lunes, 27 de diciembre de 2010
sábado, 25 de diciembre de 2010
te kiero
mucho mucho!
alcoholes mañaneros y escasos
parkecitos bonitos en barrios pijos XD
casas de juguete k acen las veces de castillos resguardadores de los malos malisimos xP
Hoy me encuentro viva
pero no tiene nada k ver con k sea Navidad
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z500MGW-WNw
miércoles, 22 de diciembre de 2010
lunes, 20 de diciembre de 2010
jueves, 16 de diciembre de 2010
54-46 That's My Number
Stick it up, mister!
Hear what I say, sir, yeah...
Get your hands in the air, sir!
And you will get no hurt, mister, no no no
I said yeah
What did I say?
Don't you hear? I said yeah (yeah yeah)
Listen to what I say (what I say)
Do you believe I would take something with me
And give it to the police man?
I wouldn't do that, now listen to me one more time
I wouldn't do that
And if I do that, I would say "sir, put the charge on me"
I wouldn't do that
No, I wouldn't do that
I'm not a fool to hurt myself
So I was innocent of what they done to me
They was wrong
Listen to me, they were wrong
Give it to me one time
Give it to me two time
Give it to me three time
Give it to me four time
54 46 was my number
Right now, someone else has that number...(8)
Cada vez estoy más segura de que el Karma existe
:D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4x6IYNp4FXw&feature=player_embedded
miércoles, 15 de diciembre de 2010
domingo, 12 de diciembre de 2010
Es cierto...
Que no existe otra persona como tú...
eres el centro de mi vida
la razón de mi existencia...
eres mi todo
Te amo
Te amo con locura y siempre lo haré
mi sol...mi luz...mi vida
120409
Una de esas cosas que me gustan de tí
Qué sonríes siempre aunque todo esté del revés...
Cuando te conocí no supe exactamente que pensar de ti pero me atrajo esa locura tan propia que te caracteriza; ese magnetismo infantil y desenfadado que te hace tan especial.
Ahora que eres parte de mi y te conozco lo suficiente pienso que fue el destino el que nos unió para que nos complementáramos
para que soñásemos
y aprendiésemos la una de la otra.
Te quiero muchísimo
AMIGA
domingo, 31 de octubre de 2010
When there is trap set up for you,
In every corner of this town,
And so you learn the only way to go is underground.
When there is a trap set up for you,
In every corner of your room,
And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
And we crossing border after border,
We realise the difference is none.
It's underdogs who, and if you want it,
You always have to make your own fun.
And as the upperdog leisurely sighing,
The local cultures are dying and dying.
The programmed robots are buying and buying,
And (inaudible) they are still trying trying.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines,
The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies.
And boy scouts ask, "Where? Where do they go?"
They go to the country that they only know.
Just like their meanings they live between the lines,
Between the borders their real countryside,
Their strategies, they advertise,
Their strategy of being is in-your-face disguise.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
And when their own walls they will a-crumble,
And all the systems will be discumbumbled,
Around the stump of bigotry, our own [Ukrainian].
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, and underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground!
[Ukrainian]
Through the roof! And underground!
Through the roof! Underground!
In every corner of this town,
And so you learn the only way to go is underground.
When there is a trap set up for you,
In every corner of your room,
And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
And we crossing border after border,
We realise the difference is none.
It's underdogs who, and if you want it,
You always have to make your own fun.
And as the upperdog leisurely sighing,
The local cultures are dying and dying.
The programmed robots are buying and buying,
And (inaudible) they are still trying trying.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines,
The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies.
And boy scouts ask, "Where? Where do they go?"
They go to the country that they only know.
Just like their meanings they live between the lines,
Between the borders their real countryside,
Their strategies, they advertise,
Their strategy of being is in-your-face disguise.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
And when their own walls they will a-crumble,
And all the systems will be discumbumbled,
Around the stump of bigotry, our own [Ukrainian].
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, and underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground!
[Ukrainian]
Through the roof! And underground!
Through the roof! Underground!
vuelvo a estos lares hoy día de halloween...
No se por que nos quejamos tanto del día de halloween si es sólo una muestra mas de la colonización anglosajona que sufrimos...
total...si por lo menos es algo bueno no hay que aprovecharlo?
mejor halloween k las hamburguesas que engordan XD
ya hablé.
hoy es el día en el que los canis y los pijos se visten de góticos y los ves por la calle y no eres capaz de diferenciar que son... XD
(al final son todos iguales)
PDT:sí,esa soy yo hace muuuchos años XD
martes, 19 de octubre de 2010
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