martes, agosto 31, 2010

I have decided that from now on, we're going to talk like this...

...and I don't mean moving my lips in a funny way like Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan in that scene from "When Harry met Sally".
I mean the language. Have I ever mentioned here that I prefer to talk in English? I probably have, nobody reads this shit hole of a blog anyway. The days of the blogs, real blogs, with content and a bit of writing, are over. It's the social network era.
And I'm not complaining...even better for me. I get to write whatever the f.. I want and no one would be offended. Not anyone I know for that matter.
So yes, I'm from Mexico, and my native language is Spanish, the most beautiful of them all in my personal opinion. But I write in English, as I think in English because it's like it's not me...it's like being someone else, somewhere else...

miércoles, agosto 18, 2010

Si te queda el saco...

Nunca he creído en las señales, ni en encontrar respuestas en lugares inesperados. Pero hace unos días una coincidencia extraña me dejó pensando.
Estaba pensando para mi misma (para quien mas puedo pensar no? ¬¬) ¿qué será eso en mi que me hace ser infeliz? ¿qué podria cambiar respecto a mi o mi actitud para no deprimirme tan facilmente, y tan constantemente.
Entré a facebook y alguien había puesto en su estado esta frase:

"You are deeply aware of your own sense of melodrama. You lack faith in yourself but expect faith in others. You project your insecurities onto everyone around you. You reject happiness as being shallow and superficial. You embrace post-modernism to avoid having an original thought. You criticize yourself because it places you above criticism. You desire what you hate and you hate what you desire and you always have to kill what you love the most"

(Tu estás profundamente conciente de tu propio sentido del melodrama. Careces de fé pero esperas fé en otros. Proyectas tus inseguridades en todos a tu alrededor. Rechazas la felicidad por considerarla vana y superficial. Abrazas el post-modernismo para evitar tener un pensamiento original. Te criticas a ti mismo para creerte por encima de la crítica. Deseas lo que odias y odias lo que deseas, y siempre tienes que matar lo que más amas)

- "He died with a Felafel in his hand" (2001)


Bueno, creo que obtuve mi respuesta.