Era neurótico desde niño? No creo...eso se aprende poco a poco.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Descontrol
Porque las circunstancias a veces parecen imitar los impulsos de cosas que no conocemos sus nombres. Parecido al sueno inexplicable de la niñez, en el que todo estaba blanco, como un vacío. Luego al horizonte aparece una línea paralela a este, que corre de oeste a este, con un punto que la recorre que aparece y desaparece de lado a lado. La línea, se descontrola y empieza a expandir, dejando de ser paralela y creciendo en ángulos agudos repentinos tratando de escapar el centro, oscilando entre noreste y sureste. Haciéndose esta oscilación mas profusa y ruidosa, hasta que todo está lleno de las líneas y su intento de escape. La peor parte de la experiencia. Luego, la línea vuelve a su centro paralelo. Y el vacío esta casi completo como era al principio.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Songs I am currently listening to on repeat
While I'm stressing out about finals *sighs*...
here it goes
These kinds of songs break my heart (I'm too sensitive)...and I'm in the mood for a good crying session... Got to make the best out of these days, so that you can let it all out, and move on.
I imagine listening to this song in the good old times, in a slow dance or something. Intense!
here it goes
These kinds of songs break my heart (I'm too sensitive)...and I'm in the mood for a good crying session... Got to make the best out of these days, so that you can let it all out, and move on.
I imagine listening to this song in the good old times, in a slow dance or something. Intense!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Romance
Conozco muy bien, mis juegos
Entiendo mis desafíos,
Aun cuando presiono las circunstancias,
Extraño el romance de la tv,
El que incluye el slow-mo,
El del confeti, el del Champagne,
El del cortejo, inocente pero serio,
El de los besos, el de los personajes
Que son, pero no son... Que te buscan, te dejan
y siempre estuvieron detrás tuyo.
Los mensajes diarios, la poesía sin sentido,
Pero con doble sentido, con el único propósito
De dejarte saber: me preocupo, quiero que sepas,
Que quiero, haces feliz, un día...como hoy.
Aunque me aburro,
Y lo trato con desdén,
El romance es todo,
Todo con quien fue,
Todo lo que será,
Anhelo, espero, deseo,
Lo efímero del momento,
Unas cuantas veces mas.
Entiendo mis desafíos,
Aun cuando presiono las circunstancias,
Extraño el romance de la tv,
El que incluye el slow-mo,
El del confeti, el del Champagne,
El del cortejo, inocente pero serio,
El de los besos, el de los personajes
Que son, pero no son... Que te buscan, te dejan
y siempre estuvieron detrás tuyo.
Los mensajes diarios, la poesía sin sentido,
Pero con doble sentido, con el único propósito
De dejarte saber: me preocupo, quiero que sepas,
Que quiero, haces feliz, un día...como hoy.
Aunque me aburro,
Y lo trato con desdén,
El romance es todo,
Todo con quien fue,
Todo lo que será,
Anhelo, espero, deseo,
Lo efímero del momento,
Unas cuantas veces mas.
-nuevamente, la permanencia de las palabras ...
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Insect Hunt
As a friend said, it's resurrection week, though some of us don't wish it was like so. I stumbled upon a rather peculiar old playlist in my library called " Cazería de Insectos or Insect Hunz (misspell and pun intended) in english. One of my favorite playlists ever, because it accompanied in my intimate escapades. So here it is, one of my most personal playlists. Hope you enjoy.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
First day in Mérida, México
I love it here. Me gustaria quedarme para siempre. Este es el tipo de extranjero en el que me gustaría vivir.
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Sunday, January 31, 2010
yesterday...
So here I am, at 2:22 a.m.
I didn’t go to the Black Cat’s dance party, but I had a hell of a lot of fun tonight. The universe conspires in one favor, and I like that it does so...and good experiences are the result of one’s own output of good and positive energies that one radiates to everyone else.
I met someone cool today, and on the way back we rode in the back of a pickup truck; cold and in the snow, but pretty awesome!
I didn’t go to the Black Cat’s dance party, but I had a hell of a lot of fun tonight. The universe conspires in one favor, and I like that it does so...and good experiences are the result of one’s own output of good and positive energies that one radiates to everyone else.
I met someone cool today, and on the way back we rode in the back of a pickup truck; cold and in the snow, but pretty awesome!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Giù
Estoy sintiendo los "blues" de la temporada... Sin falla siempre me llega en esta época, y si no es porque el dani me recordó que le había dicho que en esta época siempre me pasaba esto, no me acordaba...
Will get help, but all I can think about is the song from Magnolia...'Save Me'. Nothing out of the ordinary, and it's not like I'm inb depressionb or anything, just that maybe a helping hand will be appreciated.
Will get help, but all I can think about is the song from Magnolia...'Save Me'. Nothing out of the ordinary, and it's not like I'm inb depressionb or anything, just that maybe a helping hand will be appreciated.
Wedding
I dreamed that I was getting married to one of my cousins; but what really surprised me about the whole thing is that I was happy in the dream. The idea of marriage has never been one to stimulate any such meanings/feelings for me. {Which doesn't apply to others as I did get incredibly happy when a close friends made that decision}.
Anyway, the dream was very vivid. It was very much like in the movies: unexpected and with a great photography director. I am not someone who gives light thought to things like these...which drives me crazy.
Suffice to say, that the way things are going right now, marriage is not something that I'm even thinking about. I got compromise-phobia again...
Anyway, the dream was very vivid. It was very much like in the movies: unexpected and with a great photography director. I am not someone who gives light thought to things like these...which drives me crazy.
Suffice to say, that the way things are going right now, marriage is not something that I'm even thinking about. I got compromise-phobia again...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Colonial Bullshit...never ends
Actual letter that I sent today to the registra's office at my university:
To whom it may concern in the Registrar Office:
The purpose of this letter is to ask the proper officials to give attention to a matter that is present on the Testudo webpage (One of the Student Services Webpages of the University), in the registrar section, where I am asked to apply for graduation. The form asks me to put my name as I would like it to appear on the diploma. I found myself with a chance to finally put my whole name and surnames without any hyphen and with the proper punctuation. But when I tried that, the system would not let me insert the proper acute accent on the second o, of one of my surnames. Although this might be dismissed as a simple matter, I find it troubling that my graduation diploma cannot reflect my proper name; a matter that certainly affects my self-esteem and makes me think of the position of minorities in this university. Many times, I have chosen to not put the accent as to avoid confusion as I have received messages where my last name is written in different iterations of the following example: David Col=%7n Cabrera. Furthermore, I find this whole matter incongruent with the more 'diverse' environment the university is trying to promote nowadays.
My request is simple, in that I wish that my diploma displays my full name as it was given to me in Spanish: David Colón Cabrera (where Colón Cabrera are my two surnames). While Americans in the US only have one last name, this is not the case in other parts of the world. As a Puerto Rican, born in a territory of the United States, and a full American citizen by birth, I wish nothing more than that my diploma reflects the birth registration laws of the territory of Puerto Rico, as with any other state. In Puerto Rico both the last names of the father and the mother are reflected in the offspring without any hyphen. In addition, I ask that the second O in Colón, has the proper acute accent. As some might know, without the accent the word has a different connotation in English than what it has in Spanish, which is why I think it important for it to reflect my birth given name. I do not wish to cause any inconvenience, as I know that many do not know or are not trained in putting diacritical marks. Here is a link from Lafayette College that provides the proper computer shortcuts for diacritical marks: http://ww2.lafayette.edu/~langlab/accents.htm.
Thank you very much for your time,
David Colón-Cabrera
To whom it may concern in the Registrar Office:
The purpose of this letter is to ask the proper officials to give attention to a matter that is present on the Testudo webpage (One of the Student Services Webpages of the University), in the registrar section, where I am asked to apply for graduation. The form asks me to put my name as I would like it to appear on the diploma. I found myself with a chance to finally put my whole name and surnames without any hyphen and with the proper punctuation. But when I tried that, the system would not let me insert the proper acute accent on the second o, of one of my surnames. Although this might be dismissed as a simple matter, I find it troubling that my graduation diploma cannot reflect my proper name; a matter that certainly affects my self-esteem and makes me think of the position of minorities in this university. Many times, I have chosen to not put the accent as to avoid confusion as I have received messages where my last name is written in different iterations of the following example: David Col=%7n Cabrera. Furthermore, I find this whole matter incongruent with the more 'diverse' environment the university is trying to promote nowadays.
My request is simple, in that I wish that my diploma displays my full name as it was given to me in Spanish: David Colón Cabrera (where Colón Cabrera are my two surnames). While Americans in the US only have one last name, this is not the case in other parts of the world. As a Puerto Rican, born in a territory of the United States, and a full American citizen by birth, I wish nothing more than that my diploma reflects the birth registration laws of the territory of Puerto Rico, as with any other state. In Puerto Rico both the last names of the father and the mother are reflected in the offspring without any hyphen. In addition, I ask that the second O in Colón, has the proper acute accent. As some might know, without the accent the word has a different connotation in English than what it has in Spanish, which is why I think it important for it to reflect my birth given name. I do not wish to cause any inconvenience, as I know that many do not know or are not trained in putting diacritical marks. Here is a link from Lafayette College that provides the proper computer shortcuts for diacritical marks: http://ww2.lafayette.edu/~langlab/accents.htm.
Thank you very much for your time,
David Colón-Cabrera
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Hmmmm
So estoy aquí solo... Mis pesadillas se hacen realidad en
La manera ma creepy posible. Pero no todo es negativo, porque ya termine mi paper...
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La manera ma creepy posible. Pero no todo es negativo, porque ya termine mi paper...
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Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
This is it?
Sometimes, some things feel ethereal- even not real. Sometimes just the act of going to bed, seems so rehearsed, so planned, that one forgets that it was planned at all (though sometime ago). It's not even taking things for granted, is more like forgetting our lines in the play and improvising. Lately, I've been feeling that exact same way: like I have just been improvising because I forgot the lines that I was supposed to deliver on these scenes. Maybe, this means that I'm no good at plays and would do better at improv comedy. But secretly, I long for the anonymity and simple coreographs of the usher.
Always the undecided...
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Monday, October 26, 2009
What about this so called new life
So I know I was wrong... And now I'm paying for it. But more than just making the mistake of going through my ex's email, the mistake was making you my partner in crime. Though I am busted, I am going to stay silent on your matters my dear... Good or bad times, I have discovered that I am not you.
And this doesn't clear the fact that what I did was wrong, but I'm coming clean and trying to move on...
And now, trying to make ammends.
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
2
This may be old news but I feel way tired. I don't think I have ever worked as hard as I am doing now. Waking up at 8, going to bed at 12 and working all the time in between. Just two more weeks of madness.
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Monday, October 05, 2009
Dust
So much time...
I have had this blog since 2004... yet I deleted my posts from that past...and now I regret that.
I am surprised because I have had my current journal (you know, a paperback old-school blog) for the past 3 years. I have not written everyday in it, but I feel like it has documented a lot of what I think. The usefulness of it all is that I can read back and look at how have I changed (or not) by what I wrote (or what I didn't write). I love that journal...even though I have said several times that it must die sometime soon, I am scared to let go of it. I have decided to continue writing in it, until the pages run out... and then the next one will do its job.
I have had several journals in the past; most of them ended up being not filled up because I was too lazy to write a full account of what was happening with my days...and I hated that. So I think that is why I am attached to this one so much, because it's not rigid and it has provided me with an open framework in which to just write whatever... Reading back, I see gaps and I can identify what I didn't wrote in those months and know exactly why I didn't write it...and that's another point why it's so beloved-ah! my namesake-becuase i don't care if someone reads it sometime in the future and has all kinds of wrong ideas about me. They can say whatever, that I was a racist motherfucker, a homophobe, a woman hater, a xenophobe, a twisted sick neurotic bastard, but they won't get it. Because my journal doesn't have any limits, and whoever reads it won't have the full picture, they will just have what I chose to write...they will just get to know a part of me, and that it's fine with me...but they won't have the pictures that I have when I reminisce about those words, and oh those wonderful gaps...so it will be useless to anybody, but me.
I have had this blog since 2004... yet I deleted my posts from that past...and now I regret that.
I am surprised because I have had my current journal (you know, a paperback old-school blog) for the past 3 years. I have not written everyday in it, but I feel like it has documented a lot of what I think. The usefulness of it all is that I can read back and look at how have I changed (or not) by what I wrote (or what I didn't write). I love that journal...even though I have said several times that it must die sometime soon, I am scared to let go of it. I have decided to continue writing in it, until the pages run out... and then the next one will do its job.
I have had several journals in the past; most of them ended up being not filled up because I was too lazy to write a full account of what was happening with my days...and I hated that. So I think that is why I am attached to this one so much, because it's not rigid and it has provided me with an open framework in which to just write whatever... Reading back, I see gaps and I can identify what I didn't wrote in those months and know exactly why I didn't write it...and that's another point why it's so beloved-ah! my namesake-becuase i don't care if someone reads it sometime in the future and has all kinds of wrong ideas about me. They can say whatever, that I was a racist motherfucker, a homophobe, a woman hater, a xenophobe, a twisted sick neurotic bastard, but they won't get it. Because my journal doesn't have any limits, and whoever reads it won't have the full picture, they will just have what I chose to write...they will just get to know a part of me, and that it's fine with me...but they won't have the pictures that I have when I reminisce about those words, and oh those wonderful gaps...so it will be useless to anybody, but me.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Since
Since
And since I haven't believed in god in a while, I have acquired a very existentialist way of seeing things. But it's absurd that I found myself telling myself to sleep that I should feel better; that my body needs to fight to not get sick. But hey, si me puedo somatizar tan fácilmente cuando me siento mal, porque no hacer lo contrario...
-- Mobile Post
And since I haven't believed in god in a while, I have acquired a very existentialist way of seeing things. But it's absurd that I found myself telling myself to sleep that I should feel better; that my body needs to fight to not get sick. But hey, si me puedo somatizar tan fácilmente cuando me siento mal, porque no hacer lo contrario...
-- Mobile Post
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Lo interesante
Que interesante es el ejercicio de la especulación. Nos mueve a averiguar, a formular escenarios y realizar ejercicios mentales para estimular algún sentimiento. Lo curioso es que nos pasa a todos, ya seamos averigua'os, indiferentes, soñadores, paranoicos, hipocondriacos, etc. Muchas de nuestras conversaciones diarias son meramente especulaciones y nos damos cuenta de ello. El primer paso es ser conciente de lo que se nos escapa sin filtro...
... luego hablamos
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... luego hablamos
--Mobile Post
Monday, August 24, 2009
My indie shit sneaks up on me...
Igual que cuando escuche "Retorciendo palabras de amor" de Fangoria el año pasado, y todo "clickeó" (aunque ya la había escuchado en el verano de una manera en la que predecía la muerte de la relación como la tos de un poeta tuberculoso en el siglo 18) así paso cuando escuché "it dont move me" de Peter, Bjorn and John.
"Forget photos and letters
All the people that matter
They don't move me no more
You don't move me no more
And you're no longer mine
It's suprising how rapidly
We were changing from you and me
No matter how you count, oh no
It will go to show
When history is done
And everything is over
Just to keep us warm
It's slowly getting colder
There's nothing to explain
It's hard to stay the same
History is done
And everything is gone"
-- Post From My iPhone
"Forget photos and letters
All the people that matter
They don't move me no more
You don't move me no more
And you're no longer mine
It's suprising how rapidly
We were changing from you and me
No matter how you count, oh no
It will go to show
When history is done
And everything is over
Just to keep us warm
It's slowly getting colder
There's nothing to explain
It's hard to stay the same
History is done
And everything is gone"
-- Post From My iPhone
Monday, August 17, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Foodie
Keeping a food journal for the week. As I haven't been feeling all
that great for like a month now. Sucks when your tummy is acting
weird...
that great for like a month now. Sucks when your tummy is acting
weird...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Escritos del pasado
15/oct/2006
¿Quién soy?
Soy la colección de pensamientos y acciones que mi entorno conoce y
recrea como David...
-Los recursos gastados en búsquedas idílicas pueden ser reutilizados
en una búsqueda temporal del yo (o el tú) que está siendo construido
en estos momentos.
Aún no se quien soy...
El sol angulado, pero aún fuerte, retoma posesión de sus súbditos,
mientras estos, unos cuantos pocos ensalzan la gloria de su dicha. No
hay hambre pues tomo mi comida del mar, quién la comparte. "Siendo yo
el el servidor, Poseidón actúa en mi favor y me trae a mis pies su
ofrenda, como un banquete en bruto". Y se alaba, se exalta y se ama...
Entonces, ¿Porqué existo?
-Tomando prestadas ideas pasadas y poseídas, es tu deseo lo que
subordina a toda prerrogativa.
Nadie ama a alguien más de lo que se supone.
-¿No es eso lo que todos hacemos?
Mentira...eso es egoísmo.
-¿Porqué?
Porque se espera retribución de la idea originalmente altruísta.
-¿Quién la desvió?
Eso que aún no conozco. Obligar al sol.... aún más, pedirle al sol
bajar su intensidad es ser una mente más que ha sido quemada en su
mayor perturbación. Nada Hace sentido.
-¿Y que deseas?
Contraponer ideas en el parque, para poder dormir, jugar, disfrutar,
descansar y fornicar con el regocijo de nuestro señor Jesucristo. Ser
uno y ser yo, y el otro y usted. Casarme con un epicureista que admire
al hermano estoico y no vice versa. Placer desenfrenado, sin admitir
el beso en espiral del parasítico Ero. Saber que no es falso y ser un
visitante de la normalidad de vez en vez.
-¿Que tal un cello, un violín junto con tu propia banda sonora?
¿Quién te crees que eres? ¿Quién eres?
-No soy más que un deseo masoquista de lo poco que conoces.
----
...
-¿Que hacer entonces?
Vivir en los extremos como muy bien sé solo trae placer temporero
hasta banal. Ser completamente autosuficiente es nada más que una
fantasía prestada de seres mas fríos que tu. Ser completamente
dependiente trae mil problemas adicionales. En este caso un balance no
es un sueño, sino algo imperioso, pues se sufre de ambos y se goza
poco.
-Sabiamente reitero mi posición; y al no sentir que necesito de su
explicación, mejor no decir nada.
Friday, May 01, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
La mecánica de los sueños
Sentí que fue impresionante como pude ver concretamente algo tan abstracto como el caer en los sueños. La sucesión te lleva a un sitio oscuro, pero iluminado como la noche. Un bosques, en una colina, en la que tu cara se ve traslúcida ene l centro. Y ves tu cara pero tu estás en el lado opuesto elevándote hacia arriba, y mientras te elevas ves como de la luz del centro sale una galaxia, un sistema de planetas que se forma y gira alrededor del punto blanco. Se expande el centro de luz y sabes que estás en el sueño, manipulándo los sucesos mientras los sueñas.
Weekend
Eventful weekend... And I did little school work, but I had a lot of
fun. I realized that small surprises are still a lot of fun. It made
me remember that a bit of the so called good times, can make you have
faith again in other people. Not everything is as it seems, and a
little bit of pain can bring the joy of new skin growth over those old
scars. You are not as bad as others think and you are not that ugly
person that you sometimes thought you were... Cogito ergo sum, cuando
deje de pensar seré como el resto...
And I admire those that challenge me to keep reading and get
better...like my family and some friends...
fun. I realized that small surprises are still a lot of fun. It made
me remember that a bit of the so called good times, can make you have
faith again in other people. Not everything is as it seems, and a
little bit of pain can bring the joy of new skin growth over those old
scars. You are not as bad as others think and you are not that ugly
person that you sometimes thought you were... Cogito ergo sum, cuando
deje de pensar seré como el resto...
And I admire those that challenge me to keep reading and get
better...like my family and some friends...
Nonetheless you still rock them, like war scars.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
No más...
Ultimamente, todo se siente tan etéreo...
Tan no abstracto... Irreal, surreal e hiperreal...
Solo algo sentido, me hace volver a un estado no letárgico...(aunque estoy orgulloso de mi productividad ultimamente)
Algo que está ahí, pero no lo está...
¿Porqué pasan cosas como estas?
¿Porqué hay cosas que se acaban de repente y otras aparentan ser buenas aún mas allá de su fecha de expiración?
Esto es demasiado raro y enfermizo... me voy a esconder de todo esto, y a botar la botella de Ketchup que compré en septiembre y se expira en menos de un mes...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
ego
So funny that I read that last post just now and think about the situation (*the breakup mentioned is not about the ex*) and just feel nothing...
blank...
zero...
still I have to work some shit out, because I have to deal with certain attitudes that I have.
blank...
zero...
still I have to work some shit out, because I have to deal with certain attitudes that I have.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Fidati di me...Laura Pausini
Quando ti diranno che tutto fa schifo
e che una via d'uscita non c'e'
che di questa vita non puoi fare il tifo
quando smetterai di chiederti perche'
non credere che non ci sia
un'altra strada in fondo a questa bugia
non credere che non verra'
una canzone a dirti la verita'
fidati di me
ho sbagliato anch'io
quando per paura non ho fatto a modo mio
fidati di me
non buttarti via
anche se il regalo di un miracolo non c’e’
almeno fidati di me
quando ti diranno che se tocchi il fondo
non puoi risalire piu' su
e se ti metteranno nel cuore un comando
per non farti mai scoprire chi sei tu
non credere che non ci sia
un'altra aurora in fondo a questa follia
non credere che non verra'
una canzone a dirti la verita'
fidati di me
ho sbagliato anch'io
quando senza orgoglio non ho fatto a modo mio
fidati di me
non buttare via
l'ultima occasione che aspettavi dentro te
adesso fidati di me
quando ti diranno che
non puoi chiedere di piu'
che fai bene a camminare a testa in giu'
oltre a questa ipocrisia
devi credere che c'e'
non un muro ma un futuro anche per te
fidati di me
ho sofferto anch'io
quando per coraggio ho visto il mondo a modo mio
fidati di me
non buttarti via
anche se il regalo di un miracolo non c’e’
almeno fidati di me
laura: fidati di me
cori: ho sbagliato anch'io
laura: quando per paura non ho fatto a modo mio
laura: fidati di me
non buttarti via
fattelo un regalo se un miracolo non c’è
almeno fidati di me
e che una via d'uscita non c'e'
che di questa vita non puoi fare il tifo
quando smetterai di chiederti perche'
non credere che non ci sia
un'altra strada in fondo a questa bugia
non credere che non verra'
una canzone a dirti la verita'
fidati di me
ho sbagliato anch'io
quando per paura non ho fatto a modo mio
fidati di me
non buttarti via
anche se il regalo di un miracolo non c’e’
almeno fidati di me
quando ti diranno che se tocchi il fondo
non puoi risalire piu' su
e se ti metteranno nel cuore un comando
per non farti mai scoprire chi sei tu
non credere che non ci sia
un'altra aurora in fondo a questa follia
non credere che non verra'
una canzone a dirti la verita'
fidati di me
ho sbagliato anch'io
quando senza orgoglio non ho fatto a modo mio
fidati di me
non buttare via
l'ultima occasione che aspettavi dentro te
adesso fidati di me
quando ti diranno che
non puoi chiedere di piu'
che fai bene a camminare a testa in giu'
oltre a questa ipocrisia
devi credere che c'e'
non un muro ma un futuro anche per te
fidati di me
ho sofferto anch'io
quando per coraggio ho visto il mondo a modo mio
fidati di me
non buttarti via
anche se il regalo di un miracolo non c’e’
almeno fidati di me
laura: fidati di me
cori: ho sbagliato anch'io
laura: quando per paura non ho fatto a modo mio
laura: fidati di me
non buttarti via
fattelo un regalo se un miracolo non c’è
almeno fidati di me
Efecto Dominó de Chetes
Estar en control solo es una idea
que te hace sentir feliz
mi preocupacion solo me envenena
no hay forma de predecir
que sera de mi
que sera de mi
Parece que todo se dio
en automatico
como un efecto domino
asi como llega el amor
sin anticipacion
como un efecto domino
En cada carretera hay una desviación
Te toman por sorpresa y pierdes el control
Eventos en cadena cambiando sin razón
Y es cuando te preguntas
Que es lo que será de ti
Que será de ti
Parece que todo se dio
En automático
como un efecto domino
asi como llega el amor
sin anticipacion
como un efecto domino
mira hacia donde te llevo
como un efecto domino
hacia donde me llevara
hacia donde me llevara
hacia donde me llevara me llevara
Parece que todo se dio
en automatico
como un efecto domino
asi como llega el amor
sin anticipacion
como un efecto domino
mira hacia donde te llevo
mira hacia donde te llevo
como un efecto domino
como un efecto domino
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
The come back...
How about what happens now that I came back...
I wish I could have a bit more days of slacking off... This is the perpetual conundrum
I wish I could have a bit more days of slacking off... This is the perpetual conundrumFriday, March 20, 2009
Coming of age
Though I just turned 24, I feel like I have much I learn and absorb
not very much different than a child or a teenager. Although it is not
disputed that I am older and wiser than a child or a teenager (despite
what some people might say), I know with certainty that there are
moments when learning things by ways of transgressing unknown rules is
no less embarassing. This is one of the many reasons why I think I'm
in the process of 'coming of age'; I'm still transgressing my way into
the adult world and there is a long way to go here in the US.
not very much different than a child or a teenager. Although it is not
disputed that I am older and wiser than a child or a teenager (despite
what some people might say), I know with certainty that there are
moments when learning things by ways of transgressing unknown rules is
no less embarassing. This is one of the many reasons why I think I'm
in the process of 'coming of age'; I'm still transgressing my way into
the adult world and there is a long way to go here in the US.
I Am where I am
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&q=35.165207,-109.484596%20%28Wide%20Ruins%20Arizona%2086502%29
On my way to Las Vegas From Santa Fe
Friday, March 13, 2009
Zero Onán
Me siento tan triste y a la misma vez tan patético por sentirme tan
desesperado... Siento que extraño mi cyber extensión llamada laptop.
Esta semana no pude hacer mucho por culpa de la incompetencia de los
técnicos a cargo del reparo... Y me voy este lunes para una
conferencia sin la laptop...
Y estoy un fin de semana solo, sin el individuo, sin laptop, sin
universidad (porque está cerrada por el Esprin Breik) y sin poder
hacer muchos trabajos... Plus sin poder ver mis películas...
Solo los libros que saqué de la biblioteca a última hora me
acompañan.
desesperado... Siento que extraño mi cyber extensión llamada laptop.
Esta semana no pude hacer mucho por culpa de la incompetencia de los
técnicos a cargo del reparo... Y me voy este lunes para una
conferencia sin la laptop...
Y estoy un fin de semana solo, sin el individuo, sin laptop, sin
universidad (porque está cerrada por el Esprin Breik) y sin poder
hacer muchos trabajos... Plus sin poder ver mis películas...
Solo los libros que saqué de la biblioteca a última hora me
acompañan.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
I figured....
That a cooking show might not be that bad after all...I'm cooking things everyday that are very cheap and very tasty... I think I'll start posting pics here...
like my brunch today
:D beats doing nothing on these snow days
like my brunch today
:D beats doing nothing on these snow days
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Lo etéreo del deseo
Sentía que crecía y crecía...pero no tenía memoria de cuando sucedió. Por todo lo que sabía, era como una mariposa que juraba haber siempre sido una.
-“Que frío hace”-se dijo, mientras pensaba en lo extraño que era escuchar su voz. Pensamientos que giran alrededor de lo sucedido: entendimiento, ¿Conciencia? Que ridiculez...el frío, las arañas, los ocasionales insectos, y la pregunta que nos plaga a todos, el origen...
Una comunicación etérea sucedió en ese momento. Ni siquiera se rebajó a las abstracciones de la semántico y fonologías antropomorfas, si no que con una estimulación mental no esperada hasta miles de años mas tarde en fundaciones cósmicas lejanas, se daba un habla, que no era habla en sí. Sentidos eran expuestos, y el otro los recibía; energías eran transmitidas y el remitente las interpretaba. Poco quedaba para la auscultación de quien fuese. Movimientos tan anormales como la brisa del viento, cambiaban el sentido, las energías, los gestos. Así es que si la luz del sol decidiera dirigirse hacia cierto punto, tal punto sería empujado por una coma, y diversos resultados se recibieran. Quisiera concretizar esta descripción, pero siento que no le hago justicia. La lectura de un libro, no describe del todo este flujo tan abierto al estímulo. Lo más cercano, será presentado.
El libro se irguió.
Mientras se abría y hojeaba sus propias páginas con su vaivén particular, la planta recibió su presencia. La reconoció, pero se mantuvo sin moverse. El libro dio un suspiro.
-“Yo tampoco sé de dónde vengo. Pero intuyo que de alguna manera u otra, tenemos mucho en común”-
El libro entendió claramente el mensaje. Aún así, no encontró como esconder su desesperación ante la asumida arrogancia de la planta. Pero la planta creció una pulgada más ese día; una pulgada de entendimiento y miedo de su destino.
-“Que frío hace”-se dijo, mientras pensaba en lo extraño que era escuchar su voz. Pensamientos que giran alrededor de lo sucedido: entendimiento, ¿Conciencia? Que ridiculez...el frío, las arañas, los ocasionales insectos, y la pregunta que nos plaga a todos, el origen...
Una comunicación etérea sucedió en ese momento. Ni siquiera se rebajó a las abstracciones de la semántico y fonologías antropomorfas, si no que con una estimulación mental no esperada hasta miles de años mas tarde en fundaciones cósmicas lejanas, se daba un habla, que no era habla en sí. Sentidos eran expuestos, y el otro los recibía; energías eran transmitidas y el remitente las interpretaba. Poco quedaba para la auscultación de quien fuese. Movimientos tan anormales como la brisa del viento, cambiaban el sentido, las energías, los gestos. Así es que si la luz del sol decidiera dirigirse hacia cierto punto, tal punto sería empujado por una coma, y diversos resultados se recibieran. Quisiera concretizar esta descripción, pero siento que no le hago justicia. La lectura de un libro, no describe del todo este flujo tan abierto al estímulo. Lo más cercano, será presentado.
El libro se irguió.
Mientras se abría y hojeaba sus propias páginas con su vaivén particular, la planta recibió su presencia. La reconoció, pero se mantuvo sin moverse. El libro dio un suspiro.
-“Yo tampoco sé de dónde vengo. Pero intuyo que de alguna manera u otra, tenemos mucho en común”-
El libro entendió claramente el mensaje. Aún así, no encontró como esconder su desesperación ante la asumida arrogancia de la planta. Pero la planta creció una pulgada más ese día; una pulgada de entendimiento y miedo de su destino.
Hombre Bicentenario
Asimov es un genio.
Acabo de ver la película (nada de sueño aunque son las 3:18 am) y me encantó. Ahora quiero con más ganas leer el libro. La película toca en la existencialidad humana que reflejan los robots. I, Robot (quiero decir Yo, Robot pues lo leí en español) presentó muchos aspectos de la humanidad y los avances tecnológicos de una manera tal que no comprometían nuestro futuro en un nihilismo post-apocalíptico.
Asimov es un genio, y se está ganando ese espacio en mi vida, reservado para mi autor favorito.
Bicentennial Man se convierte en una de las películas más influyentes en mi vida...ahí ahí con Magnolia.
Acabo de ver la película (nada de sueño aunque son las 3:18 am) y me encantó. Ahora quiero con más ganas leer el libro. La película toca en la existencialidad humana que reflejan los robots. I, Robot (quiero decir Yo, Robot pues lo leí en español) presentó muchos aspectos de la humanidad y los avances tecnológicos de una manera tal que no comprometían nuestro futuro en un nihilismo post-apocalíptico.
Asimov es un genio, y se está ganando ese espacio en mi vida, reservado para mi autor favorito.
Bicentennial Man se convierte en una de las películas más influyentes en mi vida...ahí ahí con Magnolia.
Ojos
Es un suceso triste cuando sientes que alguien se aleja de ti. Aunque no siento esa tristeza en estos momentos, se me hace fácil reconocerla en otras personas...
Observo los ojos de los otros, y veo como el interés se apaga y recogen toda su vergüenza y la presentan, como su última excusa...pero, de cualquier modo se van...
Se muy bien lo que es ese despecho, en especial la risa de los que no quieren entender y se acogen en sus prerrogativas; ¿Que mas da?
Aunque no me sumo en esa tristeza ahora mismo, el cosmos me dio sensibilidad hacia ella... y aunque no la perciba, sienta o sufra ahora mismo, siento con mucho dolor la mirada de aquel que busca en otro ese je ne sais quois, quel perché, that what happened?...
No hay respuesta que satisfaga... Como dice Moby:”Sientes por dentro que todos se van, sientes tu alma queriendo escapar!”
Cuando veo que alguien ve su confianza traicionada, siento una gran volición que me asienta y me revierte pensamientos/sentimientos oximorónicos... pena alegre, tristeza satisfactoria,empatía que me aisla [pensando en como fui/soy y como siente el otro/como siento yo], etc...
Solo envío energías positivas a aquellos que se encuentren en tal situación, todo se pondrá mejor; atestiguo tal cliché....Pues estoy mejor
“I've seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room --
In search of Something -- as it seemed --
Then Cloudier become --
And then -- obscure with Fog --
And then -- be soldered down
Without disclosing what it be
'Twere blessed to have seen --”
Emily Dickinson
Observo los ojos de los otros, y veo como el interés se apaga y recogen toda su vergüenza y la presentan, como su última excusa...pero, de cualquier modo se van...
Se muy bien lo que es ese despecho, en especial la risa de los que no quieren entender y se acogen en sus prerrogativas; ¿Que mas da?
Aunque no me sumo en esa tristeza ahora mismo, el cosmos me dio sensibilidad hacia ella... y aunque no la perciba, sienta o sufra ahora mismo, siento con mucho dolor la mirada de aquel que busca en otro ese je ne sais quois, quel perché, that what happened?...
No hay respuesta que satisfaga... Como dice Moby:”Sientes por dentro que todos se van, sientes tu alma queriendo escapar!”
Cuando veo que alguien ve su confianza traicionada, siento una gran volición que me asienta y me revierte pensamientos/sentimientos oximorónicos... pena alegre, tristeza satisfactoria,empatía que me aisla [pensando en como fui/soy y como siente el otro/como siento yo], etc...
Solo envío energías positivas a aquellos que se encuentren en tal situación, todo se pondrá mejor; atestiguo tal cliché....Pues estoy mejor
“I've seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room --
In search of Something -- as it seemed --
Then Cloudier become --
And then -- obscure with Fog --
And then -- be soldered down
Without disclosing what it be
'Twere blessed to have seen --”
Emily Dickinson
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Soy como una esponja tipo monstruo
Absorbo las emociones a mi alrededor, las interpreto e incorporo tal
sentimiento como una extremidad mas de mi cuerpo. Como la esponja que
soy, tengo muchas caras y ninguna es definitiva en declararse como la
verdadera. Como organismo normal, percibo las amenazas y respondo
girando mi cuerpo para mostar la cara adecuada. Nada sin dolor...
Porque la faceta que quisiera que me representara está cubierta por
brazos adicionales y ojos malévolos. Me vuelvo más grande cada vez
que incorporo una pieza más en mi conciencia, pero una cara
transformandose te mira la próxima vez. Quisiera que no provocaras que
me creciera este nuevo hueco, pero soy una esponja.
sentimiento como una extremidad mas de mi cuerpo. Como la esponja que
soy, tengo muchas caras y ninguna es definitiva en declararse como la
verdadera. Como organismo normal, percibo las amenazas y respondo
girando mi cuerpo para mostar la cara adecuada. Nada sin dolor...
Porque la faceta que quisiera que me representara está cubierta por
brazos adicionales y ojos malévolos. Me vuelvo más grande cada vez
que incorporo una pieza más en mi conciencia, pero una cara
transformandose te mira la próxima vez. Quisiera que no provocaras que
me creciera este nuevo hueco, pero soy una esponja.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Music of my life
This is flying around in Facebook, so I had a few minutes of boredom so... here it goes
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For the first question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button TWICE
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...just type it in man!
7. Tag 10 people, and they have to do it too :)
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
Opening Credits: I Can't Wait -The White Stripes
Waking Up: Window - Fiona Apple
First Day at School: Up Against the Wall- Peter Bjorn and John
Falling in Love: Oh, Injury- Rasputina
Losing Virginity: The Imploding Voice- The Smashing Pumpkins
Fight Song: In the End - Linkin Park
Breaking Up: Lunchbox - Marilyn Manson
Prom: Never Let 'Em - Nelly
Life: You Don't care about us- Placebo
Mental Breakdown: Little Star - Madonna
Driving: Our Faces Split the Coast in Half- Broken Social Scene
Flashback: The Letter - A*Teens
Getting Back Together: Malice - Terrorfakt (lol, nothing says back together like industrial)
Wedding: Que no te haga bobo Jacobo - Molotov
Birth of Child: Merry Happy - Kate Nash
Final Battle: Reverie - Lacuna Coil
Death Scene: Tschusch Domos - :wumpscut:
Closing Credits: The Water - Feist
Directors Cut Footnote: You take my breath away - The Knife
so, what... no Britney?
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For the first question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button TWICE
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...just type it in man!
7. Tag 10 people, and they have to do it too :)
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
Opening Credits: I Can't Wait -The White Stripes
Waking Up: Window - Fiona Apple
First Day at School: Up Against the Wall- Peter Bjorn and John
Falling in Love: Oh, Injury- Rasputina
Losing Virginity: The Imploding Voice- The Smashing Pumpkins
Fight Song: In the End - Linkin Park
Breaking Up: Lunchbox - Marilyn Manson
Prom: Never Let 'Em - Nelly
Life: You Don't care about us- Placebo
Mental Breakdown: Little Star - Madonna
Driving: Our Faces Split the Coast in Half- Broken Social Scene
Flashback: The Letter - A*Teens
Getting Back Together: Malice - Terrorfakt (lol, nothing says back together like industrial)
Wedding: Que no te haga bobo Jacobo - Molotov
Birth of Child: Merry Happy - Kate Nash
Final Battle: Reverie - Lacuna Coil
Death Scene: Tschusch Domos - :wumpscut:
Closing Credits: The Water - Feist
Directors Cut Footnote: You take my breath away - The Knife
so, what... no Britney?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
:)
Que rico se siente escuchar música en español...de momento me dio tanta felicidad...
for the sake of people who (might) read this in english:
I just felt awesome listening to music en spanish...i dunno what brought this, but it made me happy...
for the sake of people who (might) read this in english:
I just felt awesome listening to music en spanish...i dunno what brought this, but it made me happy...
I am part of the elite...
Not really, but in mind I'm sorta there...
These past few days I have been a bit hateful towards certain people (mainly dumb people)...
Though in no connection to the last post, I sometimes feel like I am member of the egocentric bourgeoisie.
These past few days I have been a bit hateful towards certain people (mainly dumb people)...
Though in no connection to the last post, I sometimes feel like I am member of the egocentric bourgeoisie.
Love is...
Love is a bourgeois thing...
It’s simple as it sounds...
Upper class is interested somehow in keeping their riches among themselves... So they just get interested (most of the time) with other people that want to do the same thing.
Lower class is so caught up in the circumstances that most of the time, deprive them of full liberty, and thus most of the time end up in relationships they didn’t intend to get into (translation=unplanned pregnancies and lots of them).
Thus middle class is mainly the one that indulges in such a folly called love. They have enough time to waste time away in how grand it can be, but not enough to actually ‘live it’. Among other things, it is the bourgeoisie that always ends up being too caught up in this ‘love’ sentiment. Part of another power ideology.
Oh and, don’t beat me up for being too simplistic, I know I am... but nonetheless, I’m right...
It’s simple as it sounds...
Upper class is interested somehow in keeping their riches among themselves... So they just get interested (most of the time) with other people that want to do the same thing.
Lower class is so caught up in the circumstances that most of the time, deprive them of full liberty, and thus most of the time end up in relationships they didn’t intend to get into (translation=unplanned pregnancies and lots of them).
Thus middle class is mainly the one that indulges in such a folly called love. They have enough time to waste time away in how grand it can be, but not enough to actually ‘live it’. Among other things, it is the bourgeoisie that always ends up being too caught up in this ‘love’ sentiment. Part of another power ideology.
Oh and, don’t beat me up for being too simplistic, I know I am... but nonetheless, I’m right...
Monday, February 09, 2009
if you're going to do something good...
Why take a picture to show the world that you are indeed helping poor kids in Haiti? or visiting sick children at the hospital? I mean, what is the point?
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Came back...
My Onan came back :)
Now, I may talk about this later but all I can think now is that today was the day that I cried in front of my professor...
Now, I may talk about this later but all I can think now is that today was the day that I cried in front of my professor...
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
so...
Friday...
I don't get how some people get so excited about Fridays...
Maybe it's because my schedule is not as rigid in terms of Monday-Friday like many people...
anyway, I might go down to DC tonight... maybe just stay home holed up watching tv (which is great too) as I won't have company today :(
Maybe I'll read because i finished Foundation and Empire and I just took out of the library Second Foundation, so even though I have to read quite a lot for school, I'm in for some fun treats with my books...
Bon appetit...
ps. the link in the last post is back up...
Addio!
Dumbledave
I don't get how some people get so excited about Fridays...
Maybe it's because my schedule is not as rigid in terms of Monday-Friday like many people...
anyway, I might go down to DC tonight... maybe just stay home holed up watching tv (which is great too) as I won't have company today :(
Maybe I'll read because i finished Foundation and Empire and I just took out of the library Second Foundation, so even though I have to read quite a lot for school, I'm in for some fun treats with my books...
Bon appetit...
ps. the link in the last post is back up...
Addio!
Dumbledave
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
A long time ago...
I used to talk about myself in third person... like December 2005!
The Link
such a long time ago...
anyway, perusing through cyberspace I read a little something that I found disturbing (in a 'your wrong' kinda way, not the 'you disgust me' kinda way)... People should not attack other people just because they have inferiority complexes (yes, I took a bit of psychology (my major) so I know a bit like I said) and in general terms, I hate that people attack 'institutions' and people in those institutions without even knowing the full story... and that's why those people are at the bottom of the evolutionary continuum, even though they may boast they know a lot about it.
Dumbledave out...
The Link
such a long time ago...
anyway, perusing through cyberspace I read a little something that I found disturbing (in a 'your wrong' kinda way, not the 'you disgust me' kinda way)... People should not attack other people just because they have inferiority complexes (yes, I took a bit of psychology (my major) so I know a bit like I said) and in general terms, I hate that people attack 'institutions' and people in those institutions without even knowing the full story... and that's why those people are at the bottom of the evolutionary continuum, even though they may boast they know a lot about it.
Dumbledave out...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I do
It hasn't been that much of a long time...
(pero tiene razón víbora violeta...es difícil 'updeitiar' esto cuando uno está tan feliz...y con esa cursilería, me ne vado!)
(pero tiene razón víbora violeta...es difícil 'updeitiar' esto cuando uno está tan feliz...y con esa cursilería, me ne vado!)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
new pleasures...
I've discovered a new way to indulge myself, and it involves sliding down a mountain on a board.
I tell you the pleasure of doing it, was indescribable...
I tell you the pleasure of doing it, was indescribable...
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Nobama...
This is going to be short and sweet...
well, not that sweet...
Obama chose Rick Warren to pray at his inauguration, in his spirit of inclusiveness and what not...
But, in his message of inclusiveness and foreign policy he mentioned he would 'initiate' talks with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, but that doesn't mean that he would invite him to say his inauguration prayers, or will he?
Rick warren is a bigot, that has spread hateful messages against jews and the LGBT community. Condemning the jews to hell and comparing homosexuality with bestiality and pedophilia. Is his message that far away from Taliban doctrine?
If he is inviting a bigot to pray for the 'blessing' of his entrance into office, I am having doubts about his future decisions...
This is not good...and I am tired of being treated as a second class citizen!
well, not that sweet...
Obama chose Rick Warren to pray at his inauguration, in his spirit of inclusiveness and what not...
But, in his message of inclusiveness and foreign policy he mentioned he would 'initiate' talks with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, but that doesn't mean that he would invite him to say his inauguration prayers, or will he?
Rick warren is a bigot, that has spread hateful messages against jews and the LGBT community. Condemning the jews to hell and comparing homosexuality with bestiality and pedophilia. Is his message that far away from Taliban doctrine?
If he is inviting a bigot to pray for the 'blessing' of his entrance into office, I am having doubts about his future decisions...
This is not good...and I am tired of being treated as a second class citizen!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Exciting news from the island
Good days
Happy days
Drama...ugh! But still...
Friends
Alcohol
Good times
Trips...
Overall everything is awesome...
Happy days
Drama...ugh! But still...
Friends
Alcohol
Good times
Trips...
Overall everything is awesome...
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Layover
I am in St. Thomas...layover...still on the plane, cause they won't
let us get down...I saw someone with a Dean Koontz book... Barfed a
little in my mouth.
let us get down...I saw someone with a Dean Koontz book... Barfed a
little in my mouth.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
random
I was trying to get to my blog and this is what came up
here
anyway...I'm loving Junior Senior :) Brings me happiness...
here
anyway...I'm loving Junior Senior :) Brings me happiness...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I woke up today...
To the feeling of a tender hand on my face...
The embrace...
The kisses on the forehead...
The tenderness of it all is enough to melt my cold heart over and over
again...
The embrace...
The kisses on the forehead...
The tenderness of it all is enough to melt my cold heart over and over
again...
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
creeped up on me...
Well, these are my songs at the moment...
Kiss Kiss Kiss by Yoko Ono (Remixed with Peaches)
The End by De/Vision (which has some really uplifting lyrics like...)
and Electropop by Jupiter Rising
Kiss Kiss Kiss by Yoko Ono (Remixed with Peaches)
The End by De/Vision (which has some really uplifting lyrics like...)
- I'm unimpressed
By everything you do
You make me sick
I never wanna be like you
Your hollow words
Opinions all cut-and-dried
I know it hurts
But sometimes reality bites
You are the end
You are the end
I'm the beginning
and Electropop by Jupiter Rising
I wake up everyday
Not thinking twice about what I just did...
Is this my home? Is this real? Is he really the end?
Is this my home? Is this real? Is he really the end?
Monday, December 08, 2008
it's great
I sleep
I hug
I sing
I dance
I drink
I watch
I touch...(in very subtle way)
I smile
I enjoy every minute
I work
I get cold
I talk
I eat
I lie there...
and now I reflect
I hug
I sing
I dance
I drink
I watch
I touch...(in very subtle way)
I smile
I enjoy every minute
I work
I get cold
I talk
I eat
I lie there...
and now I reflect
Friday, December 05, 2008
i'm just a pawn
The universe is playing with my well being...
I'm listening to Pandora and this song comes up, but since I am working I am not fully listening to what it is saying. Most of the time when I'm listening to Pandora I bookmark the songs that come up and rate them and what not... again, I'm working so I'm not doing this as much as I want to cause I'm supposed to be doing something else...
Then this song comes up, and I liked it (a lot), so I decided to interrupt my work for a minute (little did I know) and bookmark the song, only to find out that the song is called: Your Ex-lover is dead
some of the lyrics...
"God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...
....
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save..."
and there you have it...
I think the universe is trying to make me feel better by echoing what I feel...and it's working.
I'm listening to Pandora and this song comes up, but since I am working I am not fully listening to what it is saying. Most of the time when I'm listening to Pandora I bookmark the songs that come up and rate them and what not... again, I'm working so I'm not doing this as much as I want to cause I'm supposed to be doing something else...
Then this song comes up, and I liked it (a lot), so I decided to interrupt my work for a minute (little did I know) and bookmark the song, only to find out that the song is called: Your Ex-lover is dead
some of the lyrics...
"God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...
....
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save..."
and there you have it...
I think the universe is trying to make me feel better by echoing what I feel...and it's working.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
How can I...
Separate myself from this cyber extension???
It seems like I'm so attached to this shit...
almost sickening!
It seems like I'm so attached to this shit...
almost sickening!
Dream about me...
The knight wanted to rape the maiden, or something like that. Me and another noble tried to dissuade him by stating that it was almost nightfall and that they were near the green crystal. When that didn’t convince him much, I grabbed the crystal by it’s long chain and started hurling it like a pendulum from side to side towards him. The girl screamed and left the scene while the perpetrator got scared and transfixed at the crystal, which he also fled. But it was too late, the guardian of the crystal came out of her room and admonished him for such behavior and he ran away. I put the crystal back where it was, and went to the next room as the meeting was going to start. The door closed. I waited in the other room, everyone dressed in their best clothes. And inside the room came in Queen Elizabeth and sat next to me, I was her ‘Robin’, although she was the only one sitting and I had a nice big dress too (no boobs though). While some other noble was talking purposefully in what could be the said the purpose of the meeting, the queen whispered to me. “Shall we punish him?” To which I replied, “Of Course, my queen”. It was decided that he should be deprived of many privileges, after the meeting was over.
And then we took pictures. The cast of Twilight took the stage, and Bella whispered in my ear, her true feelings and wishes...”Not in this theater, not next year”...
It all was in the Parisian/Cape Townian nightscape....
edit: I wrote this morning, so...I'm not going back to correct the grammar and syntactic mistakes. Do what you want with it.
And then we took pictures. The cast of Twilight took the stage, and Bella whispered in my ear, her true feelings and wishes...”Not in this theater, not next year”...
It all was in the Parisian/Cape Townian nightscape....
edit: I wrote this morning, so...I'm not going back to correct the grammar and syntactic mistakes. Do what you want with it.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Careful my young padawan...
Careful my young padawan...
Careful must I be
Critizing my anthropology fathers
Is going to get my head chopped off!
Careful must I be
Critizing my anthropology fathers
Is going to get my head chopped off!
Crazy...
I realized today that if someone were to make a film about me, it will
be really easy for that person to capture me as a really crazy/
eccentric person. I mean, my behavior is just plain irrational
sometimes...
be really easy for that person to capture me as a really crazy/
eccentric person. I mean, my behavior is just plain irrational
sometimes...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Healed...
This wound is already healed...
I had an amazing weekend... One that I will remember all my life
edit:
Wow, I always knew that my relationship with Ricardo had an expiration date...
At least I saved my own life on the way
I had an amazing weekend... One that I will remember all my life
edit:
Wow, I always knew that my relationship with Ricardo had an expiration date...
At least I saved my own life on the way
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Ghosts...
A friend told me yesterday that I have ghosts in my apartment...(half-jokingly)
I don't believe in that kind of thing, but I do hear and see stuff in my apartment, (which he also heard)...but I think I kinda like them... they're not annoying, so why would they be scary?
anyway...
what is with Rick Astley in the Macy's Parade? of all places, the cartoon network float?
Rickrolled...
I don't believe in that kind of thing, but I do hear and see stuff in my apartment, (which he also heard)...but I think I kinda like them... they're not annoying, so why would they be scary?
anyway...
what is with Rick Astley in the Macy's Parade? of all places, the cartoon network float?
Rickrolled...
Matteraso
I'm in bed...
and I'm writing for my papers...
And all I can think of is how stupid I really was, when I tried to hold on to some things...
I'm all better now! It's all good!
I'm a professional now...
I'm a friend now...
I'm smiling now...
Even though it's cold...
Epiphanies!!!
and I'm writing for my papers...
And all I can think of is how stupid I really was, when I tried to hold on to some things...
I'm all better now! It's all good!
I'm a professional now...
I'm a friend now...
I'm smiling now...
Even though it's cold...
Epiphanies!!!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I am a walrus...
Wait wait wait...
I need to clarify this (last post) for my own sake:
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache...
As Ms. Apple clearly puts it...
But if anyone actually knows that reference, they will get it...
I need to clarify this (last post) for my own sake:
This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache...
As Ms. Apple clearly puts it...
But if anyone actually knows that reference, they will get it...
again...why?
I'm falling again...
I have been down this road before, and I hope it doesn't turn ugly like many other times...
But in the meantime, let me enjoy this newfound feeling of...
Interés por alguien bien afín... ahora, si solo supiera que el dulce no está disponible, me conformaría con pasear al frente de la dulcería todos los días y hablar pacíficamente con el dueño...
But enojoying it nevertheless...
I have been down this road before, and I hope it doesn't turn ugly like many other times...
But in the meantime, let me enjoy this newfound feeling of...
Interés por alguien bien afín... ahora, si solo supiera que el dulce no está disponible, me conformaría con pasear al frente de la dulcería todos los días y hablar pacíficamente con el dueño...
But enojoying it nevertheless...
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Crap!
In just one month, I'll be back to vacation on the little island I still call home.
Which apart from the good news that entails...it also means that I have to get some serious work done!!!
This has been a tough semester, not impossible, but tough...and it's going to get tougher now!!!
The only day I plan to take off is Thanksgiving...
Which apart from the good news that entails...it also means that I have to get some serious work done!!!
This has been a tough semester, not impossible, but tough...and it's going to get tougher now!!!
The only day I plan to take off is Thanksgiving...
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Development
Lately I have been reading a lot about development studies in Anthropology. Check it out, cause if it wasn't for these classes, I would've never heard of this.
I don't have much to say on the topic at the moment, but I get the impression that this is a very important area in social studies, as a lot of our actions here in the US affect in many many ways, the so called developing countries.
At the same time this whole development studies thing, help us to challenge our notions of what is a developing country and what not...
Here are some other links:
UN Development Studies
Study Abroad in Thailand
Development Anthropology
I don't have much to say on the topic at the moment, but I get the impression that this is a very important area in social studies, as a lot of our actions here in the US affect in many many ways, the so called developing countries.
At the same time this whole development studies thing, help us to challenge our notions of what is a developing country and what not...
Here are some other links:
UN Development Studies
Study Abroad in Thailand
Development Anthropology
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wizard of Oz
So I watched the movie today... what a trippy movie. But Oh well...
Am I the only one that's perturbed by the fact that she KILLED two witches in just one day... is this for children?
Oh well...
Moving on to Memento now...
Am I the only one that's perturbed by the fact that she KILLED two witches in just one day... is this for children?
Oh well...
Moving on to Memento now...
Friday, November 14, 2008
Dream again...
Finally I had a lovely dream...
A dream where I'm not running for my life or plain thinking of He-who-must-not-be-named...
I want to live in a place like that...
A dream where I'm not running for my life or plain thinking of He-who-must-not-be-named...
I want to live in a place like that...
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
the awesomeness...
That is Chetes...
It's in Spanish so...I will do the appropriate thing and switch to Spanish.
Este cantante mexicano solía estar en la banda Zurdok, y aunque no lo conozco de esa época. Su material reciente es el que me llama más la atención. Escuché la canción Efecto Dominó esta mañana y me encantó...
"Estar en control solo es una idea, que te hace sentir feliz..."
...Back to work
It's in Spanish so...I will do the appropriate thing and switch to Spanish.
Este cantante mexicano solía estar en la banda Zurdok, y aunque no lo conozco de esa época. Su material reciente es el que me llama más la atención. Escuché la canción Efecto Dominó esta mañana y me encantó...
"Estar en control solo es una idea, que te hace sentir feliz..."
...Back to work
The greatest story ever told…
Pardon my incoherence…this was a dream
I'm in Silver Spring and me and my friends are looking for a place to eat, as they turned down all the places I know I suggest we take the bus to downtown. I think I was like 12 here. We decided to walk up to our house then, but we see the police and paramedics taking a body away. We run to the scene and find out that someone was just murdered there. But nobody seemed to care as the workers were still painting the big building. The building was so big, but at the same time it was so badly constructed that it was not evenly constructed everywhere, kind of like those old buildings you see in Santurce (old section of town in the capital), but oh well. I saw one of the workers in the ladder fall down beside me and cringe to death while I just stood there with my indifference. Then I tried to go through the uneven edges of the two buildings, but thought it wasn't worth it anymore because it was such a long time ago whenI did it (when I was a little kid) and when they reconstructed it they eliminated the door that was there. The building was being painted a pale yellow. I see a ghost at the end that is walking in the rocky path, the same rocky path me and my brother tried to cross when we were little but found out too hard and painful to do it barefoot. The ghost was walking towards me crossing the path and I I though, THAT IT CAN'T BE. Robert showed me what his clothes would look like if he actually crossed that path, ages and ages ago. Which he did, because it was him!
I jumped into the old helicopter that was on the overgrown grass and sat there for a while, my nana came and I decided to turn it on…and it did! I flew around dangerously close to some people and saw my brother and waved at him… The memory of our grandfather was still alive!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
believe...
...
It's amazing how disrupted and calm you can be at the same time.
You may feel like your insides are crumbling, because the truth is so hard to swallow, and yet you smile-you smile like you mean it...except, that you actually mean it.
Esto no es sobre Litio, ni ninguno de sus lovechildren, solamente una respuesta natural...tan natural como las hojas que ves caer todos los días...cada escena es diferente cada minúsculo segundo que dejas de prestarle atención. Pero te sientes aludido, porque las hojas caen y no en el mismo lugar...y aunque cambian de tono, se secan-la mortalidad no pierde este juego, esto no es House...Sientes el frío-tan largo y continuo este frío...Sabes que la expectativa te dió por loco, y te dejó esperando en Starbucks. Pero no todo es malo, porque en la espera te tomasté un café- aunque no el mismo que pides siempre (white chocolate mocha, non fat milk con syrup de almendra)-y conociste a Björn...
"Te diste cuenta?" me dice...
"Lo que me di cuenta, es que hablas perfecto español...como podría agredecer tal entendimiento?"
"Marry me..." he says while he...
...
It's amazing how disrupted and torn you can be, and appear to be calm...Because you were reminded that it is not all over...that you still have to deal with some minor details...
But for the first time in my life, I am surrendering ambiguity; and I don't want to talk about it! Not with you anymore...I am done...and I am free to feel however I want about this...
It's amazing how disrupted and calm you can be at the same time.
You may feel like your insides are crumbling, because the truth is so hard to swallow, and yet you smile-you smile like you mean it...except, that you actually mean it.
Esto no es sobre Litio, ni ninguno de sus lovechildren, solamente una respuesta natural...tan natural como las hojas que ves caer todos los días...cada escena es diferente cada minúsculo segundo que dejas de prestarle atención. Pero te sientes aludido, porque las hojas caen y no en el mismo lugar...y aunque cambian de tono, se secan-la mortalidad no pierde este juego, esto no es House...Sientes el frío-tan largo y continuo este frío...Sabes que la expectativa te dió por loco, y te dejó esperando en Starbucks. Pero no todo es malo, porque en la espera te tomasté un café- aunque no el mismo que pides siempre (white chocolate mocha, non fat milk con syrup de almendra)-y conociste a Björn...
"Te diste cuenta?" me dice...
"Lo que me di cuenta, es que hablas perfecto español...como podría agredecer tal entendimiento?"
"Marry me..." he says while he...
...
It's amazing how disrupted and torn you can be, and appear to be calm...Because you were reminded that it is not all over...that you still have to deal with some minor details...
But for the first time in my life, I am surrendering ambiguity; and I don't want to talk about it! Not with you anymore...I am done...and I am free to feel however I want about this...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Redeemed!!!
Redeemed!!!
And in one hour and a half I was able to read two chapters for class,
one more chapter for an end of semester project, do the summary for
said project and install windows xp on my mac...
I freed myself from the Sunday curse!!!
And in one hour and a half I was able to read two chapters for class,
one more chapter for an end of semester project, do the summary for
said project and install windows xp on my mac...
I freed myself from the Sunday curse!!!
Sunday indeed...
This sounds like a long overdue echo, but Sundays suck!
I didn't do anything all day.
I didn't do anything all day.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
parties and get togethers...
I've been having fun here with a few of my new friends...
and that's it!
I've been having fun... And when days like these just keep on coming, I don't have much to say.
I just say thanks to the cosmos for letting me enjoy a nice evening...
Thanks to the friends that lend their ears for my woes, my cheerfulness, my rants...even my cravings :)...
I'm thankful that at least, I'm being able to move on without looking back that often; and even when I look back, my step doesn't quiver...
I'm taking big strides here, and I hope they don't get smaller with time.
---------------------------
and that's it!
I've been having fun... And when days like these just keep on coming, I don't have much to say.
I just say thanks to the cosmos for letting me enjoy a nice evening...
Thanks to the friends that lend their ears for my woes, my cheerfulness, my rants...even my cravings :)...
I'm thankful that at least, I'm being able to move on without looking back that often; and even when I look back, my step doesn't quiver...
I'm taking big strides here, and I hope they don't get smaller with time.
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Saturday, November 08, 2008
Stupid, stupid people of the US
It's true that we have come a long way and we elected our first African-American president. But it's sad that the LGBT community is still being treated as second class citizens. Worst of all is that in the states where these discriminatory laws got passed, they were supported by more than the majority of Latino/Hispanic and African-American that voted.
Seriously? How the hell can you be black or Latino and still discriminate towards others? Towards your brothers and sisters?
How the hell? I mean what the fuck? How can you discriminate against LOVE?
And then there are stupid people like this Solomon Brown from California. An African-American young man that voted for Obama and voted in favor of prop 8, and then he says:
" He had no qualms about voting for Obama, either, and adds that his choice wasn't related to race. But he worries what moral beliefs will be taught in coming years.
"I don't want a man and a man to be married," Brown said. "When I have kids, I don't want them to see that."
Still, he says he doesn't hate gay people and has several gay friends. He emphasizes that he dislikes the fact that people are gay, but not the individuals themselves.
"I can't be prejudiced against them, with me being an African-American," Brown said. "That would be hypocritical in my eyes.""
How is that OK? How is it OK to dislike the fact that people are gay? How is it OK to just say it in NATIONAL PRESS??? I mean can I be honest here and just say that I dislike the fact that people are black? or Latinos? Because, they were born that way right? They didn't choose to be black or Latino, right? How the hell is that different from gay people? I would be so criticized if I ever said: "Yes, um I like keebler crackers, but oh no, I'm sorry, black people? No, I dislike them.
How is it OK to still treat some people like that? "I dislike how you were born and I'm sorry but it disgusts me so much that my children shouldn't be exposed to such an atrocity...
"But hey let's put on some sex and violence here on tv just for the kids. right? RIGHT? How is that any different from any white bigot that 'dislikes' Jews or Blacks just because they are that way? In what century are we? I seem to be lost in some anachronistic vortex here.
Seriously?
You Solomon Brown are a prejudiced little fucker, cause you are judging them by saying you dislike the fact they are gay? You disgust me, and personally i am tired of being (as they say) TOLERANT to people who are just plain stupid.
This is just too much...I'm starting to become a bit of a misanthrope...
Seriously? How the hell can you be black or Latino and still discriminate towards others? Towards your brothers and sisters?
How the hell? I mean what the fuck? How can you discriminate against LOVE?
And then there are stupid people like this Solomon Brown from California. An African-American young man that voted for Obama and voted in favor of prop 8, and then he says:
" He had no qualms about voting for Obama, either, and adds that his choice wasn't related to race. But he worries what moral beliefs will be taught in coming years.
"I don't want a man and a man to be married," Brown said. "When I have kids, I don't want them to see that."
Still, he says he doesn't hate gay people and has several gay friends. He emphasizes that he dislikes the fact that people are gay, but not the individuals themselves.
"I can't be prejudiced against them, with me being an African-American," Brown said. "That would be hypocritical in my eyes.""
How is that OK? How is it OK to dislike the fact that people are gay? How is it OK to just say it in NATIONAL PRESS??? I mean can I be honest here and just say that I dislike the fact that people are black? or Latinos? Because, they were born that way right? They didn't choose to be black or Latino, right? How the hell is that different from gay people? I would be so criticized if I ever said: "Yes, um I like keebler crackers, but oh no, I'm sorry, black people? No, I dislike them.
How is it OK to still treat some people like that? "I dislike how you were born and I'm sorry but it disgusts me so much that my children shouldn't be exposed to such an atrocity...
"But hey let's put on some sex and violence here on tv just for the kids. right? RIGHT? How is that any different from any white bigot that 'dislikes' Jews or Blacks just because they are that way? In what century are we? I seem to be lost in some anachronistic vortex here.
Seriously?
You Solomon Brown are a prejudiced little fucker, cause you are judging them by saying you dislike the fact they are gay? You disgust me, and personally i am tired of being (as they say) TOLERANT to people who are just plain stupid.
This is just too much...I'm starting to become a bit of a misanthrope...
Friday, November 07, 2008
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Obama won
...and I'm in the 7th floor of the library...
hidden away reading my stuff...
Cause the professors here like me... and they care about me :)
hidden away reading my stuff...
Cause the professors here like me... and they care about me :)
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
election day
I don’t know how to feel about this...I mean, what if Obama doesn’t win? I’ll be devastated for sure, but I will all be given up?
Not only because of Obama, but what is happening in certain states where people want to take away rights, instead of conceding more. The same goes for the governor’s seat and legislature back home. There is one particular candidate, that I think has great popularity, but it’s the worst candidate in so many ways. His is ultra conservative, wants to strip away the reserve status of areas of great ecological importance and wants to do make law in an amendment that will make it so, that only married couples are married. This affects not only affect homosexual and lesbian couples, but also people who live in consensual marriages...People overlook these things, even my family does, but when you vote for a candidate, you vote for the whole package...you’re getting him/her and all his/her goodies!
I hope this turns out for the best...
Not only because of Obama, but what is happening in certain states where people want to take away rights, instead of conceding more. The same goes for the governor’s seat and legislature back home. There is one particular candidate, that I think has great popularity, but it’s the worst candidate in so many ways. His is ultra conservative, wants to strip away the reserve status of areas of great ecological importance and wants to do make law in an amendment that will make it so, that only married couples are married. This affects not only affect homosexual and lesbian couples, but also people who live in consensual marriages...People overlook these things, even my family does, but when you vote for a candidate, you vote for the whole package...you’re getting him/her and all his/her goodies!
I hope this turns out for the best...
Sunday, November 02, 2008
really, why?
I should have seen it coming...
When we first started going out, and a little problem came in the way, He wouldn't want to talk about, he was always up for forgetting everything in order for everything to be calm. I on the other hand, wanted to confront everything when it happened (or at least in a reasonable time after everything subsided)... I got everything off my chest, more than a week ago...
Thank God, I’m not waiting for his debriefing call, to clear things up on his side (cause he thinks I have the wrong idea)...
so...why am I still thinking about this?
When we first started going out, and a little problem came in the way, He wouldn't want to talk about, he was always up for forgetting everything in order for everything to be calm. I on the other hand, wanted to confront everything when it happened (or at least in a reasonable time after everything subsided)... I got everything off my chest, more than a week ago...
Thank God, I’m not waiting for his debriefing call, to clear things up on his side (cause he thinks I have the wrong idea)...
so...why am I still thinking about this?
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