Thursday, June 5, 2014


"DESDE PEQUENO YO TE VENGO A VER"



Born in Bogota, Colombia on July 23 1997, Andres Llinas began his journey, not only as a soccer fan, but as a professional.  Introduced by his family to the soccer world, he practiced the sport daily and attended every Millonario's match he could.  His father, Camilo, was the senior Vice President of this same team and when he noticed his son's early passion and potential [5 years of age].





Millonarios has a dark past, as many other teams in Colombia do. Drug money entered the team arround 1985 and was laungered into clean money with it's new owner: Gonzalo Rodiguez Gacha better known as alias "El Mexicano". With all the money he invested, Millonarios soon became one of the best, if not the best team in Colombia. A few  years later, he was captured, and the government inscribed new people to control the team from and avoid it being corrupt. During that time, Camilo began his career managing Millonarios. Camilo loved soccer and the team he was working for, shortly after Andres' birth, he began thinking about the time they would spend together watching, playing and going to soccer matches. As soon as Camilo could, he introduced, or better stated, forced his son into loving the sport as much as he did. 



Slowly, Andres began watching and playing soccer, not because he had to, but because he liked it. It was Andres who one day asked his father for a trainer. That was when his father inscribed him into Mario Mavanemerak's soccer school. After 4 years in the academy, his skills took him to the next level: Millonarios Junior. With only 9 years of age, Andres was accepted into the "equipo de formacion Millonarios". In other words, the official under age team. There, he began training daily and his love for the team grew.



Llinas enjoyed not only the matches as a normal spectator but felt the love, the sadness, the anger of his team. He stopped going to the expensive parts of "El Campin, and began going to the "secciones populares", and to "barras bravas" (hooliganism). 

Hooliganism as we see it, is aggressive and dangerous, but "the other half " sees it, or as Andres sees it is as: "a defense for the sport you are passionate about, a sport that is a part of your life". "There are two ways to enter "barras bravas", with a friend and his gang, or alone". Anyhow, going alone is risky and in order to do it safely, some rules need to be followed: "avoid eye contact, never push yourself into good spots because you will get into a fight, have a team card with you at all times, and surround yourself with people".  



Andres entered "barras bravas"alone with a friend and as he states: "the experience was scary".  They got robed and when theyturned arround and tried to do something about it, fear consumed their bodies, they saw how tense the air was: drug and drunk people, screams, fights, weapons. Things they were no aware of while cheering and watching the game. Andres noticed how people looked at him with a discriminating look for being blond, white and blue eyed. He saw a man with no shirt, full of scars that probably came from knive fights. He felt agression and intimidation, saw inner fights and shed of blood, he heard screams mixed with cheers. Suddenly, he remembered a story he had heard a while ago, about a girl who entered barras bravas alone, and got raped: "I thought about my sister, I left before the game ended".
Since that day on, he decided to stop going to that section, because even to the biggest fan, "barras bravas" are scary. Instead, he began going to one that is in his comfort zone. 


Adapting to Millonarios team was similar to the "barras bravas": really tough. The team has a low class status and coming from a different background wont make you popular in the eyes of your team-mates, specially if you are blond and white. The looks and threats were not only in the stadium, the team-mates violently bullied him, which almot made him quit. Finally, one day, things stopped. Some of the team-mates left and new ones came in. He became the most expirienced, and instead of agression, he was                                                                         respected. He helped new team members avoid what                                                                     he went through. 



After nine years playing for Millonarios, he caught the eye of international soccer teams. He was chosen by Real Madrid and flew to Spain, being the youngest Colombian ever chosen (with only 15 years of age)
After 25 days of training, Andres flew back to his home town with a return contract at the age of 18. 



Months after that, Andres played on a semi final and final of the "selecciones regionales", (regional competitions). There, he caught the attention of two italian spectators: The Milan and Verona. 
Two days later, Camilo (Andres' father) got a call from Sabattino Durantti, administrator of Hellas Verona. 

Durantti expressed great interest in his son. They decided to arrange a meeting in order to discuss the fact that Andres' future was no longer in Colombia, but in Italy.  In this meeting, Durantti gave them a contract offering a salary for Andres and apartment for his parents, in exchange of his presence in the team. Andres declined. The money in the contract did not surpass his love for his country and for Millonarios. This reaction created a significant rise in the salary Verona offered. Looking at the numbers and the chances to succeed, he changed his opinion. 



He arrived to the airport, two cars were waiting outside, one for his parents, and one for him. His parents were taken to their hotel and he was taken to his new home. Andres came into his room only to find that his rom-mate was a Senegalese; "I've never been so scared in my life" he states. The next morning, he began the training: "The training was hard, specially when they are screaming at you in Italian". He missed his coach, Felipe santos; his team-mates, Brainer Pas, Duvan, Mojarrango; he missed Millonarios. Day after day, the same routine: wake up, study, train. No           
                                                chatting nor  socializing, playing was no longer to have 
                                                fun, it was a job.


The world cup cuts the beginnig of vacations, and that was when Llinas flew back to Bogota. Here had had two tests: a soccer and a medical exam.  These exams were guarantee of his health and fitness which Verona required. Unfortunately, Andres had problems with the medical exam: an excess of lactic acid inside the knee can cause fatigue and pain. This, is not good sign in a professional player, but it is fairly common. Cased by lack of stretching but it is easily reversed. Back in Bogota, Lllinas retook his old routine with his life long team. Training on a regular basis, attending soccer games, and cheering as a proud "hincha" of Millonarios. 

Today, Llinas still plays for Milnarios and is filling paper work to return to Verona. He expresses how he would really like to be a professional and the excitement he feels to represent Colombia around the world, but how proud he feels of being a member of his Millos. "I may be in another place, but my heart is always with you [Millonarios]". His future is still unknown, but it certainly looks bright for him. 


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

I began reading Among the Thuds during my birthday. To be honest, this wasn't the ideal celebration, but as I began to read, I was more and more enthusiastic about the topic.

The book starts off with a train that isn't on time. Then, suddenly, it arrives to the station, filled with Liverpool fans singing "Liverpool la la la Liverpool la la la".

At first, you think is not a big deal (and I thought it was a little weird), but then I remembered the Chile-Colombia game. In which I was present. As soon as Colombia marked the first gol, the crowd went crazy, singing songs I did not know the lyrics. I understood how every fan is the same, every fan cheers and gets exited about his/her team winning, and get upsets when they loose.

A few pages after, I read how these Liverpool fans were actually very aggressive: "young males trashed trains, broke windows of your pubs, destroyed your cars, wreaked havoc on your town center". This reminded me of the "barras bravas" of Millinarios, Santafe and Nacional and how some times, there are victims during these events.

The main character was very scared and decided to sit in first class. To be honest, I would have done the same. Being in a situation where you don't know how to act and you feel exposed and frightened, is not easy. Specialy if you haven't been in one of those situations before.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

bye bitchezzzzz

Ok so.. I really don't know how to start. But I'm gonna do it anyway…
Hi my name is Andrea, but… you probably already know that cause we've been together for what? 15 years? 
So, what I'm really gonna do is talk about the memories and feelings, we'll get emotional, some will cry, and then, i'll be done, we'll grab our cardboards an leave as fast as we can.

So… As you may know, we are the grade that ruins everything..
Golfo? I don't think so
After party for 8th grade prom? -Not either 
Guajira? Ummmm no? and recently, not even music during lunch 
and why does this always happen to us? 
Because we follow orders, we follow rules 
We sit and watch like little puppy dogs doing what they are told. And if we do other wise, we get caught, as usual 

Thats a bummer huh? Not ever brown nosing helps 
All the waving his and the "Viski pleaseeee" to Mr. Viscardi, DON'T help a bit.  
He still hates the world and all of us in it. 
I'd be surprised if he does't make next year's seniors wear military uniforms and shaved heads.

But anyways… It doesn't even matter anymore cause they'll suffer… a little more than what we did. 

We started our freshmen year in high school at our awkward age, coming into puberty and experiencing lots of new things. We watched our seniors like these huge guys who could be our parents. But now that we're here, we feel exactly the same, even if we did change a lot, and even if we did grow. The only difference between us and the 2012 seniors is that they did cool senior activities: cancun week, paint day, water fights, throw back thursday, senior skip day… you get the point. 

We are lucky… we are having a graduation. Cause these days, everything breaks the code of honor. Because, you know, hearing music creates a party school image. Instead, the school embraces the anti-social strategy to use earphones and be quiet like a total freak, so 
THANKYOU! THANKYOU! THANKYOU! Senior year was truly AMAZING! 

Okkkk
Enough about that, now's the part were you cry but you won't so it'll be a little awkward. 
I love you guys. 
I really do. 
We are like a family… We support each other and I will sure miss you like hell 
Cause who can forget all the laughing, all the crying.
Who can forget high school? No one. 

Adapting was tough. 
Because you actually start to do something in high school.. 
Your grades begin to matter, your social life too.. But when do you sleep? 
IDK you'll find the time… Believe me, like my best friend ccc no i won't say her name, she'll get pissed, lets just leave it like that . Oh but wait, don't take her advice, sleeping in calculus class is NOT a good idea. Specially if your teacher is Pascale… she will KILL you and by the time you wake up, the only math you'll end up doing is the grade you need on the final in order to pass the class. Then, class wil end, you'll go to bio, then lunch, you'll wait on a three hour line to get your food and when you can finally order Viscardi will yell at you for being tardy and pretend to catch you with his tardinator lazer, Byrne will tell you: "No sea MALITO" and finally, you'll end up running to last period. The bell rings and you are actually happy to hear "Its friday friday gotta get down on friday looking forward to the weekend weekend"… when its actually tuesday. 

You get home, turn on the computer, check Facebook, check Ask, feel sorry about yourself and shocked by how many people actually hate you (relax its just envy). Then you'll eat a bunch of chocolate, gain five ponds, have your face full of pimples, cover it with tons of foundation and your done! 
Watch a little Vampire Diaries, How I Met Your Mother, Devious Maids, Grey's Anatomy, and finally when your mother yells at you why aren't  you doing something, you explain and justify how Breaking bad is actually a project your chem teacher assigned. 

Then, by 12 pm, when you are done watching TV series, its time to do home work, you rush over it and start drooling while reading "El Quixote", you fall asleep with the book on your face to cover the light from your bedroom. 
You wake up next day stressed out by the exam you will have on first period which you will probably fail cause you forgot to read (even if you didn't cause you fell asleep for staying up late).. as always  

You take a quick shower, or you don't even shower at all cause you are too busy rushing page after page to function properly. 

In class, you don't get a single question right on the test. 
You cry a little and swear you won't do it again 
but forget you ever mentioned that and repeat it over and over again

Panic. there are only two days left for the quarter to end . Beg your teacher for an extra bump or for a minimum of 2.2 or else you will fail and probably graduate on 2016… and who would want that? ummm me no think so. 
Finally and hopefully your teacher feels a little pitty and accepts your blackmail of two bookstore arepas for a .75 bump… 

You prepare yourself mentally and emotionally for your next problem: your parents. 
You pull the rhetoric strategies from your sleeve and finally your mother ends up thinking parent teacher conferences are a waste of time and agrees to mother and daughter bonding time instead. You can't help but draw a huge smile across your face cause you got through the perfect lie. Um no. plan. 
LIEYNG IS WRONG PEOPLE! 
Never lie.
Ever 

O well…
That's about a typical issue and daily routine. 

Now, don't even get me started on the parties people…. 
You go to the beauty salon and get your nails hair and makeup done.. the you wax… ouch but its always worth the pain. 
go home plan your outfit and text your friends. 

GIRLS NIGHT OUT!

Going out is really fun cause you don't really have to spend a dime if you know how to play smart… you  flirt a little and do puppy dog eyes JAJA men are so easy.. 

But really.. GO OUT HAVE FUN! and… 
Like Ellen Degeners said: "Now days, success is measured in how many shots of tequila you can hold" REMEMBER THAT cause its true like for example my friends and I at that par.. 

I mean no 
never
Pff no one at school drinks 
Thats for like 30 year olds duh 

Changing the subject… 
I would like to tell you once again… I am really really really going to miss you when you all go to colage wait what? 
i meant college. AAAAHHH  college 

okkk 
Now, I would like to thank you all for the funny memories, the teachers for let carolina sleep in class o shift i said her name… sorry Caro.. 
I would also like to thank all parents for paying for i pads iPhones and of course… school 
But most of all, i would like to thank wikipedia, google, red bull and vodka for making this possible… 



Thursday, May 8, 2014

tempest life



Ethereal: Extremely delicate light
Numen: Spirit or divine power 
Populous: Large population   

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

QEPD GARCIA MARQUEZ


The speech GABO delivered on 1982 when he won the Noble Prize of Literature, describes de difficulty Latin America has faced during and after  colonial times. He describes and uses pathos to enhance the audience's emotions to feel the sympathy for our continent. Garcia Maquez uses a variety of examples to support his thesis and persuade us. 

Garcia Marquez also uses a counter argument in order to cover all aspects and attack the ideas which might be used against him: "Latin America neither wants, nor has any reason, to be own without a will of its own". throughout the passage, we can see how GABO uses rhetorical strategies to help him fulfill his  task. Decorum, logos, pathos and ethos are clearly used, but he also makes the other points of view (different from his own) "barbaric" and absurd. 

upss I MESSED UP IDK


The essay I wrote about language was specifically about acronyms. The amazing things they can do and hoy they are used. Any how, I don't believe I got out the message I wanted to transmit because, hoy can I say it? I messed up.

My ideas were clear but they were "all over the place" and I should have included a lot more information specifically on rap songs and new ones, not old.

The problem with my essay is that it got erased the night before it was due. Completely erased >.< 
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to justify the mistakes I made, cause, lets face it; there were plenty. 

What I tried to do, was incorporate all the acronym types y found and use them as an introduction to finally get to my point: rap songs but maybe I could have used less space explaining other acronyms and more space showing examples of raps. 

Monday, March 10, 2014

So....................................................................


The article What The... explains the misuse of "..." (the dot dot dot) so called: ellipses. Malady shows various examples of commonly misused ellipses, then he tells about a little experiment he makes. The experiment consisted in texting family members who apparently knew him too well so they would figure out the misuse of the ellipse. Unfortunately, society is so accustomed to this wrong use, that no one, not ever his own mother noted a difference or corrected him in any particular way. 

After reading the article, a quote stayed on my mind: “people are communicating like they are talking, but encoding that talk in writing”. And I thought about the last blog entry we made where language should be written as we speak, but then I thought: language should be written as we speak, but do we write in a bad register? Why is it "ok" to speak in a way that is not "ok" for writing? 


Then, the thought simply drifted; but when I logged into Facebook, I came across many (and i mean MANY) posts with the improper use of ellipses i had just read about! -It bugged me.





Now, I understand the difference between writing in a way similar to the way we speak and simply having "dots all over the place".