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[Nov. 26th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
{my kind of organic} |
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| 181 |
[Nov. 25th, 2009|10:28 pm] |
very insightful, believe it or not... |
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| 180 |
[Nov. 24th, 2009|08:31 pm] |
delicias caseras, yom |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|07:22 pm] |
i've decided to quit my teaching job as soon as the school year is over.
i can't put off my own business any longer, much less my writing, and much less my home. |
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| 179 |
[Nov. 23rd, 2009|06:43 pm] |
someone needs to catch up
[and it's not funny at all] |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|08:20 pm] |
no blood, no veins, no tissue, no flesh.
only this.
s t r u c t u r e
(it's a way of making things happen.) |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|10:06 pm] |
.:nido.en.su.nube:. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|10:01 pm] |
ser chiquito tiene su chiste. |
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| 175 |
[Nov. 20th, 2009|07:41 pm] |
home seems like the only place for me nowadays. |
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| 174 |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|07:18 pm] |
patience, please. |
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| 173 |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|07:10 pm] |
walls are mirrors, in a way... |
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| 172 |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|10:42 pm] |
el llenadero de muchos,
el vacío de otros
el pasado en el presente?
juntos pero no revueltos?
solamente es: el arte de estar |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|08:17 pm] |
HELL IF I KNOW |
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| 170 |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|08:43 am] |
ah, mario flying is always cool :) |
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| 169 |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|08:00 am] |
a veces ver y reconocer es natural e inevitable. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|04:31 pm] |
m u t e d |
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[Nov. 11th, 2009|11:28 pm] |
los descuidos de la memoria
no dan respuestas;
sólo hacen más grande
el soplo de melancolía
que albergamos
--sin remedio alguno--
en el corazón. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2009|07:41 pm] |
taking silent film to the kids. |
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| 165 |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|09:59 pm] |
ya lo creo...! |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:33 pm] |
historias en cada esquina |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|08:30 am] |
meroool \m/
jiii. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|08:42 am] |
i had a tendency to over-share in the past, and with that, i also had the tendency to over-say, overdo, over-think, over-feel, etc. with time gone by, i realise that --apart from pure, undeniable and unabashed narcissism-- the cause of it had to do with being lonely and having lots to say, to show. and you probably know people like me: monosyllabic & shy at the beginning, raw & expressive in the end. i hated that. i felt i needed a better sense of self-control, because i always felt i ended up vulnerable in every single social situation or relationship i found myself in. and it was so. i couldn't be selective because i didn't have much to choose from anyway, and i obviously didn't have the experience that i have now to deal with those sort of cages. but the more i fought the urge to shut my mouth and close off my mind, the worse it got. because over-sharing (or perhaps over-doing) really is an essential part of me.
i guess that what i've learned so far is that over-sharing isn't terrible when you're willing to see your past as your past, as something that is part of you, but that doesn't define you completely and forever.
when i look back into my past, i can see everything so clearly, and because i can see everything so clearly, i am able to find a decent amount of peace within myself. because my past isn't only me; it's family and friends and strangers and assholes. we all have our very own set of circumstances, and i guess that, as i have to deal with mine, everyone else has their own share to deal with, too.
i haven't quite nailed down what my current voice sounds like, but that's always been a sign of positive evolution in my life. i'll just have to wait and see.
why people leave, why they stay, why they come back, why they don't: i don't know. it's not something i should understand, or so my gut tells me. why i leave, why i stay, why i come back, why i don't -- that's what i want to know, and only sometimes, because over-reading is always a bloody mess, because we're always tied to another, to millions of truths and millions of lies -- it's impossible to have a grip on each one at the same time that we're trying to live out immediacy.
i also like silence. i like not having the need to elaborate. many times, i am a blaze, but many others, i want to be a secret, too, for my sake alone. my heart is relatively clean -- i don't think i have much to fear, and i don't want to worry about that anyway. as i said to someone recently, "it's not my duty to beat myself down with my own limitations." there will always be someone that can do that for me, and i can't be responsible for their doings. it's up to them to have a heart or not. i can only keep going. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|11:50 pm] |
good people are my thing, really. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|07:29 pm] |
\a hibernar/ |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|07:24 pm] |
cold. unfocused. but when all else fails: fabric. |
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geeky
determined
distressed
full
hopeful
bored
tired
cold
blah
pensive
sleepy