1. had sex 2. bought condoms 3. gotten pregnant 4. failed a class 5. kissed a boy 6. kissed a girl 8. had a job (define job jajja) 14. had sex in public 16. smoked weed 17. smoked cigarettes 18. smoked a cigar 19. drank alcohol 21. been overweight 22. been underweight 24. been to a wedding 25. made fun of someone for being fat 26. been on the computer for 5 hours straight 30. kissed someone in the rain 36. gotten my heart broken 37. had a credit card 49. broken a bone 42. cut myself 43. had an STD 44. got engaged 45. been on a diet 46. tried out to be on a tv show 49. played in a drinking game 50. stayed up for 24 hours or more 51. been to a concert 52. had a three-some 60. wore make up 61. talked to someone via webcam 62. lost my virginity before I was 16 64. kissed someone a different race than myself 65. snuck out of the house 66. bought porn 68. had oral sex 69. dyed my hair 81. had surgery. 83. beat a video game 84. found something valuable on the ground 90. cut my hair and hated it 91. peed outside 94. taken a pregnancy test.
HAHA soy la mejor influencia! :)
Algo en paralelo, que de a poco va tomando forma, y con "tomar forma" me refiero a editar blogs,odio editarlos, me aburre, pero de a poco algo va a quedar.FIN
"He estado intentando convencerme de que abandonar a una persona no es lo peor que se le puede hacer. Puede resultar doloroso, pero no tiene porqué ser una tragedia. Si uno no dejase nunca a nada ni a nadie no tendría espacio para lo nuevo. Evolucionar constituye una infidelidad, a los demás, al pasado, a las antiguas opiniones de uno mismo. Cada día debería de tener al menos, una infidelidad esencial , una traición necesaria. Se trataría de un acto optimista, esperanzador, garantizaría la fe en el futuro. Una afirmación de que las cosas pueden ser no sólo diferentes, sino mejores." ...
Endogamia, Exogamia,Ello,Yo,Superyo... DIOS que carajo tengo en la cabeza?, peor aún, a cual le tengo que hacer caso?
La ENDOGAMIA significa que no hay apertura desde la familia a la cultura. El incesto (fantaseado o concretado) lleva al grupo familiar a consumirse y apunta a una salida tanática (muerte física o psíquica). Además son familias que tienen reglas y una organización propias. Generalmente están divididas entre el enfermo y los sanos, o entre el loco y los sanos...
Ehh bienvenido a mi familia!
lunes, 18 de abril de 2011
If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you've not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren't okay with it, then just wait. You'll find it's fine to be alone once you're embracing it.
We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You're not supposed to talk much anyway so it's safe there.
There's also the gym. If you're shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in (guitar stroke).
And there's public transportation, because we all gotta go places.
And there's prayer and meditation. No one will think less if you're hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.
Start simple. Things you may have previously (electric guitar plucking) based on your avoid being alone principals.
The lunch counter. Where you will be surrounded by chow-downers. Employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town and so they -- like you -- will be alone.
Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.
When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself out for dinner. A restaurant with linen and silverware. You're no less intriguing a person when you're eating solo dessert to cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. In fact some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.
Go to the movies. Where it is dark and soothing. Alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.
And then, take yourself out dancing to a club where no one knows you. Stand on the outside of the floor till the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one's watching...because, they're probably not. And, if they are, assume it is with best of human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you're sweating, and beads of perspiration remind you of life's best things, down your back like a brook of blessings.
Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.
Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there're always statues to talk to and benches made for sitting give strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might've never happened had you not been there by yourself
Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.
You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one's in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.
Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school's groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you're happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.
It's okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can't think like you, for this be releived, keeps things interesting lifes magic things in reach.
And it doesn't mean you're not connected, that communitie's not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. take silence and respect it. if you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it. if your family doesn't get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don't obsess about it.
you could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.
Debo admitir que esto de observarte mientras te prendes fuego me está aburriendo demasiado, cada día comprendo menos como disfrutas siendo una sombra que el paso del tiempo logra atenuar cada vez mas. Sé que de vez en cuando encuentro cierto regocijo en ello, me divierto pensando ciertas cosas, y otras simplemente viéndolas a diario. La vida a veces nos arrastra por lugares raros con olores feos y gente aun más fea (jaja), pero la mayor parte del tiempo nos dejamos arrastrar sin siquiera intentar sujetarnos,hasta encontrarnos en una pila de mierda,con 15 hijos que gritan y saltan,contemplando el suicidio como salida mas cercana e indolora. Con orgullo puedo decir y asegurar que me sujeto al suelo con mis uñas, por momentos lo que quedan de ellas, y por más que a veces la corriente me arrastra un par de kilómetros, logro sujetarme, generalmente de lo primero que encuentro, para estar donde YO quiero estar, y no donde la vida me lleve,para poder ser feliz, algo que hace mucho no sentía, hasta hace un tiempo.
Anyway,farewell you fuckers! I choose life,but most of all MY life...What about you? :) Changing ,background,address,phone,city but the best part: MIND!
Que mejor sonrisa,no?
Kind of tricky,funny,Mysteriousetc.
jueves, 7 de abril de 2011
Bienvenidos al mundo de la opresión, un mundo donde la mujer es una boluda y el hombre es un forro.
En este mundo la mujer por el simple hecho de tener un agujero entre las piernas debe ser casi una foto salida más de los 50 que del 2011.La mujer es la mantenida, la boluda que debe cocinar, lavar la ropa, planchar, limpiar, y demás quehaceres domésticos, obviamente parir hijos (cual animal) solo para arruinarle la vida a los mismos. No se le permite tener una idea propia, ¡OJO CON ESTO!, solo debe sonreír y asentir haciendo merito a su papel de boluda hogareña. Sólo si el marido se lo permite puede estudiar, pero solo por amor a perder tiempo, porque demás esta decir que jamás utilizara el titulo más que para tenerlo entre las hojas de un libro que adorna su mesa ratona en su sala de estar, la cual no usa, porque como muchas cosas de su vida, esta de adorno. Pero momento que el hombre es el forro en esta historia, es el que lleva adelante la economía de la casa, sale a trabajar, y cuando vuelve encuentra todo brillante porque la boluda hizo lo único que sabe hacer bien: limpiar y cocinar cual sierva. El hombre es un forro que utiliza palabras grandes que a veces sabe que significan mientras la boluda sonríe con orgullo, pensando para sus adentros (como la pegue casándome con este hombre).El forro nunca sabe donde están las cosas de la casa, ya que la boluda cambia todo de lugar en un parpadeo, esto hace que el forro deje de intentar encontrarlas, para así darle un papel a la "boluda buscacosas".
Evidentemente terapia está dando resultados.
lunes, 4 de abril de 2011
Best pop cover EVER!
viernes, 1 de abril de 2011
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i've made my bed i lie in it !
i've made my bed i'll die in it !
