Alte Kirchen Haben Dunkle Glaser

Ed is acting like a victim.He has this horrible house mate called Tim which is an evil virgin and who's persecuting him.But thats only because secretly he is jealous that Ed comes from Europe and that he comes from one of the most pathetic places in Australia, you know, where everyone is just so bored, and where everyone ends up marrying their cousin.And I think that Ed should persecute him too and write evil things about him in his blog, but he doesnt.
Once I was left alone in the house and I went through al his stuff, I really wanted to find some kind of secret but I only found the most horrible, tacky underwears. They were real farmers underwears. And actually Ed told me he did the same.And yeah, he also found his underwears.And also Tim is just so stupid and arrogant. He' s convinced Im a European princess, just because while I was in Australia I wouldnt do the dishes. Thats unfair cuz I did plenty of other things.I would motivate them to clean the kitchen by singing AbbA and inventing stupid danses.Also I stole posters to decorate their house.And I think I also helped to clean the house at some point.But thats not it, he would go on about how all Australian are so cultured, just because they can name at least five European leaders and that people in Europe cannot even name the prime minister, but thats normal why should we give a fuck about whats happening in Australia, when we can get drunk and have fun?
Well, Im just being mean but its just that those kind of people that think they know everything about everything, that always have an opinion and with who a normal conversation leads to a debate are just too annoying.

Im writing a story about a girl who gets lost in another dimension. I know that I might never end it but until now I think it is quite coolos panos.

The Real Red, White And The Blue

They have really nice faces and the most horrible bodies.They are as fat as whales and they look very sociable cuz they re always playing together but they are super mean to people, in fact.
I found all these 80' ies classy clothes, and I ve tried everything and I look like such a desperate secretary in a cheap porn movie.Off course everything is mine now, and I kinda like it.Its tacky.
Oh, and the weather's crap here tho it is still very warm, I ve already forgoten Belgium's crappy crap weather, next time I ll go back there, I will probably die of hypothermia and look like the smurfette.I used to be a fan of the music when I was very little, and actually I also loved the turtle ninjas, and no cartoon can compare to them.
Im pretty busy with uni applications right now, and there are so many things I need to do, its all queues and stupid papers.And I want to murder everyone cuz usually I have to go back twice, cuz I didnt bring something and blabla.

Do You Want To See My Monkey

Last night, I had the best of the best dream. When I woke up, the first thing I thought was that I would have loved, as a kid, to read a story that would have been kinda similar to it. I was the hero, off course. People were dressed in a 1984 way, and it started here in Chile, and ended up in a bumblefuck motorway in England. And there was my mum and she was so stupid, but still I rescued her, even tho at first I wanted her to commit suicide. I also killed many bats, and I was stuck in a cave with another girl, and loads of water.
I watched Love Actually, two times, and now I know all the worse quotes from the movie someone could possibly know. Oh, and I know the music as well.
And now, I can draw fat, naked women perfectly and koalas.

Valparaiso

I wanted to post more pictures,
but it didnt work.

Poblaciones

Oh, and that's not even the worse.

So today I was supposed to go to Santiago for some uni shit, but didnt in the end cuz I woke up at 12.It is over the time where I was jetlagged and would wake up at 6/7 am all hyperactive.
But I really do have to go tomoro.
Something so horrible happened yesterday, and it wasnt really my fault.
we were having tea with some guests and my stomach was burning and there was only tea and I wanted some cold water so I ask the stupid employee to bring me a glass of water, but she has such a small insignificant brain that can remember only two words: ' serve tea' and I asked three times but she wouldn bring it and my stomach was hurting like hell, I was all red, and I did something quite rude, I decided to go get some water in the kitchen by myself so I stood up stepped back, broke a table, the lukuma cake fell and there was cream everywhere on the carpet.And i was so red, my face was burning and couldn stop laughing, erm i was the only one, chilians dont have a sence of humour.
IOh well, Im just clumsy, I always fall on the floor even when Im sitting not doing nething.
Tomoro I ll try and take pictures, not of the brokken table nor the smashed cake but of Santiago.Im such a fat baby that I ll go to bed early tonight to be able to wake up at seven.ARGH.

Chicha Sunday

Yesterday it was the 18th of september, not a normal sunday, not the ones where you are desperately trying to find an occupation or face terrible Monday morning.No it was dia de fiesta nacional.But I secretly didnt really cared.
At nigth I went to a bbq, and got smashed with piscola.I heard this conversation going on, and there was a guy talking about how disgusting his cousin was, and blabla.I started listening and it appeared that the poor guy was gay, and thats his major crime cuz you know it is sooooo wrong, off course.
And so, what was supposed to be a normal conversation turned into this huge debate.I was so shocked and dont know how but I think I had the best arguments and most of the times he couldnt answer anything.But you know here everyone thinks like this average young chilean, so it isnt because I casse him in front of all his friends that it really made a difference.
But still after that, everything went back to normal and he was like ' so you agree with me' and I was like yeah yeah, off course.
Also, here tho Im half chilean, Im still considered as a GRINGA.
Then we went to two other parties and then after that I got home but couldn open the door, so dcided to sleep outside but then I dont know how I managed to open it and fell asleep like a baby.
Now I woke up because of the cleaning lady who' s a little biatch and forced me out of bed because of all the noise she was making and she has to clean the room.And my stomach burns like acid and I had fresh pomelo juice which didnt improve anything.
I know she hates us, for no reason.

I had the weirdest dream at night that was mainly linked con mi noche.
I was with my brother at a party here in Chile and then we decided to go home so we followed this group of very hot guys that werent that hot but still I was trying to convince myself of that and before leaving a guy gave to my brother a blue crazy pill and then he got all paranoid but still we were walking and the guys went in a house but we couldn get in so we continued walking and I felt someone following us and I look and it was an old guy.I know the meaning of the old guy, I know why he is almost in every single of my dreams and I hate it.Im always so pissed off cuz it isnt that positive.But still he was there so we went straight home and he disappeared.Then we were inside but my brother had brought loads of abandonned dogs that wouldn stop appearing.That I have no clue what it means and then I woke up because of the noise.

Make War Not love

A friend from the army send them to me.
He send loads of other ridiculous stuff but it might hurt his integrity if I do post them.
Here in my new place where Im staying there is this huge window in the shower which means that the peole from the other side of the street can see me, and there is absolutely no way to hide because this fucked up window is literally in the shower.
I went to see Melinda nd Melinda, the new comedy/drama from Woody Alen.It was sooooo funny tho I was the only one giggling stupidly.And I didnt fall asleep which is kinda cool.Cuz sometimes I can be so senile and fall asleep with the mouth open and then wake up with one of my cheeks wet.Well no, but I do talk loads during the night.And last night I had the weirdest dream about people talking to me on msn but I wasn there, then being on the beach and blabla.I think that while asleep I even got bored of it cuz nothing ever realy happened.And I woke up at six ambecause I had orgotten to close my curtains and the sun was shinning and I have such a beautiful view from my bed that it makes even more lazy.
Anyway I have to go wash my hair and my thought of th day goes to Marek who's in Eastern Europe righ now.

Hottest Guys:

• Chilean Marines, I see them each day near the beach
  
• Cliche Rockstars, cuz we all know they are real rebels
  
• Guys that wear suits but only on spcial occasionG
  
• Skaters when they are really really good
  
• Cooks can look hot when food is good
• Uni teachers, at least it gives you a motivation not to skip the lesson
• half fat guys, lying on their stomach is so nice
• Firemen, smoke has such a nice smell
• The last Tzar of Russia
  
• But the best of the best are guys that look very English that enjoy whale watching, drink strongbow, that love to blabla, cook and smoke.
  

Last Night In Brussels

Shhhhh, Im shouting in my head

I got in Chile last friday to live there for at most 5 years to go to Uni there.
What is there to say? Well its a country with an amazing landscape.While landing you see el Acconcagua and Los Andes.Its beautiful.
Right now Im living in Vina but I ll go study in Santiago in a couple of months.
I have to say its a real cultural shock.I had always been there on vacation , its the first time I know Im gona stay there for an indefinite period of time.now i see things so differently, I dont see the country with tourist eyes but with the eyes of a chilean citizen.
I ve only been there for a week or so, but I dont like it.
Its a very poor country with loads of violence and crime.It isnt really possible to go out at night, and eveyday someone gets killed.
I live in the nice area of Vina but once you walk a street away, it is already dangerous and its full of people asking for money and anorexic abandonned dogs.
I dont want to complain cuz it was my decision to leave nice B, plus it may sound stupid but I want to give it a try, I dont want to be like ' Ok, i ve been here for a week i hate it so im going back to Europe'. I want to try and learn new things from this situation tho it isnt very easy.
Here the gap in between rich and poor people is so big that it leads to such an unfair situation and as most favoured people are right wings they dont try to improve the situation and this leads to extreme violence.Life is as expensive as in Brussels tho wages are at least four times higher than here.
Still most people are positive and are nice to each other.
Im getting used in having people to do whatever i say.Its horrible to say but at the same time it is so easy to get lazy.
I went on the beach on sunday and I got sunburnt very badly on the face.even tho, spring hasnt started, temperatures are quite high already.
most people write a blog to show how funny, how interesting, how amazing, how normal or how original their life is.
My blog used to be like that, people could see how positive I was.
now i have to say that my life sucks and that Im quite unhappy.
here everyone is always in a good mood, Im the only one who s sad and I start hating everyone so badly, I want to make fingers to everyone but I dont, not because Im polite.
No, just because I dont want to get stabbed.

Sunny Chile

These pictures
were takken on my
way to santiago,here
are some picture de
la Cordillera de los Andes.

So yeah, here i am sitting here for the very last time
Im leaving in a couple of minutes
Im not sad
I might be in a couple of weeks but now, no Im just too nervious and tired
I know I ll be back at some point
And I know that I will meet new crazy lama's wherever I go
The guy told me I should be careful and not trust people that easily, I ll see how it goes
I want to take all the souvenirs of my life there but I cant
Anew life is starting
Bye Bye Brussels, Hola Chile