| Thursday, November 30, 2006 |
| The Spine |
A strength that was always there. A presence that never went away. There, where that strength lies, happiness exists. It's always warm, always fun, always full of surprises. It's our point of reunion, our turning point, our home.
The spine: what holds us together, what makes every step feel like the right one. For every mistake there was always a friendly hand to lift you up. A cookie jar full for all our triumphs.
Thanks for making every moment special. For giving us a home full of love and joy. For lending a hand at every opportunity. For the smiles in the morning, for the pecan pies at Christmas, for Thanksgiving dinners, for all those mid morning calls just asking about us, to know how we are. Mostly, thanks for just being there and caring.
I love you grandma. Even if it didn't always show, I love you. |
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This is the song and I do mean THE SONG! Most won't understand but this is a very special song that identifies 2 of my friends and me. Luv ya!
I thought I saw a man brought to life / He was warm / He came around and he was dignified / He showed me what it was to cry / Well you couldn't be that man I adored / You don't seem to know / Seem to care what your heart is for / But I don't know him anymore / There's nothing where he used to lie / The conversation has run dry / That's what's going on / Nothing's fine I'm torn / I'm all out of faith / This is how I feel / I'm cold and I am shamed / Lying naked on the floor / Illusion never changed / Into something real / I'm wide awake / And I can see / The perfect sky is torn / You're a little lateI'm already torn / So I guess the fortune teller's right / I should have seen just what was there / And not some holy light / But you crawled beneath my veins / And now I don't careI had no luck / I don't miss it all that much / There's just so many things / That I can touch I'm torn / I'm all out of faith / This is how I feel / I'm cold and I am shamed / Lying naked on the floor / Illusion never changed / Into something real / I'm wide awake / And I can see / The perfect sky is torn / You're a little late / I'm already torn / Torn |
| posted by -Pri- @ 2:24 PM |
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| Monday, November 27, 2006 |
| Back and forth and back again |
Unknown thoughts that were not spoken. Things that were shall never be the same again. A moment's passion, a passing idea, a thing that broke you was renewed. And there you stand, trying to go back, to regain that which you lost, but the fact remains that you can't relive the past.
A sword that was shattered was remade, but with whose hands and by what fire? Is it strong enough to last? To fight a losing battle?
Words were said and not meant. The real ideas behind them were tucked away to never be heard of again. Thus I ask, what did you gain? A meaningless day for you, a wonderful experience to others. Who's to judge the right interpretation of those event? Events that, like an avalanche, came crashing down, gaining strength, power and speed by the second, leaving no room for change; just destruction. But like every natural catastrophe after the storm comes the calm, where everything is renewed. So maybe this is the time for a fresh start, a new beginning. Then again, this could be the time of death. Where this moment of peace is but the eye of the hurricane and the rest shall come and destroy you once again. |
| posted by -Pri- @ 8:35 PM |
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| Tuesday, November 21, 2006 |
| The mysteries of hair color |
"I saw a butterfly. A pretty, blue butterfly. And it took me by surprise. A very joyful surprise. I wanted that butterfly. I wanted that butterfly to be mine. But the butterfly flew away. It flew away and left me behind." -The thoughts of a blonde-
Some may wonder what it is exactly that I have against blondes. The truth is that everything and nothing at all. Let me explain: Blondes are stupid. Be they men or women (though guys tend to be stupid either way, but that's another story). The thing is that it's not exactly the hair color that ticks me off, it's the reason for the hair color. It's the perkiness, the stupid comments, the idea that if you're stupid you'll somehow be more attractive (a medieval belief that somehow has been maintained till the 21st century). You always hear about the blue prince in a shining armor. The white horse, the castle, the perfect couple. HELLO!! Give me a commoner in a rusty armor any time! Imagine having to deal with a perfect guy, with the perfect hair, the perfect body (though I can deal with the perfect body =P ), the perfect attitude, the patience, etc. It's enough to make me sick! So why in god's good name would you want to pretend to be the perfect anything?! The model thing, the Barbie thing, the stupid idea that you have to be anything else than what you are! That's what ticks me off about blondes! The idea that IF you're blonde you'll be better! Odds are, you'll be worse! There's a reason no one is born with the wrong hair color...why change it? And if you want to change it, do it for the right reasons! Not because you want to look like someone else!
Honestly, for me the worse part of these type of people are the perkiness and the endless patience. Perkiness...WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN PERKY ANYWAYS!!?? I mean, hey! be perky for a day or two! Even three or four!! But please don't tell me that your life is soooo great that every single day there's a reason for you to be perky! People that jump around you and pretend to always be happy. It's a cliche, I know but: you seriously don't always have to be happy! It's ok to be sad, grumpy, or anything else! Ok, so for the patience....the endless patience. The person that takes everything in stride, that never gets pissed off, that's always happy and ALWAYS understands. So, if I punch you in the face, will you understand THAT?! Don't understand! Scream! Shout! Be real!!
In the end that's the basic theme about this whole thing: Be REAL! Why is it that we never value ourselves. There's always someone better, something better, someone more interesting, someone prettier. There will always be someone better, but that doesn't mean that you aren't better at something else! In any case there is a limit to everyone. You can't be perfect and no one expects you to. You only have to try your best but, and this is a very BIG but, you don't have to lose yourself in the process! The blondeness, the perkiness, the patience, the split personality...is it really necessary? Just wonder what would happen if we all looked alike and acted alike. B-O-R-I-N-G So why be that person? Be mean once in a while, shout out for the injustice done to you, scream when you feel neglected, laugh if you feel joy, cry when you feel sad, but in essence, just feel and DO what YOU feel.
"I saw a butterfly. A pretty, blue butterfly. I wanted that butterfly so I took a bat. I swung at it and couldn't hit it. So I looked for something else. I saw an electric racket and I swung at it again. This time I hit it. So it got electrocuted and came crashing down. I looked at it. A pretty dead blue butterfly. Oh well. Goodbye dead blue butterfly." -The thoughts of a brunette- |
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| Monday, November 06, 2006 |
| Torn |
The black and white pictures that haunt me. The nothingness that just won't disappear. The illusion of hope that was taken away. The dream of love that was just broken, will never be the same again. So why do I keep going? Simple. Because in a corner deep inside me there still lies some remains of those things I lost; those things I might never regain in their entirety. A small piece of hope still beats, but, is it enough to live? Will I get through in the end with these ruined possessions, these parts of me that were left in tatters. I will sit on the sidewalk and watch the people pass me by. Entities that are whole, that haven't felt pain, that haven't experienced the loss I now feel. Human beings that love and are loved in return. Lucky citizens that may never feel wrecked as I do. And still I must go on. I'll pick myself up and live a shadow of what once was. I'll be but a shell of my former self and maybe with time I'll start filling it up. For a while I'll just be. An emptiness that didn't fade. A delusion that was worn to shreds. |
| posted by -Pri- @ 8:20 AM |
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| Saturday, November 04, 2006 |
| Stupidity and it's limits....there are none |
 Ok, so here's a doubt I have about stupidity and it's limits. I'm a "writer", or at least I like to call myself one. Besides that I already graduated from school and am in the middle of one of the hardest careers ever (architecture). So how come others manage to think or create a certain illusion inside their brains that I'm actually stupid? I mean, I read and write for a hobby, am highly argumentative and I analize everything you say to use against you later on. So why do some insist on contradicting themselves, lying right in my face and then think that I just didn't notice?! HELLO!!!!! Just because I don't comment on the stupidity of those contradicting comments doesn't mean I didn't listen to them! So here's my doubt as it is: how come, given the facts above and having knowledge of those facts, do certain individuals seem to either ignore or forget about them? Wouldn't it be better for your own sake to keep those kinds of things in mind when trying to argue against someone else? Or better yet, lie to another person?
*Tsk*Tsk* Some should really know better... |
| posted by -Pri- @ 5:17 PM |
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| Thursday, November 02, 2006 |
| Let's just be |
It's amazing what people will do when they think no one's watching. Have you ever stopped and watched what people do inside their cars while driving? Some pick their noses (a very disgusting habbit I might add), others start dancing along and singing to the music their listening to, the women tend to put their makeup on and make all those funny faces you make while applying the face paint, some start simulating the instruments they hear....the list goes on and on. I mean really, PEOPLE ARE WATCHING!!! So what gives these individuals that sense of security that makes them feel as if no one's watching? The air conditioner. Yes, amazing but true. But more importantly than that, why do we, as human beings react one way when we're alone and another when we're in company? Why do we change our personalities to fit society? so, ok...maybe there are some habbits that shouldn't be exposed to the general public (the nose picking thing is one of them), but what about all the rest? Why not sing along and dance when people are watching? Why not play the imaginary guitar in front of a crowd? What do you care what people think?! They're watching you anyways when you drive and start doing all those things, but in that moment you just don't care. So here's what I propose: Let's start acting crazy all over. Let's break out of the mold. Let's dance and sing and shout, let's just be ourselves and see what can come out of it. Wouldn't you like to meet a real, crazy, fun, interesting person? I know I would! There are some people that already do it. The common definition or term used to describe them is "bohemians". Personally, I wish I were more like them. They have originality and style all over. They live and let live. So let's be that person, let's be interesting and fun. It's not such an impossible task....Is it? |
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| About Me |
| I'm usually a really nice person. U know the kind: funny, good listener, fun loving, talkative, bla bla bla... I can also be moody, bitchy, brutally honest and mainly a "just don't give a damn" person, but this isn't my normal style, contrary to popular opinion |
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