Feliz Año Nuevo

Happy New Year

Bonne Année

Szczęśliwego Nowego Roku

Gott Nytt år

Ein Gutes Neues Jahr

Laimīgu Jauno Gadu

С Новым Годом

Срећна нова година

Gelukkig Nieuwjaar

Godt Nytår

Sretna Nova Godina

Black Swan

I had the craziest dream last night, about a girl who’s turned into a swan, but her prince falls for the wrong girl, and.. and she kills herself

The Black and the White Swan

I just watched this movie, I'm dead now, she deserves the Oscar

NPR reports on the discovery of a bee that builds tiny, multi-coloured nests out of flower petals. The rare solitary bee Osmia avoseta creates the cocoons out of a mixture of mud, flower petals and nectar. Each case holds a single egg.

Memoires

Yesterday I was putting in order my books, notebooks, etc. I came across with a lot of papers, chemistry guides, philosophy lectures, random sketches, things people wrote to me, various drawings, unreadable lettering, al sort of things I've put there through these past years.

In order to accomplish my duty, I started throwing them to the garbage, one by one, I remembered a moment, a feeling, a thought, I felt like I was not only throwing away just sheet of paper, I was throwing away a piece of me, what now is my past.

The mere thought of never having a class with my teachers again was really hard, no more of those texts about Kant, Aristotle, Plato, Freud, Nietzsche and so many other who make me think, and go deeper into my world.

Moving on is always leaving something behind, I really needed to get this out of my chest. Even though I already talked about this with Úrsula, I feel I ought to leave this somewhere I can reach easily.

This is what I'm feeling right now.

PS: I typed this in English just in case Lissy reads it :B

Hitler was a vegetarian

He didn't drink alcohol

He didn't smoke

“At least you’ll never be a vegetable … even artichokes have hearts.” - Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Fuck the Hell off!!

People can be really obnoxious at times

panicking once again

Bollocks

Los patitos dicen

Food Tech es un programa de History Channel, encargado de mostrar la tecnología usada en la preparación de comida e ingredientes a gran escala, el que será de nuestro interés en esta oportunidad explica la "elaboración" de comida china, versión gringa.

Llegado el pato pekín (o pekinés, si se quiere) se exhibe un gran criadero, el conductor del programa se pasea entre patos y patas, éstos se alejan y el comienza su explicación al respecto, hablan de su reproducción y aspectos que no vienen al huevo, pero los huevos que si nos importan son los que las patas ponían cada día y eran sustraídos de los nidos, engañando a las madres haciéndolas pensar que nunca existió tal huevo advocándose nuevamente a poner más huevos y así el ciclo se repite cada día.

Estos huevos son transportados por una banda de goma como suele suceder en grandes fábricas, son enviados a unos carros donde son lavados, son luego refrigerados para mantenerlos de forma "latente" evitando su desarrollo, consiguiendo cantidades constantes y periódicas de huevos, al cabo de unos días son enviados a incubadoras donde se gradúa especialmente la temperatura y humedad con el fin de que eclosionen a gusto del encargado.

Este último, abre otra incubadora que se encuentra al fin del ciclo, llena de pequeños patos amarillos, parecidos a los de banco estado; el conductor del programa toma en su mano un huevo que si bien trizado aún no se abre, y se dedica a ayudar al polluelo a salir, levemente húmedo sobre su mano comienza a píar al igual que sus compañeros de celda, el conductor sin tapujos le da la bienvenida al mundo para luego devolverlo a la bandeja en la incubadora, diciendo que el nació con una finalidad, alimentar alguna familia en Estados Unidos.

Luego de unos comerciales, se muestran los criaderos de crecimiento de los polluelos, donde comen proteínas en altas cantidades para crecer rápidamente, a medida que avanzamos por las distintas jaulas, disminuye el consumo de proteínas para dar paso a carbohidratos que engordan al ya crecido animal.

He aquí donde viene la carnicería, se despluman, y luego se enceran para quitarles el resto de las plumas, luego se categorizan, a la manera tradicional, con cabeza, patas y órganos, y por otro lado, a lo gringo, sin referirse con esto a la ropa interior, se retiran los órganos, patas y cabeza, dando paso a un lavado final y al posterior empaque.

¿Qué se puede sacar en limpio de esto? Se crían animales hacinados, con la unica finalidad de alimentarnos.

Siento asco, falta conciencia.

Luego hablan de la salsa de ostras, que no tienen caras ni ojos, pero aún así la repulsión es extrema. Miles y miles de ostras molidas en un sólo mililitro de salsa.

Juzgue usted mismo

Se me pasó la mitad de la vida

lo hicimos lo que no hicimos

lo que dijimos

lo que no dijimos

lo que nos arrepentimos

lo que no pudimos cambiar

lo que recordaremos

lo que quedará

lo que se me escapa como arena entre los dedos

And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

Just remembered

I think I'm in a whole different point in my life

C'est la vie

I'm scared

I'm anxious

I live in the sky

I'm not Plato

But I've created a world of my own

I created a ladder to the clouds

When I got there I destroyed the path behind me

Now I'm in the cloud watching the world pass by from the distance

I'm not part of it

But I'm sort of calmed, I can rest in my cloud

Sometimes I feel lonely

Then I remember that's what I chose

And I have to bare with the consequences whether I like it or not

If you ever want to come to visit me

I'm in the second star to the left and straight on 'till morning

Crazy

Well

This has been a post

fuck it!
fuck it!
fuck it!
screw this

...

Vive la France

Nouveau dessin :D

Je m'ennuie

très ennuie

I don't know how I let this get to me, I feel like I'm falling nonstop, nonstop, nonstop.

As Icarus I tried to reach the sun, but my wings got burnt as I got closer. I'm really scared I might not make it through, I feel it's getting worse and worse while time passes by.

I really don't know how did I manage to be in this state, and it really saddens me to know that you're not what you seemed to be, you're not the people I believed you were, but the worst part is, I don't want you to be the people I remember.

I know I'm really fragile, but I hope I'm strong enough to let your memories fade away.

I hope I'm strong enough to even make it through this phase.

Just so you know

I deleted my tumblr, it didn't feel real, and it was a bit too consuming, though I found amazing people there.

Well the point is I might update this one more frequently, but I need a nap before I start studying for history's test.

hidden

now you can't see this blog from my profile because i'm using the account for a school one too, and since i don't want them to see this i hid it

i'm supposed to blog about the earthquake, bullocks!

i'm cranky and bored

FUUU

Sleeping time

I hate the fact that every single grown up I know, except for my psychiatrist, thinks that my sleeping hours are abnormal, I go to bed at 5am aprox and then wake up at 11 am, well this is only in vacations so why all the fuss about it?

I hate the way I wrote this and always will, but i'm not inspired. Not anymore.

Today is 9/02/10 aka 90210 aka beverly hills zip code

Blessed with lucky 7s

I was born the seventh day of a month, I'm supposed to be intelligent and stuff

Well I don't even believe it anymore, all those lucky sevens that had been attributed to me seem an illusion, I'm lost, inevitably and indefinitely lost.


There you go with your lucky 7

I needed to vent

This is my blog so I can do what I think it's best, right? That was a rhetorical question, so screw you if you don't want to read don't even bother to complain. I have no friends, and I mean it, so in this boring moment I wonder how the fuck did I get here? To this stage in my life where I can absolutely do nothing, I'm completely trapped by my stupidity. I dug a hole, at first to hide from this hurting world, but I've been hiding for too long and the exit is way too high for me to reach, so I just lay inside feeling self pity, depression, angst, remorse, misery and all those sorts of things.

And I really needed to get this thoughts out of my mind/chest, but since I've got no one to do it with I just vent here, tired of waiting for some never coming help, help I never really got, though they say I just didn't take it, well, for them, fuck you.