tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380559302024-03-13T14:59:30.354-06:00MY LIFE UNDER THE RED LIGHTYou don't have to put on the red light...Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-28587182633136732652011-03-04T23:32:00.003-06:002011-03-05T00:11:43.838-06:00NeverlandI don't wanna grow up... <br />I want to fall asleep on your shoulder<br />I want to cry for the infinite moments<br />those that never happened<br />I want to scream for your love, <br />that love that was never for me<br />I want to be that child, innocent life<br />I want to go to Neverland, with you.Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-51054892268518434202010-11-17T23:09:00.003-06:002010-11-17T23:22:43.201-06:00Lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling...I'm listening to an 8tracks mix... it's entitled "Songs to lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling to" and it brought a smile to my face... and it made me think on how my life has changed... how I've changed... how i've grown... and it's overwhelming... <br />Sometimes you think people never changes... there's people who doesn't embrace change and clings to their old life, hoping the "good old times" come back... And the thing is... I noticed I've been trying really hard to cling to what I lived... to the happiness, to the good moments, even to the sadness and the anger... and... now... I just stopped trying... Because I've noticed how good I am, how incredibly talented I am... I noticed how I've been wasting my time thinking about the past... I noticed how YOU changed me... How I'm a better person because of you... You might not be my favourite person right now... but I owe you this one... and for that... I'm grateful... And I hope you're happy... Because now I know being strangers to each other is the best we can do if we want to be better... <br />Lately I've been thinking how lucky I am, I'm surrounded by amazing people who cares about me and loves me... who won't give up on me... and it makes me smile... <br />I'm living the best moment I could possibly live right now... And I'm so enjoying it...<br />I hope you read this someday, because this might be the last time I write about you...<br />Thank you...<br />L.Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-70882670086955825432010-09-12T00:33:00.003-05:002010-09-12T00:41:45.729-05:00Do you want the truth or something beautiful?Sometimes (or pretty much most of the time) I run into really good singers or songs by accident... And this happened with Paloma Faith, my new redhead obsession... I love her and she's A-MA-ZING.<br />I listened to this song "Do you want the truth or something beautiful?" which also is the name of the album by accident and I fell in love with it... and I fell in love with the video...<br />And here's why: Sometimes we just want to hear pretty things... things that makes us feel good, handsome, pretty or just fine with ourselves... but most of the time they are just lies... sometimes innocent, sometimes the most ugly lies someone can say to us... and yet we feel that urge to hear them...<br />In the video of this song Paloma is a singer who pretends to be happy and gleeful in front of her audience, just like I fake a smile in front of people because I don't want to bore them with my problems... but when the audience is not looking, her smile faints... just like mine when I'm alone and feel lonely... <br />It's hard to show the people your real face but in the end, when she turns and cries because she can't pretend no more... The audience stands up extatic... So... sometimes I wonder... If I showed people my real face will they accept me like I am?<br />Will they stand up clapping and feeling proud of me?<br />... I can be who you want me to be... but, do you want me?...<br /><br />Smooth<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/steC-8NSVIw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/steC-8NSVIw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-84460973574019840732010-08-15T22:41:00.004-05:002010-08-15T22:46:29.592-05:00RegañoTu eras feliz hace mucho, casi un año... eras feliz, y es impresionante cómo cambian las cosas, que rápido se van, la felicidad, las cosas, las personas, y de pronto te encuentras ahi... pensando en que hace casi un año estabas enamorado, feliz, lo tenías todo... y ahora luchas por mantenerte, por mantener a tu familia, luchas por dejar de sentir, luchas por regresar algún día a la escuela... porque todo se hace muy dificil conforme pasa el tiempo... y tienes mil cosas en la cabeza y estúpidamente, lo único que te mueve, que te regresa esa felicidad, son un par de horas con tu persona favorita, la que se fue, la que tal vez no regrese, y si regresa, no lo hará de tu mano... ese par de horas que ya se acabaron... que nunca volverán... que te cambiaron (sí, de nuevo) y que te seguirán cambiando, porque esa persona, tu persona favorita, no sabe cuán importante es cada pequeña cosa que hace en tu vida, no sabe cómo te hizo cambiar, madurar, y nunca lo sabrá... porque ya no está.<br />Así que deja de preocuparte, porque claramente esa persona no piensa lo mismo de ti, deja de pensar, deja de sentir, enfócate en las cosas que importan, no extrañes, no quieras, no desees, porque se ha ido... <br />L.Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-51292030659218510682010-07-05T00:42:00.002-05:002010-07-05T00:48:30.712-05:00Heavy HeartSometimes it is harder than you think... <br />It's hard to forget... to stop thinking about you... to stop wanting you in my life...<br />It's not gonna happen, I know it... but when you do talk to me... you let me see that at least I left you good memories...<br />and this... this makes me smile... because all you left in me was love...<br />I want to move on... I do... I do...<br />But I miss youSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-88128556761224943202010-05-16T00:48:00.002-05:002010-05-16T01:18:08.970-05:00Back (yes... again)Today I got internet service again at home.. so I decided that as the huge celebration it must be I was going to write in my blog instead of doing it in the Moleskine book... Soooo... here it goes<br />Some people think I'm pretty fucked up since my ex left me and everything... fact: I am... but not since my ex left me... that's WHY he left me... so yeah... Don't blame the break up, Blame the fuck up<br />So yeah, I decided not to believe in love anymore... why? I have no particular reason, I just woke up someday and thought it was stupid... I believe in fraternity, I believe in the kind of love we have to our friends, brothers, sisters, parents, blah blah blah, but all this "we are one crap" (quoting Tori Amos) between 2 total strangers is just obnoxious, because that's what all this fools in love are... Strangers... and that's not gonna change. PERIOD<br />Then, Now people think I'm pretty much going to the looney house soon, because of my emotional breakdown and creepy stuff, and because I don't talk to anyone about my feelings anymore... but hey, that's the person I was before I started to date and fall in love, so I'm just going back to basics... I'm back to the old, creepy, emotionally unstable, funny and sarcastic guy I was before "love" (or whatever) complicated everything.<br />So, imagine, now that I've decided not to fucking believe in love, BAM! someone falls in love with me, of course I settle everything clear from the beginning, "I DON'T WANT ANY KIND OF RELATIONSHIP" I said... and of course, it was as if I hadn't said anything... So here I go, trying to keep it simple and trying not to hurt anyone, and GUESS-THEFUCK-WHAT... of course it didn't work... because I hurt someone... and now all the friends and people in the world can't forgive me for not being in love... and I'M FUCKING SORRY BITCHES... But I can't be in love... and that is a fact... <br />And well, everything seems to be more fun when your heart is dark and rotten and stuff like that right? well... IT'S NOT... You have to give up some stupid hopes and dreams you had when you believed... it's like when you stop believing in god (Been there too) and then you have to give up the existance of heaven (or hell for that matter) and eternal happiness... it's pretty much the same here, you stop believing in love and you stop wanting all these things you wanted when you were in love, you give up the fancy (and totally akward) wedding, you give up the kids, the adopted kids from Africa, The jumping in beds with them while singing "Ain't no mountain High enough" because cancer is killing you... well... I'm digressing, but you get the picture.<br />The thing is that you give up all this stuff... so it's not funny... it's devastating, like a hurricane... Remember New Orleans a couple of years ago? well, it's WORSE... But in the end, you learn how to want new stuff, because that's what you always do, want new stuff, try again... but you just try different, you start wanting a nice loft with lots of expensive things (because of course, since you don't believe in love, your Job will be YOUR LIFE and you will be successful at it, it's easier, of course), a couple of cats (or dogs... but I'm a cat person), and a nice fancy car to drive your friends to the clubs when you're 45 and single... can you picture it? sounds like a loooot of fun huh? <br />I Can't wait...<br />Can't wait...<br />Well... Now that I look at it... I kinda don't mind to wait a little bit more...<br />FUCK MY LIFE...<br />With love (HAHA!) <br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-65471996783010607412010-02-22T00:35:00.002-06:002010-02-22T00:46:52.201-06:00ClusterfuckI'm listening to Patrick Wolf... my Wolf... and I don't know if it's the music... or the situation... but I'm a clusterfuck of emotions... I'm a fucking rollercoaster, and I feel like I'm full of love to give... but I can't give it... because you keen on making me stop, but you don't know... you can't make me stop... because I already started... and I want to give it... and I feel powerless, I feel so small... I feel like it would be better if I just stop feeling... if I try hard... maybe I can do it... maybe someone will want to love me, and I'm afraid I can't return the love... I'm afraid of losing my emotions... and then not being able to love anyone else... but you... <br />I don't want to leave you, but sometimes I feel like we're playing a game, and I'm losing... <br />In the end, that's what love means right? it's a dance... I'm dancing... I'm trying to dance... but my partner doesn't feel like doing it... so I fall to the floor... every single time... and this bruises are not healing...<br />what should I do? I don't know, I don't know anything... I... just... don't...Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-62486864135311422632010-02-18T14:23:00.003-06:002010-02-18T14:31:27.674-06:00Give...<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />There are some, some who give blood<br />I give love<br />I give<br /><br />Soon, before the sun<br />Before the sun begins to rise<br />I know that I, I must give<br />So that I, I can live</span><br /><br />- Tori Amos - Give</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Do you sometimes feel like you're giving yourself away?<br />Do you sometimes feel like you were created to give and help people but never take anything?<br />Do you believe love is not enough because you just don't get a lot of it?<br />Do you believe you're a bad person because you're trying hard not to love?<br />Do you believe it's just too hard to let go?<br />Do you sometimes think you deserve more than that?<br />well...<br />I do...<br /><br /><br /><br />Xo<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-74970821700427798792010-02-11T23:36:00.002-06:002010-02-11T23:39:53.110-06:00SmileLove works in mysterious ways...<br />Sometimes you think you can't find it... but you see... it's there... it's just that you're not looking in the right place... or maybe it is there... but you're not smart enough to see it... cuz sometimes we're just stupid like that you know? but... although... maybe you can find it in an easier way... with people that are just there... in front of you... and this people... they make you smile... so smile... and feel the loveSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-18659074342115350252010-02-07T12:48:00.003-06:002010-02-07T12:57:23.632-06:00ChildhoodRemember when you were a kid? Remember how easy it was to just go day by day without thinking about all that stuff that makes you feel overwhelmed? <br />For some reason I just can't remember how it was... but I'm sure the children have super powers you know? They have the super power of living day by day, it doesn't matter how shitty it might be, they just cope with it without complaining, because it's new for them... <br />When we grow up we start filling our hearts and souls with regret, pain, sorrow... they don't know what those things are... they just wake up everyday and make it the best day they can, they play games, they have fun, even when they're by themselves... they don't know what it means to be alone, they have their partners, their toys... and they're so fucking right... because I mean... is there any better company than yourself? They have an inner dialogue that's way richer than ours... they embrace the fact that you don't have to be one way or another but you can be all that you want and dream... it's genius... <br />Sometimes I wish I could go back to that... I would exchange everything I have to go back to that, the painless existance, the most perfect stage of being a human can experience... INNOCENCE...Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-66882337718472208522009-11-07T23:07:00.006-06:002010-05-16T01:52:51.500-05:00Keeps Gettin' BetterMucho tiempo ha pasado desde que comencé este blog, donde siempre he plasmado mis penas y mis (muy pocas glorias) esta noche le toca a un par de glorias que me han hecho sentir muy feliz ultimamente.<br />Como ustedes saben (o no) pasé por una fase super emo en la que todo me salía mal y yo andaba siempre deprimido, no puedo decir que lo he superado, pero si he mejorado muchisimo y las cosas se siguen poniendo mejor.<br />En un periodo de tiempo de... unos meses, supongo, como 3 o 4, he encontrado un grupo de amigos con los que me siento increiblemente bien y que me hacen ser una mejor persona en todos los aspectos, desde el sentimental hasta el académico, gracias a ellos he crecido mucho y comencé a creer en mi mismo de nuevo, he encontrado una persona especial con la que me complemento padrísimo y con la que me paso increible y con la que puedo hablar sobre mi vida entera sabiendo que no será tomado a mal, he encontrado un trabajo que ni siquiera estaba buscando (conseguir trabajo por recomendación es lo mejor de este planeta) y que es justo lo que siempre he querido, una agencia de publicidad. En fin, keeps getting better.<br />Al analizar todo esto que me esta pasando me sentí sobrecogido por la rapidez con la que pasaba, con la perfección con la que se desarrollaba y con la felicidad que me inunda día a día despues de tanto tiempo de esperar la felicidad. Pero sobre todo, lo que me he puesto a pensar es en lo mucho que he cambiado. Yo solía ser el típico "yo soy muy chingón y salgo solo de todo" y gracias a la gente que me rodea me he comenzado a dar cuenta de que no puedo solo, de que los necesito y de lo inmensamente agradecido que estoy por tener a gente tan chingona en mi vida, gente que me hace ser mejor persona, mejor estudiante, mejor -ente trabajador-, en fin, un mejor Luis en todos los aspectos, creo que nunca entenderán lo mucho que significan para mi y lo mucho que los quiero, pero espero que lo sepan, y que se sientan chingones porque lo son.<br />Este post va expresamente para estas personas en mi vida, se que es super cursi, pero los enlisto sin ningún orden, ninguno es más importante que el otro, todos son mi vida entera y ocupan un pedazote de mi corazón.<br />ahí van:<br /><br />Mich<br />Janet<br />Jomi<br />Perla<br />Lore<br />Carla<br />Roko<br />Yam<br />Ivonne<br />PamPam<br />Gracias por hacerme quien soy y por darme mis zapes cuando hago las cosas mal. Los amo<br /><br /><br />**********<br /><br />UPDATE!: Scratch this cheesyness... I love you all, but hell how dumb I was to believe that was happiness... Thank you for those months of "happiness" anyway. A little after I wrote this post everything changed... so it was the emotion of the moment... <br />I love my friends and I thank them for being with me when I was "happy", and so I thank them for being with me now that everything's back to the normal crappy stuff... <br />Guys... you ruleSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-34349705592634336152009-10-05T23:47:00.002-05:002009-10-05T23:53:19.771-05:00The biggest sigh in the worldYes... i wish it could have been different... i wish we could have changed the world... i wished for everything to change... i prayed... though i know i'm not a catholic... i had faith in what this was... i had faith... today i don't find it... i just can't... who's gonna find it this time? did i lose everything i had? did i win this losing game? <br />i don't know anything today... i just know that sometimes it's just too late to try harder... sometimes it's worthless... i don't wanna try hard anymore... i just want to feel the life... the love... the freedom and the truth... and i will let myself feel it because i have nothing left to do...Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-74861386081081429512009-10-01T00:31:00.001-05:002009-10-01T00:32:53.498-05:00I cried last night with this poem... i love it<span style="font-style:italic;">“I carry your heart with me”<br /><br />E. E. Cummings</span><br /><br />I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) <br />I am never without it (anywhere i go you go, <br />my dear; and whatever is done by only me is <br />your doing, my darling)<br />I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) <br />I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)<br />and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant<br />and whatever a sun will always sing is you<br /><br />here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br />(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br />and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows<br />higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)<br />and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart<br /><br />I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)<br /><br />xx<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-74725930859566066102009-09-29T00:36:00.002-05:002009-09-29T00:38:33.841-05:00so what?<span style="font-style:italic;">"...So I'm gonna drink my money, I'm not gonna pay his rent..."</span><br /><br />Years since i don't write here, i just came here to say i'm kinda fed up about everything and i miss my old life... <br />period<br /><br />i missed my blog too...<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-30630737998423425062009-07-12T02:01:00.004-05:002009-07-12T02:35:15.395-05:00La LettreHello? hello? are you still there? I'm calling you, Young L. cuz apparently you're not here anymore... i mean... where's the young guy who got easily wasted? the one who didn't care about anything? the one who kept on drinking with his friends until someone puked? the one who wanted to smoke weed but never did it because his junkie friend D. was selfish when he was high?... the one who thought that life was short... the one who wanted to "live fast, die young and be a beautiful corpse"... <br /><br />I remember you wanted to get a tattoo... you wanted it to say "I'm not afraid to keep on living"... but dude... you never did it... cuz you were afraid, cuz life's frightening, cuz you are, indeed, afraid of living... you're afraid of trying... afraid of telling the truth to all this people that's gonna judge you... or maybe not... either way, you're afraid... <br /><br />It's been 3 months, almost 4, since you fell in love with A. a free soul, someone who is your complete opposite and yet a reflection of your old self... someone with fears, with problems, but free... free from the chains you're carrying with yourself all the time... with the same desires you had when you were in highschool, with the same crazyness, with the same freedom... and you are destroying that freedom, why? maybe you just can't resist the idea of something bad happening to that beautiful free spirit... maybe you're just afraid... still afraid... always afraid... afraid of what? of losing something? someone? you've never had anything easy and simple... so why are you complaining? you're used to loss... to sadness... stop complaining...<br /><br />Where's that hymn you sang? "I'm not afraid to keep on living"? ha! now you don't even listen to that song, it makes you feel pity for yourself, you can't stand it... cuz you know everyone's free but you, you're turning into a 40 year-old-cat-lover spinster... but you know you're not like that... you know there's still a guy inside you who takes risks... who loves vodka and vandalism... c'mon... look inside... behind some spiderwebs... there he is... wanting to come out of his darkness... just relax... and please... stop being afraid... i'll take care of you... perfect balance... just relax...<br /><br />and breathe... just breathe...<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-59423744293386578852009-06-10T01:48:00.002-05:002009-06-10T01:58:03.587-05:00Vanity...Vanity... deadly sin... but you know you love it... you know you love when you get a new hairdo and people says it looks great... yeah, you love that feeling, you know when people tells you how thin you've got since they met you, and you know when your significant one says you're incredibly cute... yeah, you know that feeling, and you know you love it... that's why you spend at least 15 minutes straightening your hair every morning and taking pics for DailyBooth... but somehow... you know it's never enough, you know you wanna be that skinny guy on the TV, you know you wanna get that haircut everybody's wearing, and you know you wanna be perfect... but... does that make you perfect? or just good looking? does that make you smarter? funnier? no, and you know it... so go get that haircut, make a diet, you know that is not the path to perfection...<br />what is your idea of perfection? tell me :D<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-68906068618236666952009-05-27T11:57:00.003-05:002009-05-27T12:05:44.028-05:00On life and bikesLife... is a lot like learning how to drive a bike... when you start, you're all enthusiastic about it, you can't wait until you get into the bike, into the real world, and start driving like a pro... the thing is that, on the way of learning, you have to fall, you fall over and over again, you ride through the same roads where you know you'll be more likely to fall, cuz it has holes in the ground, it has big rocks that'll make you trip... but you still drive through the same road, and just like you expected, you fall... and you do it again, expecting the next time will be better. The thing is that you have to fall, it's not that cool to be a pro from the beginning, otherwise you won't have those amazing bruises and scars, those warrior scars that'll make you look like a hero, cuz in the end, we're all heroes who survived war, life, and still, we fall everytime we grab a bike...Smoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-38120357612601720042009-05-17T03:08:00.004-05:002009-05-17T03:18:51.434-05:00... But it is such a perfect place to start... my love...*escuchando: the world is not enough - Garbage*<br /><br />Me dieron ganas de escribir... de escribir y revivir este vacío blog después de un rato... antes escribía, y mucho, cuando el remolino de emociones parecía ser nuevo... ahora... el remolino se ha vuelto tan turbulento, que ni siquiera me mueve a escribirlo... es tanto que es risible, y no por eso menos intenso... simplemente me río de las estupideces que me pasan, llegan momentos en los que creo que quien sea que esté allá arriba se está riendo mucho de mi... MUCHO.<br />pues ya, cumplí 20 años... me siento más viejo? no, más joven? tampoco, más cansado? definitivamente, solo? si... y no... <br />la pregunta es... he cambiado? qué tan diferente soy de ese niño de 17 años que empezó este blog? pff... soy demasiado diferente, demasiado, soy más viejo, objetivamente, soy más maduro que a los 17 pero menos maduro de lo que debería ser a los 20, de eso estoy seguro... soy más fuerte, soy más delgado... eso es algo bueno... no? conozco más gente, amo a más gente... gente buena... y detesto a más gente muy mala... me río menos, pero trabajo más... eso me llena... la mayor parte del tiempo... tendré más amor? si, supongo que sí... pero también estoy más solo... aunque tengo también más amigos, he leído muchos más libros y he escuchado muchos discos, he visto más películas, he besado a más gente, he dormido, y despertado, también he llorado mucho, pero eso es normal, siempre he sido demasiado sentimental... me he enojado... y a veces no se me quitó jamás... he extrañado lo viejo, pero también doy gracias por lo nuevo, perdí amigos, muchos... y recupere unos cuantos... y al final del día... mi vida sigue... no se por cuanto tiempo... pero espero estar aqui para resumir los cambios...<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-80782982187312204612009-03-12T00:00:00.003-06:002009-03-12T00:01:30.071-06:00PaseleeeeeHey, les dejo el link de un blog alterno sobre publicidad que estoy haciendo como parte de un proyecto de la universidad, visitenlo y diganme que les parece<br /><br /><a href="http://theadvertisersguide.blogspot.com/">The Advertiser's Guide to The Galaxy</a><br /><br />Peace<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-55521698165366073212009-02-19T18:25:00.003-06:002009-02-19T18:28:27.892-06:00Como se vería si...Hey bloggers! ps la verdad estoy bien aburrido y me puse a photoshopear (muy malamente, la verdad) una foto de Beth Ditto (vocalista de Gossip) para ver cómo demonios se vería si fuera delgada... creo que haré esto más seguido... los resultados estan impresionantes! la verdad creo que sería una mujer bastante atractiva, los dejo bloggers! <br /><br />ANTES<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDYaJiKPKgvYEsUKOL6i1Huk9F736pNaNZSUgiGkOd5QtXccD3sHF8avglH8tQSUMTi3bl_-IqzoE1Yi0jXBa5_shoBqeShiajRjHilZSwSZqYB0z6PSTPIbmASvHEewqxNEJkw/s1600-h/Beth_Ditto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDYaJiKPKgvYEsUKOL6i1Huk9F736pNaNZSUgiGkOd5QtXccD3sHF8avglH8tQSUMTi3bl_-IqzoE1Yi0jXBa5_shoBqeShiajRjHilZSwSZqYB0z6PSTPIbmASvHEewqxNEJkw/s320/Beth_Ditto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304669495068416098" /></a><br /><br />DESPUES<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBZfVEeiVak2iQyEf1opRqSAv6eiRhDpJcjKVdTju5-xCp-K0r922NN6EFBx3SUcqaAp7F3pLNu49Yv-lHR46axZvonBEqa68tfqOzBURTZ_mmEcgSHiUTJMXb1pVtTMOGbRzGw/s1600-h/Beth_Ditto2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBZfVEeiVak2iQyEf1opRqSAv6eiRhDpJcjKVdTju5-xCp-K0r922NN6EFBx3SUcqaAp7F3pLNu49Yv-lHR46axZvonBEqa68tfqOzBURTZ_mmEcgSHiUTJMXb1pVtTMOGbRzGw/s320/Beth_Ditto2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304669701479768802" /></a><br /><br />Estaría padre poder hacernos flacos de un photoshopazo en la vida real no? <br />PEACE<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-38618172692134345412009-02-17T00:22:00.002-06:002009-02-17T00:24:19.062-06:00Ya decía yo...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmetoTVvypzceYDhArr5pxkwjAEwJW-P49q6h_7V3f7JiHCMWXRxRbYwTnA7lgxOmlUYpikqp8dvMwEnv9YPdmDDT7EORBTK0DhF0tkqNcKw8PbqcY6xVra2-AxPn3EZhSMWYa8w/s1600-h/19567728.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmetoTVvypzceYDhArr5pxkwjAEwJW-P49q6h_7V3f7JiHCMWXRxRbYwTnA7lgxOmlUYpikqp8dvMwEnv9YPdmDDT7EORBTK0DhF0tkqNcKw8PbqcY6xVra2-AxPn3EZhSMWYa8w/s320/19567728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303648137090271154" /></a><br />ya ven chicas? pa' que aprendan! hahahahahaha<br />no, ya en serio, esta genial la imagen, sin afán de herir susceptibilidades y con todo respeto, haciendo burla de la sociedad machista en la que vivimos... <br />saludos a todos<br />Peace out<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-41915114752772946462009-01-25T13:55:00.006-06:002009-01-25T14:08:09.377-06:00Fools in love...<span style="font-style:italic;">Fools in love, well are there any other kinds of lovers?<br />Fools in love, is there any other kind of pain?<br />Inara George - Fools in love<br /></span><br />En los casi 20 años de vida que debo agradecer (o no) por haber vivido en este mundo, me he dado cuenta de una cosa... octubre, noviembre, diciembre y enero son los meses en los que surgen más noviazgos... ¿porqué? probablemente porque estos meses son previos a fechas en las que la gente tiene miedo de estar solo (léase navidad, año nuevo y san valentin), y no digo que las parejas se usen el uno al otro para no estar solos en navidad/año nuevo o san valentin, lo más probable es que simplemente sea una acción inconsciente de supervivencia social, pues estar sólo en esas fechas implica deprimirte a la Bridget Jones y comprobar que una vez más pasas las fiestas soltero... es chistoso, pero mientras se avecina san valentín van surgiendo parejitas entre mis amigos, o se reconcilian ex parejas... yadda yadda yadda... igual que cuando se acercaba navidad hace un año... es ASI de extraño... igual... felicidades a todos los que empiezan... los que re-empiezan y los que buscan empezar... después de todo, creo que john no se pudo haber equivocado: todo lo que necesitas es amor... al menos en estas épocas...<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-77459965334981419562009-01-21T00:11:00.004-06:002009-01-21T00:18:07.166-06:00HOUSEDr. House: ¡Se como matar a un hombre con mi pulgar!<br />Dra. Cuddy: ¿¡y quién no!?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUlkW0r2fw_oOWXFyTk8OYqbQZSeG0_9929PpmGiKhi_Mce1jbmeUInn2fwIgnE-LatzMJUiFirVooRv3CbhLJ0wvFEHpMfnPCPS1kYymPcl0HEckf_V3Bz4sV_OmtpHfCMiUPQ/s1600-h/house_m_d__simpsonified_by_mikkegallardo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUlkW0r2fw_oOWXFyTk8OYqbQZSeG0_9929PpmGiKhi_Mce1jbmeUInn2fwIgnE-LatzMJUiFirVooRv3CbhLJ0wvFEHpMfnPCPS1kYymPcl0HEckf_V3Bz4sV_OmtpHfCMiUPQ/s320/house_m_d__simpsonified_by_mikkegallardo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293627101642545426" /></a><br /><br />¡Exacto! ¿¡quien no!?<br />XoXo<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-91545005928096778702009-01-17T00:30:00.001-06:002009-01-17T00:31:29.596-06:00HOUSE OF WOLVES...<span style="font-style:italic;">"Homo homini lupus est." <br />“El hombre es un lobo para el hombre”<br />-Thomas Hobbes</span><br /><br />Seguramente Hobbes, al decir esto se refería a la sociedad en sí misma tratando de destruirse como sociedad, viéndose desde un ángulo que va desde desde el individuo hasta el conjunto y de regreso. Sin embargo, ¿qué pasa cuando este sabotaje hacia nuestra humanidad se da como una lucha cuerpo-cuerpo con nosotros mismos?<br />Para el psicólogo Carl Jung los arquetipos no son más que necesidades biológicas o psicológicas; tendencias innatas a experimentar las cosas que suceden en nuestro entorno de determinada manera. Uno de los arquetipos marcados por Jung es llamado “La persona” que vendría siendo la “máscara” que nos ponemos ante la sociedad para encajar en ella.<br />Al parecer, en “la persona” se esconden muchas más, en este arquetipo se esconden personalidades complejas que nos sirven para convivir en una sociedad que nos exige comportamientos y actitudes básicas para las relaciones interpersonales. Sin embargo, puede llegar a ser mas compleja cuando la gente usa aquellos comportamientos para cambiarse a sí mismos y de esta manera encajar en una sociedad que de principio aparenta rechazarlos.<br />Sin duda es bastante impresionante darte cuenta de lo mucho que la gente usa los arquetipos para la supervivencia social y lo ávidos que estamos todos por más.<br />La estrella de rock, la conejita de playboy, el adolescente acomplejado, el “emo/darketo/gótico/etc” los reyes del baile de graduación, la rubia hermosa pero tonta y su amiga fea pero inteligente... Estos son solo algunos de los arquetipos que fácilmente podemos encontrar en cuanto prendemos la televisión o incluso volteando a nuestro alrededor en un lugar concurrido.<br />La mayoría de la gente se aferra a estas personalidades como un camuflaje para pasar desapercibida en grupos sociales en los que quieren ser aceptados sin tener que anunciar su “verdadero yo” ante nadie, pues la mayoría de los que hace esto se considera a sí mismo -no tiene suficiente para encajar o caerle bien a aquel grupo al que quiere pertenecer-.<br />Pero entonces esta la cuestión: ¿Es válido cambiarnos a nosotros mismos sólo para entrar en el conjunto? Y sobre todo, ¿es válido sabotear a nuestra propia persona sólo por conseguir un par de sonrisas de gente que probablemente no valga la pena?<br />Creo que deberíamos de pensar en esto antes de cambiar totalmente nuestra forma de ser para caerle bien a alguien pues sin duda, gracias a estas personalidades camaleónicas nos hemos convertido en lobos hambrientos de nuestra propia destrucción como individuos y al final de todo, como sociedad.<br /><br />XoXo<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38055930.post-30905383726006234082009-01-12T22:00:00.004-06:002009-01-12T22:31:03.401-06:00Love...<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!<br />-<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Christian (Ewan McGregor) en Moulin Rouge!<br /><br /></span></span></div><br />*Currently Listening to: White Lips Kissed (live in Copenhagen) - Mew*<br /><br />Es extraño, no puedo hablarle, mis defensas estan completamente abajo en cuanto le hablo... me siento atacado, intimidado... "she's way too much" pienso... no soy suficientemente interesante como para que me voltee a ver, lo hace... tal vez si sea interesante... no, en realidad no lo soy, solo es buena chica, como todas sus amigas, pero me gusta hablar con ella, cuando no lo hago siento que algo falta... es eso amistad? es obvio que me gusta... pero... las cosas son complicadas no? siempre lo son, al menos para mi... sería genial no tener que luchar por algo esta vez... sería genial que solo se acercara e hiciera todo mas fácil... pero es dificil para ella... quiero verla... me doy cuenta de que nunca la he abrazado... me gustaría hacerlo... me gustaría no sentirme así, me gustaría que ella no se sintiera asi, me gustaría protegerla y hacerla olvidar... pero no puedo... me gustaría olvidar y seguir adelante... pero es imposible... no queda más que la interminable incertidumbre de lo que pudo haber pasado...<br /><br />Peace<br />SmoothSmoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08922748076954125658noreply@blogger.com3