Bueno pues muchos no sabran pero la gente que me conoce bien sabe perfectamente que soy adicta a DRAGONBALL, y bueno, el anime en general. Empece a ver anime cuando tenia solo 5 años; si me pongo a mencionar cuantas series he visto nunca terminaria (yo digo que unas 35-40... lo se, lose, soy una loser) pero bueno. Aqui esta un video de una persona la cual admiro mucho por su versatilidad y originalidad que impone en cada personaje que escoge: el señor, Mario Castañeda; alias Goku; alias Jim Carrey [en Mexico]. No solo me gusta su trabajo en general; mi admiracion y agradecimiento va muy lejos. La magia que le dio a Goku es indiscreptible y maravillosa.
Por darme los mejores reguerdos de mi infancia, le agradezco a usted, señor Mario Castañeda... Goku :D
Chequense esta entrevista!!!!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
We're all emos.
Admit it. You've just broken up with your love partner; somebody passed away; the person you like is dating somebody else; your father is sick; what kind of music do you play??? A lot of people says that "up-beat" music gives them energy and refreshes them, when in fact they've been listening to James Blunt all day. But why do we like depressing music? No matter how tough or "metal" you are, you're always going to play some sobby tracks if you're feeling down.
Even if I am not sad I play slow/chill/ambient music, either as background music, some deep conscious thoughts or for some daydreaming. Music with emotional lyrics and melodies keeps us aware from the situation that we're going or went through; is in our bodies to be sentimental, whether is in private or public (by the way, one thing is trusting your friend as a shoulder, another one is weeping all fucking day with no smiles or wiliness to do something about your depression). That pisses me off, please chin up and go forward!! Some crying is good to relieve your inside emotions, but how many emotions can you cry in one day??? One day of good crying is more than enough.
So I am writing this because just moments ago I was listening to some sentimental music that strangely enough makes me feel... content. Enjoy the following videos as much as I did. And please don't cry, it'll mess your keyboard.
Hasta.
B.
Even if I am not sad I play slow/chill/ambient music, either as background music, some deep conscious thoughts or for some daydreaming. Music with emotional lyrics and melodies keeps us aware from the situation that we're going or went through; is in our bodies to be sentimental, whether is in private or public (by the way, one thing is trusting your friend as a shoulder, another one is weeping all fucking day with no smiles or wiliness to do something about your depression). That pisses me off, please chin up and go forward!! Some crying is good to relieve your inside emotions, but how many emotions can you cry in one day??? One day of good crying is more than enough.
So I am writing this because just moments ago I was listening to some sentimental music that strangely enough makes me feel... content. Enjoy the following videos as much as I did. And please don't cry, it'll mess your keyboard.
Hasta.
B.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Rebirth
I woke up by my sister in law's soothing voice repeating my name while she was softly pulling the white sheets of my bed. It was pretty late already so I got up and immediately washed my face and brushed my teeth; I've never understood how people can have breakfast or do something else the moment they wake up without brushing their teeth. Not washing your face and have your eyes covered in buggers is passable (if you're not going anywhere), but not brushing your teeth? yuck. So I put on some gray working-out pants, a white tank-top and a gray sweat-shirt. I get outside and the weather is in its most perfect state: cloudy, yet not chilly nor nearly cold, and strangely a bit sunny. Light, breathable, suitable.
2 miles and I'm already a bit fucked up. The sun is now strongly shinning and I keep thinking how worse it would've been if I would've carried smoking. I haven't touched a cigarette in over a month. I feel accomplished.
I get home and I eat scrambled eggs with beans, some chips and 2 GREAT cups of coffee. By the way, if you want a great, strong coffee, the secret is on how much coffee do you add to the water that you've pour inside the coffeemaker/cup. You don't have to add a lot to make it nice and dark. For 8 cups I put 4 to 5 spoons and some powdered cinnamon to the coffee before I start on the coffeemaker. After my nice breakfast I log in to check my e-mail and I have a nice conversation with an ex ex ex, about religion, concerts in Mexico and long distance relationships. It's amazing how much you can say words throughout writing; words that you would never say if that person was in front of you.
Family arrives and I eat chicken with lemon and home-made salsa, and yes: more beans.
I'm still looking for a job, but mostly: I'm taking it simple and easy, day by day. Life is about moments and days, not about school years, or events, neither dates in advanced; I guess this is why I am always late to everywhere I am supposed to go, I stop and "smell the flowers" [what a cheesy line gringos came up with].
Hasta.
B.
2 miles and I'm already a bit fucked up. The sun is now strongly shinning and I keep thinking how worse it would've been if I would've carried smoking. I haven't touched a cigarette in over a month. I feel accomplished.
I get home and I eat scrambled eggs with beans, some chips and 2 GREAT cups of coffee. By the way, if you want a great, strong coffee, the secret is on how much coffee do you add to the water that you've pour inside the coffeemaker/cup. You don't have to add a lot to make it nice and dark. For 8 cups I put 4 to 5 spoons and some powdered cinnamon to the coffee before I start on the coffeemaker. After my nice breakfast I log in to check my e-mail and I have a nice conversation with an ex ex ex, about religion, concerts in Mexico and long distance relationships. It's amazing how much you can say words throughout writing; words that you would never say if that person was in front of you.
Family arrives and I eat chicken with lemon and home-made salsa, and yes: more beans.
I'm still looking for a job, but mostly: I'm taking it simple and easy, day by day. Life is about moments and days, not about school years, or events, neither dates in advanced; I guess this is why I am always late to everywhere I am supposed to go, I stop and "smell the flowers" [what a cheesy line gringos came up with].
Hasta.
B.
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