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Thursday, October 20th, 2005
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6:10 pm
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I just feel like runing away from everything
current mood:  cold
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| Sunday, June 27th, 2004
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3:20 pm - Almost apocaliptic
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It was the end of the world at least for now. He stood to his mind alone in all the world, the neucloic bomb had wiped humanity of the face of the eath. To his mind he thought the best thing to do was to Church and wait for Jesus to resurect. He waited and waited 3 months he did untill something unexpected happened...
current mood:  grumpy
current music: Ave Maria --- Pavaroti---
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| Monday, June 21st, 2004
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10:10 am
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Today the sun is shinning huh? nicee day and good moring to you all
current music: Somewhere over the rainbow ---Israel Kamamawiwo'ole---
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| Saturday, June 5th, 2004
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1:14 am - A day like today not far away from now someone just like us thought like this.
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I had this teacher that used to say I could not express my self in any language even If I wanted to do so. So here’s to her and Matt who stared at me when I talked and just go : hu? I can finally write something long in English! And despite grammar mistakes I CAN DO IT!!!
It was a May morning and the foliage on Mr. Sandcore garden's were about to exfoliate the entire grass at the first sign of a south wind. Winter was just ahead in this pole of the world.
Mr. Sandcore would seat on his chair and stare through the window the emaciated trees, that would meant nothing had he not been on a melancholic day.
After selling his restaurant he had at least his so desired peace. But it turned out for him that the second day of his retirement, peace turned into a void of incentive to life.
"Amicce" had been his life. His youth, side to his fathers covered with sweat forehead, the smell of pasta in Buenos Aires. The invaluable memory of his mother's voice calling orders from the counter and that particular way of her’s to bend through the tiny window connecting it to the kitchen were his father cooked. Mr. Sandcore had been born and raised in that place. Even that slight window meant so much. The times his father would raise him in his tired arms after 12 hours of working, the sound he would make with his nose and the complaining "Aye" he did at the hurting of his back. His father's grease finger, a laborious finger that pointed from the kitchen to his mother and the voice murmuring to his naive ear:
" Ese es el tipo de mujer pibe con el que te tenés que casar, el tipo de mina que sea tan hermosa como tu vieja, aquella que le quite la voluntad a tus putos ojos. El tipo de mina que te haga tan feliz como tu vieja me tiene a mi."
" That is the type of woman you have to marry. The type of woman that is as beautiful as your mother, one that will steal the will of your eyes and the type of woman that will make you as happy as your mother makes me".
In deed Mr. Sandcore married that type of woman. But today his wife or kids were distant. All he recalled was dinning in the bar scarcely reaching with his fingers his father's " milanesas a la napolitana" a dish with 100% local aroma. Aroma of a melancholic city from it's sediments it self, a middle European immigrant working class, the taste of sophisticates Italian spiced up with the unusual flavor of his parents work.
Today Mr. Sandcores's children were all gone to live better lives far from him. Lives that, had he not loved his with all the painteresque moments he had, some were grotesque but all with a tint of loveliness as his mother show him the world, he would of envied.
Now he had nothing but the gloomy memory in a May day of what it used to be. The trees had no leaves. Today he thought of now as the autumn of his life. A tender sunlight and scrubs of what used to an American Rome.
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| Tuesday, June 1st, 2004
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7:31 pm
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I have to pass here my story about a woman with demetial issues about objects and right now Fox is taking out this new show( can't remember name) but they totally stole it from me!!!
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7:31 pm
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I have to pass here my story about a woman with demetial issues about objects and right now Fox is taking out this new show( can't remember name) but they totally stole it from me!!!
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| Monday, May 31st, 2004
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9:20 pm - Hier, un jour d'hiver.
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Un monsieur a passé hier pour ma cotê dans le rue. Il m'a dit pres de mon oreille :"Tu est une papillon, une jolie papillon. Dis-moi ton prenom, s'il vous plaît, je t'en pries". Tant pies je longes tre vite, il etait beau.
current mood:  crushed
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9:11 pm
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ALL STUDY AND NO FUN MAKES LUCY A SMART GIRL.
ALL CHALLANGE AND NO RESULT MAKE LUCY A STURDY GIRL.
current mood:  determined
current music: ME WANT A SCHOLARSHIP ---Me mumbling words---
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| Tuesday, May 25th, 2004
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10:06 pm - En que piensa miss Yang Kwan
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Estaba consternada miraba pero no encontraba en ninguna pared aburrida en cualquier otra circumbstancia, una excusa para estudiar. Si tan solo... pero de nuevo no. Que extraño escribo en español. Y es que ya por la noche de un martes patrio espero que mañana caiga un rayo en el mundo q evite que llegue al colegio.
Mientras pensaba esto en la otra punta del mundo miss Yang Kwan, se preparaba para su leccion de inglés en el escritorio del extenso departamento en Tokio. Ya habian pasado dos horas desde que esperaba a Miss Kelsan Smith, profesora particular de la jover rebelde que poco interes tenia en el inglés. Que suerte iensa dos horas que he tenido ar observar la ciudad, su cielo gris de un martes que parece no terminar. Un señor baja del auto y mira hacia arriba, busca algo y se encuentra con la mirada de miss Yang Kwan que observa atenta su movimiento desde la ventana de un onceavo piso. Quita la vista rapida y su contemplación que se ve interrumida por retardada profesora que le dice: Good after noon drling I'm most sorry, I had this little problem on my way here." Pero esto le preocua poco a la pequeña japonesa que piensa en Evangelion y en como Ching Men, se compro la camiseta que ella había visto antes.
current mood:  rushed
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2:00 pm - Music Selection.
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some like rock and some don't some like punk, some pop. But it seems now a days eople can't hear music they hear ersonality gendre of music, I just pity people like that. They miss so many things they stick to what's safe, wich is not the same as knowing what u like.
current mood:  bitchy
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1:56 pm - how come people are so annoying?
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personal thought: why people have to go against everything , like blck then white. People don't know how to pick their fights and its just making me crazy to come across so many stupid thoughts!!!!! God gave the people rasoning but with what use? anyone hardly uses it!!!!! plz make us all a favor and start thinking!!! things hapen for a reason more than randomness... gee.. and ther it goes again that boilng feeling to slaughter someone. u r next
current mood:  irritated
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| Sunday, May 16th, 2004
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11:17 pm - IT
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em... I look for it but It just did not came. I spent hours dueling while walking through the streets wishing It would magically hit me. In my dreams I saw IT but at morings IT all seemed a blury idea, so far away reality that it was almost incomprehensible for my mind to undedrstand how I came to consive such idea, such an image , a picture so demential it even looked an odd man out in my head.
A couple of hours later I knew it was rigght to let IT go. Secretly under the beret I was hoping the cliché would come true and IT would come to me naturally.
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| Saturday, May 15th, 2004
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10:18 pm - Everything happens to me
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I have more than you can see in me I can... well nothing right now cause everything happens to me. I'd like to banish, just for a while, make all the embaresement go away for a coule of minutes, avoid me form thinking or doing that thing I do again. How do I manage to keep my mouth shut for SUCH things and for other simply talk openly. I'm just impulsive I jump into the train straight away without giving it second thoughts I just wish filosophy had to discover the action of having compulsory, second thoughts, life would jut be easier, or maybe people would be more smart when dealing with evil...it seem to be that everything happens to me
current mood:  mischievous
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| Friday, May 14th, 2004
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10:06 pm
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Love The Officec hate the idea of that paryie...wierd? says who?
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| Thursday, May 13th, 2004
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9:02 pm
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Is it normal to find Dennis Quaid hot at my age?
nah... thats why i'm SO special ;)
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| Monday, May 10th, 2004
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8:01 pm
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| Sunday, May 9th, 2004
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10:55 pm - So much for all the hope that was left
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Jenny Robinson had her eyes fixed on one objective, change the world. She was convinced her actions matered, she redesigned her life habittudes. Taking extra short bath and soping up without water to save, walking 30 blocks and taking buses on a soaking wet day to avoid poluting. But after a while of no acknowledgement she decided maybe it wasn't that worth it, she knew she should but it was exhausting to do all those stuff. But after giving it a second thought maybe her new attitude would turn into new habits but... turns out they didn't slowly without noticing she got back into her adicctions, sex alcohol, ciggaretts and poluting. So much for my hope that I was starting to copy her. Now I know I will end up like that if no one backs up. Poor old Jenny Robinson did not meet me in time.
I occacionaly stare at her when I hang out on Friday's night at the bar she has stablished herself into. I feel sorry for her. Oftenley her top tends to come off showing some skin, her jeans are super low cut and her hips swin side by sided with other drunk women looking neede as Beyonce's Baby boy plays on the back. Men just stare and gosip between them. But even if her hair covers some of her face and her eyes are closed I bet she knows their expressions by hart. Most of all I feel rejected by her face simulating an orgasm, her eyes colsed as she bites her lower li with enthusiasm. And when the track changes she goes to the bar where the men gather around and since they take turn to buy her drink she get drunk for free in return of keeping the hormones flowing. I just sit there and have a drink with the guys.
So next time I'll be the one dancing.
current mood:  listless
current music: Baby Boy ---Beyonce ---
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| Thursday, May 6th, 2004
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11:35 pm - www.hurtis.deviantart.com
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| Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
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8:42 pm - Nameing
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The child comes from the father and just as any simple artist, he makes sure his own traits and signature are distinguishable in their piece.
Sadly, some can't realize some pieces are better kept anonymous
current mood: determined
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| Monday, May 3rd, 2004
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11:09 pm - I hate'em
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silly
irate