vengo del futuro para hablarle sin la puntuacion adecuada

Buenos domingos mi querido lector,

volvemos a escribir en español (mi alterego y yo, por eso de la conjugacion en plural)

venimos a usted sin ningun proposito en especial, solo queriamos pasar a saludarle en nuestra lengua materna ya que ultimamente hemos estado en un ambiente altamente anglosajon y esa no es manera de tratarle a usted mi queridisimo y ferviente lector escondido.

bueno eso y tambien quisiera regalarle hoy domingo una lectura suavesita y sin sentido como esas que me encantan (mi alterego acaba de salir del cuarto, por eso del singular) y sin querer hacerle pensar mucho. sabe que mi adoradisimo, ultimamente me ha matado la idea de que PIENSO TODO DEMASIADO y asi no se debe ir por la vida, dandole doble sentido a las acciones simples y cuestionando todo lo que nos llega y secretamente disfrutar sentirme triste de repente porque "SOY TAN PROFUNDA". iiik la cosa es que honestamente no, solo tengo mucho tiempo libre mental porque nunca le pongo atencion a nadie. JA! .. desde aqui oigo como muchos corazones se rompieron. o tal vez mi alterego esta rompiendo cosas en mi casa de nuevo. es su hobbie, destrozar cristaleria, no la juzgo porque me cae bien, pero creo que deberia conseguirse algo nuevo que hacer algo asi como combatir el crimen o practicar el acordeon. Dios sabe que ambas habilidades nos hacen mucha falta en estos tiempos de incertidumbre.

juzgue por usted mismo si lo que a continuacion le dire es real o imaginario

hace poco conoci a una chica que trabaja en Chanel, muy bonita y sorprendentemente simpatica como para ser subdita de Lagerfeld, pero no empieze a aventarle prejuicios de cajon solo porque trabaja para un hombre que cree que comer esta por debajo de el, sino que SOLAMENTE esta en ese trabajo hasta que consiga su licencia de piloto de helicopteros mata zombies y terroristas. ok, no mata zombies ni terroristas. pero creo que es en extremo ... COOL (adioooos credibilidad que me dieron las palabras rebuscadas de 50 centavos) que una chica esta en la escuela de pilotos de helicopteros. se me hace como esos sueños de cuando te preguntaba la maestra Patty de Preprimaria "A" que querias ser de grande y tu mientras ignorabas las voces interiores de tu alterego (o solo era yo?) decias algo de acuerdo a tu edad como CANTANTE o GESTOR DE CUENTAS A PAGAR... y luego al final terminas estudiando algo mundano como ingenieria encosasmuydificiles o licenciado en ojalahubieraentradoalaescueladediseño.

creo que es admirable la gente que no deja sus sueños en los brazos de la maestra Patty y que en verdad hace algo al respecto, que nos paso que de repente nos dejamos comer por el mundo corporativo?? ... uy ya ven lo que les digo que pienso demasiado, esta vez se lo juro mi lector incredulo, fue sin querer!

(pase a disculpar las evidentes faltas de correcta puntuacion y acentos correspondientes pero estoy en computadora ajena y soy una habitante del futuro (7 horas adelante de usted)... y eso aqui no existe ): )

hoy fue un día horrible. necesito un abrazo

en el 2007 yo tenia un mejor amigo. ese mejor amigo también era mi novio. fue una relación para recordar, a pesar de que honestamente ya se me olvido casi todo. al final el me abandonó y me quede sola, la peor parte no era ser soltera, sino haber perdido a alguien que se había vuelto mi familia. mi mejor amigo. la verdad es que aunque necesitaba que me dejara para ser feliz y encontrarme a mi misma, nunca se lo perdone. pero eso ya que importa si nos ignoramos lo suficiente y nos mandamos mails de cumpleaños para poder decir que estamos en buenos terminos.

en el 2009 conocí a alguien fisicamente identico a él. cuyo resultado se terminó conviertiendo en el mismo sans los mails de cumpleaños.

mi teoría es que la gente que se parece normalmente actua igual, y honestamente ya me lo esperaba.

For all the "Dramma Junkies" out there.

Well, well after a short visit home I'm back in Schnitzel Land. lucky me.

I had a nice time back home, got to see old friends, got to ignore old friends and got to drink lots of Starbucks products. I must admitt I missed you, my beloved reader, like Zombies miss the taste of brains or like monkeys miss their off springs when they are away (I watched a documentary about monkeys in the plane on my way back).

While at home I thought and realized many things, which I'll elaborte on later but right now I'd like to talk to you about something that struck me like when I found out Super Mario was originally called "Mr. Video" (yes, he was!).

Are, some of us, dramma junkies?!

Let me explain, my puzzled visitor, doesn't it happen to you that you want something so much, so bad, you long and you dream about that CERTAIN something? ... either it is a person, a job, a feeling, a movie or even a HAMBURGER, whatever you happen to be infatuated with, and then that disturbing creature called 'FATE' slaps you in the face by actually... LETTING YOU HAVE IT.

Oh my Gawd! you might say, and right now you don't find what it is wrong with that but, after all that time longing something apparently forbidden to you and then having it... it happens, and prepare for the PLOT TWIST, not to be enough.

So it isn't enough, so you get bored and start wondering what attracted you to it in the first place... my question here is: do we need continuous complications and problems to be happy and entertained?!? just what is it that its so fascinating about something we can't have???

If we were able to live the life of our dreams where our biggest concern would be figuring out where we left our car keys, would we create dramma for ourselves to make it worth it?

I just don't quite get the thrill of the 'ups & downs' but it's there, as real as monkeys enjoying morning grooming.

What is it with the dramma that sometimes it can only be described in one word... 'addictive' ?

squirrels & ice cream

A while ago I saw this movie & it was PERFECTION.

watch it: The Go Getter

mr. m

I drink my coffee black, because it reminds me of the color of your soul

(and because I'm pretentious)

The Emotionally Crippled

Guten Tag, readers!

If you don't mind my globalized ways I'll be sticking to writting in English for a while.. just for the sake of getting more comments, you know how us bloggers suck on feedback like the French footbal team in the world cup

So I'd been thinking for a reasonable amount of days on a subject that has been unceremoniously freaking me out.

A considerable while ago I met this guy, the friend of a friend. I remember been high on caffeine enough that I blantly told my friend how much I liked her friend but something told me he was not exactly the best deal in the market out there for me (I'm a business student, Im bound to speak like this)

So she told me that she kind of saw it coming since he seemed to be "MY TYPE".

And now that has gotten me thinking... why? Because after a few months of something that can only be described with 3 letters ..."WTF", I found out this guy/creature from hell, was incredibly emotionally crippled. I don't want to bash him or anything, since I realized this is like any other dissability, you know? There's people who can't walk right, speak right or any other kind of impediments, some of them since birth! Has anyone actually stopped to analyze whether it is possible that you can be born with an emotional dissability? If so, should we give them special care and our seats on the bus? or should we run away because this is so bad it can become contagious? ... and well, putting aside all that clinical talk, how is THIS kind of guy "MY TYPE"?! it scared me a little bit that she was right. My type seem to be the unattainable.

So why should we follow 'types' anyway? If it seems not to work out, why are we still trying to date the same kind of persona? I noticed that by doing so, we are just putting replay on a story we've already seen and the ending will just keep getting worse and worse.

So maybe, my dearests, we are not meant to go with 'our types' but exactly the opposite way, then again it may not be what we want but what we need.

Is following a 'type' a part of our uncouncious programming or are we just desperate to change the ending of a story bound to fail?

when we are out of the equation

by any means do I mean to upset you, my young reader 2 people crowd (including myself)

But like Freddy Mercury sang 'It's a hard life' ... so better to embrace it and whine about it as long as it is still relevant.. sort of and people will care to read, sort of.

I guess a person must look out for themselves and not expect others to come save them. Never, expect others to come save you, even if cartoons say so... let me brake this to you, they are lying; sometimes, you just have to be strong enough to save yourself.

I'm not being gloomy about it, but have you ever found yourself looking at your life as if it was a movie, and you have your main characters, but then you realize how for certain of these characters you are just out of the equation? Then again, IM NOT BEING A MOOPY MOP. (whatever that might be)

I think we must be strong enough to realize we are a prop in our own movie and yes it is horrible and yes it is sad, and your main characters have their main characters, in which you are not included. You, have become my friend, "TREE #4".

I think the best option for us "TREES #4", is to be as grown upy as possible about it, you know, just limit yourself to cry until you fall asleep or drown in your own tears whatever happens first, put a gipsy curse on them for several generations, put detergent in their morning coffee and write a tell-all book. That will surely help!

No but, really I think one of the most difficult things for every human being with feelings is 'letting go' of something you desperately want, either is a boy, a job, a possesion, whatever the form it comes into. Reader, if that... 'entity' doesn't want you back, we must back off. We must want the best for them and just wait around, until we are somebody's main character.

Like Amy to Blake, like Dorian to Bassil, like Josephine to Napoleon, like Big to Carrie.

there's a great forest out there, full of trees like you and i, and from time to time you bump into your own kind, but sometimes you just dont.