Cuestion de Identidad....

Mi amigo CHP.. esta totalmente convencido de que la familia de un amigo suyo es de Tepic Nayarit..... por que?.. pues con el argumento de que.......


"SON TEPICAS"......


No Nayaritas o Coras..... " TEPICAS".....


JAJAJAJAJAJA........

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I'm alive cause i breath, but i just breath in automatic because i'm to coward to stop doing it.. and that makes feel pathetic..... all my streght is gone and i'm to able to make my own decisions..

I'm paying for someone else mistakes and the best i can do, it's keep my self quiet and serene until everything is done, it haven't been enough for u to brake my heart because now u're kicking the pieces away from me, making impossible for me to heal it nor reconstruct it..

Sorrow has became a life style for me, and if someone in life has the right to win an Oscar that's me, I have become another fake human pretending to be what others want me to be. All this madness i have inside me it's jus the bomb that it might explote in any time, it just need one more reason one more...

Scuba Duba Doooo......

Tres cosas...

• Esta semana fue mi primera practica de mi curso de buceo.... primera practica con tanque.... me siento muy feliz por que me aterra el mar.. y sumergirme y esas cosas.... me siento orgullosa de mi misma :)....

• Sigo sin entender por que todo el mundo cree que yo siempre debo entender, comprender, compadecerme y sacrificarme por los demas, argumentando que soy lo suficiente madura para entenderlo y los otros no...... aveces quisiera que alguien pensara en mi ... y ya me esta hartando eso....

• Yo no me trago el cuento del secuestro... creo que es solo otro distractor planeado por el gobierno...

Shit!!!

Well what else can i say...... nothing .. of course..... i hate being involve in this whole shit again... and I do have a choice, but looks like I'm too coward and at the end i always give up and I let my feelings to pick the wrong way to go....

And to night here I am, waiting, expecting, wishing , dreaming, and asking my self over and over again if is worth it.....

I have set my own limitations on this and sometimes i regret it, cause i have a whole bunch of needs, all kind, but what kind of woman would i be if i let u make all the desicions ??.... One side of me keeps telling me not to give up, to fight all to the end until no choices, reasons or hopes are left..... and the other that I should value my self more and just turn and look for happiness somewhere else...

There is a constantly fight between my broken heart that doesnt want to give up and and my common sense, between the madness and the amazing love i feel, between the lack of answers and the tons of questions.... between me and his other world......

Translatame por favor!!!

Platicabamos sobre T.S Elliot en una clase......

Maestro: Saben quien es T.S Elliot??? Bueno.. para lo que no sepan es un escritor.... mmmm han visto la pelicula de el spiderman 2... Pues ahi.. lo mencioan... le dicen al chico que si quiere enamorar a una chica le tiene que resitar un Poema de T.S Elliot......

Entre los muchos alumnos que somos, el salon pequeno y el mucho escandalo... se alcanza a escuchar una voz de la parte posterior que pregunta....

Voz Femenina: En que pelicula maestro?

Maestro: Spiderman 2, donde pelea con Octagon...........

Todos nos quedamos con cara de WTF.... Octagon??? Spiderman peleando con Octagon??

Pues sras.... y sres.... resulta que para el maestro Octagon.... es el Dr. Octopus...

Cuando le hicimos ver su error...solo se limito a decir....

Maestro: Si por eso Octagon... Octopus.... solo lo traduje....

JAJAJA.... EL RESTO DE LA CLASE YA NO NOS IMPORTO.... JAJAJA

Love u teacher...... eres fenomenal.......