Like in the movies
There is a movie called "The Sum of All Fears." I've never seen, the name does not tempt me at all. But there is one thing, one that catches my eye and it is because it sounds like something familiar, and that no strange coincidence, I read the blogs of my closest and dearest friends: we are all terrified. For A, the sum of all fears, responsibilities and independence finally put you in a stupor of that is coming to end of bike rides, love and evenings eating salads and fruits. I still do not discover how to shake the torpor that has been over me, I'm listless, forgetful, uncertain. I have a lucky star that follows me and not let go: thank you very much, as would the fabulous Keira in his last great film full of perfume commercial sequences, superb, beautiful. Well, the star with me I should give sufficient security to complete these last two weeks without fail or die trying, without repeating or wrong, and then launch into the life of vacationers and tourists along the streets of A Rio de Janeiro, April 1 amid hot and humid. Around
awaits the fall cold and all the uncertainties, all together. The work, money, school and responsibilities learned and still to acquire. The fear of aging transformed into a soldier assumes its resignedly at 22 years and I categorically deny deep and end up saying "I got used", or "I got over that depression and assumed that I have no life" ever. I want time to lie down under a tree to watch the leaves moving with the warm wind before the rain and, occasionally, I get bored and have nothing to do, because while I'm attacking creativity and making origami, writing in this abandoned blog, reading the books they collect dust and spiders, organizing onces with toast, eggs and cheese and juice on many cigarettes. Also turned to vice, eventually I got compulsive, obsessive, taxes, going, and everything else. I The Simpsons: Bart Millhouse and make a smoothie made entirely of syrup and I want to sit to take that drink pisco sour or exquisite to outrageous name, "pink dream" or something like that, I had a rum and sour milk and that S decorated our vessels. But Millhouse and Bart had an overdose of sugar and traveled to Las Vegas to live good adventure, half-drugged and on the verge of a diabetic coma. Do not want to fall into a coma, but all return to calm me down while I look at the ceiling, walls or half-filled bookshelf, without thinking about the shifts, morning, evening lost, enclosed in walls so that I leave and watch the day pass. Came with a skirt because they announce 31 degrees, but all day I feel the same temperature, neither hot nor cold, plain and simple. Neither cold nor hot. Here I feel that, at times I feel nothing. A tells me to explode, I say I do not want to hear anything like that, because this has already become a race and I remembered the last mile of the 10k a couple of years: he was dead, but just wanted to get. I ran as I could and once in the end, nothing else matters:'ve arrived.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Saturday, December 8, 2007
How Can Make Voice Sweet
concert season paragraphs
Some people never been to a concert. That's something I can not understand. To me going to hallucinate, since I see the notice in robamaster, sack the bills, buy, I hope, I see the previous media interviews, and the day of the concert I Prepare, I check the gasoline car, plan a strategy for reaching the time, we lose nothing, nothing. The concerts are what I call it investment. The only time I spend money I do not regret, because it always worth the effort.
The first concert I ever went to was that of Alanis. I was a loyal fan, is that the jagged little pil l was something else and 96 left the shit everywhere. I was accompanied by my mother - I have no idea where it comes from so patient mother - who then bought me a Coke at the exit of Caupolicán. I went to see everything, the truth, I have been arriving early, arriving late, running for the first song is starting. And this year, recounting, I went like five concerts. Although undoubtedly the most anticipated by me, J and many more, is the Salmon: tomorrow.
remember to give when he went to see Björk and felt strange, anxious. I feel the same. There are songs that make me mourn Andrés, singing, screaming, going crazy, jumping, whatever. And tomorrow, from row 17 in vip top - what more cumbersome name - I see him up close, listen and scream like sick to lose my voice. Can not wait until tomorrow, why wait to see sing Calamaro.
Some people never been to a concert. That's something I can not understand. To me going to hallucinate, since I see the notice in robamaster, sack the bills, buy, I hope, I see the previous media interviews, and the day of the concert I Prepare, I check the gasoline car, plan a strategy for reaching the time, we lose nothing, nothing. The concerts are what I call it investment. The only time I spend money I do not regret, because it always worth the effort.
The first concert I ever went to was that of Alanis. I was a loyal fan, is that the jagged little pil l was something else and 96 left the shit everywhere. I was accompanied by my mother - I have no idea where it comes from so patient mother - who then bought me a Coke at the exit of Caupolicán. I went to see everything, the truth, I have been arriving early, arriving late, running for the first song is starting. And this year, recounting, I went like five concerts. Although undoubtedly the most anticipated by me, J and many more, is the Salmon: tomorrow.
remember to give when he went to see Björk and felt strange, anxious. I feel the same. There are songs that make me mourn Andrés, singing, screaming, going crazy, jumping, whatever. And tomorrow, from row 17 in vip top - what more cumbersome name - I see him up close, listen and scream like sick to lose my voice. Can not wait until tomorrow, why wait to see sing Calamaro.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Does Exercise During A Herpes Breakout Help
Letters Jennifer told these months we came hard. And I know very well because it was behind the pack, half drunk, but happy, predicting futures. I told him that each was going to start doing their own searches, slowly draw something like the future, but that would prevail our great love. And I turned twenty-two and now we are, as always, but outside of a corporate building where the guards were watching us, thinking we were going to infiltrate Copesa, steal a print of the year is at the entrance, killing a couple of journalists and then run to the subway Ñuble Santiago push to fit in the empty spaces underground void. Happy would have strangled the guy who told us of the goodness of calorie salads of summer, which would allow us to hold the line or at least decency. As if this were not enough to buy shoes that break your feet and try to combine the classic black trousers with a blouse lost in the closet. We got the idea, I think, to meet at happy hour, as vile office, to talk of life as it is passing between little cigars happenings motivators. Unless your presence always excited me, despite the vicissitudes and taxis, I do not want to work and summer I do not want to miss. In the meantime, I dream that we spend a few days of sun, walking on the beach and small last vacation. Sofia
gives second chances, Daniela back on track, things look balanced again.
balances always do when I turn the year and now I forgot, a little overwhelmed by his responsibilities, but clearly thought that on Wednesday, when I went to sleep. It was a busy year, but so good. Since the summer, when we found out shortly Benjamin, now we want to dress to get lots of pictures. The comings and goings of Jen and her inexhaustible desire to believe in that being that finally ended in love and began to forget. Still, I owe an apple kuchen and tea mango. Do not know who you got nothing, because they get paid. Then, Daniela seemed to disappear from the record, until we meet again. And so we passed by the Department of Abate throwing sweets and reconciling with our short years, work, friendship and love, until today where we breathe more relieved. I can not think what else we can expect, except benefits. After a tough year, we can not earn less.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Nadine Jensen Hard Core
What have we done with our twenties?
While Amy Winehouse gets drunk, takes drugs, wants to commit suicide, composes, sings flawlessly and becomes famous, meets only 24 or 25 years, Jen thought what a good thing we did to our 21 and 23 years, considering that Ms. Winehouse already has two discs. Then we realized that we did very little. And although we can say we get drunk from time to time, we can not say we're too contribution. So we'll see.
the meantime, this song with a curious resemblance to the performed by Marvin Gaye.
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