BIG TIME LOVE KISSING A
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"I want to kiss ...
I met last week at the gig of informers in Rome. Good conversation, good vibes and a very strong character. It all happened so fast, at least I realized we had embraced finished listening to the music and giving me your phone before you leave. We had kissed and I had promised to call her. She did not believe me.
the week I added the Messenger, I added a Twitter and we were sending SMS messages. She is busy between school and work, me with my work and they the distances I have to time just vanishes. She says we are very similar. I say that there are also things that will crash. She reluctantly said that kiss well. I was in my palate memory of his kisses mixed with beer during the week. She no longer remember what he told me that Saturday, I want something formal, I my answer: I know.
One of the things I like about her is that she loves football, I would say that in the same way as me. Going to the Cougars (defect should have) and Wednesday's game sent me messages when the university made the first goal. Believer in karma as I am, I did not answer the messages and I'm part of the cheek. It's great when you can talk to someone from one of your passions and she is paid, but the destination has put our teams in the league.
How he had promised, the weekend we see each other again (which does not believe me). Alameda went to Starbucks (because they also love coffee) and talked, trying to know better. We had finished our respective frappés when I suggested going to watch the game to a place. Fifteen minutes later we were in the other river drinking beer and just saw the screen of the bar I happened to see that Cruz Azul was losing by one goal. While she was excited about seeing more dangerous play of the Cougars in every bottle I drank my concern that everything bad that could happen to a team happened: not having the ball in any period of the match: goal in the opening minutes injured players expulsion of another and a hand that ultimately decided the outcome. Should have seen the exuberance with which she held that criminal who became a goal, as I have been celebrating!
At halftime I looked in front and asked if I wanted to walk with me. I said yes.
the end, the court Pumas erased the overall leader. The college bar full of fans celebrating a championship win and I was with his face twisted. It's amazing that I found comfort in his arms, kissed me again and again. Each time he did not feel so badly disappointed by the defeat in football. Of course I made jokes and perhaps will doing until Wednesday or Thursday, but could better withstand the cheek. I said goodbye to her on the subway, I had to leave early because there is no transport late at night where you live: been there, done that. In a post I wrote that will do everything possible to work, just a few hours ago I saw it and I promised that I would. Just and we are aware, both do not know what we come across in following days.
Thank God I have a job and girlfriend. I do not know what I did to that things have changed dramatically in my life, but enjoy it while it lasts as much as possible.
See you in the future.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Pokemon Emerald Can You Use Rayquaza In Pyramid
PUMA IS NOT ... EAT HERE
Amarte
no small feat. It is not something you can easily say that you can express to someone else. It is an occurrence in a night of drinking, is not something to be written without the recipient. There are words written myself. It is a disease that is cured with pills or condition that slows with alcohol. Love is not just want your body, not all day imagining your smile or guess your thoughts at night. Is not singing at night in the middle of the street. It is pouring honey and speak to everyone. Nor is believing see in the faces of women who cross my path. It is a speech made no mere cliché talent. Not the moon, be inert to many asked to witness and accomplice. Love is dream of you every night, not to find joy in the sound of your voice, not to be cheesy. Not waiting on the phone, instant messenger or much less the sight of your picture. Love is not repressed subconscious desire is not to draw with their eyes the contours of your legs and the warmth of your breasts. They are not hasty conclusions of a fleeting moment. Love is not to stop loving myself, not to be omniscient to monitor your steps, not unjustified jealousy or a bilateral contract for the property. Not a random day in April or a leap year. Love is not desire or intermittent burning fire, it is a loaded gun or a credit card for the soul, not can be purchased as a magazine or contain a pop song. Not least six letters and the composition of two words. Love is not what I appear, not what everyone can see, not condemnation, curse or burden filthy. No lie, not bias, speed, trifle or confusion. For nothing is coincidence or a game of chance the love.
try to explain it and I can not. I do not know the destination that you always set me apart and lie to myself. I know that I have opportunities to you, I never have seen that and writing to reach you in vain. There you will read this and not recognize yourself in the picture. I wrote the first paragraph from my iPod while headed back home. I did not think, I do not think when it comes to you. Perhaps only the complex:
See you in the future.
Amarte
no small feat. It is not something you can easily say that you can express to someone else. It is an occurrence in a night of drinking, is not something to be written without the recipient. There are words written myself. It is a disease that is cured with pills or condition that slows with alcohol. Love is not just want your body, not all day imagining your smile or guess your thoughts at night. Is not singing at night in the middle of the street. It is pouring honey and speak to everyone. Nor is believing see in the faces of women who cross my path. It is a speech made no mere cliché talent. Not the moon, be inert to many asked to witness and accomplice. Love is dream of you every night, not to find joy in the sound of your voice, not to be cheesy. Not waiting on the phone, instant messenger or much less the sight of your picture. Love is not repressed subconscious desire is not to draw with their eyes the contours of your legs and the warmth of your breasts. They are not hasty conclusions of a fleeting moment. Love is not to stop loving myself, not to be omniscient to monitor your steps, not unjustified jealousy or a bilateral contract for the property. Not a random day in April or a leap year. Love is not desire or intermittent burning fire, it is a loaded gun or a credit card for the soul, not can be purchased as a magazine or contain a pop song. Not least six letters and the composition of two words. Love is not what I appear, not what everyone can see, not condemnation, curse or burden filthy. No lie, not bias, speed, trifle or confusion. For nothing is coincidence or a game of chance the love.
try to explain it and I can not. I do not know the destination that you always set me apart and lie to myself. I know that I have opportunities to you, I never have seen that and writing to reach you in vain. There you will read this and not recognize yourself in the picture. I wrote the first paragraph from my iPod while headed back home. I did not think, I do not think when it comes to you. Perhaps only the complex:
See you in the future.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Rules To Frustration By Mb
On Friday night I was assaulted on public transport at night, back home.
quickly rose to the truck was full, carried weapons and went to each site to steal cell phones and money. I only stole wool. To a fool who did not want to drop your phone will hit. Dropped rapidly. That's how fast life changes. In a moment you and the next the wind takes it all. Everything changes and sometimes we are not prepared for what is no longer the same.
fears as I keep enough to load another. I will not say that I am far from being so brave because, however, and since the first time they attacked me (BTW, the only time I went to PT) quino promised me would be afraid and if I could, try to maintain sanity in this difficult time.
that thought I'm alive and I have taken consolation while my bowels are consumed by anger. I try to keep peace and I thank God. I appreciate life even though sometimes I would like the peace of the graveyard. I try to see life as an advantage and would make impossible things like Saturday, where I take my time and I managed to make many things in a very short time.
still some things never change in my life. I hope that with the same speed with which those robbers came and took things, so the changes can happen. If there is still some justice in this world I guess that things should happen that way. While I do my part to change things, I can only hope and have faith. That same Friday
recall that Jumbo. So I feel right now. Despite missing or things are not how I want is my hope that the circumstance may be varied at any time because I am alive and still here:
See you in the future.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Kates Playgriund 2010
, Twitter, LOVE THE RELAX MODE
During this year I have gained weight. That always brings consequences to the body and dress. The sizes go up, increases fatigue and physical activity is lacking. During this month I avoided the soda and tortillas, as my hours covered and took a liter of water. I have not seen results at this time and I dislike, and that means buying new clothes, I have much that is in good condition and I would not want to leave because they no longer fit me.
But how rich is to eat! I love him, is a pleasure that has come to replace many others in my life. A meal does not have to go begging or closer timidly delight the palate with every bite, you feel how all that well into your body, you feel the texture, taste, smell and the more flavorful it is more enjoyable. How I hated, do not go for a burger or quesadillas at lunch. Over the weekend I like drinking soda and tortillas, eating greasy food and sweets. I feel free of that exile live feed every five days.
Among other things, at last twitter ignored me and sent me an email asking if everything was fine. And rewrote them my problem. I hope to return to my account soon, because that's where I feel so comfortable. Perhaps deleting my back end to endless contacts that do not add anything. If I learned anything from my new account is that you do not need to follow more than 900 to have a pleasant and healthy timeline. When unfollow give back half of what I have, anyway sometimes not answer a greeting, or you continue the conversation when you do. Without wishing to become dispensable. With the absence of my mind I also began to regain a taste for twitter, but just answer me, just read or ignore me. Still
twitter strange that two or three years ago, when things were less complicated and we were just a bunch of guys who did not want twittstars, make the beard of the stars or ask follow. Where you saw that to your time line with a smile, were planning the weekend for the pleasure of companionship. Above all, I miss the person I fell in love at that time.
is impossible not to find a picture of him not wanting in social networks. I remembered why I had caught my attention. I love your way of being, it drives me crazy. I remember those sleepless times, night of confessions, I said anything but I was captivated. Today it is beyond my reach, I think walking with someone. Eludes me when I call out. Sometimes I feel I did not say that I liked at the time, when I did not notice was that I fell in love, never saw it coming. Today I have to keep going, trying to overcome something that has never was.
And the title, yes, last Sunday saw Eat, Pray, Love , based on the book by Elizabeth Gilbert, starring Julia Roberts and directed by Ryan Murphy, writer, producer and director of shows like Nip / Tuck and Glee. Good movie but you'll note the "newbie" to the director at the end because it solves the conflict very fast, but it is memorable scene. It is a book / movie you can not stop checking. Here is the trailer for those who have not seen:
I'm also planning my trip ... =)
See you in the future.
During this year I have gained weight. That always brings consequences to the body and dress. The sizes go up, increases fatigue and physical activity is lacking. During this month I avoided the soda and tortillas, as my hours covered and took a liter of water. I have not seen results at this time and I dislike, and that means buying new clothes, I have much that is in good condition and I would not want to leave because they no longer fit me.
But how rich is to eat! I love him, is a pleasure that has come to replace many others in my life. A meal does not have to go begging or closer timidly delight the palate with every bite, you feel how all that well into your body, you feel the texture, taste, smell and the more flavorful it is more enjoyable. How I hated, do not go for a burger or quesadillas at lunch. Over the weekend I like drinking soda and tortillas, eating greasy food and sweets. I feel free of that exile live feed every five days.
Among other things, at last twitter ignored me and sent me an email asking if everything was fine. And rewrote them my problem. I hope to return to my account soon, because that's where I feel so comfortable. Perhaps deleting my back end to endless contacts that do not add anything. If I learned anything from my new account is that you do not need to follow more than 900 to have a pleasant and healthy timeline. When unfollow give back half of what I have, anyway sometimes not answer a greeting, or you continue the conversation when you do. Without wishing to become dispensable. With the absence of my mind I also began to regain a taste for twitter, but just answer me, just read or ignore me. Still
twitter strange that two or three years ago, when things were less complicated and we were just a bunch of guys who did not want twittstars, make the beard of the stars or ask follow. Where you saw that to your time line with a smile, were planning the weekend for the pleasure of companionship. Above all, I miss the person I fell in love at that time.
is impossible not to find a picture of him not wanting in social networks. I remembered why I had caught my attention. I love your way of being, it drives me crazy. I remember those sleepless times, night of confessions, I said anything but I was captivated. Today it is beyond my reach, I think walking with someone. Eludes me when I call out. Sometimes I feel I did not say that I liked at the time, when I did not notice was that I fell in love, never saw it coming. Today I have to keep going, trying to overcome something that has never was.
And the title, yes, last Sunday saw Eat, Pray, Love , based on the book by Elizabeth Gilbert, starring Julia Roberts and directed by Ryan Murphy, writer, producer and director of shows like Nip / Tuck and Glee. Good movie but you'll note the "newbie" to the director at the end because it solves the conflict very fast, but it is memorable scene. It is a book / movie you can not stop checking. Here is the trailer for those who have not seen:
I'm also planning my trip ... =)
See you in the future.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tight Clothes Spandex Cameltoe
There are times when fear invades me.
was easy to ask my then girlfriend that I read the hand and explain to me the future. Yet fear is not going: If I learned anything is that the future is always ambiguous, it is never accurate and has no control. Life is more like a car at high speed without wheel and brake failure. The stress caused me know, so much that I owe my colitis. Some things are out of your hands and will inevitably affect what is within your reach.
My work is a challenge every day and when it started to become a more difficult I felt dread. I immediately thought in this blog. Are my own lyrics, which I Like, the blog of my life. For six years I searched for questions and answers. I never wanted to be a star or someone known for what I write in my blog. Nor did I make this a challenge to promote campaigns to meet expectations of someone or to gain fame. Do something that I am not used because of fear, the commitment becomes fun and you feel like a fish out of water: out of control.
I think that this challenge was the straw that broke the camel. I could not help. The world was absorbed in its dynamics and felt intimidated. The important thing, perhaps most importantly of all, I am not alone. I comfort and guidance in my family, tenderness and firmness. It was what I needed to hear and if maybe it did not change the circumstances, at least I had to vent and feel good at the moment.
must add the uncertainty of the project on which I also moved my fear of not having a job and I'm saturated. But after I felt better support and I had time to think. I have no choice but to keep throwing forward despite the planning of change such as socks. Up early, arriving on time, meeting each thing and keep sending me the joy I've had with the thought that I have work and therefore I can change things in my life.
But, with my half, with the organizational chaos and night with a new game I thought why I'm not enjoying this? Why can not I relax and let things flow, which has what has to last. Meanwhile, I'll take it easy, I'll spend on what you want, clean up my debts and I have fun at the process.
If someone wants to have fun with me the invitation is open, otherwise it will be an excellent way to find out how to change now. =)
See you in the future.
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