08 mayo 2010

Deberían crear algo que de verdad sirva para solucionar todos mis problemas…

“¿Tiene mala memoria? Pues recuerda tomar Ginseng, es bueno ¿Quiere perder peso?, ¿tener la piel más suave? Compre Ginseng, ¿necesita dormir más por las noches?, llévese una caja entera, ¿no le gusta su trabajo? El Ginseng le ayudara a encontrar uno mejor, ¿malo en la relaciones amorosas? Tómese una taza todas las mañanas y encontrara la solución a sus problemas en el amor, ¿piensa que la vida es un asco? Frótese Ginseng antes de cada baño y cambiara de parecer, ¿cree que esta entrada es estúpida? AGARRE UN GINSENG Y SE LO PASA POR UN LUGAR VERDADERAMENTE INCOMODO, y luego me habla….”

PAZ!

01 mayo 2010

CA CHI CHIEN ca chi chien!

Coño! Típico! Aleluya tengo plata y ya me toca pagar deudas!!!!!!
Malvada sea este cochino mundo!! Tengo DOS MESES reuniendo platica para comprarme los shoes y el CD pero nunca tarda en surgir algo que tengo que pagar, una deuda perdida, un almuerzo, la cena… COÑO HASTA UN ANTOJO!!!!!
De verdad! Yo lo se! Va a haber un día en que mande a todo el mundo a la mierda!!!! Pero hoy no va a hacer ese día, ca chi chien ca chi chien… me tocó pagar aquellos cien!

Telephone - Lady Gaga feat Beyonce

Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can’t hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you see, see
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you’re breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I’m kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy.

Just a second,
it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play
And I cannot text you with
a drink in my hand, eh
You shoulda made some plans with me,
you knew that I was free.
And now you won’t stop calling me;
I’m kinda busy.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I’m busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

[Beyonce]
Boy, the way you blowin’ up my phone
won’t make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
’cause this is a disaster!
Callin’ like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!

Not that I don’t like you,
I’m just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls,
’cause I’ll be dancin’.

‘Cause I’ll be dancin’
‘Cause I’ll be dancin’
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls, ’cause I’ll be dancin’!

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I’m busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

We’re sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time.
Please check the number, or try your call again

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want you leathe-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Your bad romance

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love, uhh

I want your psycho
Your vertigo stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
(‘Cause I’m a freak bitch, baby!)
I want it bad
Your bad romance

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
I’m a freak bitch baby

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends

J'veux ton amour
Et je veux ton revenge
J'veux ton amour
I don't wanna be friends

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(I don't wanna be friends)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

(I don't wanna be friends)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)

I want your loving
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

I know that we are young.
And I know you may love me.
But I just can't be with you like this anymore.
Alejandro.

She's got both hands
in her pockets.
And she wont look at you,
Won't look at you

She hides true love.
En su bolsillo
She's got a halo around her finger.
Around you.

You know that I love you boy.
Hot like Mexico, rejoice.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose.

Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

(Just stop. Please. Just let me go. Alejandro. Just let me go.)

She's not broken,
She's just a baby.
But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like a dad.
and all those flames that burned before him.
Now he's gonna find a fight, gonna cool the bad.

You know that I love you boy.
Hot like Mexico, rejoice.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose

Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.


Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

Don't bother me.

Don't bother me. Alejandro
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Fernando.

I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Alejandro.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch. Fernando.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke my cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.

I see you - Leona Lewis

I see you
I see you
Walking through a dream
I see you
My light in darkness breathing hope of new life
Now I live through you and you through me
Enchanting
I pray in my heart that this dream never ends
I see me through your eyes

Living through life flying high
Your life shines the way into paradise
So I offer my life as a sacrifice
I live through your love
You teach me how to see

All that’s beautiful
My senses touch your word I never pictured
Now I give my hope to you
I surrender
I pray in my heart that this world never ends
I see me through your eyes
Living through life flying high

Your love shines the way into paradise
So I offer my life
I offer my love, for you
When my heart was never open
(and my spirit never free)
To the world that you have shown me
But my eyes could not division
All the colours of love and of life ever more

Evermore
(I see me through your eyes)
I see me through your eyes
(Living through life flying high)
Flying high

Your love shines the way into paradise
So I offer my life as a sacrifice
And live through your love
And live through your life
I see you
I see you

I don´t feel like dancing - Scissor Sisters

Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘what ya done?’
This used to be the life but I don’t need another one.
Good luck cuttin’ nothin’, carrying on, you wear them gowns.
So how come I feel so lonely when you’re up getting down?

So I play along when I hear that favourite song
I’m gonna be the one who gets it right.
You better know when you’re swingin’ round the room
Look’s like magic’s solely yours tonight

But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you

Cities come and cities go just like the old empires
When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile.
You got so many colours make a blind man so confused.
Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?

So I’ll just pretend that I know which way to bend
And I’m gonna tell the whole world that you’re mine.
Just please understand, when I see you clap your hands
If you stick around I’m sure that you’ll be fine.

But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you

You can’t make me dance around
But your two-step makes my chest pound.
Just lay me down as you blow it away into the shimmer light.

But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Even if i find nothin' better to do
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you

Lollipop - Mika

Hey, what's the big idea?

Yo Mika.

I said,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down,
I said,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down.

Sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down.
Say love, say love,
or love's gonna get you down.
say love, say love,
or love's gonna get you down.

I went walking in with my mama one day,
when she warn me what people say,
live your life until love is found,
'cause love's gonna get you down.
Take a look at the girl next door,
she's a player and a down right whore,
Jesus slows up, she wants more,
oh bad girls get you down.

Singing,
Sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down.
Say love, say love,
or love's gonna get you down.
say love, say love,
or love's gonna get you down.

Mama told me what I should know,
too much candy gonna ride your soul,
if she loves you, let her go,
'cause love only gets you down.
Take a look at the boy like me,
never stood on my own two feet,
now I'm blue, as I can be,
oh love couldn't get me down.

Singing,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down.
Say love, say love,
or love's gonna get you down.
say love, say love,
or love's gonna get you down.

I went walking with my mama one day,
when she warn me what people say,
live your life until love is found,
or love's gonna get you down.

Singing,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down.
Say love (say love), say love (say love),
or love's gonna get you down.
say love (say love), say love (say love),
or love's gonna get you down.

Mama told me what I should know,
too much candy gonna ride your soul,
if she loves you, let her go,
'cause love only gets you down.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, lollipop.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, lollipop.

Sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down,
say,
sucking too hard on your lollipop,
or love's gonna get you down

AH?!

-¿Quién es Gasset? —dijo el profesor segundos después de que Fulana terminara de leer.
Sin embargo, después de un silencio eterno y penoso de cuatro segundos…
-Un filosofo…— dijo él.


Ahora, yo me pregunto: ¿Dios todo poderoso se quiere reír de mi cuando dije que no creo que el hombre perfecto exista?
Me corto una bubi a que sí.
Good looking, rich, with car and brain… OMG! Las 4 grandes características que pocas veces conviven juntas en un solo cuerpo; pero parece ser que la naturaleza se digno a brindarnos este raro espécimen que solo nace uno entre 100000.
Un compañero de clases, tan pero, tan perfecto, y no exagero, que su sola presencia me produce mala espina. ¿Porqué? Simplemente porque creo que en cualquier momento me voy a enterar que el pana es una especie de robot que vino del futuro para joderme y hacer pensar.
Soy una mentirosa si digo que no me gustó a comienzo del año, ¿Quién no coño? Pero su rara perfección me daba tan duro en la cornea que se auto eliminó todas atracción existente en mi y empecé por tener curiosidad. Debía buscarle, siquiera, un defecto, UNO SOLO. Aun no doy con el susodicho, pero solo porque ya dejó de interesarme igual. Un cero a la izquierda. Yo de verdad me rehúso a ser como el montón empepado por el pana, el otro montón que lucha por ser parte de su sequito. Tengo muchas cosas más importante que hacer.
En más de una ocasión conversamos, es muy agradable y simpático (aunque muchos digan lo contrario, a mi me cayó bien), pero me di cuenta que yo, para ser alguien que se jacta de culta, estaba mucho más debajo de entender su poderoso y exótico léxico repleto de joyas de la lengua española.
Así que, luego de esto, solo tengo una conclusión: Sí, el hombre perfecto sí existe, pero te recomiendo que no te ilusiones mucho con él. Me apuesto a que su defecto es ese. Queremos a un ser humano y yo me vendo los ovarios a que mi compañero de clases está muy lejos de serlo…

PAZ!

#Yo confieso III

…qué no me gusta el #Yo confieso II, pero no hago nada para cambiarlo!

#Yo confieso II

…qué soy demasiado material girl cuando se me sale del corazón!

#Yo confieso I

...qué por primera vez se lo que es que mi cabeza tenga un corto circuito debido a que un chico lindo me haya sonreído y yo no estuviera preparada para ello!

Y cayeron pecadores por pelabolas…

Estoy cruzando por una etapa de arrechera critica donde no hay ¡poder humano! que me haga cambiar de opinión. Y con el deseo de poder desahogarme y de confesar empiezo así:
Una cosa que me está reventando la vena es el hecho de que todos los chicos que me consigo son unos pelabolas. ¡¿Por qué SEÑOR, yo, que siendo tan buena, no puedo darme el lujo de chulearme a un tipo aunque sea una vez?! Debería alguien decretar una ley: no le eches los perros a la chama si no posees carro o plata. Soy una chica que sabe, no siempre, lo que quiere; y pues yo quería en ese momento 20 BsF, pero ni la mejor cara de perrito, puchero, etc, pudieron sacar siquiera un pasaje para mi casa.
¡NIÑAS! Hay que ponernos serias; si ese cabeza de… que les está calentando la orejita no suelta ni una locha, OLVIDENSE, que si así es ahora, no se pueden imaginar cómo será en el noviazgo.
La nueva era de las mujeres dependientes está en su pleno apogeo, nada más sabroso que pagarse uno misma sus vainas, pero cuál es la diversión si no puedes sacarle algo de plata, sudor y lágrimas al pana.

PAZ!

I MISS…

Extraño muchas cosas de cuando era niña. Extraño no darme cuenta que uno de los gemelos fantásticos siempre se transformaba en una cubeta de agua; ver a escondida Dragon Ball porque mi mamá decía que era una comiquita para niños; saberme todas las canciones y bailes posibles del Club de los Tigritos, ver mil y un veces todas las películas viejas de Disney por VHS, el mismo que recibí de regalo de parte del “niño Jesús”; ser fanática a muerte de los Backstreetboys (los de antes), Britney Spears (la de antes), N´sinc o X grupo o cantante que solo sale en los especiales de los 90´s de VH1; jugar en el cole la ere, ladrón y policía, el escondite, etc.; la despreocupación de no tener que ver a los niños de un modo distinto ni ellos a las niñas porque cruzábamos la etapa del asco mutuo; ir a las tareas dirigidas a joder el parque aunque ya lo haya hecho en el cole y luego lo fuera a hacer en mi casa; las piñatas, los cotillones (las payasitas nunca me hicieron tanta gracia); las ropa Barbie que ahora solo me pondría con un cañón en la frente; ser una campista no ir a un campamento a trabajar como burra y sudar petróleo; ver el internet y el MSN como una novedad… en fin, extraño muchas cosas de mi infancia, pero debo admitir que joder el parque a los 8 no es nada comparado a hacerlo a los 18. (XD)

PAZ!

We are golden - Mika

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No givin' up when you're young and you want some

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running

Waking up in the midday sun
What's to live for?
You could see what I've done
Staring at emotion
In the light of day
I was running from the things that you'd say

We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden.
(We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden)

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No giving up when you're young and you want some

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running

I was a boy at an open door
Why you staring
Do you still think that you know?
Looking for treasure
In the things that you threw
Like a magpie
I live for glitter, not you

We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden
(We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden)

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No giving up when you're young and you want some

Now I'm sitting alone
I'm finally looking around
Left here on my own
I'm gonna hurt myself
Maybe losing my mind
I'm still wondering why
Had to let the world let it bleed me dry

We are not what you think we are
We are not what you think we are
(We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden)

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn about the family you come from?
No giving up when you're young and you want some

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running

We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden

We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden
(We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden)

Kick Ass - Mika

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong

We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees

We could rule the world
On a silver platter
From the wrong to the right light
To an open stream

With a crash and burn
We could make it better
Turn it upside down
Just you and me

We are the dream
No other way
To be

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong

We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees

I could change the world
I could make it better
Kick it up and down
Take a chance on me

When you fake a smile
And you think you're better
Gonna put it down
Rip (?) it at your feet

No bridge to burn
Nowhere to turn
For me

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong

We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees

What do they know about us?
Are they thinking of somebody else?
Are they wondering what we might be?
Are they thinking of you or of me?

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong

We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees