Sunday, October 29, 2006

Hey I got the whole summary of the Halloween party! Ms. Turner, the Old lady, exotics birds and of course Wolverine. I am so freaking happy that you had a good time!!! I was dressed as bored little tart and I stayed home and I didn't even drink!!! what is happening to me? this is the result of living with 30 years olds they are sooo boring. They even say that sleeping s the new sex...do I need to say more? and yeesss I love sleeping but after...aaahhhhh I know waaayyy too much info, sorry guys.

Even when I didn't dress as a witch, today I had my piece of happiness, first I realized I got one more hour to sleep, yeeee!!! upps I just contradicted myself. And in my own little world I am going crazy thinking that is only one month left to be back and I am trying to do all the things I haven’t done in the last months in my work plus visiting the last things I haven’t seen.

I love London!!! Still... and I have survived!!! I took my guide foldors 2006 and I decided to go pay a visit to our dream man Karl Marx, he is buried in the Highgate Cementery http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Highgate_Cemetery among some others famous scientists, artist, communist, celebrities (famous for being famous) and philosophers. My cousin Dee and I were planning to go and fuck the grave, yeee!!! don´t get me wrong, the plan was to go and actually make hot sweet love to the grave, wouldn’t that be fantastic!!! A totally new sexual pervertion, upps I haven’t checked if somebody has already done it… Such a shame we didn’t have the time.




Anyway the place is located in the Northwest of London, a whole trip for me to go there ‘cause I live in the south south east, it took me forever and ever to get to what is called Highgate Town, but totally worth it, great place nice atmosphere with little cafes and bookstores and a beautiful park called Waterlow Park.


To find the Cemetery was an adventure I walked and walked and everybody was giving me the wrong directions or I didn’t quite understand. After an hour seriously, I was about to go when I realized that the Cemetery was next door to the park. I was walking and taking pics when I see this guy small thick New Yorker accent, I thought wait a min. That is Woody Allen!!!!, noooooo it can’t be.... yeeeeeeee he is!!!! so I took a picture of him from behind, I was totally harassing him with my looks, he was discussing something with his pal and of course he didn’t want to be bothered so I accelerated my pace and said hi, just hi he turned and said hi back.

I am sooo happy!!!

Friday, October 27, 2006


Friday, Halloween weekend… you there me here, sucks big time!!! Kids screaming outside, two of my most reliable contacts in msn gone for the weekend, my rommie cleaning, her mom doesn’t stop to talk to me, what else? Well I got Pringles, and a bottle of red wine…I´ll watch Troy in my macbo Eric Bana I LOVE YOU!!!!

Giuys have fun… all the fun I won’t have today…

Saturday, October 21, 2006


Yesterday I didn’t go to the school I worked (I did nothing) from home. Thursday I had no power in the lab, so I thought I am going to go to my former cubicle to work there. The funny thing is that I voluntarily gave up that desk, because they gave me a space in the lab. In a nice gesture I moved and I left the desk free for somebody to use.

With no power, I thought I am going to go upstairs and work there, since nobody was there… I mean no a single soul. I was there all installed with papers, snacks, computer, bags, and then all of the sudden.... HER... OMG!!! She doesn’t like me at all, and it is no my imagination, it is a fact. She is part of the staff.

When I first came here I had to ask her help for my ID, my desk, Internet and blah blah blah!!! It has been a nightmare ´cause, she can not pass the fact I am not a full-time registered, all legal and legitimate UCL student, in her eyes I am a opportunist that has come to use the facilities for free, facilities without phone, wireless, and now energy.

Since day one she was open about not liking me, when I asked her for my ID, she mentioned that we need to wait for a week ´cause according to her only Thursdays the ID office was opened. I waited for a whole week, got in time to her office and she dared to tell me to wait for another week ´cause she was busy. Good thing is that I asked her for my paperwork in order to get my ID and I went by myself that same day and I found out that IDs could be made any day and I didn´t need her to get it at all!!!!! Why Why Why????

Anger and been a Bee.T.C.H. sometimes doesn’t work in my favor… hahaha when I went to ask her about internet connection, she said that I need to pay for that, since I am not a UCL student. I was furious ´cause the project is paying for me to be there and use what I need to do my job. I raised my voice and told her. Excuse me!!! I have the right to use the Internet and I need it, how I suppose to do my job?!!! And she was, in a heavy heavy Eastern European accent: - You are not a UCL student you don’t pay fees and I have no money for your Internet connection. What the hell is she talking about? Connecting a computer to the net doesn’t cost a single penny; does she think I am stupid? I was even angrier. I said: - My adviser is going to get in touch with you regarding this issue, Good afternoon!!!. Hahaha it sounded like, - My lawyer is going to call you soon….

It has been one thing after the other. It has gotten to the point that she has mentioned that she is going to make sure I won’t use the facilities. After being super stressed and ask my adviser to stand up for me soooo many times it has become funny. The other afternoon I was using the communal coffee machine, and unfortunately I have to pass in front of her office she saw me and went to talk to another secretary and she made sure I hear her saying: We can not allow people who are not registered to use the facilities = the coffee machine hahahaha.



So Thursday, I was there behind a cabinet using a desk (cubicle), to be full heart paranoid, she wouldn’t know that I was there unless somebody told her, anyway she went upstairs to remind me, do you guess what? Yes yes I am not a UCL student and I couldn’t be there, when since the beginning I gave up my space. She said that she has a huge queue of people waiting for that space, in the best sarcastic movement I moved my head over her side pretending to look for the queue of people waiting, pretending that I didn’t quite understand what exactly she meant, It was brilliant!!! Superb!!! In a very sweet tone I gave her my apologies, told her I have no power in the lab, and that I thought it would be no problem to work a few hours there since there was NOBODY there.

I am such a egomaniac I kind a like the attention she is paying to me…Ivan you are totally right I am addicted to rejection.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

I have my macbo back!!! The affair continues, I love her and she doesn’t love me that much, but it is the destiny of love, one (of the two or more involved) always ends up loving more than the other(s).

The guy who gave my computer back had a beautiful New Yorker accent, one of those nasal ones, it is hard to admit, but among all the great British accents this one sounded familiar, after all the aggravation in British accent, was great to get back the computer in a familiar accent.

I have been obsessed with archeology, especially I want to learn how people use and misuse space. For instance, I have been observing in the buses where people sit, and it is incredible what you can tell. Older people stay in down, when kids and adolescents go up, it is very unlikely to see a kid downstairs and vice versa. Kids and teens can be naughty upstairs and old people are not being bothered downstairs. I need to tell you what happened to me Sunday in the bus, but later.

My flatmate is out of town, she went on holyday to Greece, for a week, so I thought wonderful the place for myself aaaahhhhh!!!!!, no more mysophobia. I had almost all the plates and pans dirty in the sink, I was wearing only my bath robe, I had wax in my face
and mayonnaise in my hair, I am not kidding!!! It is wonderful for hair. When I saw cool mom all dressed up coming to the house.

She said hello trying to keep her coolness, she said…Darling are you staying here today? I said: - Well, I am planning to go to the Tate Museum. - Ok I keep you food…I was…ok thanks, then she said I have friends over and they are coming in ten…Are you f*** kidding me? – No.

After running like lunatics, I close the bathroom door behind me and then the guest were there, horrible horrible!!!!

I went to the St Paul’s Cathedral and I don’t know how I managed to get there just a few minutes before the concert. The Chorus was amazing!! And it was free!!!

It was passed 5 and I was not sure if the Tate Museum, would be open, I walked the Millennium Bridge, which connects the Cathedral with the Tate, the river was more beautiful than ever…bunch of tourist taking pictures and not even seeing the beauty before their eyes. To my surprise Tate was open and I was decided to get on the gigantic slides by Carsten Höller they go from the top floor to the basement, I am embarrassed to say that my batophobia won big time, so embarrassing I tried and I simply couldn’t. They were beautiful and everybody was having fun, but boring bee!!! I don't know how I can fly when I can not stand heights.

Ok... last thing…Coming back at night I was ridding the bus, in the top floor, only a guy and myself were there. He was coming from some kind of a training wearing shorts and sneakers. I close my eyes to listen the music in my mp3 player, but I felt that something was not quite ok…To my big surprise my friend was touching his friend!!! There!!! He was using his sport bag to cover himself. Many people would feel outraged and deeply offended by this. I didn’t...after all it is only a penis, and a guy who is coward enough to masturbate in public, of course doesn't have the courage to do anything else. I felt really sorry for him. I didn’t move… my stop was close. I didn’t move not because I was enjoying the whole thing, in a motherly impulse I wanted to save him the embarrassment. I rang the bell, without seeing him got off the bus.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Sincerely, I don’t know what is going on…I am flattered you know…yesterday in the queue (recently acquired word) in the apple store. I was interested about why people were there so I started to ask them. The guy behind me had a macbo, he was blonde blue eyed and he had a lot of gel in his hair, well we started talking about our sick babies, such a weirdos, really talking like parents taking the baby to the doctor: - Well…mine does this and that...- no kidding mine does that too plus this and that. We exchanged anecdotes and little cute stories… we sighed at the end.

I told him my sad story about sending my macbo get it back and still no working, his eyes were wide open, he took his cell (here called mobile) and he started to talk in german…the store is under improvement so we had to stand the dust and the noise, he was practically screaming.

They called my name, I was helped by one of the geniuses and left my poor baby with them, the german decided not to leave his baby because he found out that it would be quicker to send it to Germany!!!!!!! Incredible…We left the store at the same time and all of the sudden he asked me…Have you had lunch already? I was all blushed I didn’t answer, he continued maybe a quick beer? Very politely I refused his invitation and left…Still blushed…

Later that day I went to LIDL a super cheap place, but let me tell you the background story. When Carlos (better known as ½ Farlos) was here, one day I stopped really quick to Lidl and he waited for me outside, he hates stores, the cashier was really nice and he asked me: - do you live around here? I said yes. Second question: -Do you have a man? I couldn’t resist and I told him…- Do you think a woman like me would be alone? He laughed so hard out of my lack of modesty, he never expected that…I walked out and took Carlos’ hand.

Yesterday, as I was saying I popped into the same store and there he was, he was extra nice and he didn’t remembered me, and he made the same questions, and I was man!!!! We had this conversation already, we both laughed and I left.

I was not wearing anything special, I had my hair up, little make up, nothing nothing special. However at the end of the day I felt special.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

My macbo… my macbooo I have never been so attached to a thing as I am to my macbo, I swear that we are in a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship, she (because is a she, has to be, those mood swings can not be other than XX) brakes I cry, she again crashes I cry and I still love her as the first day, even more!!!!.

It is so unfortunate that from all the people I know I am the only one who have ever had problems with an apple, bad luck! Double bad luck! ‘cause I sent her for repair I got it back and still not working.

The thing is the have had two main complaints about macbooks 1) the plastic they are made of gets stained in no time, and people are getting freak out about having their computers dirty, and actually they are really difficult to clean, so Apple has offered to replace all the stained bodies for new clean ones. 2) the Heatsink, the thing that protects the computer from getting overheated = fried, has been found very defective and the machine keeps shutting down without a warning. The second thing is what has been happening to mine.

I sent her and I got it back 10 days later with a killer new and clean body. I am sucha a loser thinking how nice of them to replace the really stained and horrible looking body. Well have you guessed already? They didn’t even look at my case they thought eeewww look at this filthy thing!!! and they just change the stained parts.

I got the machine back and first day, again shuts down!!! I have been in the edge of a nervous breakdown, crying in public, being a REAL Bee.I.T.C.H on the phone, to the point of they have promise me an ipod for all my pain and suffering…

Today I took it to the store…After I begged to the girl to help me, man!!! England has no tradition on Costumer Service, they are the worst in the world, they make things 10 times more difficult.

In order to have your machine taken for repair you have to either call Apple, 40 min on the phone and £10 poorer you might be lucky to get a box sent by delivery…or make an online appointment for the Genius Bar at the store (duuhhhh!!! Genius!!! My machine is dead, how I suppose to make an online appointment?) The other option is to be at the time the store opens and run for your life and get to the service desk as fast as you can to get an appointment.

I was shaking when they told yesterday they couldn’t take my macbo because I didn’t have an appointment which according to the person on the phone I had. I was pale, I was not breathing, I could feel the blood going down to my feet I swear to God!!! That was the moment I begged for help...She don't know how made an appointment for me and called me at 9 PM to tell me the time, wow!!! for people like her this world hasn't exploted yet...Finally they took it…Out of the whole situation I got really held back in my work, I got a killer clean machine, hopefully working and an ipod nano…I am making a poll on which color should I pick?

Sunday, October 08, 2006

- Excuse me, where is Abbey Road? (Very heavy British accent) Three blocks down… We walked so decided and we finally got there, the most famous zebra crossing in the World. We thought that due on this place’s fame the street would be close or something and OMG!!! Not at all, the street is super transited, so in order to take the so desired picture you practically have to manage to skip the cars and obviously ask somebody to take the picture for you.

1/2 Farlos was the best just check him out!



Yesterday I went to the Dover Castle, with my Mexican friends and Nari a super sweet South African girl. It was a pain getting out of London, we drove!! I mean Rey rented a car, Nari was in the passenger side following the map, we got horribly lost. Nari was fasting, got frustrated and passed me the map, that was scary…Anyway Rey knew already what to do so I didn’t do much, we drove for like an hour or so and then we were already in Dover.

The castle is incredible never in my whole life have been in a castle before, I was super excited, poor Nari couldn’t cope with the fasting and she decided to break it I went with her to the castle's cafeteria and we bought scones and jam, afterwards we were ready to conquer Dover.

What I can say is Henry VIII had the most beautiful bedroom
ever red velvet curtains and a lot of pretty covers, he had also a lot of women… From Dover you can see the coast of France in a clear day. Dover Castle has been used since the medieval times and was really important during the World War II, it has a series of tunnels and even an underground hospital. The tour through the tunnels is set as an amusement park with special lighting, with many of the original artifacts and sound recordings.

We stopped in the store, of course! we bought post cards, I was tempted to buy jam, they make delicious jams with natural fruit, they we a little pricey for the quantity and I got out of there with a pretty towel, postcards and an eraser.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

I am working working working, I love it!!! I feel like a productive and valuable person, I even have lunch breaks and the whole thing. Did I mention that the British Museum is only two blocks from the Anthro Dept? Well, it is and during my lunch time I went to check the new exhibition. It is called “Power and Taboo” and it is the BM collection on the Pacific Islands.

It blew my mind, man!!! Those Maoris love their bodies, all covered in intricate tattoos, they also love hair, heads and of course penises, all the male statues have prominent masculine organs.

I read that women with high hierarchy had several prime husbands even secondary husbands, oohhhh ancient wisdom!!! (Sighing)

The sculptures were so magnificent, so delicate and complex that I stayed there daydreaming for hours, until something surrealist happened. A group of people came into the room three men and one woman, all of them talking in Spanish and I am embarrassed to say Mexican Spanish, the guy who looked the boss was telling them all what the artefacts were about, so loudly that I wanted to shut them off and then run out of there.

Observing them I realized that the boss, worth to say, wearing a horrible coat, (so over the top) fur for a man, where are we? Russia?, and the ugly woman were married and the other two were their bodyguards!!!! OMG!!! So horrible!!!.

Thanks God they left the room quickly and then I went back to my elevated state, most of the female statues were abstract ooohhh I am telling you…ancient wisdom (sighing) yes… males are represented in a naturist way women literally are impossible to represent.

I left the room flying 20 cm above the floor and then I decided to go to the Roman and Greek section, I was laughing so hard, after seeing all those statues with huge male attributes, all the Greek male statues have lost their penises oohhhhh bless!!! None of them have been lucky, sometimes I believe there is justice in this world...hahaha only sometimes…

What is going on in this country? They are planning to ban the Muslim ghettos, half of the population in London is Muslim, for God sakes!!! Maybe I need to read more about Whiteness, Enoch where are you?

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Heeyyyy I am back, I don’t know how, but I am back!!!! Gosh!!! My life for the last month has been up and down up and down down up and down down down, trouble here, trouble there. Academic gossip we are not free of it and goes like I don’t know who said don’t know what and somebody adds more and more…but now I believe is over.

I am not going to tell you, because it is so boriinnggg and sooo whiiiitteeeee (from that widely commented concept of whiteness, that I still don't understand) that I am not going to occupy my time in that. Good things are I am wearing all kinds of different tights from fishnets to the ones with colourful prints. ½ Farlos is going crazy over them.

Shanti finally got married, yeeeee!!!!! The wedding was nice, small and simple only 20 guests. We drank and ate, drank and drank ½ Farlos was wearing a suit and a tie!!!!!! Can you picture him? He looked lovely as the British might say and of course his pony tail, he looked actually really nice, he just missed the half Mohawk and he could pass for one of the junior executives who travel in the train (don’t tell him, it was too much to ask him to wear a suit) I was wearing a vintage dress line A sleeveless, huge and I mean it HUGE earings and I swear to God I looked everywhere for somebody to make me a beehive, no luck!! blehhhh

We make friends with the guests and we found a sofa in the corner to cuddle, apparently, we were the gossip of the party, ‘cause Shinny told me about it, Mariah told me about it, cool mom told me about it and even Shanti sent me a txt telling me about it…Man!!! It seems they haven’t seen anybody to get snugly lately.

We drank pink wine!!!! It was not much to choose from and I was quite happy, I knew I was drunk when I started telling Shanti how much I love her…and ½ Farlos was helping me to stand up straight, again the day after EVERYBODY was commenting on how drunk I got.

The wedding was at 1:30 pm and we were home at 6:30 I slept from that time to the next day…I woke up at 8:30 am ½ Farlos was worried about me he was planning to call the ambulance. He watched TV with sweet boyfriend had coffee had dinner when he got to bed I was in such a state that he thought I was in coma or something like it.

Shanti's husband has the driest humor ever I love him!!! We had fun and I slept a lot.

Cheers...