poemas aniñados para problemas complejos

Wednesday, February 8, 2012 at 9:58 PM
te necesito como se necesita a una DrPepper cuando hace calor
como mis dientes necesitan blanqueador
como se necesita la temporada de rebajas del Palacio de Hierro
como mi jardin necesita hoyos hechos por un perro
cooooomoooo un iphone en plan tarifario
como la " k "necesita estar en el abecedario
como un clamato necesita un popote
como mi pizza necesita salsa de chipotle
como mis uñas necesitan esmalte color dorado
como mi guardaropa necesita un vestido floreado
como se necesita comer palomitas cuando vas al cine
como un circo necesita un oso que patine
como un amigo necesita tener su propio carro
como una cerveza necesita ser tomada en tarro
como un edificio de tres pisos necesita elevador
como los reality shows necesitan un luchador
como mis dedos necesitan un anillo de diamantes
la verdad no te necesito tanto como antes

Cara o cruz

Tuesday, February 7, 2012 at 9:44 PM
que te dicen cuando te dicen que no lo hagas
te explican y tu entiendes perfectamente
abres los ojos y cierras la mente
el desenlace de lo que podria o no pasarte
un incierto futuro que arriesgas
sin temor a dudas y un poco egoista
porque eso que te alienta no te desanima
curioso que finges indiferencia
cuando te condiciona el mismo resultado
cortemos o no el miedo y responsabilidad que nos atrapa
es nuestra serenidad la que siempre ponemos en juego

Este no es un post de año nuevo

Friday, December 31, 2010 at 10:01 AM




bueno quiza si lo sea, tendras que leer para averiguarlo
.Bueno ayer platicaba con la buena señorita de gafas oscuras, y le comentaba que cuando no tengo que hacer ( aka vacaciones) me entran las crisis emocionales o espirituales, dependiendo de la poca del año o de los acontecimientos recientes, el punto es que tuve una el lunes pasado, el lunes pasado en la marugada y no pude dormir y aun no puedo dormir bien, pero la razon de mi crisis no sera mencionada, pero si que lentamente voy saliendo de ella. Lo que si puedo mecionar es que con ella encontre nuevas resoluciones.
Cada año nuevo es diferente y como mencionabamos ayer ... quiza solo sea otro dia mas, al que nosotros le damos un significado especial, que diferencia hay del dia de " abraza a un estudiante estresado" o el "dia de la mujer" , el dia de san valentin, Columbus day, y muchos otros.... son solo un dia mas, pero quisimos darle un significado especial. y en este caso darnos una fiesta porque el planeta le dio una vuelta mas al sol.... y claro nosotros la sobrevivimos.
Total no tengo muchas resoluciones, solo uno que otro deseo, quiero longboardear mas si , porque casi no lo hago, y para eso necesito comprarme un casco, el otro dia, me autoconvenci de que no necesitaba patinar tan seguido, y que mi vida no sufriria si yo dejaba de hacerlo, bueno quiza sea cierto o quiza no.
Bueno quiza no lo sepan, pero aqui en mexico ( al menos en la parte que yo vivo) cuando tienes ganas de ir a Longboardear, patinar, o surfear dices algo mas o menos asi - "Ando bien erizo" ( erizA en mi caso....) lo puedes oir muy seguido si te juntas con gente que gusta de dicho deporte, creo que yo nunca lo habia comprendido hasta hoy, aunque si le di hace poco, luego tuve mi platica conmigo misma acerca de que quiza no lo necesite tanto, y bueno saben que hizo mi cuerpo despues de yo decidir eso?
Me dio dos noches seguidas de sueños exclusivamente de longboards NOT FUCKING KIDDING... desde aventuras, alucinaciones, e ideas manufacturables en productos , sip mi mente me da ideas fantasticas que hacer en mis sueños , como en ese capitulo de la serie de dinosaurios que a Charlene por accidente le dan la gran idea de que el mundo es redondo y no plano. total cualquiera que es cercano a mi sabe que mis planes con el longboard van muy enserio en muchos otros aspectos :)
Otro deseo es trabajar y graduarme y ambos de esos deseos van por buen camino ! solo me quedan tres materias y listo!

Aprovechando el espacio, quisiera desearles a todos un lindo año nuevo, asi sea que decidan celebrarlo a lo grande o se encierren en sus cuartos a comer una hamburguesa
todo es valido, tambien les deseo que no les de indigestion y que sus respectivas pansas no sean tanto mas grandes de lo que fueron antes del maraton guadalupe reyes. Osease que no hayan engordado mucho :)

felices fiestas,
felices nuevos comienzos
felices despedidas y bienvenidas:)

nadie me enseño a ser paciente

Thursday, December 9, 2010 at 9:37 PM
nadie me enseño a ser paciente, recuerdo que una vez hable con la señorita Robot Rosa al respecto que creiamos que ambas eramos "puntuales" no por cortesia si no por desesperadas, porque no nos gustaba tener que esperar a los demas y por lo tanto no los haciamos esperar a ellos.
y siempre he ido asi
y te lo dicen de varias formas, implulsiva, explosiva, hosca, franca, y otras palabras domingueras pa decirte que no te sabes aguantar las ganas. Bueno a travez de mi corta vida poco a poco me fui amarrando en ese aspecto sigo siendo tan desesperada e impulsiva como siempre agregale a eso paranoica y tienes un coctel listo que huele a DRAMA PURO.
que alguien no te ha respondido un correo? posiblemente murio y de alguna forma es tu culpa
y digo ese es solo un ejemplo pero pues la respuesta clasica a este pensamiento de LOCA seria checar en todos los medios como facebook o twitter, u otras cosas quien fue el ultimo en verlo, despues d e averiguar que esta hablando wall to wall con alguien mas mientras tu lo sbuscabas te calmas , pero sigues en frenzy ahora te preguntas porque ( si no esta muerto) aun no te contesta?
te odia, te aborrece, pretendera que nunca lo leyo para no hacer su parte, y en tu mente solo quieres mandarle un correo y decire todas sus verdades y gritarle y reclamarle por la descortesia de no contestar tu correo immediatamente.
Bueno todo esto sigue pasando con la pequeñisima excepcion de que solo se desarrolla en mi mente, no escribo el correo, no le grito en persona, no le dejo mensajes fulminantes
simplemente digo si quiere responder que responda, a mi me da igual .
el aprender a NO hacer drama fue una de las lecciones mas duras que he tomado, aun no la saco al 100, pero ya me estoy acercando, ahora me empieza a preocupar todo lo contario ,que mi "paciencia" sea tomada como indiferencia o apatia, la cual no es nada asi
total mi paranoia jamas me djeara
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y ahora un cambio total de tema
hoy por andar de stalker me entere de cosas que le pasaron a un ex amigo mio, ya no le hablo ni el a mi, me meti a stalkearlo pues por nostalgia supongo. EL punto es que me preocupe un poco y quise saber mas al respecto, pero al mismo tiempo me encontre preguntandome porque debia d eimportarme, que si no me hubiera enterado mi vida seguiria igual, y pues que en realidad a el no le importo yo más, no veo porque a mi habria de importarme de regreso.

QUe pasa con todas esas personas que se nos olvida recordar?
que se fueron, se cambiaron, o simplemente se distanciaron, cuando algo les pasa lo seguimos resintiendo, aunque no los hayamos visto en muchos años, la empatia nos une .
yo aveces tambien me pregunto si alguien con quien ya no hablo de repente se acuerda de mi.

new beginnings

Sunday, December 5, 2010 at 9:27 PM


No se exactamente que me depara el destino, solo se que este semestre escolar ya se acabo ( almenos tecnicamente.... pero no literalmente...) y tengo muchisimo trabajo...
Cualquiera que me conosca sabe que esto no me molesta en lo absoluto, eso de las vacaciones nunca se me dio, despertarme tarde quiza, pero el vivir sin plan, sin metas, solo ver tele, y estar en la computadora??? noo JAMAS!
eso solo me funciona si SE que tengo algo que entregar, si estoy segura que estoy ignorando un trabajo, como quien dice la vagancia solo se me da como metodo de procrastinación, y no como carrera profesional.
tooootal
el viernes al fin queme mi documental 19 minutos, solo 19 minutos dura, y poco mas de 5 meses para tenerlo listo
es mas les dejo algunos numeros ( la mitad mios la mitad de todos los demas)
7 horas de grabacion en video
unos 30 raspones
media botella de microdacin
alrededor de 2000 pesos en gasolina
2 horas a diario de trabajo ( minimo)
5 viajes a arteaga
1 viaje a sayulita
1 longboard regalada
dos claviculas lastimadas ( una rota una zafada)
un perone roto
unas 300 aguas frescas
unos 3 encuentros cercanos con transitos de san peter
alrededor de 1000 mensajes en el neverending inbox( no es exageracion yo conte hasta 800, y luego dje de contar y facebook nos redirecciono a un nuevo mensaje que sigue creciendo)
unos 8 gigas de fotos
y conocer a demasiada gente nueva este semestre
supongo que si me pusiera a contar la cantidad de personas que conosco por semestre o por año, este smestre les ganaria a todos,y milagrosamente todos me caen bien, y si no me caen bien minimo me dan risa.

no se como termine en esto de las longboards, pero va para largo va para MUY largo, y eso esta MUY bien hohohoho.

gracias pats, porque un dia me contaste de esto, y me enseñaste los videos, me cambio bastante la vida.

i need my gurls gurls gurls

Tuesday, October 19, 2010 at 8:54 PM
hi hello dear ones, im glad to return to blogspot
I adore tumblr with all my mind, but i unfortunately chose some weird backgrounds that do not let mee see what I am writing, when i am writing it. HEnce my posts are even more complicated, and with twice as many spelling mistakes.
SO im back , as usual inspired by my friend electropop's weekend entry, when I read them, I remember that I owe myself ( and you mydearest friends) better rantings, revelations, and secrets.
So as I was saying earlier I need my gurls gurls gurls, I barely see anyone anymore except for a few hours, i spend so much time with boys that my vocabulary has changed, I include now in most msgs the intro "WE"
ex.
we, vas a ir a darle hoy? a que horas te veo?
the daily account for vato has tripled, and I have gotten accostumed to barbaric, neanderthal like behavior.
What before wouldve caused me to stare and judge, now I deem funny and casual.
I carry:
a bottle of Microdacyn in my car ( a really cool antiseptic spray)
a bottle of Victoria's secret Passionate kisses spray ( it smells like drpepper) that i often have to spray whenever they leave the car
a pair of sneakers and socks
I spent 20 minutes talking about sneakers AND IT HAD NOTHING NOTHING to do with fashion
bruises, cuts, strains, dirt, bad odor, facebook chats are now a natural thing
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Dont get me wrong I have always liked being with guys, but i certainly miss gossip, and after something happening being able to look at each other silently, nod, and then giggle in approval, of the silent connection that just took place.
You know those magical moments when something either very funny, or very sexy just happened, and you think...
OMG was I the only one that noticed it? and then you look at your friend and you know you are not alone...
Well... with the guys this never happens....our connections just happen when we are all incredible freaked or frightened, or making fun ( in a very loud way) of somebody else.
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I miss people who like to take care of their clothes
and miss form over function
i miss wearing clothes just because they are pretty

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hey everybody all your outfits are beautiful
well really all my gurls outfits are beautiful
i dont say it enough but they are, maybe ill never tell you that I love you
but ill always say you look pretty and look good when I know you tried hard at it (you dont even have to loook good)
and i really appreciate when you tell me too
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well enough of my ramblings i just wanted to spill some of my girly feelings that have been pent up for a while
today was a weird day
today
I saw nafi at school after years of not seeing her
today I saw barbar also after a longtime
Today i spoke to josefina on gchat first time since she went to europes
today i read caro's entry
all my other gurls i see and talk to often, but thi spost goes to you as well

this post thats about nothing, that says nothing

Shallow like a rain puddle

Sunday, August 15, 2010 at 11:02 PM

Yes, yes I am shallow, I have always kinda known, but it had never quite dawned on me until today. In a close inspection of my latest love targets, i asked myself why did I like prospect number 13 ( the number has been invented to protect the identity of the holder :P!) and while it was a very easy question, my own brain raised the bar by adding, IF HE IS NOT REALLY HANDSOME... and so i had a sudden ephiphany in which i realised most of my last prospects werent cute at all... (most, but not all :O...!) and there it lay the proof of my shallowness( if that word even exists..) I asked again, had they been wearing regular ugly clothes, wouldve you even looked at them?
NO, the answer was NO, i wouldnt even had considered them slightly attractive...! I had been judging and loving men because of the way they dressed... which in anybodys opinion, was totally foolish since most well dressed men dont like women... ( hence my very constant affliction of liking gay men)
It was weird and also comforting to find that out. It was comforting because now that I know, well I can actually find out more about him, than just the amount of pants in his closet, or if he wears bow ties...
I have read several times, that nicely dressed girls often have a positive impact on their boyfriends, either by blackmail, persuassion, advice or osmosis, most men would adapt to his woman's wardrobe choices.... It is quite cool to realize it, cuz it has opened my posibilities on finding new "friends".!

Yeah but im still shallow like a rain puddle.. hopefully just as shallow as a rain puddle after ALEX

IF it makes you happpyyyyy ! then why the hell are you so saaaad

Saturday, July 31, 2010 at 10:48 PM

hmm yeah i kinda love that song because it applies quite often to my life.. well i just finished watching Dan in Real Life and i loooooved it, its a really cute romantic comedy. It stars Steve Carrel and Juliette Binoche (yeah i know girls its kinda hard to get her onto a new role after seeing her in that other cholera stricken movie... sooo creepy) buyt anyways,it was awesome and i even cried a little in the end.. I cry in the weirdest moments... and i dont cry when everyone does, and Im kinda proud I do.
Some friends were telling me i didnt have a heart because I didnt cry in the end of toy story 3, and well why would I, it just seemed so planned and predictable, or predictable in the sense that they wanted to make you cry, because well 80% of romantic comedies end up the same way...

well anyways I was reallly surprised when, as I was seeing the movie Sondre lerche songs kept coming up, and more surprised when i realised ALL the songs where from him, so I saw the special features and apparently he did the complete score.. But you know what I was most excited about?!?!!? that I was going to finally find out how his name is pronounced!!!! I ADORE FINDING THAT OUT!!!!! like the first time i heard Hermione's name ( from harry potter....) in the movie screen and it was prnounced differently, in fact now i think about it, every time I was doubtful about a foreign name I got it all wrong for example

Agyness deyn . first heard her name pronounced in a an interview
Eisley ( the band) It is in reference to the town Mos Eisley in star wars
Sondre Lerche . pronounced LERKA I pronounced it spanish obviously
I think the only one i ever got right is Sufjan Stevens and thats cuz its prounounced exactly the same...
I kinda love Sondre a lot, in fact I had before mentioned how much he looks like Tom Felton, but with musical abilities
OK so this post was totally and completely random ( as always...)
but I leave you with aquestioooon
in which movie ( that wasnt supposed to make you cry) did you cry

Like if it was a movie about a girl dieing from Leukemia, well you are supposed to cry
Or if lassie just reunited the lost dad at sea, of his owner well you are siupposed to cry to
you know... but when have you cried when it wasnt realy expected
when was that suuuuuper corny moment you just couldnt hold it in...
SPILL!

You had me at hello

at 12:44 AM

this post is resumed in: seeing this picture and then someone saying he is probably gay

yoou know there are a couple of situations that get your hopes really really high, then BAM they destroy them.
It would be the equivalent of buying hot dogs for your kids, and then showing them the video of Carnitas and telling them thats where the hot dogs came from

one of them its the OH SO awaited time, when someone you really liked/loved/enjoyed being with/ talks to you after YEARS ( or months.. whatver) of growing apart. You get so hyped, so happy, you are like WOW this is really happening he/she/it finally misses me, and you build all these magical scenarios of wonderful possibilities , while you wait for the next response in the chat ( usually the facebook chat) and then he says something in the lines of:
Im selling this thing would you like to buy it?
Im looking for IDONTKNOWWHOS phone number , do you happen to have it?
hey im participating in this contest i would appreciate if you could go online and vote for me/ my picture/ my band

pretend you are just there standing there and then someone comes and hits you in the gut, PUF all your air is gone and your eyes are watering... well its always like that

another situation :
you are talking to these guy, you are totally flirting and he is basically wonderful
you are just waiting fo the best to happen and then! (SANTA CLAUS DOESNT EXIST!)

-Oh im sorry i have to leave my girlfriend is waiting for me
-would you like to go to the soccer game with me? i NEVER miss a game
-You know most people misjudge poligamy
-OH MY ! we are wearing the same jeans! ( you are wearing girl jeans and a bigger size...)
- My mom thinks i should .....

yeah... i should have low expectations every timee... i guess that would do the trick
ps. i dont like soccer or guys obsessed with it

santos onomasticos batman

Tuesday, July 27, 2010 at 12:54 AM

O well yet another year has gone by, and by another year i do not refer to New year commonly celebrated by our culture in december the 31, no What i meant was the arrival of my birthday.
Yes tomorrow I will become a year older according to what my birth certificate states. 23 years on this earth, andwhile it may be considered a young age, if you think something ( whatever thing) happened 23 years ago; well, its a long time.

I guess i could ramble all I wanted, but in the end i just want to say that being 23 is the least of important ages in my book. I could care less in fact I actually dont, its exactly the same thing from here on to 30. Yes boys and girls we have arrived to the incredibly vague 20's and I think its a beautiful age
the last of your irresponsible youth is quickly escaping from your grip, and you keep trying to hold on, but its like water in cupped hands, it will inevitably flow, grow thin, evaporate,and dissapear. But you will keep your hands moist for a while, and that will be constant reminder of what was.

I was talking to my mother earlier and we were talking about this ladies in local TV, how most of them look better now, than they did when they were younger. And not because of a great diet and good luck, no its just the wondrous power of plastic surgery. Most of them have gone under the knife a couple of times, and ironically their lack of scars is what makes them so proud about it, their last attempt at perpetual youth, at eternal beauty. As we were speaking we mentioned how almost all of those ladies are older than my mom and how only 1 or 2 ( out of dozens) look older than her, and well my mom doesnt look bad at all, but she doesnt look as young as those women in TV either. I told her one of them had a boy a year younger than I am, i remember he was in my old school, and she corrected me and told me, well right now he is your age, having 1 year of difference is no real difference at all.

And it's true, now we start to merge with generations from 4 to 5 years older and 2 to 3 years younger, we are considered more or less all the same age. And that is so WEIRD! I can very clearly remember thinking that people only 2 or 3 years older were SO different and "mature" and how anyone younger than me was lame, I actually had some animosity for anybody born after 1987... now most of the people I hang out with are 89ers 88ers and the evntual 87 , 86 or 85 , I am not going to lie I actually really enjoy the company of a couple of 91ners.
I remember that back in the day ( actually i still do this) I had a preconceived notion that any foreigner I met who wasnt a child, would be older than me, it was of great shock to realize that the foreigners I met this year were actually 2 o3 years younger than me.... and also a bucnh of guys who graduated in december!!!! makes me ask myself if i have wasted my time...

I wish birthdays hadnt been invented and we all walked around just being ourselves and carrying our knowledge. My parents told me that when they were young there was no such thing as birthday parties, cakes or even presents, it was occasionally celebrated but it wasnt the yearly commercial ritual it has become. I was totally surprised when mom told me my grandad didnt know my grandma's age. Whenever they had a new baby he was the one in charge of registering its name, and when he finally went to town to fill the papers, he often forgot how old grandma was and so, in several of my aunts and auncles certificates the age registered for my grandmother didnt match the years of difference between them.
Before, I cared about a boy being younger than me if i was going to like him, right now its irrelevant unless it surpasses the "half your age plus seven rule".
My standards have gotten incredibly lower for alot of things and what I tought I would never do, doesnt sound as crazy right now. And my life dreams dont seem as interesting.

Once you just start enjoying the little things your life gets ten times better ( and easier). IF you keep thinking about the big picture, there's a really great chance you'll never be able to see it completed.

just go day by day, have goals but dont make promises, because we can never say our future is certain.

POST COMBO! damn you Jane austen, you had us all fooled

Sunday, July 25, 2010 at 7:22 PM

ok as I promisedddddd
i will start writing in englishhhh in the hopes of increasing my post count of the month.
This isn't really a post combo since my last post was the day before yesterday... but considering the date of the post before that... well they are really close!
yeahhh
well today we are going to talk about the very serious issue of "waiting" for a man. Anyone who has interacted closely with me during the last semester can tell you that I have become acquainted with this tiny little eye opening book, and that basically it has changed my life for the better, no im not talking about the bible, we have known each other for em.. ever?and no I am not talking about twilight either, it's called "He is not that into you",
You have probably seen its video/movie version were a friendly Scarlett johanson starts dating a married man, and a desperate drew barrymore scavenges the web in search for true love, well when I first saw it with a really close ( and equally single) friend we both laughed, cried, and cursed at the screen ( there wasnt that much audience that day anyway) because we (unfortunately) shared SO much with characters and so we were apalled.
The movie and the book basically revolve around a single and very easy idea.
If a guy is not giving you ( amorous) attention in a regular basis, well HE IS NOT THAT INTO YOU....
it may sound terribly obvious for any guy reading this whiny blog, but for us girls it could take a lifetime ( or not even then) to understand this simple premise...
You wouldnt imagine the amount of excuses a girl can make up to justify the weird behaviour a guy is showing and not only that, but to actually beleive this means he is in love with you
Ill use it with real actual situations that happened to me...

I met this guy and he has well... really hot, we had SO many things in common, from the really simple book movie MUSIC compatibility, as well as the whole explanation to the universe thingy, and well we usually talked and talked on msn, and he was always nice, and we had these really long conversations, so I totally tought he liked me. Well he has a girlfriend right now, and i dont think ive seen him in person for like a year....
the whole time, i kept thinking he liked me, but he never ( ever...) asked me out, and he had numerous ( and pathetically obvious) opportunities to ask me out, and he never did... but i kept thinking he liked me... ( YES, YOU THE MAN WHO IS READING THIS AND PROBABLY LAUGHING, WE GIRLS DO THAT, WE ARE THAT NAIVE)
but soon after i read the book and found out the truth ( the movie isnt as helpful as the book)

ok anooother example ( who is dating somebody else also...)
I once met a boy that I had the nerve to start a friendship with, just to find out he was actually really keen on being friends back, i got a lot of attention and we used to hang out all the time, and we shared alot of really personal things, i kinda fell in love and again kept thinking he was holding out his feelings for some reason. This time well we kept going out ( as friends) and doing all sorts of things together, and ofcourse he shared everything with me! Like his dates, conquests and more than friendly encounters with other girls... well i kept thinking he just likes me alot as a friend ( STOP LAUGHING YOU MISERABLE MAN WHO HAS PROBABLY KEPT READING THIS SILLY THING, ok.. keep laughing at this point i do it myself too) well eventually our friendship did go to a new step, the step called "now that i have a girlfriend i dont need you anymore" and even then ( yes even then) i kept making excuses...
well there are alooot of examples and even though they sound obvious the creative brain of a hurting female can be blind to all these:
IF he is not calling you
if he is not asking you out
If he is not marrying you ( or comitting)
if he is cheating
if he keeps breaking up with you
if he keeps hurting you ( physically psychologically)
if he is not becoming your boyfriend
if he is not touching you
and the list can get as ridiculous as you could never imagine ( i can remember a few examples from things ive seen)
if he is not helping with the upbringing of your child
if he doesnt want people to know about your relationship
if he insists on using you as an ATM
if he ends each sentence in bitch
if he treats better his mom
if he treats better the dog
if he remembers the names and stats of every soccer player in the team, but forgets your middle name
if he wears the only helmet when riding a bike with you
if he is always drunk /drugged while he is with you ( and you are not )

and now to explain the title
we've all seen or read Pride and Prejudice, or Sense and Sensibility both stories have a female lead who finds love when all odds point in the other direction. In one Mr.Darcy ( one of our favourite fictional men) threats her wrong, drives away all love possibilities from her family, is often too proud to be interesting, he doesnt really show his true colors until the very end, when you find out he has basically spent alot of money, time, and effort to be in the good eyes of OH dearest Lizzy... and in Sense and sensibility she loves a men who she finds out is previously engaged, but later he comes back and marries her anyways.
Both stories are what "HE is not that into you " calls exceptions, you will always find at least one woman who defies all odds and lives happily despite all the rules being agaisnt her, the book says treat all your relationships and not as the exception and you will probably live a better, fuller, and less dramatic life.
Because yes girls, Jane Austen had us all fooled, she knew NO Mr. Darcy , she died alone and with only one known big suitor, hers are pure works of fantasy... and storys like that have been making us beleive that all those guys actually liked us, instead of us just realising they werent interested and moving on..
so basicallyif you havent read the book. Read it...
and you know what even after knowing alll of this
I can still hang around waiting for a call, or a SMS or a facebook comment, and start to create all types of scenes of why these havent happened after Ive met a guy. In fact the reason I started writing this post was to get my mind off the waiting, and guess what... IM still waiting
yes
im hopeless but at least i know its not going to happen

dveras nunca se que poner aqui

Friday, July 23, 2010 at 9:09 PM
Bueno eso ya lo habian notado porque rara vez posteo.
Ademas tengo la peor ortografia, sintaxis y redacción... me como palabras y nunca termino ni mis oraciones ni mis parrafos, todo esta por todos lados y eso como ya les habre mencionado es por la falta de lectura en español..... Total ya casi nadamas me rolo por tumblr y la verdad lo amo, las fotos ( como dijo baby) se ven tres mil veces mejor, y tiene un mejor formato y muchisimo mas amigable que blogspot.... Rara vez escribo en tumblr pero cuando lo hago no me siento tan observada ( a pesar de tener muchisimos mas followers alla que aqui) porque no pueden dejar comentarios, a menos que sean mis amigos, o tengan mas de un mes siguiendome... o podria agregarle Disqus ( el programa que usan en varias paginas para dejar comments en los posts) pero pues no estoy interesada... mi tumblr es como una extension de mi mente visual y es tan nose... profundo hasta cierto ppunto, siempre digo que las fotos que tomas no son necesariamente las que te definen, en realidad son las fotos que te gustan por eso en mi flickr profile puse que si querian conocerme que se dieran una vuelta por mis flickr favorites ( los que antes posteaba aqui en un mosaico de 6 x 6) ahora me vengo dando cuenta que he estado haciendo lo que ahora hago en tumblr desde hace mucho... coleccionar imagenes
Tambien me di cuenta que redacto mejor en ingles.... wtf... si si es lamentablemente verdad, y no lo niego, ni lo apruebo, ni lo odio, ni nada es simplemente una verdad mas de mi vida... quiza empieze a escribir mas en ingles aqui y de esa manera me obligue a postear mas seguido.. hmm quiza quiza lo haga
bueno bueno llego la hora de los rantsss
les dejo el nuevo video de SHIS A TIS ( hahah si se que asi no se escribe)
http://tinyurl.com/26k8rc7

bueno ya lo vieron? pues saben que lo que vieron era solo la version TV.... la version oficial ni esta tanto más censurable pero pues odie el video la neta...
la canción me encanto el video pues PFFFFFF es un vil comercialote de american app si para esas queria, me metia a ver verdaderos comerciales de ellos, es como si hubieran hecho un mashup de stock video de american app con todo y las modelos con caras semi orgasmicas, flacas hasta los huesos, la inecesaria muestra de piel desnuda, y no me malentiendan en muchas ocasiones todas estas cosas se ven bien pero cuando estan en contexto,... aqui pues me dan un poco de asco.... aqui a mi no me engañan estan vendiendo el propio nombre de la banda... y es una lastima por el video porque de hecho esta bien editado, grabado, y fotografiado ( por asi decir) el styling esta bien tambien ( no me molesta que usen la ropa de dicha tienda si no que copien su horrible estilo por las mismas razones)
pero pffffffff es un video de lo mas equis ni historia, ni contexto, ni nada de nada son un monton de girls frolicking with or without clothes...
si yo tambien he hecho videos estupidos y sin sentido, lo triste es que hayan desperdiciado la oprtunidad de mostrar algo con tantititito mas contenido de lo que en un futuro pinta como una cancion que agarrara popularidad
tooo bad..

Para los que NO entienden Tumblr

Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 8:51 PM

Hice esta pequeña guia de tumblr para Kevinaxo, pero la verdad es para todos para que se hagan adictos como yo, oie que paso Robot rosa! no he visto que postees cosas en tu tumblrrrr!
Tumblr es basicamente como Twitter, pero Sin bastantes limitaciones que te da Twitter.

hoy en post a secret

Sunday, April 25, 2010 at 12:27 PM
hoy en post a scret una postal me hizo sentirme melancolica
era esta postal, que tenia un secreto mio, como si yo lo hubiera mandado desde aqui
muchos de ustedes probablemente saben cual secreto era, o talvez era un poco complejo el darse cuenta.De cualquier manera me soprendio muchisimo encontrarla.. uno jura que anda por ahi sola, y que nadie comparte sus secretos.
No estamos solos al parecer

hijoles

Wednesday, April 21, 2010 at 10:44 PM

HAHAHHAHA
me encanta esa palabra
como heidi baby me acaba de recordar
SE ME OLVIDO EL CUMPLEAÑOS DE MI BLOG
Y ATIENES UN AÑITOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW es un bebe
es un pobre bebe que no recibe atencion suficiente, y que aun no aprende a caminar..
que solo tiene aproximadamente 125 posts, a comparacion de mi tumblr que tiene 1423 posts
a ver si ya escribo cosas coherentes mas seguido... ( porque claro, este post tiene TODA la coherencia del mundo)
mucho lovs