Just come, come close. Just a little closer, you might get a good insight a sharp look of what twisted looks like. Maybe not, but would you mind come closer? Come closer, maybe you won't lose the chance, the chance to see them die.
lunes, 5 de mayo de 2008
Timeless domain
Anyway, this hypothesis took place one of the times I had to stay awake the whole night working on a project. Then I realized there was no point were you could say: "Ok, here ends Monday and begins Tuesday", if you were not aware of the time. Then, what is a day besides 24 hours, 1440 minutes or 86400 seconds? when there is no time, days do not exist either. It is just one straight time/space scenario.
So if you stay always awake there will never be a different day, you will never know when one ends and the other begins. Thus you don't live 85 years, you just live 1 long life.
Anyway, without hours, days, etc it would be impossible to plan anything. It would be pretty hard to organize a BBQ or a meeting. But, god, it would be pretty less stressing!
now ppl who read might think: ok, y in english?......just bcuz! n if u didnt understand "yo know a-blow S pagnol" right now...
martes, 22 de abril de 2008
Letra de cuëcos ?
Hoy en algun momento leí una palabra que estaba mal escrita, no me acuerdo cual era la verdad, pero me hizo pensar y darme cuenta que la mayoría de las palabras que llevan "i", al cambiar esta letra por una "e", con la entonación adecuada, la palabra suena como de "cuico".
Cachae, o no cachae? La entonaceón es lo emportante.
Lo estuve probando con una serie de palabras y en verdad encuentro que suenan un tanto más "high-class".
martes, 15 de abril de 2008
Writing task 1 v2.0
I see myself as a partially adventurer type of person because I just can’t take rutine, doing things over and over again annoy me. I think that scheduled life is boring, even though you live some time for leissure. Even more, I fight monotony by always trying to do something new, like cooking some new dish or even going out for a walk, just to breath different air. Last week I cooked cabage in cream with apple-sauce pork with my girlfriend, just to change the menu every once in a while, then I went out for a walk and then bought a piece of cake in a bakery next to block.
Even though I hate routine, I don't like when people change their minds at the last minute either. I time myself thinking of all things I have planned the day before or during the week, so when someone tells me, in the last minute, they cancel what we were supposed to do, it bothers me. There was this one time, not much time ago, when I had plan to go out with a couple of friends a week before and checked if we were still going the day before, but the same day one of them told me the other cancelled so we better postpone it for the next week.
Willing to try new things, but well programmed when trying those things. Always looking for new experiences, but with certain order for all things. In consequence I do not like misorganizations. That, I think, my life style is.
viernes, 4 de abril de 2008
writting task 1
Monotony, having a schedule, not being able to make the slightest change in their day-a-day rutine. That might sound boring for many people, but there is a group of people who loves this, an organized life with no miscalculates or flaws. Adventuring, going to places you've never been, jump into life recklessly and never look back to how life was before; exciting, dangerous, improvised.
I consider myself to be kind of a mixture of these life-styles. I hate rutine, I can't take doing the same things over and over again. You wake up, take a shower, have breakfast -always the same breakfast, because if not you will probably be late-, go to work/school/college, go back home, homework, dinner, bed-time. You might think this description is wrong because you can perfectly have programmed leissure-time. Yes, you can, but after some "laps" of your schedule, the leissure time will become only one more task of the "to do's" of the day, it will not be a comfortable period of time. Eventhough I hate routine, I don't like either when people changes their mind at the last minute. I program my time thinking of all things I have planned the day before or during the week, so when someone tells me in the last minute they cancel what we were supposed to do, it really bothers me. I usually spend the left-over time doing nothing, navegating the internet or just whinning about how someone cancelled minutes ago and thinking of how much fun it could have been.
I fight monotony by always trying to do something new, going to restaurants I have never been before, going to the cinema during the week, watching a film in my house or even cooking some dish my grandmother tought me. I sometimes even like going out for a walk, just to breath different air from the one in my house, spend time watching people's behaviour or just watching the day wear off, just like old jeans.
I guess college really makes people lives monotone. I always ask people when was the last time they spend time looking to the sky and watching clowds pass by or draw figures with the stars. Many of them answer it has been some time. Some other people tell me they do it all the time, then I ask them what color is our sky. They usually don't know the answer, because our sky -Santiago's sky- is not blue, but some tone of purple/light blue, and if you look during a polluted winter's day you might feel ashamed of the city we live in. When the sky is sort of grey.
Getting back to the point. I like programming my life, but with different things every time. Love new experiences and always think time is never wasted. You can always get something from everything you do, like knowing you really don't like doing something or some dish, or realizing you are good at some sport/game.
So when you have to decide on doing something or not, I guess you will have to think if you prefer regretting from having done it, and knowing you don't like it so you don't repeat the experience in the future, or from losing the opportunity to try and never knowing if you would have liked the expierence or not.
viernes, 21 de marzo de 2008
Cómo
Algunos te intentan decir el resultado que obtendrías si sigues por donde vas. Otros simplemente intentarían cambiar tu rumbo incierto cual velero en una tormenta.
Tus ojos son serenos oceanos de facinante sabiduría y gran elogio a mi ser por permitirme reflejar en ellos. Nunca me dijiste qué nos llevó a lo que somos.
Siameses que nacimos separados, una persona creada para otra persona. ¿Puede pasar eso? Nace alguien y otra es creada para ese alguien.
Y cómo hemos de vivir... cómo hemos de reir y llorar cuando algo trágico nos hace ver tan susceptibles que simplemente nos damos risa.
La incoherencia de la hora y momento de la muerte. El pasar efímero del presente que al instante ya es pasado. ¡Cuanto futuro y cuanto pasado hay!
Tan poco presente y nosotros malgastamos el tiempo.
jueves, 14 de febrero de 2008
esq la cago
hoi en dia los pokemones, los poncios, las maracas, las travas, las yeguas i los fletos ia no bastan...
wnes sin vida me sorprenden. una cosa esq alguien via internet se haga pasar x mina una veh...2 veces....pero dp d un año seguir haciendose pasar x mina...robarle la vida a alguien mas...o inventar una vida irreal...es estar loco...
es no tner nada para i...nada propio la cago.
como si engañar a la gente q no importa no fuera suficiente...hai toda una careta i un plan tras esto....esto .
Robar las fotos: se ve. hacerse pasar x mina: se ve tb. Hacerse pasar x una mina piola pa q te pesken: se veee tambien. llevar mas de 2 años inventando vida a partir d fotos robadas de una mina: FREAAAKKKK.
CSM...ekis@ q en vdd al dia de hoi no se si es hombre, mujer, down, shemale, un perro o un peo. q lata...q no tnga una vida propia....fuck off...
ia no entiendo este mundo...hacia dnd esta yendo... me siento cm un extranjero en mi propia casa.