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.:Monday, December 27, 2004:.
Entre montañas, verano y guaro!
Bueno señores, hoy desde la capital del mundo, mañana desde cualquier lugar del mundo!
Por falta de tiempo no se ha podido escribir.
Que ha pasado esta semana? Aqui el resumen de estos ocho dias de montañas, verano y mucho guaro.
podria seguir hasta cansarme... pero esto ha sido mas o menos. En una sóla palabra: inolvidable
Gente, llamaré a algunos en estos dias, he estado fuera de Bogotá y no he podido disfrutar de mi ciudad como toca. A todos un beso muy especial de navidad. Desde los de la 116, hasta los pocos Villamizar que siguen en Lekkerkerk y al resto de gente por allá el viejo continente. Se les adora a todos.
Now playing: noticias RCN. Best served with: Aguila imperial!!
special wish to my friends from the south of Asia, Aphiradee, Nook, Nat & Non from Thailand.
Sindusha & Niyani from Sri Lanka, Herita & Reza from Indonesia, Ice & Abi from the Filippines, God bless you guys. After that natural disaster, my blessings are now yours and to your families and friends.
God be with you and with all the victims that now reach more than 25000.
The dead ones are all ready gone, but take care of those who still alive suffer the huge damage this natural disaster has done.
Mensen, ik weet niet, maar alles wat ik nu kan zeggen is dat ik met jullie mee leeft.

.:Lo wrote this at: 6:57 PM:.

.:Thursday, December 16, 2004:.
Fasten your seatbelts!

Es increíble como el mundo cambia de un día para otro, como puede girar 180 grados en 10 minutos y como tu vida te da 3 vueltas, te deja tirado y vuelve por revancha a los pocos dias..
"Life is a fucking rollercoaster, with ups and downs ...you just gotta know how to ride it..."

Se disculpa a los que se preocuparon de una manera u otra con el post pasado, pero estaba en las peores...

Señores... si todo sale como planeado este será mi trayecto a casa:

Reserva JVDA6R. Vuelo Air Italia #115 Amsterdam-Milan 19 de Dic a las 7.am
En Milan a las 8:40am...
19 Dic. vuelo 666 a Caracas. a las 9:50am
En Caracas a las 3:30pm (del 19 de Dic)
19 Dic. Caracas Bogotá. Vuelo #940 Aeropostal sale a las 8:20pm y llego al dorado a las 9:20 pm

El viaje es hasta el 9 de Enero del 2005.
Dejar un comentario o enviar un mail para contactarme.
Me quedaré en casa de los Beltrán 00571-2634438 o los Villamizar00571- 6196518.

No se siente navida por estos lados... hasta hoy se sacó un arbolito de navidad con cara de arbusto quemado, sin vida y salido del peor capitulo del apocalipsis... un arbolito prestado por los vecinos y que por falta de plata toco aceptar, por una navidad medio decente.
No se ha echo novena ni nada por el estilo...la navidad por aqui no ha tocado a la puerta.

If everything goes okay, I'll be gone for a couple of weeks! Don't expect a lot of post this end of the year... maybe something from the capital of the world, which lies 2600m above the world.

Now playing: Tiny Dancer (Tori Amos) / Stand by Me (John Lennon) Best served with: Rachmaninhoff and some kisses from my beloved lover...

.:Lo wrote this at: 7:44 PM:.

.:Wednesday, December 15, 2004:.
Hoy me levantó el amanecer, esa nube gris con varios tonos de
color púrupura o de un rojo subido que tira a violado alrededor, esa nube que
dividia el cielo por la mitad, dividia la noche con la mañana y dejaba traspasar
los primeros rayos de sol de la mañana de miércoles. Eso fué lo único que
verdaderamente me dió lo que necesitaba para comenzar el día.

Unos minutos despues puse lo pies en la tierra, volví a mi realidad que puede que este rodeada de todos los tonos de púrpura, lila y vino tinto que hay pero en
realidad es increíblemente dependiente y oscura, como un negativo llegando a sepia.
El amanecer fué mi única razon para volver en si esta mañana pero aún
asi no me hallé en ninguna parte, al volver a mi vida diaria y estrellarme
contra mi propia manera de soñar llegó este sentimiento de vacio. Mi vida se va
y lo único que me mantiene viva es la esperanza de volver, una esperanza que se
acaba poco a poco, se agota, se seca, desaparece.....No es una esperanza
concreta, es algo supremamente inestable e inseguro. La ilusión se apaga y la
oscuridad de mi realidad cae y me aplasta sin piedad.

No siento nada, no siento seguridad, no siento apoyo, ni independencia, no siento navidad, ni espiritu de fin de año, no siento año nuevo ni vida nueva...
Sólo siento un cariño lejano el cual tengo miedo a defraudar, sólo siento un frio de invierno que se encierra en mi ser de una forma supremamente destructiva.
Caigo... la ingenuidad me mató y llegué impensadamente a encontrarme en una desgracia.

La existencia real me despierta, me da tres cachetadas y me está dejando
sin el más minimo rastro de ilusión, Concepto, imagen o representación sin
verdadera realidad, sugeridos por la imaginación o causados por engaño de los
La velita se me fundió y francamente nunca hubo velita, nunca hubo nada en que creer, nunca se vió nada...
Mi felicidad fué creada por un llamado rumor, un ruido vago, sordo y continuado que sonaba lo suficientemente real y serio para creerlo, hacer mis planes y crear en mi un deseo infinito de

En este momento todo puede pasar, pero no ha pasado nada en
estas ultimas semanas. El tal llamado rumor me esta haciendo dudar en la
posibilidad de una respuesta rapida, concreta y segura que se prometió hace un
tiempo. El tiempo se agota y siendo pesimista sin querer serlo (yo diría más
realista que pesimista)no veo la luz.

Espero lo peor...

Now Playing: nothing. The dryer machine.

.:Lo wrote this at: 5:22 PM:.

.:Thursday, December 09, 2004:.
Recent Thoughts

For the last few months I have been deeply hoping to find a solution to my problems, or maybe just a clarification of the thoughts that have been invading my whole mind and body since my brains started to move, to think in a more energetic and intelligent way. It was not just their usual appearance while I was trying to concentrate during a chaotic and bothering disorganized class of geometry what amazed me, but my feeling of being analyzing everything that moved around me. I could even feel how the monotonous movement of a seesaw entered through my eyes, and followed my optical nerve into the deepest nook of my brain, and then, according to certain principles, laws, and theories that were already defined for me, the image was classified whether it was good or bad.
I know I should not have any of these flairs within me since I am nothing more than a young woman as common as anyone else, but just the fact having myself believing that I could do it, or even worst, that it was something inside me that pushed my mind to do it, started to worry me. As a result, I decided that I would use this new ability of my head to find out what my unconscious was looking for, what it wanted from me, and how could I take a better advantage of it in my daily life since I knew it could not be there without any apparent reason.

After several nights of thought and meditation, in which the constant factor was the sad trace that an awful event of my “not-so-good” day had left printed on my being, I found out that special condition with which I had been born, and that just since a few weeks before it had been fairly taking shape in my mind. I knew that it was the perfect moment for me to understand what was happening to me; I have now realized that a few days of delay from the date of my disclosure would have been fatal for my life as an intelligent and authentic human being, not just one of those who are being pulled every single day of their lives by a more powerful one, or by extremely meaningless things such as fashion or brands. I discovered the cause of my inconformity with the world and with those people that seem to be handling everything around them, or else, they believe it. My “problem” is that I hate the fact of being manipulated by anything that moves or that does not move. Now, I believe, I’m getting ready to fight for it.

I don’t believe that somebody has the right to be or to feel better or stronger than anyone else, therefore, I hate people yelling at me, giving me orders that I refuse to carry out, or treating me as if I was just another of their properties, those beloved properties of their own, that are no more but the trash that society nowadays is cramming into everyone’s already contaminated minds. I just can’t hold someone beside me that manipulates my actions, and insists in doing so also with my thoughts, what I feel sure nobody is going to alter.

Lately, I have been noticing my disinterest on everything that haves something to do with shopping and with those brazenly expensive brands that I thought were the best ones some time ago. I have been noticing that there is something that manipulates everybody’s minds and everybody’s pockets to benefit some designers or whatever they are, just because the have decided that something is on fashion or out of it. Is incredibly effective the way in which these established guides for how to dress well or bad enter the people’s “living standards” and just as if they were some kind of
robotic machines they run into the first famous store they see, and finding the object of their desire, and of the desire of a whole country or the world itself, they feel completely satisfied with their lives. It is a constant manipulation what is exercised on each one of us when we think or talk about fashion. I have discovered that unconsciously and involuntarily everyone seeks for the same things and this is why I detest fashion now; because it goes against my principles of authenticity and originality. I have recognized why I was always attracted to the things that were currently in stock, and this is because I wasn’t able to recognize my own likes and dislikes, or worst, I saw them reflected on those of everyone else.

Everyone’s interest on buyingcertain things just because they are made by famous brands, even though they are terribly expensive, works in a similar way as fashion does. It has become the constant of everyone to walk directly to the Nike Shop when they are looking for a pair of shoes, or to the store where everyone is buying clothes ultimately, and I really don’t understand neither their actions, nor their thoughts. I don’t now by now what is it that attracts everyone to these places, it seems just to be a magnetic force that exercises on their brains, and I really doubt if this force is represented by those coarse prices. Maybe they don’t realize what they are doing, or just have no time to look around them and see the poverty in which
sixty percent of the people around them live; maybe it is just another of the
various manipulations that this mercantile world has discovered to obtain
monetary benefit.

After having disclosed what was oppressing me before,and forcing me to eventually find something wrong in the society around me, Ihave discovered the clue for the happiness and the joy that invades myselftoday, since I am free of the noxious influences that were awfully dirtying mysoul and my personality before.


*Julie: la adoro.

Now playing: jam session at the Scheepmakerstraat 7. Best served with: Beer!


.:Lo wrote this at: 1:50 PM:.

.:Sunday, December 05, 2004:.

My Tribute to Autumn.(Click here)

These pictures were taken the past few months, where the lovely autum colors have shown us how city streets can become carpets, carpets made out of leaves, how sunsets can describe a "dream come true" and how trees behave and let us know that winter is on it's way.

All pictures have been taken by me, this woman with one dream in mind. To be able to take damn good pictures some day.
Enjoy them as much as I did taking them.
By. Laura B.

Now playing: Foxy Lady (Jimmi Hendrix) Best served with: um beijo

.:Lo wrote this at: 6:42 AM:.


It's Mambo Time ladies and gentlemen.
This week is a countdown of sorts. A Musical Countdown of favorites and
So do you think that you're up to it?

3.Artists that have been played these last few
weeks on my jukebox

-Tori Amos
-Lenny Kravitz
-The flyingdutchman
-Sigur Rós
-Julieta Venegas
-Jamie Cullum
-Jethro Tull

2. – Albums recently received/ bought/
Lenny Kravitz- Baptism
Jethro Tull- Thought the Years

1. –right now I recommend:
Stevie Ray Vaughan
The Kinks
The Manhattan Transfer

*for you maniacs in search of good music (cd's & lp's), legally and
cheap, very cheap! "De Plaatboef" is for you! you can give old cd's/lp's & buy brand new or 2nd hand ones,in great shape.
Gezellig to hell!
Where? Rotterdam. Nieuwe Binnenweg 81A
But there's more of these awesome music stores. Apeldoorn, The Hague,Leiden & Haarlem.
for people in Leiden: steenstraat 31
Haarlem: Grote Houtstraat 166.

Now playing: Baba O'Riley (The Who) Best served with: koffie met stroopwafel!


.:Lo wrote this at: 5:29 AM:.