lunes, 22 de diciembre de 2008

Espejos

Un día pensé que vivía en un espejo. Que vivía en un reflejo de sujetos y situaciones que parecían tan reales, tan llenos de vida como la sensación que tiene una madre al sentir por primera vez los latidos de su hijo en su vientre. Así me sentí, madre de mis propias experiencias y sentimientos, para que al final sólo pdiera darme cuenta de que todo ésto hacía parte de un reflejo, de mi propio reflejo en un espejo que sólo nos muestra aquello que queremos ver en nosotros y en nuestras vidas.
Pero al final, nos daremos cuenta que sólo estamos nosotros mismos, desnudos, solos y desprotegidos, rodeados de un mundo de sombras que flotan y bailan en el vacío, aquéllas sombras que nuestra mente y corazón le dan la forma en la que queremos verlas.
Así me sentí, cando pensé que vivía en un espejo.

domingo, 7 de diciembre de 2008

Desilusiones

Hoy, es uno de esos días en los que siento agotada, muy agotada y abrumada. Una nube negra permanece ante mis ojos y todas las cosas a mi alrededor parecen tornarse opacas, oscuras... lejanas. La melodía de un rayo de sol parece no querer colarse en mi ventana a endulzarme los sentidos, ¿Sabes tú acaso a qué huele el desencanto? Pareciese que la miel de la presencia de quienes dicen ser amantes no ha hecho más que embriagarme y llevarme al mundo del borracho ciego de colores, donde la tiranía y la desvergüenza terminan siendo protagonistas de las horas. ¿A dónde pretendía llevarme aquél encantador de serpientes? ¿Y hasta dónde querías tú que siguiera tu camino? ¿Quién eres tú, caballero con armadura de plata?
Muchas veces me pregunto lo que los seres en el mundo piensan de la Luna y sus destellos, cuando estos iluminan la rabia y la crudeza con la que un lobo devora el alma de su presa, y la forma como esta es dejada a la suerte de quienes buscan un poco de su existencia.
Dejaré entonces, que la luna me guíe por la ruta de los lobos, de los fallecidos y los mortales, hasta sucumbir en un destello fugaz y unirme a los tantos colores de la aurora boreal. 

Sábado 6 de diciembre de 2008 - 10:34 pm

jueves, 6 de noviembre de 2008

lunes, 27 de octubre de 2008

-

Don't know what to think
Don't know what to expect
Don't know what to take
Don't know what to do

When everything seems as blurry as this moment there is not much that I can do, I don't wanna think but these thoughts won't go out of my mind. Whatever I do just poisons even more all those horrible feelings.

No, it's not about cheating, trust, or getting hurt. It's just about respect. And it is not my job to be a personal ethics instructor. If someone ever taught you about respect you will understand, you will know.

How many times do I have to take such situations? Am I unbreakable?

Ever Dream

All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you.
One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain
For yours I truly wish to be

jueves, 23 de octubre de 2008

Frustración

Es el sentimiento desagradable en virtud del cual las expectativas del sujeto no se ven satisfechas al no poder conseguir  lo pretendido. Como fenómeno psicológico, puede identificarse el sentimiento de frustración como un síndrome que ofrece síntomas diversos que, sin embargo rondan una categoría general: la desintegración emocional del individuo. 

domingo, 19 de octubre de 2008

My Medicine

Walking dow the street tonight
Like every night nowhere to go
No one on the street tonight
And no one waiting up at home
Watching as my cigarette is spinning smoke into the wind 
Watching as the time goes by
I think about the fix I'm in
Only you can come to save me 
Being all alone has make me shake down, break down
Give me everything I'm missing
Give me deep and soft sweet kissing
Touch my skin
My medicine 
All I want is you to hold and comfort me
Come on you're my medicine
When I'm feeling lost and weak you're what I'm wishing give me
My medicine
I can feel a passion from my one affliction
Loving him is medicine
I got hooked on your love nicotine, yeah
Walking down this lonely road
I found you spinning up like smoke
You don't even have to chase me
Waiting for s long has made me stressed up, messed up

-Mika Nakashima

jueves, 16 de octubre de 2008

to-Day

Grey park look the same and the days are pale. I never thought it would rain this way. I should be knowing that, it used to be me.
Let's stay here for a while, is something gonna happen today?


- Katatonia

miércoles, 15 de octubre de 2008

La Mort des Amants

Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux

Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières

Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux




- Charles Baudelaire

martes, 7 de octubre de 2008

No entiendo

¿Por qué?

¿Por qué tenemos que vivir en una supuesta realidad, que se encuentra llena de contentillos y mentiras? ¿Qué tanto de "piadosas" tienen las mentiras que así llamamos?

Frente a esto la verdad no representa más que desabrida agua comparada con el dulce éter que creamos a nuestro antojo, el cual, a pesar de darnos momentos felices y espontáneos, orgasmos del momento, no es algo más que bebida sucia, podrida y fermentada. ¿Realmente queremos vivir así?¿Realmente nos gusta? Andar por la vida rodeados de tanto mugre y escoria que llamamos mentira piadosa, con el fin de no hacer daño o evitar algo peor. ¿Cómo sabemos que al decir la verdad se puede caer en una circunstancia peor que si se reemplaza con una mentira, por pequeña que sea?

No hago parte del grupo de quienes opinan que el fin justifica los medios.

¿Qué pasaría si por un día sólo escucháramos verdades, si todos nos confesaran lo puro, lo transparente y cristalino?

¿Sería una pesadilla?

domingo, 5 de octubre de 2008

D'Uh

-Why don't monsters eat clowns?
   - Because they taste funny

-How does a witch tell time?
   - She looks at her witch watch



Wonka's Laffy Taffy are NOT funny at all.

martes, 30 de septiembre de 2008

domingo, 28 de septiembre de 2008

Liebeslied




Las cosas más triviales
Se vuelven fundamentales.

lunes, 22 de septiembre de 2008

..




L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

viernes, 12 de septiembre de 2008

Queen

Si alguna vez hicieran una película hollywoodense sobre Queen, o la vida de Freddie Mercury, el mejor para interpretarlo sería Johnny Depp.
No, en serio, alguien ha notado cómo se parece a Freddie? La misma forma de la cara, los rasgos, no sé. A mí se me haría perfecto.

Ahora mi canción favorita...



She keeps Moet et Chandon in a pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy for Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation you can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, Gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite, wanna try?

To avoid complications she never kept the same dress
In conversation she spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally if you're that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris
for cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise

Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She's out to get you

Recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try? You wanna try.

miércoles, 10 de septiembre de 2008

Aquella Noche



Ehmmmm... Sí.
=)

domingo, 7 de septiembre de 2008

Masterpiece

No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.
No por madrugar amanece más temprano.

...

Crescent



The stars you see in the night sky
Have been dead for centuries
And sunlight creates the illusion
Of life for all these years
Now i no longer trust these eyes of mine
The heart must speak to me
In tongues of forgotten voices
In cosmic energy
So that i can see
The heavens are merely illusions
When you build them high in the sky
And hell is the final solution
For man and his seed design
And the chance of life
And the more that i see
The more life means to me
In the chime of silence of your love
Can't feel in my love
And i need love in my life
Can't feel it in you
And i need love in my, i see life
Can't feel it in you


Crescent - Dead Can Dance

viernes, 5 de septiembre de 2008

HappYness



You complete me.

domingo, 31 de agosto de 2008

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poulain





It's better to help people than to be like a gnome in the garden.

Je n'aime pas dans les vieux films américains quand les conducteur ne regardent pas la route.
[I hate the way drivers never look at the road in old American movies.]

Vous au moins, vous ne risquez pas d'être un légume, puisque même un artichaut a du cœur.
[At least you'll never be a vegetable — even artichokes have hearts.]


Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois.
[Without you, the feelings of today are not more but the dead hull of the feelings of the past.]
-Hipolito

Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon. La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.
[Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, an endless rehearsal of a show that will never play.]
-Hipolito


Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n'avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c'est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette. Alors, allez y, nom d'un chien!
[My Little Amélie, you don't have bones made of glass. You can take life's knocks. If you let this chance go, in time, it will be your heart which will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go, for Pete's sake!]


Nino is late. Amelie can only see two explanations. 1 - he didn't get the photo. 2 - before he could assemble it, a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. The cops gave chase. They got away... but he caused a crash. When he came to, he'd lost his memory. An ex-con picked him up, mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul. There he met some Afghan raiders who took him to steal some Russian warheads. But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan. He survived, took to the hills, and became a Mujaheddin. [Increasingly angry] Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy.

In such a dead world, Amelie prefers to dream until she's old enough to leave home


Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs.
[Times are hard for dreamers.]

Une femme sans amour, c'est comme une fleur sans soleil, ça dépérit.
[A woman without love is like a flower without sun; she wilts.]

When a finger is pointing up to the sky, only a fool looks at the finger.

Mme. Wallace: "When my sweet little weasel appears at the station…" Did anyone ever write you like that?
Amélie: No. I'm nobody's little weasel

domingo, 24 de agosto de 2008

Apunte.

Yo odio la poesía. Ew.

Pensamiento

Hay que saber decir adiós. Hay que saber organizar las prioridades en la vida. Hay que decidir qué va antes de qué. Muy cierto es lo que dicen, no se puede estar en misa y procesión al mismo tiempo. Así parezca que una decisión puede hacer daño a quien se ama, muchas veces por hacer más se termina haciendo daño… sobre todo a quien no se esperaba, y un daño más grande al que se pretendía evitar. Porque lo que en economía se denomina Óptimo de Pareto explica más cosas que un solo equilibrio general. Siempre se llega a un punto en el que no se puede mejorar a alguien sin empeorar a otro alguien. Hay cosas que deben permanecer tal como están o de lo contrario se desestabilizaría la economía como un todo, y se llegaría a injusticias y hasta crímenes. Es preferible no ocasionar disturbios a lo que ya ha llegado al equilibrio.

Dos dias

Ayer y hoy. Dos días seguidos aunque separados por una semana. Aunque ayer no haya sido ayer y hoy no haya sido hoy. Dos días que quiero borrar de mi memoria pues consigo se han llevado esperanzas, sueños que quisiera hubieran sido realidad.

Dos días que borraron mi sonrisa y apretaron mi corazón. Dos días que mataron mariposas. Dos días que acabaron ilusiones.

Si bien es cierto que nada se pide al dar, también es cierto que nada se da al pedir. No me arrepiento de nada de lo que he sentido pero sí de algunas decisiones apresuradas, que sin ser lo suficientemente meditadas – ¿o quizá demasiado? – acabaron con todo aquello que siempre deseé, por lo que luché, por lo que esperé, por todo aquello que me dio los mejores días de mi vida.

Y es que cómo se olvida aquello que nunca existió, aquello que nunca fue…?

viernes, 22 de agosto de 2008

Angels


Sparkling angel I believe
You were my savior in my time of need.
Blinded by faith I couldn't hear
All the whispers, the warnings so clear.
I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door.
There's no escape now, no mercy no more. 
No remorse cause I still remember

The smile when you tore me apart.
You took my heart, deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams, I wished they'd turn into real.
You broke a promise and made me realize it was all just a lie.

Sparkling angel, I couldn't see
Your dark intentions, your feelings for me.
Fallen angel, tell me why?
What is the reason, the thorn in your eye?
I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now
No mercy no more, no remorse cause I still remember

The smile when you tore me apart
You took my heart, deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams, I wished they'd turn into real.
You broke a promise and made me realize it was all just a lie.
Could have been forever. Now we have reached the end.

This world may have failed you, it doesn't give the reason why.
You could have chosen a different path in life.

The smile when you tore me apart.
You took my heart, deceived me right from the start.
You showed me dreams, I wished they'd turn into real.
You broke a promise and made me realize it was all just a lie. 
Could have been forever. Now we have reached the end.

Siempre me gustaron

Me gustan.
Me gustan los días como hoy. Que llueve y estoy entre tus brazos.
Que siento tu corazón latir junto al mío a un sólo ritmo.
Que siento que no hay nada más que quisiera en el mundo, ni otro lugar ni tiempo en el cual estar.
Que te veo cuando no lo esperaba
Que siento que la vida es mejor que cualquier sueño.
Que puedo decir que sé lo que es amar.
Que desearía prolongar por una vida.

Me gustan los días como hoy, que siento que te amo.
Me gustan los días que paso a tu lado.



Agosto 2008

Una Noche de Media Luna...

...será algo que no quiero olvidar.



En esta noche peculiar... siento el extraño deseo de escribir, aquél que hace mucho no sentía. Siento el deseo de volver a sentarme frente a frente con mi mirada y dar vida a lo que mi reflejo entona sin parar. Siento el deseo de escribir... de escribir para alguien.
Porque detrás de esta coraza se esconde un corazón con heridas que ni el tiempo se atrevió a borrar... un corazón que grita, un corazón que gime, un corazón que llora de dolor y de alegría, de emoción y de temor... Un corazón con cicatrices más profundas que cualquier herida física... Pero al fin y al cabo es un corazón con la necesidad de ser escuchado.
Hace tiempo que perdí la fe en lo que las palabras describen, que las valoré como se valora a un puñado de monedas sucias y oxidadas. Al fin y al cabo nunca tendré certeza sobre qué decir, cómo comenzar o como terminar... hace mucho que olvidé la diferencia entre la noche y el día... o simplemente dejó de importarme. ¿De todas formas a quién le importaría el orden en un mundo incoherente e insólito? Las palabras y su magia muchas veces se convierten en etiquetas imperfectas que responden a la lógica contraria de nuestros corazones.
Por eso y al mismo tiempo aprendí el lenguaje de los ojos, descubrí el infinito universo de una mirada, y todo aquello que puede contarme en un solo instante... “La verdad está en los ojos”, y esto es lo que me cuenta mi alma, lo que mi corazón grita
Junto a la luna, en este momento quiero fundirme en un abrazo, perderme en una mirada, vivir mil instantes en un solo beso. Decirte que te amo, tal como se enamoran la penumbra y las estrellas, o la arena y el mar. Te amo de mil maneras, te amo de mil texturas, te amo de mil colores, te amo de formas que ninguna lengua puede expresar... de formas que sólo mis ojos, mis besos, mis brazos y mi cuerpo pueden contarte.
Podríamos gozar la diversión de intercambiar mundos y regalarnos mutuamente ese puente al infinito, ese mismo que nos conduciría lentamente a huracanes de completa libertad y dulzura... juntos podremos reafirmar nuestra historia en las rocas, en la infinidad de aquéllo que llamamos vida

Me alegra tu existencia, me deleita el pensamiento, me hace crear y creer, me hace sentir y sentirte, me hace pensar que vale más la pena la realidad misma que un viaje por el umbral de los sueños.
Llegaste como un ángel a devolverme mi luz, como un ángel lleno de fantasía y colores, rodeado de un misterio que me hace soñar en conocerte más, en contarte todo, en hacerte parte de mi vida, en hacerte parte de mí.

En la inmensidad de un desierto como el que vivimos, las necesidades empiezan a presenciar su profunda escasez sin posibilidad de ser saciadas... pero en ello mismo se presentan regalos que llegan llenando espacios tan solo con su inmaculada presencia...
¡qué gusto sentir su calor! ¡qué gusto sentir su aroma!

Aférrate a mi cintura y llena mi alma de tonalidades, vísteme de un solo beso, embriágame con una mirada, llévame al día que nunca termina.
Embrújame, déjame caer en tus brazos y perderme en la eternidad... junto a ti, contigo, hasta que los vientos cambien de dirección y en los jardines florezcan los mil y un colores.
Pero mientras tanto,
Hoy...
Sabes que Te amo.
Aquí a la media noche, olvídalo todo e imagina que estás a mi lado.


Agosto, 2008

[Especial Agradecimiento a Lini por la Ayuda :) ]

Cúrame,



siempre es la misma función,
el mismo espectador,
el mismo teatro, en el que tantas veces actuó,
perder la razón
en un juego tan real quizás fuera un error,
cúrame esta herida, por favor.
¿qué hay en dos amigos cuando después de todo
parecen perdidos y prefieren a otros?
¿qué dan lerdas manos, ignorando lo dado,
si antaño se estrecharon, ahora están engañados?
¿qué les hizo alejarse de su 'orilla intranquila',
tan siquiera un instante piensan en esos días?
siempre es la misma función,
el mismo espectador, el mismo teatro,
en el que tantas veces actuó,
perder la razón en un juego tan real quizás fuera un error,
cúrame esta herida, por favor.
siempre he preferido un beso prolongado,
aunque sepa que miente, aunque sepa que es falso.
¿qué demonios ocurre cuando miradas no se encuentran?
la pelea de gallos, se admiten apuestas.
¿quién buscó abrigo en algún otro lugar?
¿es posible que el frío venga con la edad?
siempre es la misma función, el mismo espectador,
el mismo teatro, en el que tantas veces actuó,
perder la razón en un juego tan real
quizás fuera un error,
cúrame esta herida, por favor.
siempre es la misma función, el mismo espectador,
el mismo teatro, en el que tantas veces actuó,
y perder la razón en un juego tan real
quizás fuera un error,
cúrame esta herida, por favor.
siempre es la misma función, el mismo espectador,
el mismo teatro, en el que tantas veces actuó,
y perder la razón en un juego tan real
quizás fuera un error,
cúrame esta herida,
por favor.

- Héroes del Silencio -

Danke

Thank you
I'm the happiest I've ever been.
And most of my happiness is thanks to you.
T'adore!

New Emotions

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you


So baby talk to me
Like lovers do
Walk with me
Like lovers do
Talk to me
Like lovers do

Here comes the rain again
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
Oooooh
I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

So baby talk to me
Like lovers do

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
(here it comes again, here it comes again)
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

I'm a daydreamer

Samstag, 12. April, 2008 um 01:25

+ I Walk Alone +

Put all your angels on the edge
Keep all the roses, I'm not dead
I left a thorn under your bed
I'm never gone
Go tell the World I'm still around
I didn't fly, I'm coming down
You are the wind, the only sound
Whisper to my heart
When hope is torn apart
And no one can save you
I walk alone
Every step I take
I walk alone
My winter storm
Holding me awake
It's never gone
When I walk alone
Go back to sleep forever more
Far from your fools and lock the door
They're all around and they'll make sure
You don't have to see
What I turned out to be
No one can help you
I walk alone
Every step I take
I walk alone
My winter storm
Holding me awake
It's never gone
When I walk alone
Waiting up in heaven
I was never far from you
Spinning down I felt your every move
I walk alone
Every step I take
I walk alone
My winter storm

- Tarja Turunen

Montag, 07. April, 2008 um 09:37

Writing from my new PC. Yes, PC. I'm cheating on my Mac. But he hadn't been treatening me so good. I couldn't open M. Office and it didn't run programs I need for my studies, so... bye bye bye. He's still in my room, tho. While I think what to do with him. He's my little baby and I love him, but I got no satisfaction with him :oP
Just silly notes until I wake up properly.

Donnerstag, 03. April, 2008 um 08:23

Yesterday I had a dream. One of the most beautiful dreams I've had. I dreamt with my first best friend, a guy from school. He was the first person, with whom I could talk about metal. We met a lot of bands together, and had many things in common. I really loved him deeply. No, It's not what anyone who's reading this thinks, he was my best friend, nothing else, circumstances, like I having a silly boyfriend or like him having a relationship with one of my best girl bestfriends, never let us having anything more than that. But it was sweet enough to be beautiful and something that will never leave my head. Like everything that happens before a first kiss, but you just stayed like that, just cuddling each other.
He was such a nice guy. One of the coolest I've met, and never did something that made me feel bad. Such a gentleman, uh? But he had this huge problem I always tried to deal with: Drugs. We haven't talked since I moved and started uni, and I'm about to finish it, but the other day a friend of mine told me he had to go to rehab for a while. I felt so sad that I couldn't be with him all those days, months, years... I left him alone with such a problem and didn't care anymore about him. Distance is hard, it separates you from the ones you love the most. Nevertheless you MUST work hard to dont let distance achieve that. She is not a problem, the problem is within us, and I left the very best friend I've had alone in a darkened path. I will never forgive myself.
Now, my dream. I was in some sort of a classmates reunion, of that school I was with him. And -as people who met me a year ago say that I've changed, I don't want to imagine how it will be with these people... most of them haven't seen me for more than 4 years- anyone recognized me. So, they were putting us in couples, so I immediatly thought about him and looked for him. And then I saw him, all happy and healthy, the happiest to meet me after all these years. I hugged him and kissed him so bad, and then I told him I didn't want to leave him anymore, that I will be there with him anytime, anywhere he needed me. But he then just put his hand on my mouth and asked me for silence, silence to look at me one more time, and to kiss me.
My dear friend, I still love you so much, miss you, and remember you as one of the coolest times of my history. This is a tribute to you, hope you may be able to read this.
I love you


Nostalgia

Sonntag, 16. März, 2008 um 21:54

I've got a theory:

If you are a heart breaker, then is your own heart the one that's broken.
That's the only explanation. You don't want another chance.
You keep on pretending.

Donnerstag, 06. März, 2008 um 07:00

A song to say Goodbye

You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches ,
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face ,
Though I don't like you anymore,
You lying, trying waste of space..

Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those ,
Blessed with lucky sevens ,
And the voice that made me cry .
My Oh My.

You were mother nature's son ,
Someone to whom I could relate ,
Your needle and your damage done,
Remains a sordid twist of fate.
Now I'm trying to wake you up ,
To pull you from the liquid sky ,
Coz if I don't we'll both end up ,
With just your song to say goodbye.
My Oh My.

A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye ,
A song to say...

Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those,
Blessed with lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry.

It's a song to say goodbye.

Montag, 25. Februar, 2008 um 08:04

Ich hab dich geliebt, aber jetzt hasse ich dich... zu viel

There's no way back. I hate you and i will never look at you again as a friend of mine. NEVERMORE.

When I though you couldnt get more silly, i found that I was totally wrong. Two days ago I realized how much of a complete asshole you could be.
Having no credits of everything i did for you is ok. But there are many ways to thank a good friend, you never had to show love, but a bit of a good relationship would have been enough.
But oh no! you had to act like the silly little girl you are. Even when you pretend and sell the image that you are the most mature, the wisest man in the whole world. Fuck that and fuck you too, if you didnt want to know about me this is it. you will never have any of my friendship. Neither my love nor my respect you deserve, oh no.
And if yu ever get to read this and use your big head to realize am talking about you, don't waste your time apologizing, there's more important things than hear you speak, like having a worries-free life.
You won't play with me again, you won't fuck with my head again. I'm not that much of a stalker, you are so wrong. You're a psycho if you thought so, don't think you're that important, you bonehead.
I've got enough. And this is Good-Bye.
I don't wish you luck cause you don't deserve it.

I almost forgot, just one more thing,
Here, I give you a finger,


ich hab dich geliebt, aber jetzt hasse ich dich... zu viel

now put it up your asshole!!
(Su couldn't say it better)

Sonntag, 20. Januar, 2008 um 23:07

I tried, but I gave up

I came to realize that i have a very difficult personality. No one actually gets to understand me, and I can't understand some people and their actions. That's the reason of why i have so many problems with people most time. Sometimes I think i was not made for this world, or this time, or this city, whatever.
I was told today that it's my attittude the reason why everyone dumps me and why i'm all alone always. ouch, that hurts.

Donnerstag, 13. Dezember, 2007 um 01:09

Mood: Fuckep up

I hate the way I always have to fall in love
I hate the way my feelings react to some situations
I hate the way I feel so emotional some times
I hate the way I miss most people
I hate the way Iose good friends
I hate the way I look
I hate the way I can't be with the one I want
I hate the way my life goes on sometimes
I hate the way some people look at me
I hate the way I make mistakes

Now,

Ich bin der brennende Komet, der auf die Erde störsst

Mittwoch, 05. Dezember, 2007 um 18:29

A month is not much time

Today it was so amazing. Many emotions at the same time, I saw my sisters on cam after a long, long time! and heard their voices! felt like I was there again. Once again.
I'm feeling a bit bad because of something I can't tell on here, I just have one question: WHY? why there is always another one and why is always that one?
I'm doing my best this time. hope not to fail.
applying for something that's got me so excited. hope it works out!



Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel
Believe, believe in me, believe
That life can change, that you're not stuck in vain
We're not the same, we're different tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
And you know you're never sure
But you're sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade in your city by the lake
The place where you were born
Believe, believe in me, believe
In the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe there's not a chance tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight

Donnerstag, 01. November, 2007 um 10:48

Alles gute zum Geburtstag!

So, Happy Birthday for me, Happy Halloween for you.
And Happy Birthday for Sonia.

What a crappy weekend. I mean, I had fun, I went to Kathmandú with my beloved Laura and her friends, smoked Narguila and Gurang Gadam (One more time). That was cool, even tho we drank ICE TEA.
No alcohol the whole weekend, can anybody believe that? Because of elections, it's called "ley Seca", as "Dry Law". Shitty. Only happens here.
Anyways I drank copious amounts of wine when I came back home, the bad thinkg was that all my father's family was there.
On Monday (my birthday) I did NOTHING. Just ate sushi and Ice cream that was it. I didnt even got any presents, my mother them apologized and bought me clothes.
Barb gave me a SUPER hello kitty bag, and Juanita gave me Origami flowers (I still dont know how she did that, but oh well, she's a designer).
Anyhow, I hope I can go out this weekend, if I don't i'll commit suicide. No, really. It is sad. For god's sake I was not like that I swear!!!

On the other hand, I'm looking forward to two things:
First, tomorrow I get my hearing-thingies. Can't wait to LISTEN GOOD.
Second, I'm longing to go to germany next semester, the whole semester, i just need to find a good institute that takes me there for 36 weeks. Goethe doesnt do that so, I must find another one! Ok, goethe does, but i'd have to pay month-per-month, and that's and arm and a leg, dude!

Ok, no more now. Next blog: All my thoughts on this week.

bis bald!

Mittwoch, 03. Oktober, 2007 um 09:55

Love song for a vampire


Come
into these arms again
A
nd lay your body down
T
he rhythm of this trembling heart
It's
beating like a drum
It
beats for you,it bleeds for you
It kn
ows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
It
is the song of songs

O
nce I had the rarest rose
That
ever deigned to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
A
nd stole my flower too soon
Oh
loneliness
Oh h
opelessness
To
search the ends of time
For th
ere is in all the world
No grea
ter love than mine

Lov
e O love O love
O love
O love O love
O
love still falls the rain
O l
ove O love
O lo
ve O love O love
O love
still falls the night
Love O love O love
O lo
ve O love O love
O lov
e be mine forever (be mine forever)
Lo
ve O love O love
O love
O love O love
O love O love O love
O
love O love O love

Let
me be the only one
To
keep you from the cold
Now the floor of heav'n is laid
With s
tars of brightest gold
They sh
ine for you
The
y shine for you
They bu
rn for all to see
Come
into these arms again
A
nd set this spirit free

Montag, 01. Oktober, 2007 um 19:07

Erinnerungen und Aktualisierung


Anja hat meine Geschenke bekommen, sie ist sehr zufrieden, es freue mich auch :)! Sie hat deinen Pullover geliebt! Superprima!
Ich studiere französisch und es geht spitze, obwohl deutsch mir lieber gefällt. Ich kann nicht so eine süsse Sprache sprechen. Aber es geht sehr gut und mein Vater ist ganz Stolz auf mich.
Jetzt schreibe ich auf deutsch, so dass meinen Blog multikulturellerer wird. Ach!
Ich habe eine Woche-Urlaub, aber es ist toll! Ich lese Der Steppenwölf für dritte Mal, und ich höre Tschaikowsky, ah! es erinnert mich an die Super-Schule-Zeiten.


Erinnerungen und Aktualisierung

Montag, 01. Oktober, 2007 um 18:28

Es increíble cómo algo que dura no más de un mes puede dejar huellas que perduran en la memoria a lo largo de la existencia.

Algunas citas de El Lobo Estepario.

"Él había pensado más que otros hombres, poseía en asuntos del espíritu aquella objetividad, aquella segura reflexividad y sabiduría que sólo tienen las personas verdaderamente espirituales, a las que le falta toda ambición y nunca desean brillar, ni convencer a los demás, ni siquiera tener razón."

"Mira, éstos monos somos nosotros! Mira, así es el hombre!"

"Hay que estar orgulloso del dolor; todo dolor es un recuerdo de nuestra condición elevada" (Novalis)

"Porque esto es lo que yo más odiaba, detestaba y maldecía principalmente en mi fuero interno: esta autosatisfacción, esta salud y comodidad, este cuidado optimismo del burgués, esta bien alimentada y próspera disciplina de todo lo mediocre, normal y corriente."

"No, también se las podía uno arreglar sin la música de salón y sin el amigo, y era ridículo consumirse en impotentes afanes sociables. Soledad era independencia, yo me la había deseado y la había conseguido al cabo de largos años. Era fría, es cierto, pero también era tranquila y grande, cmo el tranquilo espacio frío y grande, como el tranquilo espacio frío en que se mueven las estrellas."

"Y hasta la vida más desgraciada tiene también sus horas luminosas y sus pequeñas flores de ventura entre la arena y el peñascal"

Samstag, 11. August, 2007 um 18:46


Prayer for my loneliness...


Lead to the river
Midsummer I wave
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced, when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampiric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I'm circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampiric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine
(Nymphetamine)
None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Mittwoch, 08. August, 2007 um 23:50

After my exil...


So after a long time of dissapearing from the outside world, it was time to give some news, and a lot of things have happened in these past days :)

- I'm not using myspace anymore. I just deleted it, it was kind of boring and nothing happened. so now i'm in facebook, where i only add the ones i know, and i have a lot of contact with all my goethe-friends =)

- My beloved Anja sent me a box by mail FULL of amazing things!! Mostly ukranian and russian, of course!! I finally have Matryoshkas!!! a cd of a really good ukranian band, magnets of russians, a charm for my cellphone, a kleine-kätze münzen tasche :) and a letter with AMAZING pics i loved!! including one of us... with our both zivis... HA! It is at the end ;)

- E-mails with Sonia are just amazing, she became my friend just in the latter days, but i definitely got to love her very much ^^ I HAVE to visit her, soon!

- Talking about visits... I'm going to Brazil the first week of october to visit Ellen, i love her, she's like my older sister :)

- First week of uni... and nothing seems really interesting : /

- I started french, and came back to goethe. this time without zivis, without anja, without stammtische, without kaffee pause... sad, really sad.

- I want a calamanderer so bad :(!

- Badr is the nicest guy I've known!!! He called me from Germany to my cellphone!! :D That made me so happy!


So, here's the pic I was talking about, one of the saddest days of my life, the day i said good bye to anja, goethe institut, my room, and all goethe friends who left that friday.


After my exil...

Donnerstag, 26. Juli, 2007 um 22:58

*Something to remember

Some times it is better to disappear. And forget about the rest of the world. Forget about everything else but you.
Just like that you'll be able to see exactly what makes you happy. Exactly what you want to do.
Just like that you'll be free.
Sometimes it is better to listen to you heart and not you mind, forget about prejudices, forget about your knowledge, sometimes instincts are the way to freedom.

Mittwoch, 25. Juli, 2007 um 14:57


If I close my eyes forever...

Your like a dagger, you stick me in the heart and taste blood from my blade
And when we sleep will you shelter me in your warm and darkend grave
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same
...Will you ever take me?

No I just cant take the pain

Would you ever trust me?

No ill never feel the same

I know ive been so hard on you, I know ive told you lies
If I could have just one more wish, Id wipe the cobwebs from my eyes
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same

Close your eyes, close your eyes, you gotta close your eyes for me



Sort of emotions right now. A broken heart, deception, I've just fallen from the dream i was in, and the fall was so hard. So hard.
And life like this seems as long and empty as this path



Sonntag, 22. Juli, 2007 um 19:17

Mis defectos...
son perfectos.
Así como los días de lluvia.
Y las noches con compañía.
Y el café con un cigarrillo.
Y los waffles con nutella.
Y escuchar la discografía de mi banda favorita de una tirada.
Y los sombreros de copa.
Y los opuestos que crean prefección a partir de lo imperfecto.
Sí que sí, mis defectos son perfectos.
Al menos para mí.

Mi Color Favorito

Sonntag, 22. Juli, 2007 um 19:12

Negro como la noche, negro que me enamora.
Me gusta vestir de negro.
Me gusta tener cosas negras.
Mi pelo y mis ojos son naturalmente negros.
Mi música es negra.
Mi sombra es negra.
Algún día viviré en una casa negra.
Y tendré un carro negro.
Mi iPod es negro.
Me gustan mis ojos con sombra, rímel, lápiz y delineador negros.
El 70% de mis cosas (aparte de la ropa) es rosado.
Mi cuarto es rosado, mi maleta es rosada, todo es rosado.
Cuando no es ni negro ni rosado, es rojo.
Los marlboros me gustan rojos.
La limonada me gusta cerezada porque es roja.
Me gusta el bloody mary porque es rojo.
Me gustan locamente los pelirojos y pintarme los labios de rojo.
Adoro las fresas cuando son rojas.
Y el sabor del bom bom bun rojo.
Siempre me como las cerezas de los cocteles recién los sirven. Me gusta el rojo que dejan en mis labios.
Pero odio ponerme roja.
Y la vida no es color de rosa.
Y los negros me parecen feos.

Sonntag, 22. Juli, 2007 um 00:21

Back in black
Excepto mi cabello. Ese seguirá oxigenado.

Acabo de llegar de la playa. Y MI COLOR DE PIEL NO CAMBIÓ! Ha!
Las maravillas del bloqueador. Sí señor!
Quizá pondré fotos.


Ahora iré a dormir, tengo sueño. Y hambre.

Samstag, 21. Juli, 2007 um 23:31

- I'm gonna miss you

- I'm gonna miss you too

- No, you're not

- Oh c'mon, off course I am

- I know its a lie. But a very beautiful one. Thank you.

Montag, 16. Juli, 2007 um 12:30


No hay nada que más me moleste
Que los putos wannabes.

Montag, 16. Juli, 2007 um 12:20

Te equivocaste
Si creías que yo era tan baja como tú, como para regalarme a cualquiera.
Y aún así, no tuviste ni tendrás los cojones para decírmelo en la cara.
Qué bruta, qué inocente, y qué hipócrita.

Sin el pan y sin el queso, como dicen por ahí.


Definitivamente cada día me decepciono más de la gente.

Sonntag, 15. Juli, 2007 um 05:14

Just tell me why...
Can't this be love?
For real.

...

I'd take you with me just to have you everynight. I feel like smoking right now. Oh God, Oh Fuck.
I fucking hate this.

Don't you hate promises? I do.
Don't you hate to know when someones lying to make you feel good? I do.
Don't you hate to miss someone? I do.


p.s.: A quote to remember: I'm fucking sad, don't fucking laugh at me, you fucking fuck! I hate your fucking laugh! Make me fucking happy so we could laugh together! FUCKK!

Samstag, 14. Juli, 2007 um 17:33


Right now

Right now...
I'm so into blues, country and oldies.
And I want a coffee with a cigarrette.
Oh, and one pic to remember

Freitag, 13. Juli, 2007 um 23:19

So...

Volví a casa y todo parece estar fuckedupeado. Mi abuelita enferma, mi mamá también, hasta a mi me ha empezado un dolor de garganta.
Ich brauche Zigarretten. Too much stress.
Ando esperando a el hijo de una amiga de mi mamá que me ayudará a mandar la aplicación para la universidad alemana. Deseo CUANTO ANTES irme de acá. Ich hasse die Leute hier. Me he dado cuenta que amigos hay muy pocos, y los que crees que lo son... espera un tiempo y sacarán las uñas. Si vuelven después de eso, y vuelven como antes... de verdad que son amigos. Y si no, simplemente otros hipócritas màs que hay que encontrarse en la vida para darse cuenta que no todo lo que brilla es oro. Es fantasía barata.
Hay quien cambia repentinamente y pretende que nada ha pasado. Y cuando reclamas -o màs bien, exiges una explicación- te hacen quedar de estúpida. Pero nada vuelve a ser igual.
A esos los llamo falsos.
Hay quien un dia es tu mejor amigo/a y al otro no lo es, y comienza a evadirte de un momento a otro. Y ya después no le interesa saber cómo estás. Y después ni siquiera te responde.
A esos son a los que yo llamo celosos, y/o envidiosos.
En algún momento se les pasa, pero ya cuando es muy tarde.
También están los que te apuñalan en la espalda en la cúspide de la amistad. Cuando los tienen en el pedestal más alto te clavan una daga cogiendote desprevenido. Y duele, vaya que duele.
Obviamente, nunca faltarán, los que dicen ser tus amigos pero que te harán sentir mal en cuanto los veas. Ya sea desencajado, ya sea poco importante, ya sea estorboso. Lo peor es que cuando están solos son lo mejor...
Bleh... whatever.

Sabían que Avril Lavigne hizo fraude con su canción girlfriend? Suzi me lo ha contado. A propósito, dónde está Suzi?

Y acerca de él. Es imposible, ya me lo han hehco saber muchas cosas, pero por qué no lo logro sacar de la gullivera? Ok. Yo sé por qué. Cuesta aceptarlo, eso sí. Qué patético, qué patética. Igual el recuerdo me hace sonreir más que nunca. Espero no volver a verlo y darme cuenta que todo cambió. Si nos encontramos, que sea para lo que ha sido esperado.

Nota: Soy una ingrata, lo sé.

A toda la gente que conocí en Alemania, vaya que me hicieron sentir persona nuevamente. A toda la gente que desconocí en Colombia, vaya que me han hecho darme ganas de largarme.

Mucha suerte, éxitos, y disfruten de los placeres de la vida.
Con, o sin mí.

Summer 07 - Europe

Day 1.
Samstag, 02. Juni, 2007 um 10:01

So this was day 1. I arrived to Barajas Airport and had no problem there. It was a long, long wait, I almost fell asleep (had no sleep since thursday afternoon) but i got to keep my eyes open thanks to a coke. WTF! no redbull? No, no redbull all over that place SHIT!
2 more hours and I was in Düsseldorf. OK, now what? A looooot of time to pick my luggage and then other considerable amount of time with a guy (who i thought, was gay, really gay) talking to me in german with some non understandable tiny accent. Then he talked to me in English but i still didnt understand him.
Then I took the Skytrain to DB, and then I got to wait for the Regionalzug. Some crazy guy was there, but i mean CRAZY, C-R-A-Z-Y. I was scared cause he looked like one of those guys that jump on the trail rail or worse, punch someone there. I was like ooh god please dont look at me. But he did, and started talking to me in german (I didnt understand a SHIT) and then he said Come on! come on! and I was like :| then -fortunately- the train came and no one was punched. I took it, and the crazy guy too but he didnt talk to me anymore. There some old lady and a guy talked to me (my luggage is really big, and the lady almost couldnt sit because of it, the guy offered her help but she said she was ok) and they were really really cute. They were going to Bonn also, so they talked to me all the way. Then the guy helped me with the luggage and told me where could i take a cab. He was really nice with me. Then i took the elevator, and when i was about to take the second one, some black family took it too. They spoke a very funny ghetto german btw. Then the elevator didnt open upstairs and the lady said (SHIT! oh mein Gott!) so we got to go go downstairs and his son helped me with the luggage upstairs.
I took the cab and he took me to another hotel (who is called the same, but its located in another part of the town) so i took another one with some guy that talked to me like:
So, you come from...?
Colombia
Colombia?! Spanisch oder Portugesisch?
Spanisch
Ohhh!!
And he put some music in spanish and said "Ohhh!! das ist sehr colombian!" (yep, they talk one word in german, one in english haha)
And he helped me with the luggage too. I came to the hotel, and finally SLEPT.

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Day 2.
Samstag, 02. Juni, 2007 um 16:05


I'm a loser, i forgot the cable to connect my camera to my computer.
I - D - I - O - T
I cant upload photos.
Bleh...anyways.
First day in Bonn. I woke up late (late=9am) and the breakfast ends at 10am, so there was almost NOTHING to eat. I ate bread with nutella, tea, and TONS of orange juice.
That was enough tho,
Then i started walking all over the city, I went to the Rhein, die Universität, der Kennedybrücke (=Kennedy Bridge) and the Center.
It was beautiful, but I prefer Berlin. There was a LOT of cool stores (even a Goth one!) but im trying not to spend like SO MUCH money, cause im staying here for a month and i dont wanna end out without a cent. Nevertheless, I'm saving money by not buying so much food. I have breakfast paid here in the Hotel, so thats all I need. This afternoon I bought a bread with peppermint and napolitan sauce (i dont know if thats spelled good... whatever).
I saw Ed Hardy shoes and I fell in love. I'll buy them tomorrow
Also, I need to know how do i buy cds here. there are boxes like, normally, but they're empty. so i need to know how to do that.

Now im about to sleep, i really need it. More tomorrow.
byebye.


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GUAREBER
Sonntag, 03. Juni, 2007 um 01:41

quiero d o r m i r
ayer pase por un restaurante
y decia en el menú:
"Papa asada"
y yo como =o!!!!
Cuando me di cuenta era comida mexicana
pero los mexicanos no comen papa asada...
hmmm

guareber

ahora un banner de McDonalds dice:
"Gratis zu einer Coke in Los Wochos Maxi Menü"
Jumm... los alemanes son graciosos.
guareber 2

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Bag of bones you call it, I call it day 3.
Sonntag, 03. Juni, 2007 um 12:02

Asians are weird,
... they sing in public places. LOUD.

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f u c k
Sonntag, 03. Juni, 2007 um 12:18

y o u


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Goethe Institut
Freitag, 08. Juni, 2007 um 10:00

Sorry, I've had no time to write anything down here.
Everything is OK. My roommate is an Ukrainian girl called Anna. She is so nice and we talk a lot. What language? Half English, half German.
This week has been amazing! Monday was Introduction day, so we (Anna and I) went downtown and ate pizza. We want to travel to Brussel or Luxembourg, so we asked in some Travel agencies and they gave us information. 16th of jun we're going to Luxembourg, and 12th maybe to Brussel. Tuesday, first day of classes, my partners are ok. Many many Arabians, but they're nice. People here talks a lot and are so friendly. In the afternoon we were about to go to the cinema with the other people from the institute, but we(Anna and I) saw no one, just a north American guy called John. We 3 went to the cinema and watch Pirates of the Caribbean (yep, again) but... in English haha :)
Wednesday: Another classes day. But in the afternoon, we went to Ludwig Museum, and it was A-MA-ZING! I saw many many art by Andy Warhol, Pablo Picasso, Roy Lichtenstein =O Gooood I was so excited! It was unbelievable! That museum has many many surrealism, pop art, and Dada (Ok, just Dada, it is unknown if it is art or ANTI-art). There are many performances, videos, etc etc etc. unbelievable, and impossible to describe.
Thursday: Freiertag. Which means day off. It was a holiday here in Germany, the 31th German day of Christian church... or, something like that. There was a HUGE party in Köln. Anna, John and I went to Düsseldorf, and it was really really good. Almost everything was closed, but nevertheless it was cool. Some Football team or something asked Anna and I if we could go and have a drink with them.
Off course, we said no.
Friday: Today. I went downtown to do what I know to do the BEST.
S
H
O
P
P
I
N
G
I finally bought those shoes I wanted. They're GOR GE OUS, olive green Ed Hardy's =)

And now... i dont know what to do, maybe MORE shopping =)
Tonight... Stammtisch!

Cheers!!

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Finally
Sonntag, 10. Juni, 2007 um 13:23

Finally!

I finally got a cable to connect my camera with my computer! yay!
Friday was crap. "Stammtisch" was sitting in a bad bar besides the Train Station with everybody. We didnt want that, so we went downtown with Li and friends of him. It was pretty cool.
Yesterday we went to Köln and bought LOTS of stuff, ill show em later.
I also bought Summer Wine single in the supermarket (YES, SUPERMARKET, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?)
Today was Rheinshifffahrt and it was so beautiful, i loved it. Quite boring for everybody, but I was fascinated!




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Kirsche Wasserpfeiffe
Sonntag, 10. Juni, 2007 um 16:13

ist sehr gut.


I wanted to get drunk today
But there was NO beer.


Scheiße

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Brüssel
Mittwoch, 13. Juni, 2007 um 15:42

Brüssel

Everything so tasty,
Everything so expensive,
Everything so beautiful,
....


And the bus was full of old grandpas,
who, btw, smell bad.


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1, 2, 3...
Mittwoch, 13. Juni, 2007 um 15:45


voilá!





oh gott.
1, 2, 3...


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Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst
Freitag, 15. Juni, 2007 um 06:58


Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst..



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Yesterday
Freitag, 15. Juni, 2007 um 07:03

Yesterday
Was like =O
we drank and drank
and smoke and smoke
and laugh a lot
the whole night


you can imagine how i am now
and how i was in my class
(Which is at 8.30am)


Ugggh

But tonigh,
AGAIN


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Last Stammtisch
Sonntag, 24. Juni, 2007 um 15:41

We drank a lot with Jen
She's really nice,
and looks like Brian Molko btw.
We drank Beer and Jack Daniels
Soooo good.

Then to night club,
www.n8schicht.de
www.myspace.com/n8schichtbonn
we danced a little bit TOO much
we came back home at 4am
Jen slept with me (it was soo dark
and she lives 20mins from here)

And we woke up at 5am
to go to Münster
We were W A S T E D
I did not take pictures of myself
because i looked bad, really bad.
But it was fun anyway
Today we just went to Art museum,

Oh! And in the afternoon Rei came here
to play with my face (she's make up artist)
and that's all :)

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By the way...
Sonntag, 24. Juni, 2007 um 15:46

We got drunk last wednesday.


by the way


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Last week and house comeback
Mittwoch, 04. Juli, 2007 um 19:31

Last week and house comeback.

Can be described in that photo.
Last week everything was just perfect: Party everyday, i got close to many many people, a lot of new things happened!
At the end Anja and I had some kind of "significant other"? or sth like that.
I still have body hangover, mental hangover, and feelings hangover. I fucking miss everyone, and I miss him. Fuck fuck fuck. I shouldn't, but its ok, i guess. Everything will be fine in a few days -i hope-.
I miss smoking Narguila with Anja, I miss talking with Ana, I miss dancing with Ellen, I miss hugging Baschakiiiiinha (c:), I miss smoking with Rei, I miss joking with Lee, I miss kissing Tobi, I miss talking about whiskey and shopping with Jen, I miss eating nutella with Sonia, I miss talking about rock with John, I miss talking in spanish with Yoon, I miss Sanja smiling while giving me my coffee. Well... I think I miss everything dude.
But I'm in home and there's nothing I can do. Or there is? Well, I started looking for universities in Germany, scholarship programs, everything. Now I know what i DO want in my life, and I give a shit about anything else.
I need to find a job. I need to get a scholarship. If someone wants to help I'll really appreciate :D