Navidad...navidad...puta navidad...

¡Qué bonito y brillante está todo! ¡Qué época tan hermosa! Para estar con la familia, con los amigos y con los seres queridos... para ser queridos por todos y amar a los prójimos y demás chorradas... y para hacer la vista gorda al puto mundo en el que vivimos y olvidarnos de que mucha gente muere todos los días: algunos en una lejana guerra, otros de viejos en el hospital más cercano y otros de hambre, más cerca aún, en la esquina...

Es la fecha más hipócrita del año, a mi parecer, y todos lo apoyamos... pero eso a mi ahora mismo me resbala(creo que antes y después también). Sólo escribo por que me apetecía poner algo nuevo... y por que no tengo sueño...

Once upon a time...

I could control myself!(Actually I don't think it ever happened but I like that song). Why am I writing again? Dunno, just feel like... Have I ever told you about Yann Tiersen? This guy's music is awesome! I just can't stop listening to it... It makes me go up into my blue cloud... it makes me feel in something which I choose to call hapiness and which I love! Walking with his music is a unique experience which I recommend to all of you; it makes the place magic... or maybe the place where I walked with him was already magic, doesn't matter anyway just listen to him...

By the way... I'm speaking just of his song Rue Des Cascades / La Parade... this version is wonderful!

Happiness won't came to you... you've got to go out and search for it!

I wish I could wish!

Being pragmatic and rational is sometimes very hard... it happens when you want to wish something, just to make a moment easier or to make it less hard... but I just cannot stop reminding myself..."did you ever see a wish coming true?No, you did'nt; so yours won't and wishing or dreaming is a waste of your time..."

"En mi nube azul dónde todo es como yo lo he inventado."

Teenage deja-vú!

It's not really like that but something similar... It's a feeling-deja-vú, because I've felt the same that I felt when I was sixteen(or maybe fifteen) and I got locked in that house with that girl who wanted to snog with me... and I didn't, I just couldn't because I didn't feel in the mood; twenty minutes ago I've been in a similar, very similar in the important facts, situation; there was a girl who wanted to get my in bed(I think, don't know how far she wanted to go tonight) ... and before tonight I'd swore that I'd get her as soon as possible in bed but that's because I thought I'd changed; I'd thougth I'd became a man, a real man(which means a crappy bastard...) and I've just found out I've not.

Whatever what happened some time ago, it was not because I'd changed or I'd become a macho-man... it was just because she was not a hot chic I met one night... she was/is special!(I'm officially over her, anyway). And right now I know that I won't regret coming back alone to write this crap, called post by someone(maybe me). I won't regret because I know I've done the right thing... and I think that's the reason I've never got a hot chic in a disco(another big, very big, reason is that I'm not as irresistible as Craig-Bond is...).

Apart from that knowing-my-inside-better thing; I will regret not being having sex right now(I'm human, though). The problem is that for such-a-common-and-pleasuring-thing you need someone and her must be special...(for anything else: evolution gave my two good hands...). There was a very hot chic there, but she's not been very interested in me... or that's what I think...(and that's what will remain as true for me).

Vivir con un cabrón y otras cosas...(sobre enamoramientos pasajeros, de nuevo).

Pues sí, vivo con un cabrón(y buen amigo también); pero lo cortés no quita lo valiente... la segunda parte del título es la que ha provocado la primera(sin conmutatividad). Y es que he estado en el cine, tras estar todo el día aquí sentado pasando el rato con unos bloques de caras planoparalelas e infinitas cuya carga está distribuida de forma uniforme. He visto Casino Royale 007, ¡buenísima! A tomar por culo lo que diga la crítica, mi opinión es esa; y es la que vale aquí :). (nunca dije que hubiera democracia). Todos aquellos que se aburran tanto como para haber leído los anteriores escritos sabrán que significa para mí que una película es buena: me entretiene, me evade, me hace sentir cosas y me hace sonreír; además me he vuelto a enamorar de un personaje... :). Es el enamoramiento pasajero, pero intenso, del que ya he hablado; En este caso ha sido de Eva Green.
Why? Don't know, it just happens(as always); something starts working inside me, some weird mechanism which make me smile and be happy for short period of time... and which makes me go to bed and have nice dreams! Anyway, tomorrow I'll be gone and I'll be back to my usual life where there's no love... where there's no one to love... where there's nothing to get out of bed every morning(except the chance of getting some sex, which by the way is strong enough to kick my ass out of the bed).

What about the asshole? Right now nothing, he's not an asshole; he was just trying to make me miserable for fun, but love is strongest than his calls to reality!(fuck you bud!). :).

As life is wonderful!(it is!) I'll be wasting it doing Physics(instead of having sex) tomorrow... just cos' I've got an exam on monday... I hate this system! Anyway, I'll fed my temporal-love thing with another episode of Grey's Anatomy and of House(I love you Meredith and Cameron too!) :P.

See myself tomorrow!