sábado, 5 de diciembre de 2009

Black Key..

He, as a fashionable wealthy man, has the duty to hide his past while she, as a marriageable girl, to have no past to hide and face all the consequences of being, the most sensible being in the world.
She looked out and realized, how alone she was, still, she could not do anything, maybe because she knew no one would understand her ways, her thoughts.. So she kept them to herself, locked in the dephts of her heart, with a key she shall never look for anymore, lost, intentionally. Lost, among herself.
The remarkable fact is, that she is also a wealthy person, but no wonder why all rich people look plastic: their unreadable minds keep their selfish and stupid thoughts surrounded by the extremities of the laws of society. You're not a someone if you don't follow those rules.
He sat, smoking, and looked at her over his shoulder, calling her, calmly. She took a deep breath so he wouldnt notice she was crying, and then started walking his way. "Stop right there." he said, without even moving his face an inch, and letting all the smoke out, letting the blackness of his lungs call his health. She stopped. "That's it" he continued. She sighed.
He, as a fashionable wealthy man, has the duty to hide his past while she, as a marriageable girl, to have no past to hide and face all the consequences of being, the most sensible being in the world.
She looked out and realized, how alone she was, still, she could not do anything, maybe because she knew no one would understand her ways, her thoughts.. So she kept them to herself, locked in the dephts of her heart, with a key she shall never look for anymore, lost, intentionally. Lost, among herself.
The remarkable fact is, that she is also a wealthy person, but no wonder why all rich people look plastic: their unreadable minds keep their selfish and stupid thoughts surrounded by the extremities of the laws of society. You're not a someone if you don't follow those rules.
He sat, smoking, and looked at her over his shoulder, calling her, calmly. She took a deep breath so he wouldnt notice she was crying, and then started walking his way. "Stop right there." he said, without even moving his face an inch, and letting all the smoke out, letting the blackness of his lungs call his health. She stopped. "That's it" he continued. She sighed.

martes, 13 de octubre de 2009

Bulletproof

This time maybe I'll be bulletproof,
this time maybe, I'll be bulletproof.


Hey! It's been a few months but I'm finally back. I can so not stop listening to that song!

miércoles, 1 de julio de 2009

Omegle.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to write about that page, lmao. That's like the funniest page I've ever been in. I mean, the people you meet -which most of the time are /b/tards- are just plain hilarious! And I think, I'm like.. The only female ALMOST /b/tard in the whole 4chan community. They're so random, and the conversations you have with that "stranger" -if you're matched up with a /b/tard- can be so much fun at times. At least, I can understand their randomness. Well, I'm one of them, so that's pretty obvious. And also most of my friends are /b/tards too, and when I don't understand, I ask them and they tell me. I may post one of my conversations here as soon as I get the laptop and enter the page, and you'll see, haha. Bah, those pedophiles -along with the Pedo Bear, rofl-, and freaks, haha. So awesome. Well, I think that's all for now. Toodles!

When Love Takes Over.

Gym has been really rough with my body these days -yeah right, like if its the gym itself that makes me do exercises-. So yeah, that means I've been pretty sore and tired, but at the same time, as well, I've been getting stronger! Which is good, ya' know.. I'm at the gym right now, finished doing a 3 hour work-up, and am now waiting for my driver to pick me up. He's half an hour late. Nice. So.. Hmm, yeah. I do the exercises with a bunch of retarded kids that just scream at each other like a plot of crazy bulldogs. Well, TODAY two girls had a fight. So stupid. They were pulling each other's hair like the persons with the lowest education ever. And for a stupid reason. Perhaps, you can imagine the reaction of the others: yupyup, having fun. And screaming. And of course the trainer wasn't there, so we had like an hour and a half free. Me? Resisting how hyperactiveness overflowded the kids' heads. That's really immature for their ages, imo. Space & Enter, topic change, NAO.

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me,
No more.


Random topic: I painted my nails fruitgreen. D: Yeah, I'm awesome like that, tehee! But guess as well. Gym mates blowed 'em all up. Now like 3 of them are screwed up. I hate when that happens, specially if I woke up early JUST to paint them and so they could dry before I had to change. But no.

So lately, I've been feeling really good! Relieved, I mean. Didn't mention it before, but.. I'm back with.. BO BEAR -jk, I'm not Tila Tequila, hahaha-. Well, if you have seen the show, then maybe you can understand what I'm saying. Why? Well, my heart told me to. And I'm a lover not a fighter (R.I.P. Michael Jackson). Oh, that's another news. One of my favorite singer has died from a heart attack, and I still can't believe it. Its like, its not possible. It's too early for that. He was just 50 years old! He had enough time to take his reputation back in place! Geez, I can't believe he was being so careless about his health. Because, how can someone become REALLY sick in just a day and die in just a few hours away from the sickness? Unless it was something else like.. Well I can't even imagine that. No, Lisette. Forget about that.

Fuck, my thighs feel numb. And I just ran out of ideas. See you in the next entry then!

When you walked thru the door,
It was clear to me,
You're the one they adore,
Who they came to see.
You're a rockstar.


Toodles!

lunes, 22 de junio de 2009

Twitter

Mayhem, tehee! Well, I've been off for a few days, busy, ya know, daily stuff, haha. And finally finished school. You don't know how relieving is that, it's like, finally, it's summer! And I know summer means hot weather, and hot weather means sweating, and I hate sweat, but all the freedom you get -if you're still studying at school, like me- is just uncomparable: parents let you go to bed as late as you want, hanging out everyday, sleeping as much as you can, eating as much as you can, meeting new people.. Just FREEDOM. I still don't have plans for Wednesday and Sunday, perhaps the other days are taken.
So I saw this bumper sticker at Facebook saying hot guys are assholes, ugly guys are the nice ones, and if a guy is hot and noce, he must be gay. So why does this little quote fit reality so damn perfectly? I can't tell. I wish I could change that, but who am I? Just another someone, locked in the persistence of insaneness.
Now, changing of topic, I'm starting to like Twitter! First, because I can see updates from famous people I admire that they wrote themselves, no managers and stuff like Facebook and MySpace. And second, at first, it is sort of boring, but when you start to understand the catch, you get used to it. What I mean is, that, who wouldn't like to know that there are a bunch of people that "follows" what you do? Is like, someone likes what you do -of course, we're not talking about those random spam accounts- and he/she keeps in touch with your updated daily activities. Well, at least I like it.

I can't wait to fall in love, with you.
You can't wait to fall in love, with me.
Let's just call it summer love, for real.


Sorry, I went downstairs to cook something for my hungry self and totally got a cut_out of ideas. So this entry may end here.
Toodles!

martes, 16 de junio de 2009

Leave the World Behind.

Hey you, are you real men?
I'm stuck outside you.


So yeah, just wanted to come up with some boring stuff. Just to bring up a topic that is already clear about me: I adore to party. Well, that's how I meet new people, find new chances, have tons of fun, drink, and dance along a reeaaaally loud techno song. I love techno, that's another thing. Its just that it is like a hyperactiveness switch, haha.
Wanna know why I don't have suscribers -well, just one-? I guess its because people suscribe to more entertaining blogs than that just a blog of a bored and silly girl that just posts what she thinks. Bah, I wish more people read my blog.

Once more I say goodbye to you,
Things happen but we don't really know why.
If its supposed to be like this,
Why the most of us ignore the chance you missed?