FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

Today I've realized that coming back to Argentina was the best thing I've ever done in my life. I was so happy to be there, in my school, with my real friends, sitting next to Val and behind Josefa. It was amazing! I just couldn't have asked for more. Besides, IM A SENIOR. I'm school royalty, it feels beautiful <3

CLASS OF 2012!!

Yes, I Have A Life!!

So the reason why I haven't been blogging as much is because I finally have a life! I go out every single day! I have to get deeper into that actually but I am really loving it here! Nothing interesting happened yet with anybody, but I am just having a lot of fun and starting to remember what it feels like to actually go out with friends and have a social life. I don't regret my decision at all, and like my reader Jasmine said, my experience in America was a lesson I learned and an experience I will never forget, and now it is time to move on and enjoy life.

So now I can say that I know I followed my heart when I made my decision, and I encourage my 12 followers and the rest of my readers to do the same thing, because it is the only way to never regret anything.

I'll post some pictures tomorrow because I'm going to a night club with friends today! :D

Home Sweet Home

So I'm here, laying in my bed in Argentina. I can't believe it, but at the same time, it feels like I have never left.

So today when I arrived the first two persons I saw were my best friends Jousefa and Val. Then my mom and my sisters, then my grandfather, and then my step dad. Even though I was not very excited when I was Chile, when I saw them all I realized why I came back.

Then we went home, we talked for a while, and with my friends and my mom we unpacked. And then, I did something that I had been waiting for, for a long, long time: GO TO THE MALL WALKING!!!!! I lived in New Jersey, just highways, no sidewalks. I had to go everywhere by car, and my friends were not the kinf of people that like to go out all the time, so I basically lived inside my house and school, no social life. Now I finally got to go out like I used to do before I went to New Jersey. And it is summer here, so I could just wear a pair of shorts and a shirt, it was beautiful.

I do miss NJ though, and everybody tells me how much I've learned and grown, which is amazing, because that was my main goal.

So anyway, I'm here, after all I have been through.

Moving

Some people have been asking me where I am moving and why. So for the ones that read my blog but don't really understand what's going on I'll make it easy: I am from Argentina, I lived there my entire life. My dad and his family are Americans and when he divorced my mom he came back to his country, so when I was 15 I decided to come to live with him for a while to be with him, his wife, and my sisters, and also to study abroad, which was something I always wanted to do. So lived here for around a year and a half. I had my ups and downs but it was definitely the best thing that happened in my whole life. Since this is my house, I mean, my dad's house, which is sort of the same, I had the chance to decide when I wanted to go back to Argentina, and I even had the chance to stay here forever (that's the amazing thing about having two homes in different countries). I was supposed to go back in July but I ended up staying 6 more months because I felt like a year was not enough. Now it is time to go back (tomorrow!!), and that's why I'm so stressed out and with so many mixed emotions and feelings. I am excited to get my old life back, but at the same time leaving everything I have here in the States is really, really hard.

Thank you for reading my blog, it means a lot to me that many of you actually comment and email me to give me advices or to tell me that you feel related to the things I write. Writing about my experience and getting to interact with other readers was definitely one of the best things. At the beginning this was supposed to be a blog about my year in the States, but it ended up being some kind or journal, so I'll keep blogging no matter where I am :)

Out Of Control

So I'm leaving in three days. My life is a mess right now. First of all I'm stressed out and I feel lost because of the fact that I am moving to another country and that just makes me feel weird. Then I had to say goodbye to my whole family today, which was sad. Third, I still haven't packed yet. Fourth, I am tired, physically tired and I know it is because of how stressed out I am. Fifth, I've just talked to my mom and she didn't even ask me how I'm feeling about it and she was in some sort of bad mood. Sixth, I needed to talk to my dad about some school papers, and some other things that I need to get done before I leave and he was too busy playing a computer game with friends, and he told me leave the papers in the kitchen, that he was going to take care of them later, he pretty much kicked me out of his room. Seventh, my friends have no clue how this whole experience feels, and all they talk about is what we are going to do when I get there (even though it is a couple of days from today, I'm still on the other side of the world, I couldn't care less what I'm going to do when I get there, I'll see later). Eight, I need to talk to someone about all of these weird feelings, and nobody seems to care or understand. Ninth, my room is a mess, and that makes me feel even crazier. Tenth, my hair a is mess because I didn't put a special cream after shower, so I need to get it done before I go to bed, and that's gonna take me at least 30 minutes. Eleventh, I am still going to school until Tuesday, and I have some sort of quiz in math tomorrow. twelfth, before I leave I gotta go to the doctor and send my Argentinian exams. Thirteenth, on Tuesday is my dad's bday and I still haven't got him a card. Fourteenth, I need to go to the mall to Sephora to buy make up that I can't get in Argentina.

Overall, everything is out of control right now, and I don't know where to start to fix everything. I love traveling, but I hate this period of saying goodbye, packing, enjoying my last days, and those things. It stresses me out, and it is really sad for me to handle it alone. This time I promised myself to be strong, because this is the life I got, and it is divided in two whether I like it or not. I'm always going to have to say goodbye to one part of my family in order to say hello to the other part since my parents live in two different hemispheres, so I just need to get over that and stop crying every time I leave the States or Argentina, other wise I'm going to end up emotionally destroyed.

So well, I wish I could just fall asleep and wake up next week in Argentina. No more packing, no more goodbyes, no more hellos, just wake up in my normal life in Argentina because this is stressful as hell.

Well, I need to start putting my life together so goodnight.

Surreal

I can't believe I have a week left in America. I can't believe this experience that I planned my entired life is almost over. Time goes by faster than we think, and one day we wake up and realize that everything is gone and everything is different.

The only thing certain that I've learned, is that everything changes. Pain doesn't last forever. Sometimes happiness decides to take a vacations a leave us a for a while. People come and go. Even love ends eventually. Everything changes, and now my life is going to change one more time. It feels surreal, and somehow, I still don't feel too many things about it, which is weird. I feel like I'm in denial and I still can't realize that I only have 7 days left and then everything is over, and a new beginning awaits me in Argentina. I still haven't even started packing yet because I feel like the moment you start packing is the moment where you start saying goodbye, and I want this goodbye to be a shortest as possible. I've been through it before, and I am not good at goodbyes, I feel like a little bit of me dies every time I have to say goodbyes to someone or something.

Yesterday I was talking to Isabella (my three year old sister) and I told her that I was going to go on a plane to Argentina, and she asked me if I was going to be back soon, and I didn't know what to say, because even though I am going to be back eventually, it is not going to be soon. And how can I be strong enough to tell my little sister that her big sister is not going to be back soon? How can I go through that without crying? "No one will ever understand how much it hurts" said Rihanna, and she was right. Sometimes nobody else can understand how it feels and you have to deal with it on your own.

But I made a promise to myself. I promised to be stronger, to be braver, to do it with attitude, and to deal with it. I promised to be my own savior. I am not going to rely on my family, friends, music, art, or whatever. I am going to save myself from pain. I want to be able to enjoy and let the pain go. We can't have it all, and sometimes it is hard to chose, but we need to be happy with our decisions. I still don't regret anything and I am going back full of hope and faith that this is going to be one of the best years of my life.

But before the Argentinian parties, and the joy of senior year, I have to pack, and go to that airport and say goodbye to the past 16 months. I want to leave with a smile, knowing that it was worth it. I want to take this experience as something amazing that happened to me, not as another reason to cry. I will miss everything, and this seriously became my second home, but it is time to go back and do the things I need to do, because sometimes, you gotta take a step backwards in order to take two steps forward.

So that's basically how I feel. I didn't even try to make sense with the words I wrote because there is something in me that doesn't make sense. It feels so B I T T E R S W E E T (and that's a word that I will probably use many times) and I feel far away from myself, like I don't understand anything and I am lost. It feels S U R R E A L, like it is not really happening. There are just 7 days left and I feel like that's an eternity, but it is actually one simple week.

Since I've been through this before, and since I know myself enough to know that I am not good at this, all I can say right now is... stay strong Lola. Every little thing is going to be alright.

Spanish Swag

I liked a lot of things about the Golden Globes 2012, such as the French Accents from the cast and crew of "The Artist", the dresses of Sofia Vergara and Charlice Theron, the jokes of Ricky Gervais,  and the fact that Kate Winslet won, but my favorite thing of all was the Spanish Swag of Antonio Banderas, Salma Hayek, and the beautiful Sofia Vergara. I loved the fact that they rocked their Spanish accent, and they even spoke Spanish, showing how proud they are of their nationality and their roots. And it made me feel confident and proud too, because they showed that Spanish speaking countries are not the crap of the world, and they are an example of how smart, talented, charismatic, and of course, SEXY, we can be. I have to admit that sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough, and I hate the way Americans look at Latin Americans, but these three actors inspire me to be who I am and not be ashamed of that. It doesn't matter how Americans or the rest of the world look at countries from the third world, what matters is who we really are. And damn, most of us Spanish people are beautiful, smart, talented, and all of the things I mentioned before. And Salma, Antonio, and Sofia are not the only ones; Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez, Victoria Justice, Penelope Cruz, Javier Bardem, Luisana Lopilato (Michael Buble's wife), Eva Longoria, Eva Mendez, Giselle Bundchen, Jennifer Lopez, Shakira, Zoe Zaldana, Jessica Alba, Alicia Keys, America Ferrera, and many of other famous and inspirational celebrities are also from Latin America and they also show how proud they are. I wish I could have realized about this before and just enjoy the fact that I have something special that not everybody has. And in my case I am from Latin America, but in this country there's people from all over the world who should also be proud of their culture and their roots. (Well, sadly, I don't look like most of these latin women, because Argentina is a country where 90% of the people are European, and I am pretty much Italian, but well, at least I can say I was born in a Latin country)

So right now I can say that I am glad I am Argentinian.

(Note: Just FYI, I'm not criticizing any other nationality, I love every single culture and race of this world, because they are all unique and beautiful in their own way, but I am Argentinian so I felt more than proud after watching them rocking the Spanish accent, specially because that one my biggest weakness in the past year)

Waterfall of Feelings

So this is it. I have the ticket to go back to Argentina on January 25th. It feels like a waterfall. Like thousands of emotions are coming out of nowhere. But there is no turning back, now the decision is made, and I gotta deal with it, because I made it, and I know that even though I never understood why I made it, there's a reason for it. I know that God or destiny or whatever decided to put that thought in my head, to make that decision, and to see what happens next. But what people don't understand is that just because we had the freedom of choosing, doesn't mean that it is going to be easy to pick one option and move on. Sometimes, having our own future in our hands, is way harder than letting someone else decide for you.

People can't understand how it feels either. My friends tell me that I'm being dramatic, and I am not going to talk about this with my family because they are going to think I'm just being bipolar. I always bothered everybody saying that I wanted to live in the States, and when I finally came here, I also bothered everyone saying that I was missing Argentina and that I wanted to go back. But there's something that I want to make clear: just because I'm sad about it, just because I don't see Argentina as I used to see it when I came here, does not mean that I am hesitating, or that I'm thinking about staying. No. I made my decision, and I'm going to stick to it, like I said thousands of times. But obviously any of my friends had to make a decision like this one in their lives, in fact, they have no idea what this whole experience is about, so how can I expect them to understand how I feel? I can't tell them that when you have to pick between two things that you love, just because you chose only one, doesn't mean that you are not going to miss the other one, or that you love the other one a little bit less. No. It just means that you had to be strong enough to let the other option go, and that it hurts like an open-heart surgery without anesthesia.

I'm going to back, and it is going to feel like nothing happened; like it was just a dream. And I'm going to feel as lonely as I felt when I came here, when I didn't know anybody and when I had no friends. I am not saying their lives are not interesting or whatever, but they did what every single teenager does in Argentina. Yeah, they had fun experiences with each other, but that's nowhere near compared to living almost on your own in a complete different country, with a different culture, different language, different people... And I feel like I'm going to go back and everything is going to feel empty, because the adventure is going to be over. An adventure that I am not even going to be able to describe. And I'm scared that as time goes by, this experience will start to fade away, and feel more distant in the past. And who am I going to talk to?

I became a different person in a whole new environment. Now I have to go back and face my past, the people, the places, the moments, the memories... everything that I left behind. The thing is, I am different. I am not the 15-year-old girl who had no idea about the world or about real life. I grew up in different conditions, and while everything in my life was exciting for a year and a half, on January 25th, everything is going back to normal. Everything is going to be the same. The same teachers. The same places to hang out. The same stories to tell. And the same people, because yeah, they grew up in this past year too, but like I said, in a different environment. It is impossible to compare what I went through with what my friends went through in Argentina. I was trying to talk to one of my best friends today and she was stressed out about finals (in Argentina is the end of the year), so she didn't wanna talk and said that she had enough with I don't know which subject. Yes. My friends' biggest problems are studying for a final. I wish my life was that simple too. I'm starting to think how I'm going to do to say goodbye to my sisters, to my dad, to my step-mom, to my school, to my friends, to my house, to my routine, to my teachers... and they are worried because of one exam. And that's what scares me the most: going back and feeling like I wanna punch everybody in the face because of how dramatic they can be over small stuff. But again, I can't expect them to understand. Just like I am not going to understand some other issues that they had to go through while I was here (which in fact, as far as I know, are pretty simple issues too, lucky them). So in conclusion, the problem with this whole amazing experience of going to another country for a year, is that it kinda separated me from other people. Because now I'm obviously not just Argentinian, now I can feel my American blood going through my veins (my dad is American), which I never could. Now I am not going to be the person my friends used to love, and I am also going to see them in a different perspective. Just like it is gonna happen with everything, not just the people.

I know real friendship goes through it all. I know that no matter how hard it can get, we always survive. I know that everything happens for a reason. I know that whatever is meant to be will work out perfectly. I know that nothing lasts forever, so eventually I was going to have to say goodbye to America, just like I said to Argentina once. I know that when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. And I also know that nobody can't take your experiences and memories away from you, and as long as your hold them tight, not even time; in Argentinian words would be "Nadie te quita lo bailado". So by knowing all of these things, the final thing I know is that I'm going to be just fine. It is hard to see the positive side, and when you are really sad, you don't even wanna see it because you need to take all of the pain away from you, and sometimes the only thing that the positive side does is hide the pain away, making it bigger and bigger. So even though I know there's a possitive side, maybe all I need is to let my doubts and fears go.

But there's something that I promised myself before I made my decision about staying or going back. When I came to the States, I was weak. I admit it. I was the weakest person ever, and it took me a while to put some strength together. After that, I knew I was going to have to go through the same thing again, because no matter what I chose, it was gonna be hard to give the other option up. So I said: "Next time I'll be braver. I'll be my own savior" (Adele). And I promised to myself I was not going to cry myself to sleep every night, wondering what could have happened if I picked the other choice. I promised that I was going to deal with it, and be mature, and understand that just because I cannot connect the dots right now, doesn't mean that I wont be able to do it in the future. I promised I was gonna learn from this, and remember this for the rest of my life. And that's what I will do. So I'll cry for a few minutes whenever I need to, because it is ok to fall sometimes, but I'll get back up again, and be a skyscraper like Demi Lovato, and cope with it. Enjoy every minute of these two months that I have left, and no matter how much it hurts to go back, say Hello to Argentina with my heart open. Because I can waste time complaining and being worried about everything, but the truth is that we only live once, and we don't know when this beautiful life is going to end, so why bother crying and being sad? As long as we BELIEVE, and have faith, everything is going to be alright.

At the end of the day you gotta ask yourself "Was it worth it?", and I'm sure that you are going to say "HELL YEAH", even if you cried for months, even if it was the strongest pain ever, because behind every single wound, there's a good story to tell. You get your heart broken after loving with all your soul. You break your leg after giving everything in you for a soccer game. You lose your voice after screaming for hours during a concert. You spend hours studying  for the pleasure of getting a good grade. And that's what life is about, as far as I'm concern. Every good thing brings a bad thing, just like every bad thing also brings a good thing.

January 25th

I have the ticket already. Just because I made the decision doesn't mean that it is easy to actually do it.

Proud To Take A Step Back

The end of the school year in Argentina arrived, which means I am technically not a junior anymore. In 4 months, I am going to walk through that door, knowing that it is the last first day of school ever.

Seeing pictures of the Seniors graduating and doing all of the cool things that they do in my school, make me stick to my decision of going back, and having the time of my life. Partying, enjoying life, having fun, making trouble, breaking out, being with my friends, and just being a teenager for the last year.

There are gonna be times where I am going to wonder why the hell I went back, but I'm sure that at the end, it is going to be worth it. My biggest fear about going back to Argentina is that I came to America to become true my dream of being an actress, and eventually, a director, and I feel that by going back and I making a step backwards. Like I am giving up those dreams for just a year with my friends.

But it is not just a year with my friends. It is also the memories. Memories that will stay with me forever. It is the year where I can let it all go. It is being a Senior. Enjoying school, because it will never happen again. It is going out to nightclubs every single weekend and getting completely drunk just for the hell of it. It is doing stupid things and laughing for no reason.

I need to understand that 2012 it is not the end of the world. It is just the end of a chapter in my life, and the beginning of a new one. I am dedicated to live my dreams next chapter, in the future, because there is still a lot of time ahead; I am just a kid. I need to learn how to wait, be patient, and enjoy what I have now. And life is giving me this chance of doing something that I will never regret, and that is now or never. I have my whole life to go to Europe, go to college, improve my knowledge in directing and producing, going to acting classes, moving to LA, etc etc etc. But all I have right now, is the last year of my youth. I always say I want to be forever young, but... it is stupid to say that if I never actually enjoyed being young because I always worried too much about the future, and planned to many things that never really happen.

So for the first time in my life, I am willing to dream with those normal things that are supposed to happen to teenagers. I am going to look forward to school, enjoy the annoying teachers, laugh with my friends, and just be 17 (my birthday is next March).

I am happy with the decision I made. I might be taking the easy way, I might be giving up, I might not be fighting with all I have, but I know that in the end, I am not going to regret it. And most important, why do I have to choose between my dreams and my Senior year when I can have both, one a time?

LIVE YOUR LIFE

PS: Sometimes you have to take a half step back to take two forward, just like people who run track take a few steps backwards in order to gain speed and then advance 1000 steps forward til they reach the finish line. 

Carta a la Señora Presidente de Argentina, Cristina Fernandez. Por Franco Mirolo

"Señora Presidente

Señora Presidente de casi todos los argentinos, con el respeto que usted merece, me atrevo a dirigirme a su persona para comunicarle mi indignación por su sistema de "gobierno".
Tengo tan solo 17 años, mi estimada señora. Edad suficiente para darme cuenta de los gravísimos errores de su gestión; edad suficiente para darme cuenta de su perverso sistema de gobierno; edad suficiente para darme cuenta que tanto su presidencia como la de Néstor Kirchner, que en paz descanse, son el peor cáncer de este país; edad suficiente para darme cuenta que sus ideales no buscan el diálogo, el progreso y el desarrollo, por el contrario, solo provocan un estancamiento social, discordia y diferencias.
Entre los días 8, 9 y 10 de octubre del año 2011 participé en el Modelo Regional de Naciones Unidas organizado por la Organización Argentina
de Jóvenes para las Naciones Unidas. Tuve el Honor de representar a la delegación de Argentina frente a más de 80 colegios, obteniendo dos distinciones por ser capaces de defender la postura de su gobierno y justificar lo injustificable. Luego de terminar el modelo sentí una profunda tristeza y un gran enojo por el hecho de saber que contamos con todos los recursos para ser un país desarrollado, sin embargo tenemos altos índices de pobreza, corrupción y subdesarrollo. Mi estimada, ni usted se cree los índices de su Instituto Nacional de Estadísticas y Censos, que por querer cegar a un país prohibió que cualquier ente ajeno a este publique las estadísticas reales de Argentina.
Desde chico me enseñaron a pelear por lo que quiero, a debatir con argumentos y a no callarme ante las injusticias. Es por esto Señora que me dirijo a usted para decir basta. Basta a su gobierno demagogo. Basta al malgasto que hace de los fondos de la Nación en planes sociales inútiles, que más que crear igualdad, crea vagos y alimenta el círculo vicioso de la pobreza. Basta de promulgar de Norte a Sur la distribución de las riquezas, mientras que puertas para adentro gasta miles de dólares en zapatos, para aprovechar su visita a Nueva York en la 66° apertura de la Asamblea General de Naciones Unidas.
Mis padres siempre me contaban que cuando eran chicos jugaban en la calle, yo jugaba en la calle. Hoy mi hermana no puede hacer lo mismo por la creciente inseguridad. La única forma de evitar los crímenes es con trabajo y educación. No con fútbol, milanesa, carne, LCD y conversores para "todos". Que por cierto es la mentira más grande de este país. ¿A quién quiere engañar? Eso que supuestamente es para "todos" es sólo para los "beneficiados" por un plan social, exceptuando el fútbol para todos, que igualmente es el gasto más ridículo de la historia de Argentina.

Mi querida presidente, quiero que mi país se parezca a Noruega, Suiza, Finlandia o Japón, países donde el desarrollo es verdadero, los niños no saben lo que es la pobreza y los adultos desconocen a la corrupción. No a Venezuela, Cuba o Ecuador.

Se enorgullece al hablar de Belgrano, San Martín y Sarmiento, pero déjeme decirles que si estarían vivos y vieran el decadente estado de su República, con todo el respeto, volverían a la tumba.

Señora presidente, le imploro, de una vez por todas póngase bien puestos los pantalones y comience a gobernar en serio, a gobernar para TODOS ya que le encanta usar esa frase. Le ruego apueste por el progreso, el diálogo, la paz y el desarrollo.

La corrupción.

Corrupción…palabra muy conocida últimamente. La corrupción se trata de una de las peores lacras sociales de la actualidad. Consiste en la realización de negocios en función de intercambios claramente reprobables, como es la venta de puestos públicos, el otorgamiento de impunidad, la venta de seguridad, el lavado de dinero, el encubrimiento de fraudes, el trafico de influencias, etc. Todos estos se ven a diario en este gobierno, son de público conocimiento y sin embargo el descaro es tan grande que lo continúan haciendo, como si fuera lo más normal.

De acuerdo con el índice de corrupción de Transparencia Internacional, Argentina se ubica en el puesto 105 en el año 2010, debajo de la República de Senegal y por arriba de Kazajstán. Señora, ¿Qué siente al saber que el país que dirige se compara con niveles de corrupción de estados sin estado?

Usted como militante peronista, si durante la presidencia de Raúl Alfonsín, hubiera encontrado en el baño del despacho Juan Vital Sourrouille (Ministro de Economía) una bolsa con $100.000 y US$ 31.000, ¿se hubiera quedado de brazos cruzados? ¿O hubiera exigido su correspondiente procesamiento y pena? Deseo recordarle querida Presidente que a mediados del año 2007, durante la presidencia de su marido (que en paz descanse) fue hallado en el baño, mas precisamente en el botiquín de la que fue su Ministra de Economía, Felisa Miceli, una bolsa con la suma de dinero mencionada anteriormente. Fue debidamente procesada y declarada inocente, siendo que de acuerdo al artículo 268 inciso 2 del Código Penal debería estar cumpliendo con prisión de 2 a 6 años y haber pagado una multa por el mismo monto que fue encontrado por el delito de enriquecimiento ilícito de funcionarios y empleados. Si no tenía que ocultar, si el dinero había sido ganado dignamente, ¿Por qué no existe declaración del mismo? ¿Por qué estaba dentro de una bolsa, en el botiquín del baño de su despacho? ¿Acaso había algo de por medio?
¿No es usted señora la que aboga por la libertad de expresión? Esto me trae el recuerdo del pasado Julio (2011). Su Secretario de Comercio Interior, Guillermo Moreno, prohibió la venta de Clarín en el Mercado Central de Buenos Aires. Este acto es conocido como delito contra la libertad de prensa. Según el Código Penal, en su artículo 161, el señor Moreno debería estar cumpliendo prisión de 1 a 6 meses por impedir la libre circulación de un periódico. Sin embargo actualmente lo vemos en cada una de sus actos transmitidos por Cadena Nacional formando parte de sus monigotes. ¿Acaso fue ordenado por usted, Señora Presidente, ya que considera un enemigo al grupo Clarín? Mi estimada señora, cuando el señor Moreno agredió a un militante del Pro, por este hecho, conocido como incitación a la violencia colectiva contra una persona, corresponde prisión de un mes a un año. Sin embargo, usted declaró que es un hombre que cumple con su deber ¿Con el deber de atacar a los opositores?.
Mi querida presidente, si yo la insultara en público, si yo incitara a la violencia en Plaza de Mayo, ¿seguiría en libertad? Hebe de Bonafini, fundadora de la organización Madres de Plaza de Mayo, con el respeto que no merece esta señora, debería abonar una multa de entre $15000 y $90000 o bien cumplir prisión de un mes a un año, según el artículo 110 del Código Penal, por delitos contra el Honor, debido a las injurias, calumnias e insultos que se le escuchan decir. Si por cada vez que esta señora toma el micrófono para difamar a alguien o decir palabrotas fuera obligada a pagar la multa correspondiente, la suma de dinero equivalente alcanzaría para construir suficientes escuelas en todo el país. De acuerdo al artículo 212 del Código Penal, esta señora debería estar cumpliendo también prisión de 1 mes a 1 año por incitación a la violencia. ¿Madre de Plaza de Mayo? Madre de los insultos y la violencia diría yo. ¿Está usted, Señora Presidente, haciendo cumplir lo dispuesto en el Código? No. ¿Está Bonafini presa? No. Es más, mínimo una vez a la semana podemos verla cumpliendo con su agenda de trabajo: insultar a la oposición, difamar al que se le ocurra, gritar por algún micrófono hijo de…
El ministro de Planificación, Julio De Vido, fue investigado por un supuesto hecho de corrupción por la compra directa y supuestamente irregular por pago de sobreprecio de 15 locomotoras usadas a una firma japonesa. Supongamos que sea inocente. Señora, ya hubo demasiadas acusaciones en su gestión, ¿No debería ser despedido? ¿O va a permitir que sigan ensuciando su excelente reputación?
Señora, el gobernador de mi provincia (Córdoba) sostiene que existe una deuda total de 1.178,6 millones de pesos del estado nacional con el estado provincial, que incluye 192,3 millones en concepto de construcción de viviendas; 423 millones de pesos por obras viales y otros 563,3 para la caja jubilatoria y usted no hace nada al respecto.
Mi Señora Presidente, usted estudió Derecho, usted sabe más de esto que yo. ¿Le parece justo que sus allegados tengan este trato preferencial? ¿Le parece justo que no se haga cumplir con las leyes argentinas? De acuerdo a la Real Academia Española, toda persona que comete delito es llamada delincuente. Ahora bien, ¿le parece justo que delincuentes no reciban el justo castigo? ¿O será que su ensañamiento con castigar a la dictadura militar, del cual no niego que deban ser castigados, la hizo olvidar a los delincuentes que le hacen compañía? Dime con quién andas y te diré quien eres…

La Seguridad

Como expresé anteriormente, cuando mis padres eran chicos, cuando yo era chico, podía jugar en la calle. Hoy ya ni los grandes pueden andar tranquilos en la calle. La gente anda con miedo. Miedo a sufrir un asalto. Miedo a no volver nunca más a casa. Miedo a perder a sus hijos. Miedo a ser agredido. ¿Esto es lo que su gobierno quiere, estimada señora?
Sociólogos de todo el mundo concuerdan con que la violencia no se combate con violencia. Es como combatir fuego con nafta. Solo generamos más violencia. ¡Aplausos! ¡Usted no lo hace! No combate la violencia con violencia…no lo hace con nada.
En el libro Utopía, de Tomás Moro, los habitantes de la Isla no tenían necesidad de robar, de matar ni de dañar a nadie. ¿Por qué? Todas sus necesidades estaban cubiertas, eran gente culta, con trabajo y acceso a la educación. Está científicamente comprobado que un ser humano que no tiene acceso a la educación ni al trabajo pierde paulatinamente su humanidad. Se vuelve resentido social, intolerante y violento. ¿Le suena a animales? ¿No? Pues a mi sí. Déjeme recordar que usted fue electa para gobernar la República Argentina, no el zoológico.
Estudios realizados a lo largo de todo el mundo constatan que para insertar a un hombre en la sociedad, combatir la inseguridad y la violencia es necesario tener un buen sistema educativo obligatorio y trabajo, para todos.
Mi querida señora, Argentina está próxima a semejarse a México. Droga por doquier. En los últimos años el consumo de cocaína, paco, heroína, entre otras, aumentó. Esto ocasionó directamente el aumento de la inseguridad. ¿Qué acciones toma su gobierno contra esto? Creo que ninguna mi Presidente. No tiene bien controladas las fronteras por falta de radares, haciendo que muchos lugares del territorio de la Nación sean tierra de nadie donde los narcotraficantes actúan libremente.
La trata de personas, la violencia sexual y los secuestros están aumentando. ¿Cómo es posible que no se haga nada con los prostíbulos? ¿Será que le son rentables al gobierno? ¿Cómo es posible que la burocracia del sistema policial y de gendarmería sea tan grande qué cuando se debe actuar de inmediato, no se hace? ¿Será que les conviene?

Señora, deseo que me conteste como mujer, como madre y como hija, más que como jefa de estado. ¿Cuántos casos Candela debemos tener? ¿Cuántas Soledad tienen que desaparecer? ¿Cuántas madres deben perder a sus hijos? ¿Cuántas familias deben ser destrozadas? Por el amor de Dios, si tiene corazón, haga algo.

Los Planes Sociales y el Desarrollo

Fútbol para todos, milanesas para todos, carne para todos, conversores para todos y LCD para todos, plan jefes y jefas, asignación universal por hijo. ¿No se le ocurrió acaso Desarrollo para Todos? ¿Trabajo para todos? ¿Educación para todos?
En su inocencia, señora Presidente, pensó que estaba beneficiando al pueblo, que le hacia un favor. Déjeme decirle, con todo el respeto, que estaba equivocada.
Para combatir la pobreza, el hambre y el subdesarrollo es necesario trabajo para todos, educación para todos. Debe ser obligatorio. Debe fomentar la cultura al trabajo, no la vagancia.
Un plan social genera vagancia, dependencia y alimenta el círculo vicioso de la pobreza. Señora Presidente, si un niño desde pequeño observa que ni su padre ni su madre trabajan y reciben todo del estado, ese niño al crecer ni siquiera sabrá lo que es el trabajo. Usted señora está fomentando eso. Está dejando de lado la cultura de trabajo y fomentando la “cultura” de la vagancia.
El plan asignación universal por hijo se está distorsionando y convirtiendo en una fuente de ingreso, no de ayuda. Madres deciden tener hijos, como quién tiene mascotas, sólo para recibir mayor cantidad de subsidios por parte del estado.
Fútbol, conversores y LCD para todos, con todo el respeto, son las decisiones de gobierno más ridículas que he visto. Dirían los historiadores, pan y circo.
Señora Presidente, ¿Por qué no gasta los recursos en obras públicas que generan muchísimos puestos de trabajo? ¿Por qué no invierte en educación? ¿Por qué no invierte en seguridad? ¿Será que le conviene tener incultos en su País? ¿Será que los entretiene con fútbol para distraerlos de su gobierno macabro? Defienda la democracia y deje de comprar votos"

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No conosco a la persona que escribió esto, y encontre la nota de casualidad en Facebook, porque una chica habia puesto "me gusta". Entre de casualidad y aunque era largo, me dedique el tiempo a leerla, y termine con ganas de aplaudir y alabar al escritor de semejante verdad. Leyendo los comentarios vi que el dijo que la había mandando a varios medios de comunicación, algo que me parece excelente, porque no solo la presidenta es quien necesita leer esto, sino  también el 50% de los Argentinos que la votaron, al igual que el otro 50% que la odia, pero no sabe porque.

Vivir en otro país me hace poder ver otra realidad, y esto es suficiente para ver el grado de decadencia que tiene Argentina, algo que me duele mucho, porque es mi país, y no me gusta verlo así. Con una cultura tan linda, una historia tan original, y un acento que nos identifica en todo el mundo, es una pena que nos de vergüenza decir que somos Argentinos, debido al sistema de gobierno tan corrupto que tenemos, a la pobreza, a la delincuencia, a la falta de salud, a la falta de trabajo, y especialmente, a la ignorancia.

Yo no odio a Cristina Fernandez, ni tampoco la amo. Reconozco sus virtudes y las cosas buenas que hizo, pero al mismo tiempo puedo ver los errores que cometió y sigue cometiendo. Me tome el tiempo de estudiar su gobierno, y el gobierno que tuvo su ex marido, Nestor Kirchner, y al final del día, tampoco pienso que son moustros, pero si pienso que Argentina necesita algo más fuerte en este momento para salir adelante. Nos quejamos de la dictadura militar, pero nos comportamos como animales sin disciplina, algo que se puede ver no solo en el gobierno, sino en los medios, en los colegios, en los hospitales, en lugares públicos; en la sociedad en sí. Esto muestra que el problema no está solo en lo que hace o lo que no hace nuestra querida Presidenta, sino también en lo que hacemos o no hacemos los Argentinos. Porque como sociedad somos un desastre (comparado con los países desarrollados del mundo). Nosotros no queremos crecer como país, queremos crecer como individuos, sin tener en cuenta que para poder ser grandes, tenemos que trabajar en equipo. Cuando podemos zafarnos de unos impuestos, no los pagamos. Cuando podemos tirar un papel a la calle sin que nadie nos vea, lo tiramos. Nos quejamos de todo, no aceptamos nada. No queremos cambiar tampoco. Pasamos el tiempo quejandonos de nuestra presidenta, mientras que lamentablemente la corrupción de Argentina nece en la sociedad. Nos criamos con una mentalidad corrupta, que luego llega al gobierno, y se duplica.

Por eso cambiemos. Empecemos por nosotros mismos. Pero para llegar lejos, necesitamos que Cristina Fernandez se de cuenta que es ella la que tiene que promover el cambio. Es ella la que tiene que crear las reglas y leyes necesarias para que este "zoologico" que hicimos, pueda volver a ser un país digno. Como dice la carta, tenemos todos los recursos necesarios para estar primeros, paro llegar a la altura de países de Europa, o de América de Norte. Los Argentinos siempre decimos que somos "Europeos", debido a que alrededor de 86% de la población del país tiene descendencia Italiana, Española, o Alemana. ¿Ustedes saben lo que nos falta para llegar al nivel de maduración social que tienen ellos? Tenemos que dejar de preocuparnos por ser los mejores en el fútbol, y empezar a pensar como tener mejor educación, salud, seguridad, y economía. Mostremos que no necesitamos a Videla para que venga a poner control, que no necesitamos violencia para aprender a comportarnos, que no necesitamos amenazas para darnos cuenta de lo que está bien y de lo que está mal. Solo necesitamos mostrar más amor por nuestro país, un poquito más de patriotismo, y necesitamos abrir los ojos, y darnos cuenta de que somos nosotros mismos los que de a poco vamos arruinando el país.

Por eso espero que esta carta escrita por Franco Mirolo llegue a los medios mas importantes, a los gobiernos provinciales, al gobierno nacional, a cada ciudad, a cada pueblo, a cada casa, y principalmente, a la conciencia y al corazón de cada Argentino.

Why I am Going Back To Argentina

Ya tuve mi PRIMER ultimo dia de clases, ya organice la cena, el viaje a bariloche y los colores de mi campera. Ya hice la bandera, Y ya grite CON TODAS MIS FUERZAS EN LA PRESENTACION. Ya hice quilombos con mi curso, ya fui a TELEMANIAS,ya hice el campamento, Ya organice atentados contra los profesores, y ya me escondi con todo mi curso para evitar alguna hora de clase. Ya me rei, ya festeje y ya conte los dias que faltan para B a r i l o c h e . No lo voy a negar, nunca tuve tantas ganas de volver a cursar un año en el secundario. Sexto año es puro festejo, descontrol y de sentimientos a flor de piel. Levantarse con tantas ganas de ir al colegio, solo por que ya sabias lo bien que la ibas a pasar con todo tu curso. Son cosas que pasan una sola vez en la vida, y que hay que disfrutarlas desde que empieza hasta que termina, Por eso ahora mas que nunca que solo queda un mes para compartir en esa aula, con esas personas y esos profesores, voy a disfrutar y llorar de alegria cada segundo que me resta y empezar a grabar en mi memoria recuerdos que aunque querramos o no, VAN A QUEDAR SIEMPRE EN LO MAS PROFUNDO DEL CORAZÓN . Ame estar en sexto año, y volveria el tiempo atras para volver a estar con las mismas personas y pasar las mismas cosas, POR QUE DE ESTE AÑO estoy seguro que no me arrepiento de NADA - Promoción 2012 -

Argentina 4-1 Chile

GRACIAS HERMOSOS, GRAAAAAAAAAACIAS.

I need this right now...

Life's A Climb... But The View Is Great

September, 21st. Better known as the last day of summer in the US. But waaaaay better known as the beginning of spring in Argentina (and the south hemisphere).

Exactly one year ago I was just moving to America, and I was going through the hardest time ever. The beginning of the spring in Argentina was the worst: my friends were over there, finishing the school year, partying every weekend, going to the pool, and hanging out all the time. And I was here, missing everybody, crying everyday, without friends, not getting used to the school, and freezing. Knowing that I could had been there with my friends having the time of my life was killing me...

The spring came here, and time went by... and I started to get used to America and to miss Argentina a little bit less every month. Eventually I got used to my new home, and then summer came. Everything was cool. But now spring arrived to Argentina like every September, 21st. And of course, the fall came to New Jersey. I was expecting to get some kind of crisis and freak out and cry and all of those things that happened to me last year.

My friends were all partying together, they didn't have school, they went to a night club, they were drunk, they were just enjoying life, and I was here. They were all saying "you should be here!" and that's when I realized that I didn't wanna be there. Surprisingly I was happy here: YES, in school. YES, nervous about a presentation for history. YES, the fall was coming. YES, I'm not partying. YES, I know I don't have as many friends as I had back there. But yesterday, while I was jogging around my neighborhood, I realized that I am happy the way I am.

I'm starting to feel like I grew apart from my friends and from everything that they are used to do. While the most exciting thing they have over there is to go to nightclubs, I am here living a life time experience. They have no idea what's going on outside their world, and they think that hanging out with friends is everything that this life has to offer. And I used to be like that, that's why I cried for months when I came here.

Today I am proud of myself. I almost gave up back on November, and something told me I had to stay. I almost decided to go back on July, and something again told me I had to stay. Now I'm happy, and I look back and I see everything that I have accomplished in this past year. It was hard and it was frustrating in some situations. But today I'm glad to say that I am happy, despite all of the things that I am constantly complaining about.

I sacrificed a million things, a million other adventures, for just one experience. And believe me, it feels awesome to see how far I have come. Now I finally realize that all of those parties and afternoons with my friends were not even as good as what I experienced here.

What I want to tell to everybody that is reading is that... sometimes we wanna give up, sometimes things are so hard that we just cannot keep fighting. I went through the darkest of times last year, I used to cry every night holding an Argentinian shirt. But no matter how much I wanted to go back, I kept on walking, I did not stop. And here I am, happy and glad I did that.

This is one of those moments where I listen to "The Climb", and I understand that feeling, because even though I am not on the top yet, the view is starting to get pretty good.

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Bariloche ???

In Argentina, at the end of senior year, the whole class travels to a city in the south called Bariloche. It's a tradition, and every single school of every single city does that. You are supposed to go there to have fun with your friends from school before you go to college. You basically go to nightclubs every night, get drunk, meet people, and just do stuff that young adults do. But besides all of the fun and crazy parties, it's about saying goodbye to high school, saying goodbye to your inner kid and getting ready to be an adult. It's like the perfect ending to 12 years of school with your friends. That's one of the reasons why I wanted to go back to Argentina: to spend my senior year with all of my friends, and to go to Bariloche.

The thing is... when I think about it, I'm giving up a lot of things just for that trip. I mean, I'm moving to Argentina, I'm leaving America. And sometimes I realize that even if I love all of my friends, I know that 2 years after school I won't even talk to them anymore. Reality is that real friends are less than 10, so do I really wanna leave everything for that experience? At the same time, one of my best friends told me that she is not going because she prefers to travel somewhere else. And now, my other best friend told me that she is researching about going to Europe for a month for the same price of Bariloche. Europe is my dream. And I know this might sound weird, but a trip with my bff is 10 times better than a trip with 40 people that I'm probably never gonna see again after school or after college.

So I don't know what I'm gonna do.

On the other hand, I'm starting to realize that the whole idea of senior year with my friends sounds amazing, but I don't know if it's gonna be thaaaaat awesome in real life. And I'm leaving too many things for it. I'm not just leaving a country, but I'm leaving the chances of doing everything that I couldn't do since I got here. So I gotta admit that I'm going through a confusing time right now. My biggest fear is to regret going back, or to regret staying here. I would love to just go to the future and see what's best. But I obviously cannot do that.

So anyway, I don't know what I'm gonna do in Bariloche, and if I don't go, fate might bring me something even better: Europe.