Monday, December 31, 2007

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Feeling as solid as a big rock...
Been told to be empty as a shell...
Dunno whether to be in shock,
times like this make me wanna yell...

Times are confusing and dark.
Whether its me or her...
I simply don't know...

Used to have darkness as shelter,
always wanted time to freeze...
now afraid that at day ill falter...
shaking, what can i do?....please...

Times are confusing and dark.
Whether its me or her...
I hope everything turns out...

I used to feel a lot of it....
been told to let it go.....
remember we're in this together...
i hope this you will always know...

Times are confusing and dark.
Maybe its only me...
Maybe i've only done wrong...

Please dont ask me to forget....
To forget that gorgeous brunette...
Her gorgeous smile and eyes...
Greatness higher than the skies...

Times are confusing and dark.
Maybe its her...
But my forgiveness is always hers...

At the end... ill feel the same...
Dont care if the road is bad for me..
Still loving her, ill endure the pain.
Hope has always been all that i need...

Times are confusing and dark.
Will never forget these times im losing...
I love you, and in my heart you left your mark.....

-by emile

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

John's deal with life....

One day, a apparently normal one, John woke up. He carried on with his day normally, then eventually the normality went down the drain. He met an apparently normal girl, with a normal life and a normal everything. This sentence remained true for about 36 seconds from the first time John talked to her. John noticed this girl wasnt normal, for the first time in his life, John saw how this girl had a purpose, maybe bigger than himself and he felt as if he had to help her do it and protect her until she did it. Little did he know, that this girl didnt know how important she was, in her life, in my life, in everybody's life. When i met her, my life began to make sense, i began to actually "live" my life. Funny, few people actually live their lives, yet they believe they do.

Well John that day made two resolutions, two objectives, the first one was to himself, he promised to protect this girl every single day, embrace her when she needed it, kiss her when she wanted it, and give her advice when she was worried about something among other things. John thought this was necessary for his well being, mostly because this girl was cheering him up without knowing it. As we stated before, she isnt quite aware of how great she is. The second resolution was to make a deal with life. The deal with life was to give her a great and easy life as she deserved. The girl is aware of this deal, what she doesnt know is what John gave up for this deal. What John gave up for this was to have a difficult and terrible life, so that she could live easily and happy. John went up to the world and asked the world for that, and the world accepted with an evil smile on its face.

So, after all of this John became this girls angel, while she was already his. But the world doublecrossed John and broke the deal, and is now giving both John and the girl the difficult lives. But John, having promised to protect her, will help the girl in her suffering. He will always ALWAYS extend his hand to her, no matter how deep the hole, he will throw himself in the hole and help the girl out. John doesnt care if he gets stuck in the hole as long as shes out of it.

John loves you little girl, you have to know that and he will always try and show you how great you are even though you dont know it. :)

Friday, December 21, 2007

Dream Theater - Vacant



Dream Theater - Vacant

Hey you, Hey you
I'm right here
Conscience fading
Can't get through

Oh Lord
Helpless
Confused
Head swayed
Eyes glazed
And mine teared

She's losing control
What can I do
Her vacant eyes
Black holes
Am I losing you?

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Emilios Life Most Recent OST

no comment.....

Friday, November 16, 2007

John doubts the existence of "better".....

John woke up. He was truly happy, for the first time in a number of days, he had managed to feel good about himself. He was busy and filled with stuff to do, but he didn't care, he was just plainly happy. He had reached like half of nirvana.

Then he noticed he looked different. He was another person when he looked in the mirror.

John woke up. It was all a dream, it just needed a bit of reality for it to all fall apart. Seems like things just get worse, which makes him doubt if there is really a "better". He's very aware its a very negative thing to do, but what can he do during negative times, think roses are red and violets are blue? Well reality shows, pollution is killing roses and violets.....

John used to be a normal guy. And all of a sudden good things started to happen to him, then all of a sudden, like a spaguetti sauce stain on your shirt, they all started to fade..... Now hes back at the start line, like a race in a circle, right back in the beginning. In that aspect, life is like a really bad movie, seems like its going somewhere, then the plot gets pretty much screwed, and the characters become predictable, and eventually the movie ends in a crappy ending.

He gets up, watches the clock to realize its night time still, puts his warm slippers on, goes on to the bathroom, and washes his face. He walks over to the balcony wanting to see the stars and feel the wind, only to find that its locked.... he cant help but think the balcony was never open. He goes over to the backyard, only to remember its under construction and is closed and with a roof. Finally he goes outside, to find a wind storm..... -"Huh." -he thinks. -"Seems like is better if i continue feeling bad inside the house." -On his way back he finds that the door to his house is closed and locked. He was locked outside. Hmmm. He remembered explicitly setting the door so it would close. -"Creepy." -he said. He remembered enjoying the windy rain, and getting wet and hearing the rains drop, until he heard a metaphor which made windy rains sad times. So hes pretty much stuck in a sad time.

He tries and go to his good neighbor which he thought will surely help him, after all he always thought of him as a good friend. He gets to his house only to find a little sign saying "Watch out for the stab." -"What the hell? Im pretty sure this wasnt here before, or was it that i didnt pay enough attention?........Huh." -He continues walking down this road, theres a lot of people there too, but they didnt seem to notice him, or anybody..... maybe if they did they would probably be able to get out of the situation, but no, they stood under the rain. Little tears of sorrow coming from the clouds were all over their bodies. John found it useless to try and talk to them, they seemed to be stuck in their own world. He continued to walk under the rain.....the wind blew strongly.... he heard some words in pain and turned around expecting to find someone who would actually help him.... and found some sheets of paper on the floor... seemingly written by someone in a lot of pain. The drops of rain moved the ink downwards pretty much like a tear does on a cheek filled with black make up. John cried, or at least he felt like he was, cause the rain and wind got really strong by now.

By the time he finished reading, the paper was white and was dissolving on his hands.... the stories on it falling into oblivion, pretty much like the pieces of paper now on the floor going into the sewer. He sat on the sidewalk, still in his pajamas, with his head sinking slowly in the sea made by his own hands while he himself sank and sank in the tears of the wind, the tears by the wind, the tears on the wind. John stood up and decided he had to carry on... He went by.... Houses on the left and right of him..... some filled with darkness.... some filled with secrets.... some filled with fights and jealousy..... some filled with happiness.... then he came up to one that suddenly turned his lights on..... it was a guy in bed seemingly happy. John instantly wondered what was his secret, and went around to see if he could enter the house.... but he found the door to be in chains from the inside. It appeared as if he was closed up in the building without any external contact. -"Is this the way to happiness?" -John asked himself. -"How can anyone be happy trapped?"

John carried on, wondering to himself if the guy was right or wrong to lock himself up. He walked and found an open shopping mall. -"Now, thats weird." -and he walked in. Stores closed everywhere. Mannequins staring at no where with the same blank smile as those as the people who were wandering outside.... He put his hands on the glass and looked closely at them.... They actually were made to be always happy, but there is something very sad in their expression. Sure they have expensive clothes, but have you ever seen a mannequin receive a hug? Ever been kissed? -"Maybe im a mannequin. A mannequin who was given the chance to walk, but nothing else." -he thought as he saw his hand prints from sweat staining the glass.

"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?!?!?" he yelled....not only in tears, but in vain....suddenly he felt a strong wind blowing him, warm wind.....it was as if the wind was taking care of him, eventually the warm wind dried the water from his clothes and the tears from his cheeks, and John just stood there, feeling as if he was being hugged, and a little piece of paper flying across the wind coincidentally slipped in the only pocket his pajamas possesed, and he was about to reach for his pocket when suddenly the wind in an increase in force whispered in his ear...."....don't......just wait...".....

Well, John decided to get out of the mall. And it seemed as if the warm wind followed him. He walk out into the rain which carried stronger as before, but the warm wind, hugging him as if he was the only one in the wind's life, dried him instantly after he got wet, it was as if the tears of pain, madness and frustration were not affecting him, the wind was protecting him. As he walked in the middle of the car-less street. He walked up to each one of the persons that wandered in the road worried and sad....affected by the rain, and each time hecame up to each one, he hugged them and the warmness surrounded them too, and soon after much hugging done by everyone, soon everyone was actually happy, and the rain decided to leave since it was ineffective now.. So John went home....

As he walked by, he saw the pieces of paper dry on the sidewalk which contained the story of pain he had read, but now they werent stained, it was as if nothing was ever written on them.... -"What is this holy wind?" -he asked himself as the sky cleared up revealing a sky full of stars, shining as if this was the last day they would ever shine... so he sat in the side walk next to the pieces of paper, this time looking at the sky, which seemed to talk to him as well......he payed close attention to what they said, stood up and went to the door leading to his house which he found open. What the stars said was: "Remember the little piece of paper given to you." So he reached for his pocket.

John woke up. He felt as if he had been doing a lot of waking up lately. He gets up, watches the clock to realize its night time still, puts his warm slippers on, goes on to the bathroom, and washes his face. He walks over to the balcony wanting to see the stars and feel the wind, only to find that its not there, there is no balcony now, he maybe imagined it. He sat on his bed, and felt something in his back pocket. "Wasnt it a dream??" So he opened the folded paper, which read the following:


"Im sorry. I've sent my best friend to look out after you.
I strongly believe he will take good care fo you."
-The wind's Best Friend


And as soon as he finished reading he felt a warm breezing giving him the same safe feeling as it did on what he thought was a dream, but will never forget. It was all pretty much a creepy experience, but a good kind of creepy. And this time, he could truly go back to bed.

Good night, John......

Friday, November 9, 2007

A day without John....

Ever wondered how a day without you would be like? Well this story is about that and many things more, except its not about YOU, you egoistical bastard hehehe. Just kidding. Our main character John, which in reality is just a medium through which i will express myself sometimes and my narrative thoughts, is actually a regular guy. Your typical John Doe, which is, very much coincidentally, his actual name. John never actually though of him as a special person, which of course he wasn't, but for purposes of you all reading this we will think of him as an unique person, which he almost was but not quite.

John has a life. John THINKS he has a life. John usually thinks dumb things. SoJohn isnt sure what to believe. You see, John is a Monkey version 2.5 (nothing to do with the animal some Monkey version 2.5 decided to name monkey, or maybe it has a lot to do with it), or what we like to call humans. John carries a lineal life, where hes really hurried up to get somewhere, just to discover he has no clue where hes going to. Didnt i tell you he was a regular guy? :D

John is part of a large group of Monkeys version 2.5, these Monkeys like to refer to themselves with a word that makes them feel organized, cleaned, oh and a group that actually functions, this word is: society. Society is quite curious. John cant help but feel confused. Why? WEll, he doesnt know, but he feels confused anyway. Society works as no other group of individuals. Society is actually aware that its malfunctioning, yet considers its working anyways, and anybody who doesnt follow that standard, is an "animal". Yeah, if your dog actually managed to shop a Big Mac and listen to Snoop Dog (pun intended hehe), he would be a part of society, that pretty much sums it up.

John by now sounds like a badly drawn stickman in an un-educational video, so lets elaborate on ol' J.D. Let's see, he's a really nice guy in search for his Jane Doe, but apparently he's TOO nice. Apparently to society, theres a limit to how nice a person can be. Right now John is a truly important person, he seems to be leading this plot somewhere, when its actually going nowhere.... but if i added 1000 other characters, they would all lose importance, and JD would be swallowed up by oblivion... So John, enjoy your fame while it lasts, who knows, maybe when you go around the corner to the next blog, you could be ran over a fictional car in a fictional street and suffer a fictional heroic death, because you were saving a fictional girl, who wears a very very pretty fictional red dress..... wow. that was a pretty elaborate fictional warning to a fictional character...

John is actually the writer of this story....which makes this a very fractal story....you know, fractal, when theres an image with a painting in it, that has the same image which has the same image etcetera etcetera.....hes an unstable person when in comes to emotions, sometimes he gets depressed and starts to think that no matter how famous he was or how much money he had, if on his funeral it were raining, less people would come, but then theres the cheery Doe, the one singing under the rain while walking slowly to his house....

But once, he started to think what would be of his life without himself.... so he starts from the basics.....: my shoes would be worn by another person, maybe a little 19 year old girl crying in her bedroom for some lost love, my shoes receiving her tears with impotence, not being able to do anything, while her pain pours in the form of small H2Os falling on her pillow.... what about the chair im sitting on.... since its kinda like a business chair, i imagine its destiny as in an office, sat on by a busy father struggling to be able to see hes little boy Jim, and newly born Kimberly, but doing overtime cause they are having money problems....what about my friends? maybe the russian girl wouldve continued happily without me, she wouldnt have me as her almost identical good twin (since shes the bad one).....what about those other three girls part of the group called "Lilla vänner", may they wouldve had another guy or girl there, would the group even still exist??.......or lets not go so far, maybe i wouldnt have studied today with my best friend here and done something bad to my new good friend..... nothing feels actually weird.... except the fact that they wouldnt know i existed in a parallel universe, seeing our fates mix up and unfold into one big mass of emotions.....our lives reducing to those great moments we didnt live since i wasnt there...."

John luckily had some chocolates next to his writting board, ate one, ate two, ate three, ate all and high on chocolate, he forgot all those nostalgic thoughts of a lifetime that wasnt there, that he didnt live, and he doesnt wish to, since he wouldnt.... he watched his clock, found out he was late for whatever he was supposed to be early to, closed the book with the following page containing a sea of white, waiting to be filled with many black little fishes giving the sea some meaning the reader wants to find out....

(to be continued someday)....

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Population of the universe = Zero

"It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination." - Douglas Adams

If youre good at math youll see how this makes perfect sense haha im serious!

I knew it! You are all a by-product of my deranged imagination! hehehe :D

Saturday, October 13, 2007

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Sunday, September 30, 2007

....a little written thing a famous writer, who few people know, wrote...

recently i met a girl


no wait


recently i met a friend


no no


recently i met someone great which i really like and became one of my favorite costaricans :D , who just happens to be a really shy writer. what she doesnt know is that she writes really great! i liked this particular piece of writing because its pretty much written in my style and i totally felt it, lived it, and understood it. one day ill convince her to make a blog so that the world can get to know a famous writer who will remember me as "the guy in the past who insisted that she showed her writings more"... when she will be rich and famous and ill be buying her books off the list of bestsellers....who knows...
so here i put the translated text into english and below i put the original piece in spanish...


"Life can become really difficult...


Why do we have to take decisions based on what is good for us?... what if what i want isnt good for me but i want it?!... why must life be so complicated?? or is it because we make it so complicated??


its curious how you can get to know somebody in the most unexpected way, place and time, but it is even more curious how much you can get to feel about that person...

Taking decisions, i think, is one of the toughest things i have to do... doing something and not changing my mind, doing something i must respect even though i dont want to..


Every person, no matter how old, has an inner child; some let it come out in few occasions like fights or when they are excited about something, id say my inner child comes out when i must do something difficult, because i wish i could be innocent, without responsabilites, without feeling bad, without hesitations and without missing anything.... just live as i lived as a little girl, protected, happy and innocent... the only thing keeping me from letting out my inner child is the fact that being innocent would take away from me the chance of meeting and knowing a lot that with my experience i have learned, i have explored, i love and now i miss


... hummm we make life so complicated..." - by Filo (Sofia)

"Que díficil puede llegar a ser la vida...

Porque tenemos que tomar desiciones pensando en lo que es mejor para nosotros...que tal si lo que quiero se que no es bueno para mi, pero lo quiero!... porque la vida tiene que ser tan complicada?? o es que nosotros la hacemos complicada??

Es curioso como puedes llegar a conocer a alguien de la forma, lugar y tiempo más inesperado pero es aun más curioso lo mucho que puedes llegar a sentir por esa persona...

Tomar desiciónes, creo yo, es una de las cosas más díficiles que tengo que hacer...hacer algo y no cambiar de opinión, hacer algo que debo respetar aunque no lo quiera...

Cada persona por más vieja que sea tiene un niño en su interior; algunos lo dejan salir en cosas mínimas como peleas o cuando algo les emociona algo, yo diría que mi niña interior sale cuando debo hacer algo díficil, porque desearía poder ser inocente, sin tener responsabilidades, sin sentirme mal, sin dudar sin extrañar....simplemente vivir como cuando era una niña, protegida,feliz e inocente... lo unico que me impide dejar salir a mi niña interior es el hecho que el ser inocente me arebataría el haber podido conocer y saber mucho que con mi experiencia he aprendido, he explorado, amo y ahora extraño

... humm pero que complicada hacemos la vida..." - por Filo (Sofia)

i know you will agree with me in that she writes really good :)

Thursday, September 27, 2007

One great song about the story of man and his ignorance....

Pearl Jam - Do the Evolution

Woo..
Im ahead, Im a man
Im the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
Im at peace with my lust
I can kill cause in God I trust, yeah
Its evolution, baby

Im at piece, Im the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, Im a truck
All the rolling hills, Ill flatten em out, yeah
Its herd behavior, uh huh
Its evolution, baby

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, heres my coat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
Ill do what I want but irresponsibly
Its evolution, baby

Im a thief, Im a liar
Theres my church, I sing in the choir:
(hallelujah hallelujah)

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, admire my clothes
cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast
Those ignorant indians got nothin on me
Nothin, why?
Because, its evolution, baby!

I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the earth, but now Im higher
Twenty-ten, watch it go to fire
Its evolution, baby (2x)
Do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on

Monday, September 24, 2007

Two big answers to life the universe and everything.......

One: Men don't change. What you see is what you get. That is of course, you have to see deep inside, cause some guys are good at hiding the jerk inside and covering it up with a very nice romantic guy. Next thing you know they cheat on you, and with the same very nice romantic face they tell you it's not true. If all the evidence is unrefutable they dare and say the biggest lie that can come out of a guys lips "I can change." BBBBBSSSSSS! Believe me, nothing good had ever come out of that.

Two: Women are incomprehensible. Few will accept it, but its as true as water being wet. When you understand how a women works, then the sky is dark during the day, the sun is wet and the water is dry. You lose all you had carefully studied so far. Any guy who says "I understand how women work." is lying and actually saying "I know how to manipulate women to do what i want." and is of course one of the guys who will say "I can change". Girls confuse me.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Just a small rock on the road that you can't jump....

Have you ever felt in a way you cant, or that by some reason you shouldnt? Ever wanted to do something badly but couldnt? Ever felt like trapped inside fictional limits?

I find myself asking the question of whether to risk and break the limits or to respect the limits and wait for them to disappear......

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

My beginnings....

You know, writing is quite a new hobby of mine, and today i was searching for the original of a picture im drawing (that i began like 2 years ago hehe) and found an old thing that an english teacher, called Mr. Reynolds, in the beginning of high school made us do. Its a biiiig folder filled with poems from people from my high school generation (not all of em). Its called "The Colors and Textures of Poetry". And i read my poem hehehe. Its not that bad though i know i could improve it a lot. But hey, thats the whole idea of starting, doing things badly. =) So i decided to transcribe it here, maybe youll like it, its from 5 years ago.


The Yard
by Emilio Monge

The yard is like a sea of green.
The beautiful white flowers can bring.
While the crickets their chants sing,
Time passes by, forgetting spring.
Then you get hurt by a little fierce being.

The grass is rocking with the wind;
The flowers are imagining something.
Insects continue flying,
And the yard carries on growing.

The number of lives here is so big,
It could mean hours in naming.
If something gets damaged,
All of them help in repairing.

How they depend on each other is admirable;
The dependency feeling is muh more.
How life a yard enables
Is much more than a place to store.

Patio, garden, or whatever you may call it
Defines a place where everything is life.
Even though not many you can meet,
The yard can be quite nice.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Am i crazy? Or am i the only one sane?

Crazy. Five letters, multiple meanings, unknown quality. If someone on the street and asked you: "are you crazy?", what would you answer?? It's not a question of "do i see pink elephants flying around my alarm clock every morning??" its more about introspection. Do you consider yourself crazy? Let's start from the very beginning.....


.....what is crazy?.....


The way her hair smells drives me crazy............................oh my god! i dont understand this math problem, im going effing nuts!!..........all this noise, its making me INSANE!! All these are examples of our everyday life craziness, at least on mine, but im sure if you think enough you'll find some insanity on your life. What do all have in common? No really, im asking you, i have noooo clue, its not a rhetorical question. I mean love seems to be involved in it a lot, from "ohhhhhhh johhhhhnnn, youre crrrrrraaazyyyy" to " You have been diagnosed with Disassociation Identity Disorder.". I mean whats so crazy about this thing we call love. Maybe there is no love, we just go crazy for someone else. So if i had to guess, id guess love but mostly IT'S MISUNDERSTANDINGS that cause insanity.

How about frustration? Ever gone crazy waiting for a bus in Costa Rica?? hehehe How about a more common example, final exam, you are finishing and are tired of doing the exam and suddenly the pen stops writing? Then starts crazyness. You start doing circles everywhere!!! Trying to get the thing to write. Some people lick the tip. Only a crazy person couldve thought of licking the damn thing to get it to work. Some people blow the pen's ass. Some heat the thing up in between their hands. I mean... thats crazy. The misunderstanding of whether the pen wants to be french kissed or be blown through its ass, THATs the cause of crazy here.

I mean think about it, crazy is just a misunderstanding or difference in opinion. Maybe to you jumping on a table stripping and singing britney spears is crazy, maybe to others its fun, maybe to others just plain idiotic. In one of my favorite games theres a quote which doesnt fit here that good, but i think if you read it you'll understand why i put it.


"Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different stand points, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views."
-Squall Leonhart, Final Fantasy VIII


Theres no crazy, its just a matter of perspectives. With my friends sometimes one of them is crazy about a girl, yet when i see her, no effect. Crazy is just a personal thing. Its like Dna, its like the way you smile, the order in which you eat your vegetables. I for one have no crazy standards, for me its just different ways of being happy. Although, it may seem weird, but ive always wondered how split personalities work, with the inner dialogue and stuff. I mean, im a guy who talks to himself a lot, not aloud (thats just crazy hahaha), but still i do it a lot. I mean, why wouldnt i ask myself something, i usually have something pretty smart to say (think) about it or a correct answer. Im a crazy? Maybe to you i am. Thats your perspective, maybe i think the way you comb your hair is INSANE. hahaha

This subject is quite tough, i mean, my head keeps running in circles and i always end up asking "what is crazy?". To tell ya the truth, i dont know and i dont care, i want to keep doing the things im doing whether to see if they are bad or not (cause crazy is a word to describe something bad). Dunno Filo if i managed to talk about what you wanted me to talk about, but its difficult to go into such a wide subject.

So to end it, i just want to say that, never let the idea that something you like to do "is crazy" cause you to stop doing it. So do circles when your pen is out of ink, press the buttons harder on the remote when the batteries are low, but most importantly........let the way her hair smells drive you crazy. Period.



(hehe i know, im a hopeless romantic)

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Humans and their body, the one who does the real talking.......

You know, one of my lifetime hobbies has been body reading. You basically know how a person is by how she/he moves around, thats why i say that body is the real talker. You know, is a good and bad ability to have. As they say "Ignorance is bliss." is not good to know that a very good friend is lying to you when they say something, sometimes is good not to know. I want to mention some curious stuff that people should know about other people. I think we should learn to read body language, this would save us a lot of problems.

How about lying? We'll start simple. Lets say you give a good friend of yours a britney spears CD, how to know if she liked it or just said "oh how nice" by pure courtesy? Well an obvious one is, she could say "i love it" and her face simply doesnt fit the expression, maybe she's frowning or has a weird face. Lets say she does smile, everyone has two smiles, fake and true, the fake one involves only your mouth, you just smile period. However, the true one involves your whole face, your eyes will get smaller as if you couldnt see something, your forehead goes down, you get wrinkles next to your eyes cause your cheeks go up. Heh smiling is not that simple. Another thing is, she looks at the present, says "i love it" and THEN smiles, how is true happiness expressed? simple, you smile even before you say something in thanks. Emotions lose normal timing when lying, maybe you smile too soon, have your smile during toooo damn long, and then stop all of a sudden. If one pays attention one gets all these signs loud and clear.



Now for a curious one, this one i recently found and found it really accurate.




This is our test subject guy/girl. Now the rest ill copy paste of the site i found it from:

When asked a question a "normally organized" right-handed person looks (from your viewpoint, looking at them):

Up and to the Left Indicates: Visually Constructed Images (Vc)If you asked someone to "Imagine a purple buffalo", this would be the direction their eyes moved in while thinking about the question as they "Visually Constructed" a purple buffalo in their mind.

Up and to the Right Indicates: Visually Remembered Images (Vr)If you asked someone to "What color was the first house you lived in?", this would be the direction their eyes moved in while thinking about the question as they "Visually Remembered" the color of their childhood home.

To the Left Indicates: Auditory Constructed (Ac)If you asked someone to "Try and create the highest the sound of the pitch possible in your head", this would be the direction their eyes moved in while thinking about the question as they "Auditorily Constructed" this this sound that they have never heard of.

To the Right Indicates: Auditory Remembered (Ar)If you asked someone to "Remember what their mother's voice sounds like ", this would be the direction their eyes moved in while thinking about the question as they "Auditorily Remembered " this sound.

Down and to the Left Indicates: Feeling / Kinesthetic (F)If you asked someone to "Can you remember the smell of a campfire? ", this would be the direction their eyes moved in while thinking about the question as they used recalled a smell, feeling, or taste.

Down and To the Right Indicates: Internal Dialog (Ai)This is the direction of someone eyes as they "talk to themselves".

The Gist of it...
How this information is used to detect lies:
Example: Let's say your child ask's you for a cookie, and you ask them "well, what did your mother say?" As they reply "Mom said... yes." they look to the left. This would indicate a made up answer as their eyes are showing a "constructed image or sound. Looking to the right would indicated a "remembered" voice or image, and thus would be telling the truth.

Final Notes:
*** Looking straight ahead or with eyes that are defocused/unmoving is also considered a sign of visual accessing.
*** A typical left-handed person would have the opposite meanings for their eye-directions.

http://www.blifaloo.com/info/lies_eyes.php

Remember its from your point of view and that it depends on if the person is right handed or left handed.

Another way to find out if someone is lying is very suddenly changing the subject, if the person was lying they will relax a lot and wont complain after the subject change. However, if telling the truth the person will get confused about the sudden subject change and quickly demand to go back and finish. They elaborate normal sentences: "i didnt do it" is true while " i DID NOT do it" could be a lie. Theres a lot more signs of lying, lying is almost pretty obvious is the person is an unexperienced or amateurish liar. (heh i just basically told you not to trust me)

All these things are experimental, theres no quick and fail-proof way of knowing if someone is lying so, remember that these things are not definite, its just an attempt to analyze body language.

How about another kind of analysis? How about flirting? Who hasnt gone out for a treat with a recently met a nice pretty girl and was so focused about not making a fool out of oneself so that you make all the obvious flirting signs? Also to focused to see if she was flirting back.

In general we have certain things in common both genders, boys and girls. The common one is eye contact, if you are talking to a normal friend, you just look at their eyes, or a blank spot in their face. However if flirting, you tend to wander around the persons face and body. Some people think its rude, but its just the way our minds work, for both boys and girls. Example: looking at someones mouth could mean like kissing. Another is mirroring. What is that you may ask? Simple, like a mirror you show what he is showing you. Not always as doing the same things at the same time, but maybe as having the same pose, the same hand on the table, the same mood. If someone tells you they have gone through the same things as you have, you develop a certain fondness of that person. I must mention, i have suffered this accidentally, and when you dont actually mean it, its kinda creepy and funny hehe. We also tend to use our bodies almost like arrows to point to the person, is that need to face the person more clearly. Another more complicated thing is that our pupils increase in size and we blink more often. Due to the mirroring it could be that both persons are blinking at the same rythm without knowing it. Important is that most of these things are involuntary, nobody plans them, its just a little of instinct to show some interest.

So, how about us guys? What do we do? We involuntarily try to appear more handsome haha we flex abs, straighten our backs, suck our guts, nothing unthinkable hehe. We also tend to keep our hands in the waist line, be it belt buckle or our pockets. (ps: im saying WE because im a guy too, not because im aware of all these things, i dont notice them either hehe im too focused on the girl i guess) We also groom ourselves in front of the girl so that she notices that we want to look good for her and to show our interest. We also tend to stretch our arms to appear stronger or bigger.

Girls. Who understands em? Well we can try this for starters. Girl play with their hair. Period. Really obvious i know, and most girls say they dont, but in reality they actually do, be it as drastic as a schoolgirl with bubble gum rolling it around a finger or as unnoticeable as a simple passing of the hand through it. Girl signals are more simple, but stronger, and seen sexy by us. They tend to show their neck directly to us, also the skin of their wrists. Women usually play more with men, like involuntarily playing with us, like passing their hand by their necks or swinging their hair from one side to another followed by a look that could melt Alaska.

These are just comments, written after reading articles on the net. But i want to clear up one thing, this isnt something you can learn. While flirting things stop being logical or mechanical, things just happen, so try not to study these things, its dumb. Just plain and simply:

Go with the flow.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Fingers.......its all about ther fingers.....

Today, i had a cup of hot chocolate (and sip of mint hot chocolate) while meeting a friend i had. We had a lot of fun and i really enjoyed meeting her, and i got away with being a gentleman :P Well we had a whoooole lot of nonsense talks. But she actually made one sense i one point, and i told her "im writing this on my blog on the internet" her point was the following.......:

If you touch another persons fingers, you are really close to that person. I really got me thinking.... how many persons have allowed me to touch their fingers? So far i have only thought of one, the one who told me this. She grabbed my fingers and i really felt awkward, not because i dont like her or anything, its because i think i have never felt it before. Does that mean i have never had a close enough relationship with someone?

Dang, who wants to touch MY fingers? no commitment, i just wanna feel like someone really wants to touch 'em, okay i just noticed it all sounds a bit creepy, but i just mean the five things sticking out of my hand. Fingers....

I thought i could say more about the subject but i cant, so thats it. Touch the fingers of those you care about. :)

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Let me ask you a question, take your time thinking the answer...

What is my purpose in life? Will i feel satisfied someday? Is there a girl for me? Do we really look at the moon at the same time as the person for each of us? Am i the guy for some girl? Is there someone in the world that is an identical copy of myself? What happens after death? What is the weight of the soul? Why do girls always end up with the wrong guy? What is absolute truth? Could someone like me? Will the world really end? If so, when? Can i count up to infinite? What is beauty? Why do we take things so seriously? Where do all the lost socks go? Why is the world filled with positive people who are always so negative? Why is this abstraction we call money so important in our lives? Is it possible that we see things differently? Could my "red" be your "green"? How do you describe the color "blue" to a blind man? Is all this a really elaborate dream? If so, when do i wake up? How big is the universe? How do people know its infinite if nobody had traveled far enough to find its endlessness? How many people are smiling right now? How many are crying? How many drops of rain fall everytime it rains? Why is "outside" so big while "inside" so small? Why do most feel better "inside"? Why do we question everything? Why is computer science more advanced than filosofy, something like "life science"? Why is some art better than other? Why are some guys such jerks? Why are some girls such bitches? Why did they take so much time to invent the wheel? Is she the one? What is "the one"? How come sometimes i have to shower with cold water? Why do most things come in pairs? Why do we consider some people so different when we are all humans? What if i could change the world? Why do so many people wish they could turn invisible? Is it really that difficult to find a needle in a haystack? Couldnt one use a magnet? What if i never was born? Who would be wearing my shoes? What if the person who would be wearing my shoes wasnt born either? Is there really fate? If so, what does mine say? Why do we use umbrellas, when standing in the rain feels so good? What if i hadnt done that thing i did? Or that other thing? Would i be happier or sadder?What is happiness? Why are cats so cool? Why am i so dependant on some people? Why am i so lucky? Why is my head hurting? Why do i need answers? Why cant i accept it all?

I want answers. Life is finding questions, and bumping accidentally into answers. Unfortunately the former happens more than the latter.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Religion - Lead or be led.

Okay, before i start i must say, you must leave your religion at the door, otherwise youll probably get mad at me, cause im really critic om something as ambiguous and complex as religion.

First lets start defining religion:

A religion is a set of common beliefs and practices generally held by a group of people, often codified as prayer, ritual, and religious law.
(According to wikipedia.)

So, as you can see the main concept defines nothing concrete. Its not "a group of people following the dogmas of a certain entity", its a group of people thinking the same and doing the same stuff. My definition would be, a man made source of faith that determines what is bad and what is good. We need insurance, man is dependant by nature. We need something or someone telling us if what we are doing is right or wrong.

This subject was chosen cause of Manja (a friend) telling me to talk about how she considered "christianity the biggest and oldest witchcraft in history". At first i disagreed cause i thought witchcraft was those religions against christianity but then we cleared up. We are going to define the term "witchcraft": beliefs that have no concrete basis and cannot be proven in any way, pretty much like "magic". By this point some people will be like " :O HOW CAN HE DARE SAY THAT???" well, the thing is theres people who believe in evidence and things that cannot be proven wrong. And you see, in this way, almost all religions become something without a clear basis, all in a hear-say basis, all started by those who wanted to create the religion. Why? Because every single person on this earth needs something to believe in. Tell me, have you been into an atheist country? A country where the general religion is not have any. No, cuz there isnt any. We all need a sense of safety.

I was raised as a catholic, yet my family is one of those that lead, not one of followers, so we criticize and make our own decisions, so in my family theres no clear religion. Like as an example, we can take catholicism, as far as we know Jesus Christ could have been a guy who just wanted us all to be happy and treat each other real nice, and he died on the cross just to prove the point. But through ages the current biggest organization in the whole world, that goes by the name of the church, realized how gullible people are and how much power the could adquire. So they changed the whole story of he giving happiness to one of, if you dont support him youll pretty much rot in hell. In my opinion, this is a clear way of making people go to church and giving the church the power it currently has.

One day i was in a summer house with some people, and there were two guys with whom i agreed in everything, we had an almost parallel way of life. And we went into the subject of religion. One of them has a Jehovas witness girlfriend, and he was describing how the religion is. I was shocked. Apparently her grandfather said she wasnt her niece, just because she wasnt a devote Jehovas witness. He basically said she was dead to him, just because she didnt follow the religion as strongly as he did (because she IS a Jehovas witness, it wasnt cause she wasnt one, it was cause she didnt follow it strongly). I mean, how can people be willing to lose family because of a bunch of beliefs? I wouldnt even do it with a guy who i dont talk that much to, to just stop talking to him cause he follows Buddha and i dont. How about the case in which a girl finds the love of her life and he just happens to have a different religion and the parents just dont approve of it?

We've reached a world ruled by beliefs. People killing other cause of not following their beliefs. Even those who said "You will not kill.". The catholic church had the inquisition, when they tied philosophers up to stakes and burned them on the fires started on their books and writings, just because they had the nerve to dare and challenge the popular belief. The inquisition was just killing people who threatened their power. Don't believe me? What if a guy, a random guy, finds buried on the ground a proof, a proof that cannot be proved wrong, that Jesus Christ didnt exist? If the church found out about this before it went public, do you think they will come up to the guy and say "ohh yeah, all this years we were wrong, we are gonna clear all this confusion up" and go have a talk to the world about how all this 2000 years they were wrong? Ohhh nooo, they guy, the proof, and everyone with the knowledge about it will dissappear misteriously.

As a quick summary, religion is just an organization, and we should all learn to believe in ourselves. If we have those who we know truly exist all believe in a person who may or may not exist, then who will believe in us? To me, we should all believe in ourselves and the people around us. And we dont need someone to tell us what is wrong and what is right, we have the common sense to determine this for ourselves.

I finish with a quote:

"Now it is such a bizarrely improbably coincidence that anything so mindbogglingly useful [the Babel fish] could have evolved by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God. The argument goes something like this: "I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "the Babel fish is a dead giveaway isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED" "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic."
-Douglas Adams

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

That weird thing we call love....

Whats the deal with it? I mean, i've been trying to figure it out and its as complicated as learning a sport and as simple a using a paper clip, yet, nobody can manage it perfectly. I mean, is it hormones? Is it butterflies in the stomach? Is it just plain stupidity? or is it something else? Im a constant victim of it, so far it has brought nothing good to me yet i continue going to it. Maybe its a kind of masochism. This theory kinda makes sense. Ever wondered why the best girls almost always end up with the crappiest guys? and curiously enough, they almost always have the ideal guy nearby, who was crazy about her and gave up in some point, yet he always keeps a couple of the feelings deep inside him, and he goes around breaking girls hearts and he also knows the one girl who has the heart he couldnt break. You see, its kinda complicated yet obvious, at least to me. People are going to tell me: "maybe thats YOUR case, but certainly not mine". Well, to those people i say: "if it isnt well then tell me, cause id like to learn, but most probably it IS your case, so pay a bit more attention to your life".

Im trying to get to understand this, according to scientists, chemical reaction of hormones. To me, human beings are curious beings, and this has to be one of our most amazing aspects. I mean, nobody hasnt experienced it. Deep in our DNA its mandatory to fall in love. One who says that he hasnt fallen in love is either too young, or lying. Lately i helped a friend with a bit of love troubles. She wondered why i was SOO right and always found out the solution, to which i answered: "i just pay attention." I may claim i may know a lot about it, but another funny thing, is that even the most expert person always acts stupidly on it. So i may understand it all, but, i make the same mistakes in it. Maybe a guy who doesnt know anything can actually be a million times better than i am.

This all comes from filosofical thinking and mostly cause i went to a summer house with some friends, and one of em was drunk and talking about crushes. But me and other two friends started correcting him on everything, and soon we noticed how us three had the exact same thoughts about it, finishing each others ideas. We all made very good points like: "every guy has two friends, the casanova prick who uses girls and plays with them as if they were objects, and the guy who, yeah has its bad things, but overall would make a girl really happy, yet the one who finds the girls is the first one." Sad but true. I mean, logic seems to not apply to love, why the heck do we insist on trying to apply logic to it, its not something one thinks beforehand. In love, the one who thinks, loses. Theres pretty much only one very important rule, "always fight for what you want" and as you can see, its not only in love but life itself. If you always give up, maybe you havent found that which you feel the need to fight for. Sometimes, even giving up can be a way of fighting for something, yet this is the most painful and difficult of all the ways. Ask any guy/girl who has its love bound up by a girl/boyfriend.

It would be funny if like in video games you put the mouse over somebody and see how much life and magic he/she has left, we could do that in life but with real people and seeing their current state in love, it would read curious things: "in love with a girl who doesnt like him back yet loved by his best friend", "fighting with a girl he loves, and she loves him too", "heartbroken by a guy", "loves the guy next to her in math class", "loves the girl who looks at him funny during math class", "currently not loving anybody, but loved by many, and he doesnt know". Imagine such thing, it would be hard to be cupid.

So it all can be sumed up in only one question:

What is love?
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/364202

Monday, July 2, 2007

Veritas - Aequitas (quote from "the boondock saints")

Now you will receive us. We do not ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be saught by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood ‘til it rains down from the skies. Do not kill, do not rape, to not steal. These are principles, which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain. But if you do you, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day, you will reap it. And we will send you to whatever god you wish. And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly ca! rry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

The Perfect Phrase (quote from "Les poupees russes")

Wendy - You are the perfect guy.
Xavier - You're making a mistake... I'm really not! If there is someone on earth who is a wreck, it's me.
Wendy - That's what I just said: you're a perfect guy.
Xavier - How come you're such a nice girl?
Wendy - I'm not being nice... you just happen to be the best thing that's happened to me in the past 26 years.
Xavier - I'm not sure I'm the one you're talking about. The one you think I am.
Wendy - What do you think? I know you're not always perfect. I know you have tons of problems, defects, imperfections... but who doesn't? It's just that I prefer your problems. I'm in love with your imperfections. Your imperfections are just great! I mean, you can't imagine, before I had to deal with Ed and compared to him, you're a day at the beach! I know most girls they go weak at the knees for what's beautiful, you know, that's all they see, that's all they want. But I'm not like that. I don't just see what's beautiful. I fall for the other stuff. I love what's not perfect. It's just how I am.

Xavier Narrator: Any guy with a normal constitution would have run after her. Me, I didn't move. Or, rather, it's the train that moved. I just let it.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

....

Quiero aclarar algo. Este blog es una cronica, no una opinion. lo q comente del "tan respetuoso e diplomatico" fueron opiniones de otros. si hay quejas favor dirigirlas a: Norsken (Niklas Aronsson, H3, Tingvalla), Tåmpa (Tomas Jansson, H3, Tingvalla) y el tipo q no conocia q tuve q preguntar el nombre (jakob hederos, EKFS 1-4 årskurs, SÄG). Notese como en el blog no hay calumnias, dado q eso fue lo q me dijeron, y ellos lo comprobaran, no declare nada, no dije q tenian razon, ni q estaba de acuerdo. Eso es mi opinion, y por lo tanto no pertenece en un resumen de mi dia. Eso paso, y estoy seguro q declarar actos y citar a personas, q en realidad si sucedieron y si se dijeron, no se considera como calumnia. Si considera q las opiniones deberian ser cambiadas, con mucho gusto puede contactar a las personas q las declararon. Pero estoy seguro q en alguna parte se dice q cada uno puede tener su opinion. Dado que ellos pudieron decir calumnias, o que estaban borrachos (como dicen "Los niños y los borrachos siempre dicen la verdad.") y era el alcohol hablando, no significa que el acto de que ellos actuaron en tal forma y que dijeron tal cosa desaparezca de la faz de la tierra. Yo estuve ahi. Sobrio y tomando una entrevista mental hecha a mi dia, y mi dia relato lo sucedido.


Ahora, veo q es muy diplomatico y no pone su nombre en nada, como sabra, si me quiere insultar, puede ponerlo en una carta firmada con nombre y direccion y con gusto la recibire, pero cosas tan infantiles como insultarme bajo otros nombres, i.e. Satanás, Gladys, chupamela, o el hecho de crear una cuenta de Hotmail, con el solo proposito de insultarme, son bastante infantiles. Diplomatico no creo q sea la palabra, preguntele a cualquiera, eso es infantil. Muchos me han dicho q eso es miedo, pero eso no sere yo el q lo comprobare. Otros dicen que es envidia, pero segun los comentarios el envidioso soy yo, tonz eso tampoco podria ser verdad. La anonimidad no da licencia de matar, tampoco es que su persona sera apedreada por poner su nombre bajo sus palabras. Estamos en los tiempos modernos, donde la anonimidad no existe, en el internet, existen IP's (internet protocols) que son unicos, el hecho de realizar una accion en internet guarda la direccion en un FTP (en este caso, de blogger). Esa direccion concuerda, con un servidor, con un area, con un router y sus respectivas direcciones DNS. Por lo tanto, se encuentra una unica computadora en el mundo con esa direccion. Esa fue una pequeña leccion de anonimidad en el internet, espero que haya entendido, o sino, es irrelevante. Talvez, un grafiti en la pared habria sido mas anonimo, pero la anonimidad, no merece respeto alguno. La anonimidad exigiendo respeto, sin base alguna, es casi como un carro pidiendo velocidad sin ruedas.

Al respecto de la censura, es mi blog, yo tengo el derecho a censurar lo que yo quiera, principalmente chiquitos (o chiquiTicos como lo quiera considerar) q no saben lo q es insultar bajo su propio nombre y se ocultan bajo la anonimidad. Yo, Emilio Monge (no me oculto bajo otros nombres, si quiere mas informacion, por favor contacteme), no apruebo cosas inmaduras en mi flog. Vea como su ultimo comentario si fue aprobado, dado q no tenia tono de inmadurez, aunq debo decir q desp de los otros me sorprendio. Mi nivel es chiquitito, el tono de rascismo en sus insultos/comments, es sorprendente. Y nunk realize una critica, simplemente narre los hechos de un dia, dado el caso lo q yo escribo es casi q un diario, no un articulo.

Tambien le deseo que le vaya muy bien en la vida. Y si mi blog trata de una persona, la persona tendra q leer y respetuosamente criticar, pero los insultos solo causan q uno mantenga lo escrito. Cito su comentario: "Respetá como los demás te respetan." Lo dice la persona q clama q: "deberias mejorar tu inglés" (lastima q todos los q lo tienen de madre materna estan desacuerdo, pero cuando el experto habla, es cierto), "que se puede esperar de alguien que viene de un pais bananero como el tuyo" (puede q mi pais distribuya bananos al mundo, pero por lo menos no exporta inmadurez), "en otro sitio solo te hubiesen admitido de lavacopas o botones" (me pregunto si aceptaran mis notas de la universidad, q me dan beca, o mi posible nota de ensayo del toefl de 280/300, naah, no creo), "que bueno que no publicas fotos de tu cara, le ahorras a la vida y al "universe" un gran disgusto" (ahh bueno, que dicha q no me considero guapo), "negro sucio" (uhhh esto si que merece trabajar en AFS, organizacion de union mundial, creo q racismo no esta en los requisitos), "mejor cortate el cabello" (jajajaja no ya se, mejor me hago un peinado homosexual, talvez asi me acepten mas), "el piojo mas pequeño lo usan para montar a caballo" (ahh? que? no se xq pero esto no logra insultarme) "hasta pareces un vagabundo" (maldicion, tanto q he intentado demostrar lo q soy), "Nombre: chupamela" (no se si sera su nombre, pero creo q su madre debio haberlo pensado mejor), "negro sucio y cagon, no tenes bolas mas afrontar que sos un muerto de hambre que viene del subdesarrallo" (awww, esto tiene escrito amor por todas partes), "Nombre: jajajaj" (creo q hubo un error, creo q la mama solo se estaba riendo, no era el nombre decidido), "lo que quieres es mamar pene, inmigrante de baja calaña" (esta tiiiiiiiiiiiiiene que ir en el curriculum a afs argentina, estoy seguro q se sentiran felices de aceptar a tal persona, no se preocupe, yo le hago el favor de informarles, soy muy buena persona), "Nombre: que te sirva" (no entendi, talvez es q quiere que el comment me sirva, pues si, me alegro el dia, nunk me rei tanto con tan pocas palabras), "es increible lo que puede hacer la envidia, no?" (esta tuuuve q contarsela a mis amigos, esta tiene q ser la mejor parte de todo, cuando encuentre que le envidio, me avisa, ok? ;-) ), "la sabras mejor q nadie" (yo conozco la envidia, una vez oi q no se puede ser envidioso y feliz a la misma vez, yo soy muy feliz por cierto, y definitivamente se nota que su persona es muy feliz por todos estos comentarios, o me equivoco?), "espero que puedas vivir tranquilo, porque los envidiosos jamas lo logra, de tan pendientes que estan de los demas" (yo tranquilamente vivire, pero creo q es saludable q deje de estar tan pendiente de mi, ya sabe, por leer mi blog y eso, es para mis amigos, la gente que quiero, lastimosamente, tmb entran los envidiosso, que al parecer jamas lo logran, pero uno logro entrar a mi blog ;-) ) .

Pense que nada seria mas divertido, pero responderlo al parecer lo fue.

Al respecto a lo de que no puedo escribir nada sobre personas sin autorizacion. Si fuera asi, cada segunda vez que apreto la tecla "Enter" tendria q hacer 3 preguntas. La escritura trata de gente sea de buena forma o de mala forma, sea de amigos o de enemigos. La muestra de caracter es como cada uno responde a eso. Lastimosamente, usando la calificacion sueca, esos comentarios merecen un IG. (aunq el ultimo comentario pasa por VG) Margaret Chase dijo " La cobardia moral que nos previene de decir lo q tenemos en la mente, es tan peligrosa hacia este pais como hablar irresponsablemente. La manera correcta, no es siempre la popular y la facil. Defender el derecho cuando es impopular, es una verdadera prueba de caracter moral." Por lo tanto, hablare lo que tenga en la cabeza, sea popular o impopular, a veces alguien necesita decir lo q otros tienen en la mente pero no se atreven a decir.

Como ud dijo "saludos fraternales."

(people in organizations who want this translated to english, please contact me)

Friday, June 15, 2007

Here Without You


Three Doors Down - Here Without You

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Mitt först blog här




-So.

-So....what?

-So....what has happened in my life?

-I don't know. Why do you ask me?

-Because you're the one living it.

-But i dont understand it. So i cant explain.

-Life. Life is complicated.

Well yesterday began with me wondering what happened yesterday. But then i imagined luci mad at me for some reason. Then i remembered "Tullholmen kl 4" I went there, pretty early to find no one. I waited there and met Åsa who had made a mistake with the tests so she had to check them again. Then Anna came, i didnt made much of social contact, just a normal hej. Then Matias came, to which i gave a defensive hej, which he responded equally, and he greeted Anna with a big happy hej. Me? Jealous? I dont think so. Pfff, kinda glad actually. Then two of my lilla vänner came and then maija came, in a very gul way. Then we all went in. I was dying from the heat, so i opened a window and sat there. Åsa had an activity in mind, so we sat on the table. We did an activity to choose an animal we would like to be, to which i chose i cat, cause cats have great personalities and i love cats :D I placed my mp3 in a coffee table cause i wasnt using it. Then we talked about our year, about the best and worst of sweden. Dont remember mi answers, but i know they were good ones. Kind of a highlight to say that matias, when asked about the worse in sweden, said nothing. Then mirjam arrived and had to do the same stuff, then all were like doing their goodbye rituals, but i was just too headachy (dunno if thats a adj) to do anything. Then i left on a hurry cause ulf had invited me to a student fest. So i went with pauline and luchia quickly, just to be caught by maija, who i thought was a mad swede. Then i left them to meet my friends.

I sat in a bench for a while, to find them later. They were a bit drunk already hehe. I took some beers, cause it was hoooooooot as hell. I dont like the taste, it really tastes like piss, sometimes i felt like throwing up cause of the taste. Well, it was really hot so afterwards i felt like i was drinking water with a funny taste. So we sat there by the river, and talked, then a friend of ulf, Lisa, came and joined our drinking fest. Soon there was a lot of events so ill just sum them up. We ran out of beers. We saw alex. Alex ignored us. Then Alex came. Then Ulf went for some beers with a friend, for supposedly half an hour (which lasted a couple of hours in reality). Norsken tried to get me to play soccer and volleyball. Norsken offered me a cigarrette for a thousand times, which i denied three thousand times. Some people from our class arrived. Some left. A friend of la sueca/argentina came and got all over me, gave me a flower and left cause i didnt went with her flow. Ulf decided between two girls.

We also got a guy to play guitar to us, he was actually really REALLY good for a homeless dude. We gave him like 50 kr for his short song, i because i liked it, the others cause they had no idea how much money they gave him. Uhh at the beginning i taught the guys the oldest costarican beer trick, about hitting a bottle from above, so i goes all foamy and spills all over the place. I did it to norsken several times, but he sprayed me with beer. After a while i went to catch the bus, accompanied by maria and norsken, maria was clearly with no alcohol, not what i can say about norsken. Dunno how girls put up with drunk guys, even less like 'em. Summary i drank like 8 beers, normal alcohol, heineken, bell man, carlsberg, can and bottles. I was a bit dizzy at first, but no effect. I was as stable as a 10000 year old oak tree. Then i went to my bus stop and saw ulf riding the back of his nights girl, Lisa. BACK OF THE BICYCLE that is. I called him and made the same joke to him, apparently he was so drunk he didnt get it. I walked to my stop and waited. Then Ulf came and we met anna, helena, and a random girl. I said farewell to ulf and went into the bus, where helena wanted me to sit next to her. Then a guy who works at mcdonalds joined. We talked about crap crap crap, including gay marriage and spanish teachers. I got off, found my family still up doing stuff, said god natt, and watched the costa rica match. Pretty average, but still fun to see.

And today, i woke up knowing i had a lot of stuff to do. So i did the logic thing to do. I was lazy till i could manage the responsability of doing everything. Then i got up saw that i was late so i quickly got a shower and dressed and took all the stuff needed for today. Then i went to the bus. I needed some music. I opened the pocket where i always had my mp3.......empty. So i started thinking where i left the damn mp3, my fast mind told me it was on my swedish class, cause everything pointed at that fact. So i stopped and went down to tullholmen which was closed. I got there at 4:05 and it closed at 4:00. So i waited and called Åsa who didnt answer. Afterwards some students managed to open the door, so i went in, i went to the class, and the mp3 wasnt there. I panicked and search the janitors, found nobody, then went back to the class, and noticed how it wasnt the same class. The window i sat on couldnt be opened, so i went to another class, which was miraclously (this is sooo misspelled) open without a lock, and there it was my mp3. Then i hurried to torget where i found lucia waiting for me. I was hyperactive by then so we went bought lucia some headphones and changed my headset. Then met pauline, i went to get some money and buy a metal id box while they waited for maija. I came back and met maija then we went for a shirt, which we went to several places in search for an M. When we got it we then went to hemköp, where i stole my usual cherry and did a knot with the string just for fun, and then mcD. There i had my lots of stuff, and decided not to meet my friends to go out for pubs, cause i was tired and hungry.




I came home, ate, watched Next (nicolas cage is a guy who can see the future 2 minutes) and then decided i dont like metroflog anymore and that i will use Blogger instead.

Now im off to bed, keep in mind you can also comment here without being a member. Sorry my lilla vänner for abandoning metroflog, but here i can write more, and put more pictures :D



GOD NATT!