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New year. New journal. Seems only natural 

Hello there. Still alive. Just lazy and busy. Anyway, I hope all of you had a Happy Holidays, and fulfill your New Year's resolution. Me, I've been learning to drive with medium sucess rates, should upload more photographies and my dear Venezuela is hanging by the thread of Chavez's health. The usual. Just writing this to let you know I'm not dead and sorry for the laziness-induced absence.

ESPAÑOL

Siempre me he preguntado, cómo es vivir en un país desarrollado, cómo es poder salir a las calles sin miedo a que te roben, te maten o te roben y te maten, cómo es tener una moneda fuerte como el euro o el dólar...

Ayer, 7 de octubre, Venezuela tuvo elecciones presidenciales. Tuvo la oportunidad de escoger entre el progreso o la perpetuación de la mediocridad. Tuvo en sus manos la decisión de tener trabajo, seguridad, vías en buen estado. Tuvo la oportunidad de cambiar de rumbo, de hacer historia. Se disputó entre elevar el ancla y seguir avanzando o permanecer en dónde estamos. Escogieron seguir anclados.

Está bien. Ganaron. Está bien. Son mayoría. Pero su victoria fue pírrica.

Díganme, de verdad vale la pena perder tanto para ganar tan poco? De verdad disfrutan vitorear sin saber por qué? Como unos autómatas? Es que es fácil, es que es cómodo. Es que con usar una gorra y una camisa del color de sangre, cantando lemas, se ganan cosas... Quién necesita libertad de pensamiento? Basta con creer en la Revolución, en el Comandante que los protege bajo su ala, o eso creen ellos. Así como creen que viven en el mejor país del mundo. Y puede que tengan razón.

Y estamos en un país de primera, en manos de gente de segunda.

La inseguridad rampante, las riquezas perdidas, la corrupción, la violencia. O viven con eso y no les importa, o es invento, propaganda negra de la oposición. Y los de la oposición sólo existimos para lavarles el cerebro. No somos los que pensamos diferente, no, solo somos el bando enemigo. Enemigos imaginarios, fantasmas, aliados con la CIA y el FBI, y la máquina de destrucción masiva del Imperio. Ja. No ven que ellos ya tienen la mente adiestrada, por un tirano llamado Hugo Rafael Chávez Frías.

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I've always wondered, what living in a developed country is like, what is like to walk the streets without fear of being robbed, killed or robbed and killed, what is having a strong currency like the euro or the dollar like...

Yesterday, October 7, Venezuela had presidential elections. Had the opportunity to choose between progress or perpetuating mediocrity. Had in its hands the decision to have job security, roads in good condition. Had the opportunity to change course, to make history. Was played between raising the anchor and move forward or stay where we are. They chose to remain anchored.

All right. They won. All right. Majority. But their victory was Pyrrhic.

Tell me, is it really worth losing so much to gain so little? Do you really enjoy cheering without knowing why? As automatons? It is easy, it's comfortable to wear a hat and a shirt the color of blood, chanting slogans, earn things ... Who needs freedom of thought? Just believe in the Revolution, the Commander protects them under his wing, or so they believe. And they live in the best country in the world. And they may be right.

But we could be better. We deserve better.

The rampant insecurity, loss of wealth, corruption, violence. Or they are used to live with it and do not care, or they think it is an invention, black propaganda of the opposition. And the opposition only exist to get them brainwashed. Those who think differently, are the enemy. Imaginary enemies, ghosts, allied with the CIA and the FBI, and the machine of mass destruction of the Empire. Ha. They don't see, their minds are already under control, by a tyrant named Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias.

Okay, so a month ago or so, our house tomcat had four little kittens. They're really cute and she used to feed them all the time, but gradually less and less but still did it. Well, she went away from the house three days ago and hasn't come back since. We don't know if she escaped or went stray or worse got killed. But now the kittens are without her and need to eat. So I'm feeding them milk and cat food everyday with my dad.

Guys. It's madness.

Apparently, since I was the only person the kittens saw everyday since they were born, they think I'm their mom or something now that I'm also feeding them. If they see me, they start meowing like crazy, all at the same time and they follow me everywhere I go! And they climb my pants! And I stink of cat food and milk because of that. Feeding them is quite a challenge, I have to hold them with one hand and give them food with the other, since only one of them drinks milk on its own straight from the plate. Also, they have tiny needles on their paws and their teeth are so small but incredibly sharp. My thumb is paying the consequences.

I hope they learn to eat on their own soon and we can find them a home once they grow up. Meanwhile, I'm a cat mom. I'll show you pictures of the kittens as soon as I take them and feel like uploading them.

SimpleBend, over.