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Sometimes we can spend years without living at all, and suddenly

our whole life is concentrated in a single instant. Oscar Wilde

is the first time in many years that I remember a year out almost exclusively smiles. It is also the first time (and three to 31 December), to reread some posts written here is so significant. Just a year ago pleaded that 2009 was the year of change, of not being in the same place. And I'm not, even though you are writing this in the same room that I occupied for ten years. From this year I managed to get rid of a burden that I had in the most incredible depression. There was an ordinary day where I feel completely happy. The problem stems now I see as the protagonist of "The package" with all that time asleep and woke all my alrederdor are changed and very different lives. Perhaps in this lies I do not feel in the same line that my friends from college or high school. See their relationship lords and routines of adult-contemporary oficinistos me trauma. Guys, have the following decade for such protocols and boredom. I'm not going to waste a day, flogging nonsense insights unnecessary.

year when I feel I'm back to being me. The year of liberty.

Not everything is bright and positive. I still feel an unhealthy anger toward me for the wasted years stupidly stupid actions, stupid decisions, stupid reasons, "I hope it is diluted in 2010.

This year I faced a professional challenge that I looked stunning. It was my Goliath. Today I can say: "Test passed!" and I say with the big mouth full of confidence and pride.

I get along better with my parents and I talked to them more than other times. I went into the realization that one day no longer be, and when that time comes I do not feel that was not enough with them. They are the loves of my life, though we have diametrically opposed ideas.

I left my comfort zone all the ways you can interpret it. The following is shake the fear that prevails before the horizon of the unknown.

MOMENTS OF 2009

-in strict random-

take note. Receipt mail. Calls. "Do not fuck with, I can not do this. One night in March I talk with a friend and decided to return in my steps, no risk. Hours later, someone speaks to me in the messenger and not many words that I can not convince me. It can. Failed.


A Aurrera. I'm so nervous I can not open a refrigerator ... I look for the handle between the hinges. He does it for me and laughs at my stupidity. Sounds cumbia music and dance in the line of the box, now I make fun of his clumsiness. The cashier sees us with disapproval and envy, we held hands and kissed. We buy bottled water, gum. We talked about a trip. Well, two. Then comes the perfect kiss. There is no past, perhaps no future. No grudges, no double messages, no doubts. There certainties. But though brief, are the best I've experienced.

I leave my house. I see the phone, I know that although I warned him not call me to go to tonight's festive event. It was far from being near inseparable. I call the birthday girl and asked how to get "Apúuuurateeeee" he says in his sweet voice. I took a taxi and humming a song, I think it will be a big party and I have really wanted to dance.

He looks as if nothing at my place of work and seeing his face nervously with the forced smile I know that something has earned mothers. He tells me bluntly after fools, when nervous jokes as an infant. After weeks of terror becomes a reality.

the sea. A stifling heat for February. I think of you while watching the ocean and feel the paltry force of a wave hit my right foot decreased. That was the moment when you say goodbye to me forever as a power after traveling vast distances loses its majesty ... but reaches its destination, is celebrating its ordeal. Goodbye, Basave.

The Bus has become a transportation and not hate. I get off and walk home to get Ana and I talk to her to her abreast of developments in the week we hope to her sister, also play with your kitty and a half months. I tell her and she agrees, you should be happy but I'm not so much. Something is not right. Is that ... If you're in an amusement park egg must be beaming with happiness, no?. And I can not even laugh at his jokes. Ironies of life, both went through similar experiences in those days, but unlike me she uses words safer, stronger, more convinced. We left home and took back the Bus. I get a "funny" sms that nothing makes me laugh.

I drink. Estñupido tequilaaa (no, the stupid was I). If there is a drink that gets me drunk very easily is the tequila. I'm at a party, I leave my drunken friends waving my hand and only reached to turn the room to see if they forgot something. I will quote a line of "Love in the Time of Cholera." Gabriel García Márquez, yes, I will refer to the most hated writer and winner of Latin America, JUST to him: "In a moment he revealed the full extent of their delusion, and wondered how he could elevate so long and chimera so similar service in the heart. Florentino tried to say something but Fermina with a gesture stopped him and deleted his life forever. " Found drunk in lucidity.

arrived home and I realize that is one of my favorite places. After talking for hours about everything and nothing fell asleep and only managed to hear the blender neighbor who prepares his morning breakfast college offspring.

At starbucks I hate him and love him. Like hell the damn frappuccino that chain. I sit outside to smoke a cigarette. I have fear. Phobia is a jerk, but finally phobia. I call one of the most trusted people whom I have him much eye-eye, and told him about everything I aquejumbra at that time. So it is wise. By hanging breath and I am relieved to find a procedure that detestable.

I look forward to (and anxiety and fear, but the boniiiiito-and emotion and positive) for 2010, with regard to my personal life. I hope with fear (and disgust and concern and reluctance and fear-of-feiiiíto and courage) to 2010, when it comes to political and economic life of Mexico.

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I have never denied the extent of my ignorance pretentious idiot buenaonda -. I'm gullible, people I am very, very people. When brat I really wanted to hit Mexico's flag in the window of my living room during September, lighting a velvet heart sweater primary on February 14, make it jewelry box with paste and glue my mother for 10 May. To date some dates - recidivism necessarily still "move me."

In my innocence and romanticism exacerbated, I marvel at the idea of \u200b\u200bbelieving that there are millions doing it (and almost similar reasons) the same day-which disgusts the cynics. Maintaining a tradition. It seems that's when really expressed a democracy (because it is very difficult electorally) show that there are millions passing-celebrating-criticizing something. For that reason I also to some marches and protests. I believe that the demonstration of discontent is of paramount importance in a wrong that is known beforehand that the reverse. I'm idealistic.

When twitter emerged the "movement" # internetnecesario , not flunked. I think anyone can complain about anything if it affects it. I did not like at all to set aside a stronger expression in other subsections of the tax reform, YES which were to the detriment of the whole nation. In turn, I got angry every time I read that someone bullshit and exaggerated levels tore their clothes. I do not think that the use of insults and profanity no arguments can be shown that is right (and I say I am very foul-mouthed). After people complained on twitter of # red. The first of December was an effort (other) in the fight against AIDS. What I had no clear was why was all the more vital of all the shares put on a condom. No health organization, government, civil, at least a campaign to examine Midianite free. Full stop than AIDS, serious health problem in Mexico, not far from the horror that it is in Africa. Education campaigns we've had since elementary school, have only served to dread disease, and therefore, a kind of disgust or leprosy in biblical times. So nobody believes that it is or that can acquire, and how awful to go to get tested "Why, if I've only been with my boyfriend 3 years and we together? "I would say" Queen, and you know that if you put the horn or if any ex-girlfriend put it on him? ". I see that all the brave so tweet dedication, they can get elisa (I think they know what a elisa ).

"Nor do I imagine doing 365 days all: celebrate my mom and dad, and my nieces and my friends and think about cancer, and AIDS, and the dead, and Jesusito on the site, and in the environment, y. .. you really can endure daily reflections on various topics? .-

Y then it was I who walking using a hashtag . How utterly depressing is the Telethon, but I say for reasons contrary to their intention (or perhaps are correct, on second thought). Generates more morbid to read the notes TV. Human misery is to sell as a contest "to see which child is more fucked - drooling -crippled-bright." Then I start to annoy the Telethon twitter: That's one way of demonstration idiot and reactionary, unproductive, irrelevant , releasing anger in case ... Then I realize that for some who join a cause (such as hitting a ribbon on your avatar Reference pink breast cancer) do to release your consciousness. "I if I do something, I am interested in A, sísoyunserhumano ." Yes Yes but no. That's just to look like an idiot not insensitive, or to feel part of something and the easiest way to free and ligerita to do this is through "The Web 2.0: the place where you will define itself ". Aha.

If something worries you, why just put it in bits?

Although not trust people who do not support-military- still complaining something. Whatever (not fanatics ends eh). It makes me wonder. Do you have blood in their veins? Do you believe panaceas of reason or is so self-centered not have the luxury of joining with others or on issues that concern them ?. I'm fertile ground for fraudsters (sometimes).

Cynics handle the gullible. And I'm

posting what many already know and have very chewed up, but we the masses, no.
Then came the issue of # esclavosliverpool . Before researching I assumed if you read on twitter was true, then proceed to erretearlo and the whole thing. The passing of the hours people are more and more indignant, the rumor was spreading. "Someone" called for a protest outside Liverpool Delta Park. Rescuerdo have read many tweets of people who were preparing to go, writing cards, flyers planning. to Ricky Matin was appalled. Then I decided to go and see with my own eyes what was happening chihuahuas, have first hand info, I do not find out by a biased report or information mannose-think that last one was a tautology.

Surprise: I arrived twenty minutes after the event and saw nothing. NOTHING, I walked around Square, I entered the store, looked over the heads of passers "How looks a twitterers outraged?". I was about to retire when I noticed someone filming the facade of the store and make out the word "slaves." Then we found three others. No one else. The police were running, Quesque because the sidewalk is also liverpool because delegation agreed with the fix and put pretty arbustitos so if you want we can run. WERE IN THE STREETS, please. We withdrew because words become a cop is finally obeying the stupidity that prompts diaper pattern is not very different from what we've all done some time in a job, "poor dude what fault is" I told those who were with me. Leaving the neighborhood (word reportorial that makes me feel elegant use) of the shopping complex an hour and twenty minutes after the initial tape. FIVE people. I grabbed my iphone to check the hashtag , came tweets every 3 minutes ... Where were all angry and outraged citizens? ...

way home I talked to N . He said many truths. I understood my haste and how easy it is to become the puppet of a foreign interest, how naive we are many to read and believe that why a note is a news site or wikipedia is true. We're not so far from the socks to donate to the telethon. The "someone" who invited the protest came about two hours later than agreed and tweeted (with photos and all) what you told the police, especially its real-time reports were to wield as a victim of the system and exemplary citizen who is disgusted by the indifference of mall shoppers. It bothered me that everything seems to be oriented reflectors.

I still do not know if it is true that people in a shelter in Iztapalapa manufactured bags or packages for Liverpool ( here's an article that happened to me via twitter ). Every day I trust less in the media of communication (since none saw fit to further investigate whether the libel to Liverpool or terminate impenetrable wall built to defend their shenanigans). What rescue experience is sadly what happens internet internet stays . We are warriors ... on a desk.

And what a beautiful thing and fun is the campaign of Mero Mole Your Love to social networks. Please go see the campaign blog: http://semosmole.blogspot.com , support the candidate of all. If they believe we are taking the seriously and that all this is to win in cell Mole, what mistake (well, if it wins that tweeted more, I say). It is a great travesty, a mockery of political campaigns, advertising , and even Twitter # movements-a little is also what gives us a lot of courage than any Babot very establishing chingón of a network unless you know and write and / or resort to cheating to win, then I speak to these two .-

funny thing is that many people are bothered by the joke "should take everything more seriously," Aha. when we do no one peels and only bile spilled in # tuitsinnecesarios . If we solemnly bad, if we behave socks, too.

Anyway, the thing is I'm to the crest of the protest to dude. Greetings to all those that do more than complain, and do not need the recognition of the public who look with admiration.

Follando En Restarant

Eclipse of sun.

I have a black shadow on me will not let me see anything. I
landed.
My sun is small and white, it solidifies.

Going forward and backward, falling apart. Expanding
and contrayéndome at a time. Gripped.

My heart is a trough full of water that overflows.

I fall and get up.

feel fear. Horror of the world. I look and do not recognize myself. I am a chrysalis . That will not me. I have a crust of bone that will not let me even see the light, nor the future. Anything could happen. It could be anything, and nothing would surprise me. I shot the world, and I can not stop. My landing is not up to me. I am a lead bullet with a parabolic target and unpredictable . A girl-bullet.

Here I go. Sun



PD (From here, "the depression of the month" transmitted across the national network, the toilet, the chain reaction, chain supermarkets, my gold chain inside underwear and I can not put no mourn the horror)