Its funny how after listening to many wisdom like words, knowledge that comes after life times and all that kind of mamba jamba all you can do is forget them, missplace them somwhere behind your brain after someone says "Give your love, open your heart... Not your legs"... Seriously, fuck 'em...

sHadows of the Sun

“You have the talent, you just dont trust it” or “Im glad you are speaking again” with out of course the following “you are not as stupid as you look”. Who wouldn’t love to hear someone saying those words as the moments of despair and sadness and stupidity wash over you?
Ok. Ok! Ive been watching way to many movies lately and yes, those are obviously lines not written but spoken and chosen simply by me. Right this very second there is a “new”, barely fresh and undiscover Joshua Jackson/made in Italy/ drunken priest and bitter old writer going on. You do remember him right; he used to play Pacey and then the blond/gay guy from Cruel Intentions. He leads next to the cute girl from Meet Joe Black. And yeS! The movie just got better cause they are dancing “sway me more” (cute version, not the Pussy Cat dolls one).
I forgot my point, but that’s fine because I was just trying to babble something out and had Word open given the hint that writing is hard, and because it is it should be fought for, looked for and lived for.

I know it’s the worst tv show in life (ok, maybe not so bad) but I love MADE. Stars in Mtv (5 pm) and it deals with teenagers who are basically tiered of who they are and where they have come to be in life. Its pretty much a makeover show with the difference of having people doing something totally different that what they are used to. I think that’s great!!
People is forced to make a change and to deal with things they may be sacred of. How many times have you said “ill change!! I swear” it s hard. To make a change not to say it.
Been there many times.
And so the movie had a mushy mushy end with people on horses and trains and birds involve. Lovely. It was Italy after all. (It is lovely and I am planning on fighting for it, trust me.)
ohh its going again at 11.30, will be catching more quotes this time jejeje.

“You never stopped writing; you just stopped putting the paper next to the pen”
Shadows of the sun-

the little prince

the little prince
Originally uploaded by little pieces....

it is only with the heart
that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Es gracioso como van cambiando las cosas. Como aveces tenemos uqe llenar el silencio con palabras un poco tontas.
Yo estaba dormida y el teléfono sonó. Y nunca m imagine. Y las buenas noticias viajan tmb. Y los buenos amigos se dejan ver, o bueno, oir o leer por lo menos.
Los mejores regalos son los que no esperas, así uqe una llamada y una bufanda sin mechas se llevaron el premio. Aunque las pelis siempre serán bien recibidas jejeje =)
No puedo subir fotitos!! ;)

De fiestas navideñas

Y al parecer el espíritu de la Navidad ha traído de todo; luce de colores, personas lejos, cámaras bonitas (jeje), bufandas medio feitas, posadas y pasteles de fruta. Pero claro, no podía faltar el ingrediente estrella; el estrés!
Ayer, después de pedir permiso para ir a cenar suchis a Galerías con mis amigas por ser el cumple de una de ellas, después de medio enojarme por que "no te vas a arreglar? Pónte un sueter bonito, te vas a ver toda desarreglada.." fui me cambie, me puse una blusa uqe no me gusta y partimos, por que era a las 8 y ni modo uqe me regrese solita tan tarde!
OK. LLgamos de pasada a comprar cajas, se fue la luz. y había perritos en jaulas y hacía frío, mucho. Más de lo normal.. y mi stomaguito empezo a doler y doler y doler. Nos fuimos a Galerías, un tráfico de la fregada claro por uqe como se imaginan dicha plaza está pero hiper llena. En fin, después de casi 30 min de camino llegamos. Y sí, corrí al baño, donde nada pasó.

El caso fue que he sentido lo uqe siente la gente cuando todos pasamos por un lado y no hacemos caso a los demás uqe están ahí. Mi mamá fue a comprar una botellita de agua a Samborns por que en Sear no había agua natural (jeje me siento no sé que) y yo quedé ahí, sentada en una banquita esperando a que ella regresara con eso y unas pastillas.
Cómo les explico que ni la señora uqe llegó a sentarse a un lado mío, qué me vio la cara de me estoy matando y que me vio pasarme los papelitos mojados y hacer cara de asco por la baba en mi boca dijo "está usted bien?" pregunta básica para los primero auxilios (aunque no quería la sacudida gracias).
Decidí no quedarme a cenar y aunque ya eran las 8 no me sentía como para caminar hasta el otro lado de la plaza para decir "no puedo venir" entonces ya en el coche le marqué a Angie, le dije que me sentía mal y que no podía ir.
Se imaginan cuanto tardamos en SALIR de Galerías? Cómo 20 minutos!!!
por fin llegamos a la calle que acaban de pavimentar, los que no hayan pasado por ahí, se acuerdan de una calle frente al Antonio Caso y detrás de la Autonoma o sus prepas que estaba empedrada? ah pues, hace dos días y pavimentaron, y tengo el "orgullo" de decir que sí, soy una de las primeras pesonas uqe detiene su coche, pone las direccionales, se baja y escupe en ella. No es bonito, pero en realidad me sentía mal..
En fin, ya casi se acaba. Sólo faltan 2 regalos, bueno 3. Mañana cena de navidad y el domingo una formalidad aburrida. Hoy a empacar. Los regalos, uqe yo no voy a ningún lado jeje.
Bueno, creo que la conclusión es, síi, la gastritis regresó.
Tantan. ;)

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"I used to sit on the banks with a raft and watch the water roll lazily by.
One day I pushed my raft into the shallows of the water and found the water moved swifter than I thought, but my raft was actually a little rowboat.
Then, after some time I rowed my little boat into deeper water. There were great storms, mighty winds, tremendous waves, and sometimes I felt so alone.
But I have noticed my little rowboat is now a mighty ship manned by my friends and loved ones, and beautiful calm seas, warm sunny days, and nights filled with comfortable dreams always double after a storm.
Now, I could never go back and sit on the bank, in fact, I search for deeper water. Such is life when lived. "
***************B D Gulledge**

Smile Today!!!!!

I guess Im just not that kind of girl. Maybe Im not suppose to be first, ever. Maybe Im not meant to be great, grand. Maybe Im not all that, not now and not ever. Maybe not the kind of girl that makes it all at the first try and gets it right. Maybe Im not that girl, it is that lenguaje that I dont speak. The kind that offers and opninion and still is heard. The kind that speaks and is heard, in any ocassion. The kind that has a reason, a passion, a something to belong to. Maybe not that girl either; long nails and all... Maybe I should just remember to be the bitter in te sweet and the vinager in the salad. I'll be fine, what if instead of living in a normal filled with desitions world, I just go live in a cave??

If thats how it is then, where do I sit?

I have no right to complain, because my own problems are not ours and thats just how it is. Trying to get it out is silly enough to do it in real life, maybe in the one that is fake it isnt so hard or stupid. I mean, I know people that has lived like this for like, always. Its like no biggie but Im in this place (take it as the huge world) to confusse and be confussed about life and thoughs and opinions and what kind of candy you should eat and what kind of color we should use. Anyway...guess we need someone to call the shoots in our life, and doing it ourselves is not good enough.

Maybe I shoud be happy because I have the opportunity to learn how to follow someone else. Maybe.. maybe I just want to sing.

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Any one heard of the HOLGA cameras?? Soviet Union-plastic- japanesse bad ass copy- over exposed photos everytime cameras. Yeap, the ones photographers use to take those bright funny colored pics. There is a web site http://lomography.com/ that sells them and has pics and things and stuff. And its fun. Definitly an alternative to big, heavy, over expensive cameras... not as pretty though.

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