Wednesday, June 21, 2006

I hate traffic

Sunday, June 18, 2006


As Ray Porter watched his Mirabelle walk away..
..he feels a loss.
How is it possible.. - he thinks. miss a woman whom he kept at a distance.. that when she was gone..
..he would not miss her. Only then did he realise how wanting part of her..
..and not all of her..
..had hurt them both..
..and how he cannot justify his actions..
..except that..
..well.. was life.

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Tuesday, June 13, 2006


Cierro los ojos y el alma
Para no ser vulnerable


La Oreja de Van Gogh came out with a new album...soooo so exciting. I hope they tour US, I would be crazy to see them in concert!!! This really made my day.

On other notes I've been kind of sad lately. I even wrote about my sadness. Maybe I'll post it later.
Then suddenly I was stuck in traffic today and some very very nice things happen .. and the sadness was gone. Life can turn out so weird at times.

Also I have to add the foot I posted earlier is not mine as some people assumed.. But the painting on it is :))))

So if you stumble upon this... and are looking for furniture..can you contact me? I am selling everything !!!

I'm bored of writing.. I'm going to cook..salmon with garlic and cillantro..yuuuuummmmyyyyy !!

Monday, June 12, 2006


For some reason I feel empty.

If I was a pot this would be the moment when everything cooled down. He filled me with water, then slowly I started boiling, then I burst out, and then I started cooling down. And then, you knocked me over, probably by mistake and all the water fell out.

Why did you do it? Do you even know me a little? Maybe you don't even know who you are, maybe you're reading this wondering whether I'm going insane. I'm not. I'm just an empty pot waiting to be filled again.

Monday, June 05, 2006


It's late and I decided to debug instead of sleep.
Lately I have been reading very weird stuff.. I started reading Nietzsche...and I really like it. Then from Nietzsche I became curious about the life of Socrates, so I started reading Plato's dialogues. Maybe that's when it all became a little depressing... Socrates believed like was a sickness and when he chose death over exile he felt he was being cured... so much for optimism.

Then I began being fascinated by courtesan and I found this quite interesting blog..
Ah well.. this is where an ivy league engineering education could lead you..

What else... I need to start moving sad. I will miss the couch on the porch so much...

I almost forgot.. I've been having this debate about Cow. Cow is the very cute sheep that Eric gave me. She is a sheep but her name is Cow. Certain people do not seem to believe this arguing that there are no black and white sheep. Here is an image of a black and white sheep ...

Friday, June 02, 2006

Opening my eyes

The moment comes when you finally realize what could have made you so happy... it is the moment when you give it up.

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