Monday, November 27, 2006



Hate crappy days, hate crappy people and hate people who blame others of their own misery. Today I GOT ALL OF THAT IN LESS THAN 2 HOURS! Imagine my thrill...
I started going to that dark place I hated so much. But I realized I've got enough sadness on my own to add up bitterness. I refuse to become what she wants me to be. I will not be the person he is. I won't be any of them.

How much hate, regrets and frustration should one have in order to say such hurtful and bitter words? Don't want to be that person, so I've stablished some ground rules:

1. If you hate your life so much... leave. If you stay, then shut up.
2. Its not my fault, last time I checked I was the daughter.
3. I don't care if your life sucks, don't try to make mine suck too just because you're bittered.
4. Get the hell away from me, stop hurting and begin healing.
5. I'm done with guilt.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Estamos caminando en círculos....



I find myself going back to that place
I'm just lost, can't find myself
I have no name, have no soul
Remembering the lies I once told
Playing with fire, getting burnt
Love the feeling of control

I find my mind travelling miles away
I find myself crying once again

How much do I need to cry?
How hard, how bad?
I need a clean start,
I need a brand new heart

I need you to let me go
Stop the lies, tell the truth
Don't give me that kiss
Please don't make this real

I can't stop now
Here we go, back to one
All I can do is hold on tight
Just stay here, next to my heart


The wound just keeps bleeding
My heart just stops beating
As your hands touch my skin
My body trembles, I can feel

I can't do this anymore
Go away, leave me alone
I can't love what I never had
I can't keep giving you my life

divagando..

No es bonito cuando tengo dilemas. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Sin embargo, algo más fuerte que yo me hace caer de nuevo en el mismo circulo vicioso. En mi defensa: yo no se decir que no (bueno, ok tal vez no). Mi falta de asertividad se convierte en un problema cuando mi mentecita loca vuela y mi ardilla caliente sale de control. No es bonito. Bueno si, pero no es moral ni politicamente correcto. jajaj..
El punto es que nos encontramos en la disyuntiva (mil veces ya vista) de la lujuria o más que lujuria.

Problema: Alguien que yo conozco (jaja o sea yo) pierde interés y los hombres incorrectos le causan sentimientos muy correctos jaja

Posibles alternativas de solución:
1. Ignorar a todos (algo que sucede muy a menudo)
2. Aplicar la demi moore (thats new)
3. Aplicarse con alguien que tiene potencial (uy demasiado new.. miedo)
4. Regresar a old habits.. (no comments)

Bueno otro comentario al margen de esto es lo que lei en el blog de mi baby. No puedo evitar comentar al respecto:
En principio me parece una groseria que atacaran asi al pobre de Mostafa.. (jaja digo tmb a quien se le ocurre llamarse asi y ponersele panter a la policia en un país donde realmente creen que todos son terroristas en potencia si no se apellidan Smith o se llaman Bill o Joe) de todos modos Mostafa tiene derechos!..ok.. out of my sistem..

Bueno sacado el coraje e indignación debo confesar que me dio mucha risa... no es que yo disfrute esa cosas pero me dan risa! Vi el video y si, me rei... (bad bad me...note to self: spank yourself later)Entonces me acorde de cuando vi a un señor atropellado (no le paso nada solo se cayo y se lleno su pancita de lodo y agua) y me ataque de risa. Eso me lleva a la conclusión de que realmente se me pegan los cables... a quien le da risa eso? jajaja a mi! ok.. suficiente (second note to self: spank yourself again.. uy starting to like this... ok.. stop)Y bueno tmb me recuerda cuando mi baby y yo imaginamos que atropellaban a una personita y reimos mucho... (hablame de imaginarte cosas con el rabillo del ojo)...thats not normal.. but really who needs normal? jaja

Bueno, después de esta maravillosa y liberadora divagación, me retiro. Yo tambien solo daba señales de vida... jeje no tengo tiempo para escribir bonito

Uy nota al pie: hoy el peje toma posesión como pre'idente jejeje que coqueto.. me encanta cuando juega a ser grande..así como cuando eres chiquito y dices: "a que yo era astronauta" awwww.. lo aaaaaaaamo


uy dulcesito.. jejeje...

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Time



It took me a long time to realize
I may not be the one
It took me a lot of tears
loosing all those fears

I do not know if we'll find our way back
To be finally able to get that far
To call each other home
Make it right and find love

It's kind of hard to see you may not be the one
I guess it takes many wrongs to get a right

I guess Im just getting closer to the light
Its getting brighter as I walk
Its getting easier to talk

The ride is just fun
I like it now even more
The road has gotten less bumpy to walk on
The scenery is getting prettier as I go

Its just a matter of time
to get it finally right
So give me time, give me love
Give me something to hold on