August 25, 2008
August 22, 2008
Is there such a thing as friends? Does it even exist, beyond the concept? There is people you like and you may see once in a while to share some time, stories, even ideas. Or to laugh and have a beer and hang out once in a while/year. Is that friendship, and if not, what it is? I suppose if I have to ask myself that it is because I do not have any true friends, or I am not a good friend myself, but does anybody, really? Maybe I am just incapable of it, as my test always say //does not play well with others//Still, I wish I did. I wish I were able to go out of the shell. Overall, I think it is selfishness, pure & raw. Mine, of course. I am just not good friend material. I like being alone, I actually crave it once I am in a social situation with people that distress me... //Now I sound autistic// But at the end of the day I do need them. I do feel lonely. Then I start talking to myself, & back, and think too much and never allow myself to do things like I did yesterday, just break the rules, go out and have a beer and laugh and be under the rain and bitch about whatever and talk about how you feel. Nothing happens, the world as it is known does not turn around. Everything was ok and fall in its place after it. But why the fear? What is wrong with me that I do not let myself be happy, or just at least be. Why am I always so stressed out? I am beggining to think I do need friends and laughs and fun and lightness and just get the fuck out of here. But I am much of a scared good little girl who pretends or wish to be bold strong woman. I have fears, and I feel lonely, and I have that sentiment that never in my life has ever let me go: Nobody likes me. This at 32. Another voice within, more quiet & more wise, tells me instead: It is you who do not like anybody, and no the other way around. All else it's a mirror.
I will keep pondering on this.
I will keep pondering on this.
August 21, 2008
Sone que las mexicanas usaban burqa. La burqa era un saco de patatas. De esos amarillos de red.
He aqui my take on the matter (como exupery yo no se dibujar, o mas bien solo dibujo mujeres desnudas, asi que cmo el dibujo un elefante dentro deuna boa yo dbujo una mujer desnuda, dentro de un saco de papas):
August 20, 2008
August 19, 2008
I am addicted to Weeds.
My problem is, after a Weeds I and Weeds II marathon on DVD, I need my season three fix like, now.
Gee. Wish I had my own dealer?
August 18, 2008
I want my martian wish.
David: So what made you think that I would be a good match for a boy who spends most of his time in a box?
The novelette the book is based on, written by David Gerrold, actually won the hugo and nebula awards (1994/95).
August 12, 2008
Aw. Lovely movie.
Jessie: [after their fight] Why didn't you tell me you were having an operation?
Maurice: I didn't want to cheer you up.
Ian: Do I look like a fool? Do I?
Ian: Answer me!
Maurice: Don't tempt me. I haven't had my tranquilizer yet.
August 11, 2008
Sí, Polar estaba loco, estaba solo, estaba triste. Y ante los locos, los solos, los tristes, no cabe más que dejarlos a solas con su locura, su soledad su tristeza.
El niño, la golondrina y el gato
La naturaleza era la vida, y él, sentado en su piedra mientras tomaba café, llegaba a considerarse tan importante, tan grande y tan pequeño a un tiempo, que no podía comprender cómo los hombres se empeñaban en hacinarse en las ciudades, respirando humo y engaños para sobrevivir en una existencia estúpida y absurda.
El arca de Noé
August 08, 2008
August 07, 2008
I am currently obsessed with this game.
I am stuck with one of the last puzzles, though... And loving Professor Layton british accent failing one and every time.
Ohh! How embarrasing... Frankly... I am ashamed... I suposse I thought wrong...