánta prensa lees), cuántas veces caminas por la calle sin audífonos y escuchas a las otras personas hablar sobre a quién le robaron el celular, a quién secuestraron, y a cuántos mataron en el barrio.

Pero la indolencia no se aparece sola, sino que previamente desarrolla en nosotros la indiferencia y la apatía, hasta que somos, al final, completamente incapaces de sentir algo por un fenómeno que sucede con una continuidad extraordinaria. ¿Cómo no podemos abandonar la indignación en una ciudad que pierde 15 vidas humanas diarias de manera violenta? Al final, ya no nos importa, nos ponemos en modo que nos resbale.

Yo solo sabía pocas cosas de Cruz Pérez, era profesor de la Academia de inglés Loscher, tenía a sus hijas viviendo en los Estados Unidos, fumaba, le faltaba un dedo meñique y le gustaba que le llevara galletas para merendar muy avanzada la tarde, cuando nos daba clases en uno de los pequeños salones de la Academia en Sabana Grande.

Lo había visto un par de veces en la calle, la última, una semana antes de su asesinato, en al CC El Recreo, intercambiamos unas cuantas frases en inglés y me despedí con un "Looking good!". Él siempre se veía bien, de traje y corbata, con un pequeño copete canoso pero bien peinado; casi era imperceptible que los viernes se calzaba zapatos deportivos bajo los pantalones de vestir.

Era obvio que su trabajo era lo que más valoraba o era todo lo que le quedaba, para un hombre con la familia en el exterior, codearse todos los días con gente nueva y variopinta debía ser invaluable. O tal vez estoy inventando.

Me avisaron por whatsapp de su muerte, y nunca se me pasó por la mente que había formado parte de una estadística política que este Gobierno ha ignorado y manipulado durante los últimos 15 años. Al día siguiente me enteré por la prensa de lo que había pasado realmente. Aunque los datos son muy generales, sé que hay pocas probabilidades de que se resuelva este asesinato, que se llegue a la verdad y que se pasen por la justicia los responsables de sesgarle la vida a otro ser humano.

Y me di cuenta que sufro de un terrible caso de indolencia, cai en cuenta que Cruz Pérez es otro titular en la prensa, unas notas en la sección de sucesos de los periódicos; y la gente podrá leer el violento fin de su historia por un día, y nunca más.

Racionalmente sé que está mal; pero emocionalmente no puedo sentir nada porque sé que mi llanto pasaría desapercibido por una autoridad que no ve el mal y ni quiere verlo, porque tampoco pretende hacer algo al respecto. Ya pasamos el tiempo de que llorábamos a nuestros muertos. ¿Para qué? Si el dolor tampoco tiene resolución en ningún estado de Venezuela. Te dirán "ya te lo matarón, qué vas a hacer". Yo lo diría.

Mientras tanto, en la lotería de Venezuela, salimos todos a la calle con las mejores esperanzas de que regresemos a casa sanos y salvos a casa, de que no nos topemos con el hampa impune que reclama el territorio caraqueño. Cuando nos montamos en el Metro, bajamos la cabeza y tratamos de no mirar a nadie a la cara, no se sabe quién te va a revirar, según dicen. Cuando nos montamos en la camionetica, nos persignamos para rogar que no sea esa unidad a la que le toque el atraco de hoy. Cuando arrancamos en el carro, esperamos que no se nos atraviese ningún motorizado, ni que nos vean el Blackberry por la ventanilla. Y si nos llegan a atracar, pedimos al cielo porque todo pase rápido y que al choro no se le ocurra darnos un tiro de ñapa, por pura maldad, porque puede y porque lo dejan.

No sé qué pasaba por tu vida durante tus últimos días; pero espero que, a pesar de todo, descanses en paz. Eso es lo mejor que te puedo desear: PAZ.



sábado, 13 de julio de 2013

#FML... again

Goodbye neck piercing, I hurt myself real bad, it’s quite sore and red now gotta wear a bandaid til it heals… great.

viernes, 12 de julio de 2013

A birthday


Yesterday was my coworker's birthday... So I got her balloon, Hello Kity decoration, a present (a Hello Kitty bento box), candy, her favorite chocolate drink and a cake. If it wasn't for me in this goddamned office, everything would be gray, sad and boring. Cheap bastards.


jueves, 11 de julio de 2013

Daidalos new logo




Photography: María López (Bloody Mary, Daidalos’ violin) landscapes from Russia
Logo: Robert Rasic
LOVE THIS!

miércoles, 10 de julio de 2013

Oh, bugger


Mostly I'm ok, but suddenly I start having this attacks/episodes where my muscles start twitching and my hearth beats like crazy (bat shit crazy)... and all I want to do is yell out loud. But obviously I can't (still sane enough to know that much). It's just so patetic to be an adult with this kind of issues, ya' know, when you're a teenager it's another thing... even a kind of romantic Sophia-Copolla kind of thing.

There's was a point in my life, still being a poor and lost teenager, where I just took for granted that every single problem in my head was gonna be taken care of and solved (magically I guess) by the time I was a respectable and responsable adult. But know that I'm a sort of repectable and sometimes responsible adult, I still have the same problems. Now that I might have a little more experience from life I can actually acknowledge them (my issues, I mean)... just to find that they're still inside my brain for no reason and maybe I should get some orofessional help.

Oh, bugger.

martes, 9 de julio de 2013

Doing it for the FAME


I remember readin' somewhere that Fame, Lady Gaga's first fragance, was the first black(ish) coloresd perfume ever. But then I remember Having this little Nina Ricci's little apple... wich liquid is also black; and I hate -I HATE- to say this but they kinda smell alike.

Just saying... couldn't hepl noticing *sigh*

lunes, 8 de julio de 2013

This is what I do when I'm at work


Why haven't they fired me yet?

Mind me... I'm like really obsessed with lipstick lately. Bought a bunch and now I have no money... again... You know what they say: I can't pay my rent but I'm fucking Gorgeous. Right?

domingo, 7 de julio de 2013

Do you think I have too many necklaces?


Is there even anything like "too many necklaces"? I'm gonna need something cool to hang them up, because I can't look myself in the mirror anymore. I wish I'll find something like one of those fake silouettes deer heads... uh, that would be cool.

sábado, 6 de julio de 2013

My co-worker has the best umbrella ever on earth


It's from Cloudy with a chance of meatballs, so everytime she looks up in a rainy day, it would be raining burgers! Yay!

viernes, 5 de julio de 2013

Long time no see


My friend and I went out to have something to drink and catch up, and of course we look damn gorgeous while doing it,

jueves, 4 de julio de 2013

Alfajor


Some long time ago this friend went out on a trip to Argentina. I was saying goodbye to her and wishing her a good trip when it just came to mind to ask her for something argentinian as an alfajor. I really didn't mean it; but after she came back, she did get me the cookie. It was so sweet and it was so good. It's really nice when someone remembers about you when is away.

I just remember that when I saw this old picture of the alfajor. It would be nice to feel that again.

miércoles, 3 de julio de 2013

That's all


Got a new darkz necklace. I just think it’s really cool… that’s all.

martes, 2 de julio de 2013

My wendigos

Remember I said I had a minor obsession with Hannibal and I’ve been getting deer stuff?… Well, I migth just have fallen into a sort of addiction… these are to damn big that I’m not even gonna wear them… ever… and still bought them.


And well... there're so many things in my life I need help with.

lunes, 1 de julio de 2013

Me

Last time I was trying to take a “cool" selfie… but I always look sad or mad. I don’t know why.


domingo, 30 de junio de 2013

I've been meaning to write more


But there's a bunch of candy on the keyboard... so...

sábado, 29 de junio de 2013

#FML


I was thinking deeply about that tittle I've chosen for this entry. At first it might be considered shallow: the fact that someone's life depends so much on a machine (by free choise) it can be... well, I don't know; it really doesn't get into the life style of anyone who has dreamed about a perfect life and the definition of "living". But then, I remember that I have chosen to canalize most part of my life trought the Internet. 

Trought that machine I learn about the world, I express myself, I watch tv, read the news, get in touch with friends, see movies, EVERYTHING. This is my scape and my reality.

SO my life depends on a computer? Well, maybe not my life but my life style. Because I have chosen this way and no other way.

Nobody could ever tell me my life is less valuable that any other life style.

So, yes, it's very valid when I have a almost-stroke when this happens to my computer.

viernes, 28 de junio de 2013

My Wendigo


Look at my wendigo! ha-HA! Well... it¿s not actually a... I mean... I... Oh, gawd I am so obsesssed, I need help.


jueves, 27 de junio de 2013

Daidalos's new logos

After all this time waiting to launch these. Finally we had the chance, these new logos are pretty cool, but specially the badge. They're all excited about the badge.



domingo, 16 de junio de 2013

“Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.” 
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, TedxEuston

sábado, 15 de junio de 2013

Mads Mikkelsen as Hannibal Lecter



This fucking shooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!

viernes, 14 de junio de 2013

Well... you know, the kinda things i do


This is what we did (and we I mean ME) to our boss office the day of her birhtday. A year has passed... what a bugger,

jueves, 13 de junio de 2013

This is what I spent my mony on: nick nacks and shennanigans

Although this ring is PRETTY cool.


Fairies small containers for... well, I don't really know...

A huge bag of little donnuts

miércoles, 12 de junio de 2013

I'll still eat that


This is what people from work and I do at work: take two boxes of pizza and throw them all togheter in the microwave,

martes, 11 de junio de 2013


Why do I always have to be sick… can’t breathe very well right now.

lunes, 10 de junio de 2013

I’ve been feeling like my hearth’s gonna blow up

I feel like a stabbing in my stomach, my lungs burn, it’s hard to breathe, my arms are getting numb, I’m getting cramps in my legs, and my muscles are shivering. 

Welcome back, pannic attacks… all over again. 

 (It’s that or I’m having a stroke) 

 Why am I having a pannic attack? I have no idea… no stress, no nothing lately… I was having a regular calm life and now this.

martes, 4 de junio de 2013

My body is seriously trying to kill me

This is me dying from cold at work. I don't know if I'm having tension problems or it's my asma. But I'm feeling weird... last night I did some excercise and it went well... so I don't know what's wrong with me.

lunes, 3 de junio de 2013

Good bye RCTV

This pictures where sent to me by an old journalist from the now totally closed RCTV. These were the rooms where the journalist worked and one of the master rooms of the building. The oldest tv channel andthe first of Venezuela closed last year forever.

domingo, 2 de junio de 2013

Another birthday party

Last Sunday was my little cousing 7th birthday. I got her a set of tea, and a Barbie... but she also got a laptop and an android phone... this made me deeply depressed.

sábado, 1 de junio de 2013

Time to erase some photos from my phone

Nowadays my phone might be considered obsolete... and is acting like obsolete. So I was forced to erease a lot of pictures I had storaged in it, and for my sake, I did it. So here there's the first lot that I call: 

Comando Nacional Simón Bolívar:

I took some picture while I was working for the presidential elections. I've been in the campain headquarter for the last three months. Now it's not that much fun as it used to be (because the campaing is over now), but here there are some (few) pictures of where I was and what I saw... mostly.

My identification to get into the press room.
Una de las primeras ruedas de prensa con los concejales Edinson Ferrer (PJ), Alejandro Vivas (PJ), y el diputado suplente por el Edo. Táchira en la AN, Miguel Pizarro.Un periodista entrevistando a la diputada del Parlatino Delsa Solórzano y al abogado Luis Izquiel.Otra de las ruedas de prensa con el diputado en la AN por el Edo. Miranda, Alfonso Marquina, y el secretario ejecutivo de la Mesa de la Unidad Democrática (MUD), Ramón Guillermo Aveledo.Rueda de prensa de la juventud para hacer llamado al voto.

This first group was from 14-A, the same election day. I was at the press room, where the internacional journalist were and where the press conference were given. There's my press ID and the media that was there.

Richard Blanco
El Alcalde Metropolitano Antonio Ledezma.
secretario ejecutivo de la Mesa de la Unidad Democrática, Ramón Guillermo Aveledo

This second group, is from some politicians being interview by the national and international media.

Esta ERA la entrada del Comando Nacional Simón Bolívar.

This was the entry of the headquarter... sadly only for a few days.

Uno de los jefes de campana, Carlos Ocariz, nos agradeció todo el trabajo realizado durante la segunda campaña presidencial. Junto a él estpan Óscar López, Ramón José Medina.

Surprinsingly, one of the chfief of the campaing headquarter thank us for our hard work, he said he was glad to have worked with us and all... it was a nice gesture from him.

César Miguel Rondón moderando el acto con los artistas.

A coworker send this one when he attended that emotional act with the venezuelan artist in support of the candidate.

El día de cierre de campaña en Caracas en la Av.Bolívar.

This other was sent by another coworker the day of the closure of the cmpaing in the capital city.

En reunión con Henrique Carpiles.

And this one was sent by our boss, she was in a meeting with the candidate the next day after the elections.