The one about food - My food related story

I can't say i've always gave much importance to food, but the older i became the more i cared for it and most importantly the psicological things related to food. How people see food, how I see food and just things, you know. So I figured, as long as this post might turn out to be, that I would share with you my food story which covers my whole life cuz of course you need food your whole life.. So here we go..

This goes back, way back, to when I was a baby back..yep. When I was only 7 months old i got pretty ill, I got neumonia. I had to be hospitalized and the doctors were pretty unsure that I would make it out of it alive. But, little me decided to stick around, so I did. The illness left me pretty damn underweight (I was already a small baby, my mom told me) plus with future asthma issues I had to deal with till i hit puberty and still appear in occasion =/. Also for some reason, after being ill i became a picky eater baby, my mom tried every baby recipe and i was a pain to feed lol i refused all foods BUT bananas. So she talked to my doctor and he gave her the ok to feed me just bananas like i was a monkey so i would at least eat something and then little by little introduce other food (i guess yellow foods so i would believe it was bananas? lol no idea). So there is that, I've always been a very active kid and my metabolism made it such that I always ate whatever my parents gave me and still i was always a stick. 

During childhood/primary school my parents weren't on a very good economic situation so sometimes I would stay over at my grandparents for dinner (this is kind of sad and personal to share, i didn't think i would but.. it's part of my life so) and then the trend began.. 

little me at around 7

For a period of time it was soy, soy was cheap at the time so my parents would buy a lot of soy beans and make burgers or whatever with it so it was like soy and whatever all month straight, same with pizza when my mom figured out she could make 5 pizzas with only a box of flour LOL and same with pasta when my mom was given a pasta maker and figured you can make a shitload of pasta with just one box of flour and a couple of eggs. So our diet got diverse but was mainly based on whatever was economically convinient.  Also at a point we were renting a place that had a small shop-like room at the front yard so my parents made it into a fruits and vegetables business.. That's when i got my first hand of selling things, i used to help with the clients when i was about 8 and I would love to sneak on my t-shirt just one fruit of every kind they had, the sweeter the better, and eat that at nap time =). Still I was a stick, I've been a stick pretty much always. At age 8 I also started ballet and I was on the skinnier side of them all. My mom took me to the doctor a couple of times because i was underweight until they just realized i ate normally but just was active or had a great metabolism so they stopped worrying, as long as i didnt skip meals or anything, i was healthy. 

me at my 15th bday party

Then highschool started, I went to a highschool that had the regular subjects in the morning and the ballet school in the afternoon (it had a dance teaching degree). Highschool was 1 hour away from home by bus so I would take the bus and go, my mom bought me a HUGE and ABSOLUTELY NOT FASHIONABLE lunch thingy that kept my lunch warm (it was also hella heavy ¬¬) and it helped cuz that way I would always eat what now i can see was a pretty big, imponent, mostly carb based, lunch. Which was kinda great cuz it meant not expending money, not eating junk, homemade mom's food + it worked great with the fact that after lunch i had between 1 and 3 dance classes each day. So i was in shape, but, being that I was always a stick I was embarrased of how I looked when I wasn't on dancing clothes. Some people at school started picking on me for being too skinny, and other dancers talked behind my back creating rumors of me being anorexic eventhough i ate without any issue, just based on the fact that i was "too skinny to not be anorexic" . That was very tramautic for me and even when i didn't know any girl with an eating disorder yet, it made me feel bad for them and empathize with them already, because i was labeled as having an eating disorder too, by people that didn't even know me or talked to me. But yea, I ate my mom's food and if i snacked on whatever candy bar, i didn't care about what a calorie was or what was in food cuz i thought "hey! i could use some weight so the fattiest the better" but i guess i didn't snack enough cuz i never put on significant weight. I was the latest of my friends to kiss a boy or be one of those "holding hands" type of bf & gf, simply cuz i was introverted and according to male friends "too skinny" as in too skinny for boys to like me like that. Oh well that made me pretty sad but i focused on dancing and good grades. About when I was 15 or 16 I made a friend who ended up confessing she had bulimia, it just didn't fit in my head. I found it something too gross to do to yourself, I do still but I guess at that time i was way more impressed by it. Highschool ended. 

I decided I needed a bigger town to pursue my dance dreams so I moved to the Capital (Buenos Aires) with my grandma, who was living here alone. I took classes with a teacher that was recommended to me,she trained the dancers of the most prestigious school in the country, school I was attempting to get into. And this is where my whole "eating disorders vs ballet dancers" view did like WHOOOOOO. Until then, I knew people said most dancers had eating disorders, but being that i honestly only met 1 person with a food issue in my whole -until then - dancer career, I thought it was just one of those things people say.. you know, without knowing what the fuck they're talking about. 

Then I did a workshop at this school i wanted to enter. The teacher was an old very prestigius russian woman. There was a girl that was so skinny and letargic i thought her legs would break, or she would faint. Her skin was yellow, it was scary really. And then the teacher used her to show an exercise, the girl had good technique, and the teacher said at the end of the exercise "see, this is how a dancer should look like". I'll never forget that. It was eye opening and yea all sorts of mixed feelings. I was 18 by then and i was very strong on the thought that one needs fuel to dance. My teacher in my hometown taught us all well on that, he compared us with athletes and told us we should eat like an athlete and I believed it strongly (Even if i would eat my mom's food without caring what was in it), but that just shocked me. Most of the girls in the class where 14-17. I was the oldest one, so I thought "oh then it's not something people say, of course if your dance teacher says something like this when you're at a vulnerable age and being a prima ballerina is your biggest dream, of course you'll do anything to get it. Even not eat" It shocked me and it made me happy that eventhough i ended up not getting into that school that I went there at an older age where I wouldn't be so vulnerable and possibly manipulated, that i could think for myself to know better, that's where I sort of developed this idea of me being Strong in the sense that I wouldn't let anything or anybody play with my head, that i had a strong character/temper/mind/principles.. something. Still, I shared around a year with these girls (they were in school and i was just training for the admission so i shared classes with them) and they wouldn't socialize with me much cuz everyone kept to themselves, but the ones that were friends or shared a dorm you could hear them talk about just basically ludacris things like having a carrot for lunch. I dunno I turned off my ears at a point. They didn't want to be healthy, they wanted to do whatever to make it to the top and they wouldnt let me in the conversation so i would just hear and just i dunno, a big "how could someone do that to him/herself??" sign popped in my head everytime. The teacher that was training me to enter this school, told me right upfront that she could train me but just by looking at me she knew I didn't have the body to make it. I was suddenly on the "heavier" side of the ballerinas, because my legs were too big a.k.a too muscular. So I would have to be exceptionally good to get in, just good wouldn't cut it because i didnt have their desired body.  I was 49kgs, 1.60cms tall (that's 5'2'') and 108lbs. I still saw myself as too skinny. I said ok, train me anyway (it was my ultimate dream to get into that school), if i enter good. If not, i'll be technically on their dancing level so it's fine (of cours in my head all i thought was I WILL MAKE IT), I'll have great ballet technique, I'll enter some other school with less strict body requirements. So she trained me and I did a small effort to not get cut off just by weight. I put myself on my idea of a "Diet". I thought i was being healthy about it, now thinking about it I'm sure i under ate but i didn't really stick to it so much so i guess it didn't do much damage. My grandma's thing is to skip lunch, always. So i used to end up at mc donalds or cook whatever i found, instead i cut out mc donalds completely and had things like granola bars and cereal with yogurt and fruits. That was my "diet" change. The rest was the same. I was determined to not be unhealthy and to not be hungry. I went from 49kgs to 46.5 in one year. Solely for the audition, I hated how skinny i was. I never wore black because of that reason, my arms looked like ugh yea a black line... NO. The day the audition was over i went back to mc donalds LOL. In the end, I didn't make it because i was the oldest and they decided to give the opportunity to a younger girl but at least they told me my technique was on point. I was super sad but hey! I survived. 

that was me enjoying life like a boss.

Life happened, I put on a couple of kgs, I was i think at around 50/51 kgs, was bouncing from one independent ballet company to the other, trying to find my place in the world. I was happy with my abs (yes i had a 6 pack HA!) and the fact that i had a bit of a butt so i was starting to get noticed. I was learning english on my own with just a dictionary and tv shows and such, so I started going into any english chat i found, just to practice. There I met this girl, we chatted a lot cuz she was pretty funny and bubbly and we had similar music taste. She then told me she was anorexic, she survived on coffee pretty much. But she wanted to recover, or so I thought, I was already fond of her so I researched and tried to talk her into eating as much as i could. Soon I became too involved, she was dragging me in. I found myself comparing me to her, not to see who was skinnier, it was just something that would happen in a conversation and then i said "WOW  WAIT, she's encouraging you to do the same things she's doing". So  being that she wasn't seeking recovery and just talking about her tricks to not eat so i would try them.. I stepped back and i cut contact with this person before something snapped in me. I was fond of her, she was my internet friend (lol as silly as that sounds) so that one hurt, i felt like i was abandoning her but i thought it was the best thing i could do as i feared i could get into the same thing she was into.

Life went on, I started uni and met who now is my roommate. She would never eat in front of me, everytime we would meet at lunch time she had already had lunch, we would dance together in the same ballet company and then go to the same classes in university lol so it was like living together. I was around 22 i think, she was barely 18. So one day i told her, "I'm worried cuz i think you're not eating" and then she told me what i  suspected was correct. To make it worse, the director of the ballet company told her in front of everybody that she couldn't dance an specific number cuz she would have to wear a tutu and she was too fat to be wearing that. YEAP- THAT TYPE OF BULLSHIT she had to stand, and me witness. I've watched her deal with her eating issues, i encouraged her to get help. She did it and little by little she recovered. It was hard and witnessing it just made me be even more about of the importance of eating and not letting the "too skinny/too fat" thoughts in your head. She said then and still says to this day that she'll always have a distorted image of her body but she tries to not get affected by it. I'm incredibly proud of her and how she's about food now versus me having to make up excuses or eat an specific type of food just so she would agree to eat with me. I still worry if she skips a meal now but we have like our own code, she knows i care and she tells me when she's feeling like going back to the old habits, and i do my best to talk her out of it and she usually comes around. 

Fast forward 6 years and we're roommates, with her sister, who had an even more serious case of eating disorder and had to go inpatient to recover. I find she deals with it much better than my friend as she can talk about it more openly and eventhough she sometimes eats way less than she should or counts calories, whenever she finds herself doing that, she says it and goes eat something big to compensate. 

Now I also find me not too far from being on the limit line between "normal weight" and "overweight" which anyway.. "normal" is considered overweight by dancing standards. I feel the need to lose a couple kgs, like 5 more than a couple. I don't want to ever be 46kgs ever again, but more like 55.. I never saw me and saw someone big, and I still don't until I'm put in front of a mirror for 2 hours on leotards and tights. It's so new to me, i get some of the things i never understood. Age made me wiser and I go about it the healthiest way i can, I also am a nerd at researching so that helps. But I count calories, I average 2.000 calories intake each day so i don't feel hungry, ever. I refuse to be hungry. If losing weight means i'm gonna suffer high hunger, then i wont do it.

Somedays, like today, I find me thinking on what i'll have for dinner based not on what i would *want* to eat but on whatever calories i have left. And that's fine i mean, ever since i started living alone i overindulged on mc donalds and fries and pre packed things, that's how i put on weight..So i have to re-train me to make healthier choices but just sometimes I wonder, given the surroundings, the enviroment I'm in and the stories i just told you.. if that bug will bite me. If i'll wake up one day and be obsessed about calories and develop a bad relationship with food. I trust not, I trust im stronger than to let something like that rule my life. But it still worries me, so in moments when it does. I stop counting calories, i eat whatever and don't care about what is in it. Just to prove to myself that it's alright, the world doesn't end and i dont have an obsession.  I don't know, it's just interesting to me (and that's the reason of this post) how someone can be in a pretty sick enviroment when it comes to relationship with food and not act the same as others, just be concerned of other's safety and how some people just get suck into it like nothing, simply as me clapping my hands. I don't understand it. It's a horrible disease to develop and it's all in the mind, like everything, I empathize with people that have it to a point where If i could i would make it dissapear. And yes, I know there are ton of horrible diseases in the world but i guess out of them all, this is the one that touches me the most. It's amazing how the mind plays with us sometimes. I guess sometimes we have to remember that WE, afterall, have control over our minds. We can tell it to cut out the bullshit whenever we have a bullshit thought flying around (pardon my french :P)
We can push idiotic thoughts away the same way when we don't want to think about someone anymore we just brush it off and get distracted with another thought whenever that person pops in your head (at least that's what i do).

So that's it, that's my food/life story. From not knowing what a calorie was to reading anything I can on body composition, healthy eating, recommended intake on not only food in general but of MACROS (hell if i ever knew what that was before), landing me with having protein powder in my kitchen jajajaja in my attempts to eat more protein. Funny how life is, i guess.

If there's anyone reading, THANK YOU!!! for making it this far. This was waaay longer than i thought it would be. Sorry I bore you to death :P. If there's anyone reading this who currently suffers from an eating disorder.. YOU CAN BEAT IT. I know people who did it, it's possible, and you deserve to beat it. Because life is worth living and whatever you're going through, there are better ways to deal with it than starvation, or any other self harming ways. I wish i could say something more uplifting, inspiring and elocuent but my brain is half sleeping already. This post took me ages. Anyways, if you have an eating disorder, I hope you recover from it, so that you can truly enjoy life and not have to be worried about numbers. I wish you all the best and i hope you seek help within the people around you so that you're never alone, there's always someone that cares for you and that is willing to help, all you need to do is reach out. And everything will be fine.

And without any other brain cell awake left in my brain, I proceed to my bed routine. An episode of "whose line is it anyway" and coffee before bed so i go to sleep in a good mood and don't dream any weird stuff. Thanks again, for making it this far.

Am i bonkers?

Hi!

I wasn't going to rant about this here, in fact I reopened this blog to escape these subjects, but fuck it. I'm gonna rant away because seriously this is ridiculous!

Am i the only one that wonders about people from their past? Do you consider it something wrong or a sign of "not moving on"? By wonder I don't mean thinking of people that is gone every day of you life, obviously, but does it ever happened to you to have this thought of "I wonder how ___ is doing" after not talking to that person for like half a year or something like that.. 

I get these thoughts, I don't think it's necessarily wrong, I think regardless on how the last contact with that person was, if you ever cared for such person then it's logical to wonder this. I don't think it's a sign of "oh shit i haven't moved on with my life!" I think it's just simply not holding a grudge or I dunno genuine care, not having harm feelings, how mad feelings wear off with time. Am i bonkers? Is this so unusual? I don't know really, for me, again, it's pretty normal. 

It can happen with a friend, it can happen with a super old boyfriend. It doesn't matter, it's just hey years went by, all the angryness wore off, as did the love but wishing someone is ok or whatever.. what harm can that do? 

Most of the times I get these "wondery" feelings, I say nothing, I just wonder to myself cuz I dunno, sometimes i think it's the less complicated thing to do.  Today though, I ran across an old conversation i had with someone for whom i cared deeply (back in 2009 or so), the last time i spoke with this person was about half a year ago and he was in pretty bad shape. He shut me off so that was the end of our contact, I tried to help as much as i could but he refused the help so there was no place for me to be. Needless to say that doesn't stop me from wishing he does well in life and things get better for him. So I thought to myself, it's been like half a year, I'm wondering how this person is doing and who knows? maybe just getting a message saying "i wish things got better for you"  maybe if things are better then it wont matter or maybe if he is having a bad day it would help to know someone still cares.. I dunno, that's literally what went through my head so i went ahead and sent this. The answer: "Move on with your life, delete me." OMG. 

Am i just crazy or what the hell is going on? How is it that people don't get that just wanting someone to be doing alright doesn't mean your hung up on that person or whatever? . How can words of encouragement be missread so much.. It makes me mad. If i was down and got a message like that i would choose to answer or not but regardless of that, it would be encouraging to get it, it would mean that when i'm feeling alone in the world, someone shows me i'm not, someone cares. That's all i wanted to get across. What i got? A childish response with an assumption of something that couldn't be farther from the truth. 

I don't know, this is the way i've always been and I don't think i should change it but maybe next time remind myself that no matter how much you wanna give someone a word of encouragement, when it's not asked for, it's better to keep it to yourself. 

People can be so ungrateful sometimes.. If i'm your friend for years on, if you meant something for me in the past, i develop this sense of "unconditional".. which means I'm grateful for whatever the experience taught me, I'm grateful that that person run into my life because I think it added to my own life experience.. Therefore regardless of if we stay in touch or not, regardless on anything.. If you ever need a hand or a shoulder to cry on, I'll never refuse and I'll always have your back. You gotta do something really truly awful for me to override this. That's how i am. I barely never open up to people, if I ever do, it's because i consider you're worth it and the sense of "caring" i'll have towards you goes beyond any fight or lack of contact. I thought this was normal in people, i thought this was the average and something everybody does. Apparently I'm just weird and crazy for being this way. 

Oh well.. 

At least i try to make someone's day better. Even if they don't get it. 2 txts wasted.

A blog about Blogging..

Does it ever happen to you that all your greatest ideas pop in your head at the most untimming moment? 

It's been happening to me lately that I come up with things to say that I consider interesting or fun to talk about on this blog when I'm on a bus, or in the bathroom, or taking a shower or already in bed jajaj you get the picture.. Same thing goes with choreographies.. most my choreographies I've created based on ideas i got while playing the song on the subway or bus, doing movements in my head or mini-moving lol i'm sure it shows and other people think i'm crazy but yea.. that's how I roll..

Anyway, tons of stuff I always think of blogging about but then by the time I actually get to the computer it's late, i'm tired, I need to shower or/and have dinner and Youtube sucks the life out of me with all its interesting videos LOL who needs a tv when there's youtube and online tv shows/movies straming really? OMG I'm so random!

Oh well i guess the point of this blog is saying that I think about blogging way more than what I actually blog. I say "oh there's the come back of "who's line is it anyway"! i can talk about that! there's the new season of So you think you can dance, another thing to rant about :P , my ballet classes and there approach that's almost opposite to what i've been told to do for over a million years :P I'm sure any ballerina reading (not that much people read this) would find it interesting, along with the lyrical jazz being more and more awesome everyday :P  There's recipes.. Fitness before and after documentation.. Philosophy related stuff :P, and how male friends that call me "love" everytime we're chatting on fb freak the hell out of me LOL OMG I NEED TO STOP! (yes grammar take that! longest sentece ever!)

It's gonna be another weekend stuck inside studying so, don't expect any of those ideas to materialize.. or do.. I don't know. My coffee machine broke yesterday I AM DOOOOOMED!! =((

//Rant off//

That monday that never arrived

I said "i'll be back on monday" and that just never happened, I got caught up between exams and life and such (there's not really anything else going on so the "such" is there just because). I aced both my exams and now i'm about to enter round two!! More motivated this time because i thought being it's been so long since i touched any text book that i wouldn't be so great (plus multitasking with work and the extra dancing and the attempts to eat healthy), turns out that muscle memory doesn't only apply to dance or bike riding (or sex) but it also goes for the brain muscles :) Giving me an 8 and a 9 on 1-10 scores :D . Pretty damn happy with myself.

After that was done, i got full mode on a Lyrical jazz dance convention which i believe happened to turn my life around. I wont go into much detail here cuz i don't really have much time and it would probably bore you anyway.. I'm just gonna say it was the most awesome thing i've done in years :)

So i'm feeling pretty renew and happy and full of energy (with exception of when i fall asleep on the bus or subway.. it's like a rocking chair i swear! I don't know how they do it)

I just wanted to stop by and drop a line since it's been almost a month... We're still doing the living re-decoration thing.. with exams and trying to be as cheap as possible it's taking a while but i think it'll be freaking neat when it's done! My roommate's parents gots us some pallets so we're gonna make up a couch out of that, maybe paint them or not, dunno yet, and put some big ass couchons and a colorful blanket covering them :) I think it'll be cozy and young :P like us jajaj I'm rambling again!

I haven't dropped any weight since around march and although it makes me want to punch the scale when i jump on it, I think i look god damn fine if you ask me LOL and by that i mean my body is more toned, i feel less "flabby" if that's a word and more in shape in general, which i notice also in my ballet/jazz classes. BUT, the scale hasn't moved and measure wise i'm also the same.. So.... I'm thinking all the scales and measuring tapes are broken. ..Or i'm starting to have a body dysphormia and thinking I look more in shape than i actually do.. LOL whatever, as long as i don't go back to having chips and coke 3 days a week i think i'll be fine..

And that's my thoughts for rightnow, wish i had that thingy Dumbledore had to store the thoughts!! It would be so useful!

I'll get on here later and make a proper post :P Hope you're all having a good day.

Open invitation

Have stuff to read? Either it's study or just simply pleasure, make me coffee, make me mate, bring cookies or maybe make me a pancake? (I have chocolate pancake mix already made in the fridge).. 

Here's where I've been, here's where I'll be at least till monday. Piled with markers, stuff to read and crazy ideas about communication, semantics, semiotic, meaning of stuff, signs and when stuff turns into signs and how to translate it all to dancing and musical movies. 

Interesting, and intense.. Ohhh coffee it's been such a long time since I needed you in this manner!

Me studying under the sun at my balcony 

On the left "Mate" a hot latin american beverage. Google it up if you never heard of it. On the right: Crackers  & Dulce de Leche :)

Oh!! Also if you have any good band of "to study" type of music to recommend.. Bring it on! :)

Chocotorta time!!

They say nothing warms up a heart like a good chocolate cake.. 

This Argentinian cake was born from the back of a chocolate cokies package (Chocolinas to be exact)... I guess someone tried it once, and then someone else.. Till it became popular, and now every Gringo that stays in Buenos Aires for more than 2 weeks knows he/she has to ask a local for a piece of this wonderful chocolate delight.. 

Calories: A billion. Do yourself a favor and don't even attempt to count how many calories go into this cake.. It's pointless and it will take away all the joy about eating it.

Ingredients:

• Several packages of Chocolinas or similar chocolate cookies 

• Dulce de Leche and cream cheese

• Whatever topping you want.. Chocolate, Rocklets, Mousse or just any type of sprinkles.

So this is very simple to do, all you have to do is mix in your Dulce de Leche with some Cream cheese so it's not so thick and it can be spread easily (And also so it's not sooo sweet)

Then grab a cup of coffee or chocolate milk and soak in the cookies as you go.. 

Create your first layer of cookies like so: 

Spread a coat of your Dulce de Leche mixture on top of it, and keep adding layers until you like the height of it.

This is mine in the making: 

Once I was done I cleaned up the plate and put it in the freezer, meantime I boiled some water and melted the chocolate that then I spread all over the cake. Put the Cake in the fridge till we ate it. 

I actually made 2 cakes but I don't have pics of the 2nd one. The first one is the pic you see below, the 2nd one I made for my roommate's bday and I put a layer of white chocolate on top and rocklets all over :) Both turned out pretty awesome :)

Soooo Good!

If you can not get Dulce de leche where you are, here's the recipe (of course making the Dulce De Leche would transform this easy 15 min recipe in something that would take a lot longer but.. I'ld say it's worth the effort) http://fromargentinawithlove.typepad.com/from_argentina_with_love/2008/02/dulce-de-leche.html

If not, just take this idea and use a different filling, it wouldn't be a traditional Chocotorta but it would still be yummy! You can use one of those instant desserts or chocolate mousse.. It's really a cake to just be creative with and enjoy :)

And that's it for today.. Back to study I go.. Procastination is so evil to me :P

A day in the life of or.. Ok maybe a few days - Long post-

Hello my friends!
I've been meaning to post things here for days but by the time I came home from university I found myself just too tired and sleepy..

It's been pretty awesome days since Wednesday night right up until now, days filled with dancing, sweet moments, and the cherry on the cake was yesterday when while I was at work a friend texted me to tell me he and his girlfriend couldn't make it to a Music Festival so he was willing to give me their tickets WHAA?? o.O So awesome!.

It was the Movistar music free festival, tickets were free if you were one of their clients, else it was pretty much impossible to get a ticket. I wanted to go for a long time but not having found a soul that would get me a ticket i pretty much settled with the idea that I wouldn't be able to attend and just forgot about it.
The show was at the Buenos Aires Planetarium and it consisted of 3 bands: 

• "Of monsters and men" which is an indie band from Island (I missed their performance so I don't know much more than that) 

• "Major Lazer" which is a group of djs really, they fusion electronic house music with dancehall and reggae. DJ Jillionare is one of their permanent staff and the group was formed by the producers of DIPLO. I never heard of this group of people either (at least not by name) but a very good friend of mine (and the best electronic/dubstep DJ in this beautiful city) recommended them to me so.. yea. They were amazing! It was a party outdoors, with the Planetarium shinning bright as the background, dancers, confetti, you name it.. So cool. 

 

here is Diplo who's got inside a hamster's ball and rolled all over the crowd LOL

And then last but not least, the reason why I wanted to get tickets on the first place: FRANZ FERDINAND! I saw them live back in 2009 and they BLEW MY MIND. And now, I didn't catch up with them over the years so some songs I didn't know well to sing along.. but they're just freaking awesome. Brilliant show, since my friend gave me his 2 tickets I was able to enjoy it with a dear friend with whom I went to Franz Ferdinand's show back in 09 (We're making it a tradition to always see them live together :P )

All in all, yesterday I went to work, then to school to enjoy my ballet class :) and then off to a music fest! Boy I haven't been in one for at least a year.. My legs and back where crying between dancing and standing on my feet with my giant dance bag lol but it was so worth it :) 

And that is just one day :P I said on the title "Few". 

Well long story short:  Wednesday I had a very "one on one" ballet/physical training class that was so demanding I almost break down and cry in front of the teacher. He keeps pushing me to the limit and I know it's good and it means I have "wood" as they say, else he wouldn't bother.. But it still makes you feel frustrated to be corrected on many many things when you're this age and have been dancing for so long. He said then that due to my high level he expects more out of me than any other girl in the class so I guess I need to suck it up and get to an even higher level of dancing with his advices :) To that followed 2 Lyrical Jazz dance classes which were pretty cathartic and awesome and by night well, I had a goodnight sleep :)

Thursday went by sleepy and my philosophy class sounded pretty endless but I made it through, one of my best friends owns a bar (cool right? Free drinks anyone? :P) so after class (9pm) I went have dinner with him and my roommate there :) We had a chicken sandwich that was very agreeing to my diet (seems like the chef knew I need to eat healthy), some beers cuz I couldn't help it and just you know, enjoy the company of friends or how I say my chosen Family :). My roommate got tipsy and it was hilarious. It was a blast. 

Friday: Well all I said earlier, the show and all that. 

Saturday: Today. Procastination. Should be working on a paper for uni but I'm here instead. I made the most awesome and easiest Argentinian Cake for a friend. Sitting on the fridge so it cools down as we speak. I'm gonna post the recipe of it on another post, seriously anybody can do this cake and anybody would LOVE IT. And that is all.

Thank you so much to anyone that reads me :) I got nothing else to say.. seems like luck has been on my side for the past days. I hope it continues to be like this, it's time to kick negativity out! :)

Introductions

And here I proclaim, my blog reopening! :)

I'm Annie, I'm 28 years old. I'm an Argentinian who's very fond of the english language. I'm a dancer, and I'm currently back at University so maybe one day (hopefully soon) I can have my degree and proudly say I'm a licensed choreographer in ballet, modern and musical theatre.. That'll include some singing lessons! LOL boy oh boy..

This is my day to day diary. I used to use this space to rant about my past, long and complicated relationship with my ex-boyfriend. Hence the word "ex", I moved all those posts to draft and I'm starting fresh. 

I'm hoping these blog entries will be more related to:

*Dancing
*Eating healthy (maybe some food pics :P)
*Enjoying exercise and exercise progress (a.k.a me being proud of new muscles and showing them off in pics too)
*Maybe some stuff about Argentina, pics of places I love.. you know.. all things landscape-y and nature like
*Whatever I might have to say that day. 
*Music, photography and art in general :)

This is me. I'm trying to turn my life around towards a more positive one. :) I don't expect much people to read this, I write mostly for myself. But if someone is indeed reading.. THANKS! :)