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martes, 20 de julio de 2010

Machu Picchu Skies.


To be in the middle of the rain forest, to be bitten by giant mosquitoes, to be sunk in the mud, everything is worthless when you wake up surrounded by Gods in a psychedelic trip. When you visit a magical place like Machu Picchu you cannot imagine the amount of adventures you are going to live, from the trip, the people you meet, the new things you taste, to what you learn from this spiritual experience.

The most difficult part of the adventure is the trip. You are sleeping and suddenly a yelling baby wakes you up. You do not understand why he cries that much, but the funny smell gives you a hint. And then, during the next twelve hours you have to put up with the heat of the desert and the smell that some fat man produces. Moreover, the super interesting Jean Claude Van Dam’s movie that you are forced to watch more than four times in a row, begins to make you retch. When you finally arrive to Arica you have to sit down on a ruler in order to form your crease again. So we strongly recommend you to travel by plane if you have enough money.

Besides the long trip, you meet awesome and odd people. The first character you meet is the taxi driver who takes you to Cuzco. This man looks like a chinese-peruvian who tries to rip you off with the fare. But not everybody is a crook. The hostel receptionist, who has an incredible trained ear to recognize the different accents, frustrates our plans of pretending to be peruvians and get lower prices, lead us to an amazing room. She tells us a lot of stories about Machu Picchu and the people you can find there. Certantly, the most interesting characters you can ever meet are the chamanes; they are eldery men with lots of wisdom and mystical powers. They are wizards from the rain forest. Their aim is to purify you contaminated soul.

Knowing these people is synonym of the new experiences you are going to live, they will help you with the problems you have to face up. One clear example of this, is the mountain sickness that prevents you from breathing properly. The local people will give you a “Mate de coca” that compensates your blood pressure and allows you breathe normally. Then in order to purify your soul, chamanes will give you to drink “ Ayahuasca”. The effect of this potion is a psychedelic perception of little details that in sobriety seem to be meaningless. Then, in order to recover from the terrible hangover, they prepare for you a mixture of beer and coca leaves.

Futhermore, in the inmensity of this beautiful monument combined with the magical potions, makes you feel so little, fragile and sensitive to the wonders of the universe. You feel better with yourself, because you renovate your energies to face this contemporary way of living. You will be envied for the ones who are prisioners of the claws of superficiality.

Definitely, you will never forget this experience. Although for some people seem to be a very toxic and dangerous adventure, to live this is priceless. You learn a lot of aborigine people’s way of living and their genius. In summary, if you go to Machu Pichu you are going to be amazed from the moment you get off the bus, you will love the people you meet and will not believe the new experiences you will go through.

(essay final para análisis y redacción de ensayos. Por vivi y yo)

viernes, 24 de julio de 2009

I fucked my american cunt

Cada vez que escucho esta canción me hace pensar que de una forma u otra todas hemos pasado por el "step-cousin", claramente no es necesario que sea un primo, sino que me refiero a la figura del mino que se cree el cuento de que es guapo y con onda, que no te pesca y te hace caer rendida a sus pies.



last week i flew to san diego to see my antie
on day 1 i met her hot step daughter
shes a cheerleader, she is a virgin and she is really tan
as she stepped out of her massive car
i could only notice she was more than fuckable
i think she was coming back from the game or something
cause she was holding those silly pompoms
on day 2 i fucked her and it was wild
she is such a slut

i fucked my american cunt
i loved my english romance
i fucked my american cunt
i loved my english romance
it was dirty a dream came true
just like i like it shes got nice tits
it was perfect a dream came true
just like a song by blink182

ok listen girls
i met the hottest guy ever
basically as I was stepping out of my s.u.v.
i came face to face with my step cousin or whatever
who cares
anyway he was wearing skinny jeans had funky hair
and the cutest british accent ever
straight away I could tell he was a rocker
with his sexy attitude and the way he looked at me
mmm he is totally awesome
oh my god I think im in love

i fucked my american cunt
i loved my english romance
i fucked my american cunt
i loved my english romance
it was dirty a dream came true
just like i like it shes got nice tits
it was perfect a dream came true
just like a song by blink182

i fucked my american cunt
i loved my english romance
i fucked my american cunt
i loved my english romance
it was so nice to meet you
pleasure is mine I do like you
come to cancun for springbreak
i'll think about it it could be great

And don't forget to send me a friend request
As if!

sábado, 6 de junio de 2009

New Design


Have you notice my new blog design?. I would be lying if I tell you I wanted to change the whole concept. In fact, yesterday I was creating another blog with my g mail account, changing the background and stuffs, when I realized I was changing this blog! Silly me!!!!.

I've lost everything!!! all my wonderful gadgets, my 50's style background -although this is very likely- and links from another web sites.

I suppose this is a new fresh start, it must be... I guess.



If you are one of my lovely classmates... I don't want to read any correction of my grammar!! otherwise, you'll suffer a horrible death the next monday :D

domingo, 4 de noviembre de 2007

La mila es loser

El otro día buscaba mis hojas bloggeras, esa en las que escribo entradas para después subirlas a esta cosa, y no estaban. La última opción; preguntarle a la única que tiene autorización para meterse en mi desorden: mi mamá.

Mila: ¿Mamá haz visto mi cuaderno morado?
Mamá: Buscalo en el mueble
Mila: Ya lo busqué y no está
Mamá: ¡Eres igual que tu papá, todo hay que pasarselo en las manos!
Mila: Pero si busqué y no hay nada, espero que no esté en la basura (ofuscada).
Mamá: A ver, (buscando) ¡Ay! sí parece que lo boté el otro día, es que estaba tan destartalado, tenía todas las hojas afuera, rayado con el nombre de un cabro, me dió la lesera y lo boté.
Mila:Ejem ejem... ¡Pero coooooooooooooooomo cuántas veces te he dicho que no te metas en mis cosas, tenía escritos i
mportantes!
Mamá: Para que dejas todo desordenado entonces, hay pero hija yo le compro otro igual, no se preocupe.

Fin de la conversación. Es que no puedo ser más loser, mi propia madre chantajea mi carrera de escritora. En ese cuaderno tenía el artículo que me iba a catapultar al putlizer, (o por lo menos conseguir un post) y se perdió todo por su manía con la limpieza.

Comienzo a creer que esto del "luserismo" va en los genes, es que nunca he tenido suerte, siempre cuando estoy a un paso de conseguir lo que quiero, ¡Pum crash pow!, se desarma todo. Podríamos decir que es una condición ligada al par sexual, la doble combinación equis me ha marcado de por vida.
Son tantos los episodios de mi loser vida, que hasta vergüenza me da.

Hace poco sucedió uno doble que casi provoca un zigma estación unión latinoamericana.
Estaba con mis amigos y la muchachada en un antro bien conocido... ¡Ajá, sí ese mismo!, cuando veo a mi principe blue con una naca iguala. Ya se imaginarán que reacciones químicas sucedieron en mí y el tipo de apelativos para aquella mujer se cruzaron por mi cabeza. Con la compañía de un buen amigo nos volcamos a la barra, (deben pensar esta mina se curó y quedó botada en el piso) pero como soy luser el resultado fue una acidez espantosa que duró 2 días, ya ven ni cuando quiero emborracharme puedo.

Después del momento negro de la noche, termina la fiesta y "calabaza, calabaza cada uno para su casa", a la hora de salir, me encuentro con mi amor platónico musical, Pancho Duran Oh my god how i love you , en un atino máximo de sociabilidad y sacando lo groupie que llevo dentro, me acerco y le pido si es que puede sacarse una foto conmigo, accese. Muy feliz me voy de aquel lugar. Al momento de pedir "la foto" a mi fotografo oficial, el cual presenció mi momento de gloria, abro el archivo en mi pc muy expectante, y me doy cuenta que el muy... atinado, no supo enfocar y ni siquera alcanza a salir un octavo de mi anatomía. La mina con peor suerte, luser tenía que ser, ni siendo groupie puedo ser winner.

Corto aquí mismo la transmisión del mensaje, sino seguramente el internet va a fallar y me quedaré sin entrada, de mí no me extrañaría, como diría Beck "soy un perdedor, i'm loser baby so, why don't you kill me?".


Loser* Beck




 

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