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I was working at a Starbucks, not as a Starbucks' employee. It was raining. They were playing "The Doors". And I've found myself singing loud "this is the end, my only friend, the end". And I knew it was all for this blog. For the few remaining visitors, thanks for reading, I will leave the posts for a while in case you want to read them again. And after a while I will erase them all. Cheers!

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that I am starting to use toilet paper on both sides.

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Why the english put kilos of salt on the sweet cookies? Must be Xenophobia. What other better explanation?

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"The big failure of my life it's been not writing a famous quote".

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WTF??? he is a clone! He is Hugo from Lost

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They sit on my table on the bars, they ask where I am from and comment about argentina, they even get into my private phone conversations. Quote from today while talking to a real estate agent: "You shouldn't talk to them, they are thieves". For some people this could be very disturbing. As for myself, I think I prefer this rather than people not talking to each other. This makes a lot of sense,

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Everyday I wake up thinking how good it is not having to go to school. I wonder when this thought is going to disappear.

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Being far from home can make you feel lonely, distant, disconnected. But you know what? there is something that always make you feel home. It's not a picture of dad or mom, or a phone call, not even being with someone else. It's the brands that surround your life: If you open the fridge and you find a Coke, you feel home. If your shampoo is on the shower, you feel home. I haven't thought of this

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As a result of living in London (it's been one week) I am already losing my spanish. This is pretty common I think, even expected. What I did not expect is to lose my english as well. It's getting worse every day.

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As crazy as it sounds, horror comics are prohibited from being brought to the UK. This is probably an old rule that they forgot to delete. I don't really understand what kind of harm can a horror comic do. I am sure that the horror comic writers and painters of the UK are the supporters of this law and they are a famous lobby group with great influence over prince Harry. They also prohibited

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Waitrose is one of the supermarkets of London. We went to buy toilet paper, which is usually a little embarrassing but if you buy something else that's fine. Even though we all go to the bathroom, it is still awkward to walk with a bag full of toilet paper. The thing is, we got to that part of the supermarket and there they were: two options for us. The recycle paper, which is good for the

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I am staying in a highly expensive apartment. However, the broadband is not working and I got a Dial up connection. At first I thought that my career as a blogger would be ruin because of this. But wait, I thought, what career as a blogger???

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Getting on the internet from London is a nightmare. I am in a beautiful apart hotel in South Kensington, but still, it sucks. I can't even use the Skype or watch youtube videos. The manager has just sent a letter to all the apartments asking: "please do not download heavy files anymore". Fuck the manager, why would you use broadband without downloading things? There is another thing that changed

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Thursday. 3 AM. Everyone is sleeping but not us. Surviving in London is not an easy thing to do. The first thing you need to know is: The fruits, they sell them by unity and not weight. That's why today I've spent 5 minutes in a hard quest for getting to the biggest avocado. Only because all of them had the same price. I will keep on posting soon.

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I just got back home from my last goodbye party before leaving Argentina. I really wasn't in the mood for party, but I wasn't sad either. I was in the mood of Nostalgia. I couldn't stop thinking "we should throw a nostalgia party!". We should eat typical argentinian food, seeing old photo albums, remembering old stories. Why not enjoying something very argentinian that you've never liked? Or

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George Lucas is claiming the copyright over the designs of the costume of Star Wars. The designer has been doing business on his own from this designs. Who is right? I don't know. What I do know is that this two geniuses were capable of selling this shit to thousands of freaks. However, I am planning to use one on my next wedding anniversary ;)

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I think we can't celebrate the death of someone. However, this guy deserves it. I am glad he died of natural causes because this guy would have preferred to die by a bullet.

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The magnate met the argentinian vice president whose trademark is to have a prosthetic hand. As you can tell on the picture, Bill Gates is doing an extraordinary effort thinking of "not to look at the hand, not to look at the hand, not to look at the hand". Picture talks by itself.

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So I sat with my computer and my blog opened on the throne and I went like: Why don't I do a little bit of bathblogging? In that very moment I knew that I was going to be remembered, if remembered, by the invention of the word "Bathblogging". BATHBLOGGING: The action of blogging while sited on the bath. It's a good word, isn't? Any experience on how to add it to wikipedia? Greatly appreciate

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He is one of the most known characters between kids nowadays. He belongs to the worldwide famous Backyardigans. Her creator, Janice Burgess, based this character on an old uncle of her. As she said on this inverview, he was Argentinian and a big fan of Boca Juniors. That's why Austin never takes the Boca shirt off. http://www.nickjr.com/shows/backyardigans/back_meet_creatorss.jhtml

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Someone got into my blog by typing on google: "ukulele playing brazilian prostitutes" My interpretation of this is: there is a guy that would like to see brazilian prostitutes playing ukelele. At first I thought, this guy is a weirdo! but after a short while I thought, "well I would also like to see a brazilian prostitute playing the ukelele, it would be an extraordinary or at least

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According to this website, they can measure how much is your blog: http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/ So, mine is only: "Your blog, www.brokenglish.blogspot.com, is worth $564.54". What they don't do is to pay for it. Otherwise, I would have sold it already for sure. One funny thing to do is to see how much are other people blogs: Your blog,

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If I would have to give my child three big advices for his life, I would say: 1-Always hear your heart. 2-Trust your talent. 3-Don't forget your cellphone in a restaurant in which you didn't leave good tip. It's very awkward to get back. I wouldn't like you to live this situation. I love you. Papi.

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There is two kind of discrimination. Positive and negative. Negative are the ones we all know about. Positives are a little more difficult to find out. Here is an example of positive discrimination: "Handicap people are people you can trust". This is a universal truth: You don't expect a handicap to screw you. But it's so wrong as any other discrimination. And Paul McCartney's case is a great

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Crisis in Argentina are cyclic. Every couple of years you know that it's coming. Now the farmers are on strike and meat is out of stock in Supermarkets. Argentinians eat meat every day so this is a big deal. This might be logically wrong but I think it's a fare theory: What if what makes Argentina a failure is eating meat everyday? Or something in our meat? What if we don't eat meat for a while

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