One day I do not know what month this year, and not how, I found a video on the net that made me mad. Investigating post excitement of having seen, was cache Julia Pott (a young girl she studied Illustration and Animation at Kingston University London on wanshuslerun). The truth is that half the things I've always been called inconsistent care immensely. And this video is too chori and shows, somehow, the world of colors that artists can develop in your head before you outsource that ideas derived from processing of ideas. First, the video players have that kind of animal that humanizes the actions and that is a true reflection of how far the imagination. Second, the colors are attractive (between media dupes and pastries) and make a perfect blend with the background song called "White Corolla" of Painfully Alone Casiotone for the it's like to supplement what some believe has This Video:''subliminal messages "?". Y thirdly, when I saw it I laughed a lot, A LOT. But not because I find ridiculous. The truth is that I was happy that day with friendly monkeys and that feeling that I had to find a meaning beyond (hence, I saw him several times.) And yes, I think I found something. But this thing is for me. There is less stress than I have since I do not know when in the "Favorites" from my browser marked with the name: THE BEST VIDEO IN THE WORLD. I think you could see the video and find a meaning also po, eh?:
Hi, I have Twitter. And this happened a while ago (please focus your eyes on the intense passion marked in red):
The thing is that @ canal_risas makes a joke with me my dear fellow tweets twitter blog krolito PUCV and history. I enter @ canal_risas and I find that the issue is a''microenvironment''with articles from feeds''selection''as a semi-automatic.
already, so now, I mean I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. What is that the microenvironment and the feed and update and ldskmflksd? Huh?, I need explanations. Me I feel super cyber ignorant.
blog and I think it is appropriate to expose a collage made by me when I was much more free time (college age). In my common sense, combine with bright color representative of the new template:
* Note: the overhead of color never hurt anyone then.
Life vacates little by little and the reason for my absence in the freedom of communication sites is offset contributions to other areas diseñisticas I seem hugely momentous for the future Shile journalism and also help me release and volatile copy distributed among so confident on my part. That's why these areas are worthy of mention in the blogger site manager of my love for blogging (YIE):
PS: listen to The Fifth Element with the goats multifaceted PUCV and appreciate how beautiful it was the site of Live Your School (which, we hope to fill po bacanes entries) (CEP, 2010, must be pure to say YES) yeahhh. PD 2: Suddenly Twitter made sense to me ( @ rominayeah )
People are afraid. afraid of independence. Fend for itself. to separate from the mass and the only abnormal walking among the crowd with fixed and predestined path to success or failure. It is because people fear loneliness. But if the reasons are vague, baseless, unsubstantiated ... it's called a cowardly (synonymous with futility in the world of trying not to be controlled).
Facebook is unusual reach the end-use emotional resources to keep me and do not delete my account. Able to confirm that even more my decision to close it. (It is worth just click on the image and read what it says just above each picture)
And feel that you do not. Need a wall and paint cans I asked nothing. Fear of not knowing how to paint well, fear. But I want the colors . Hands of blue , hands any color, green hands . Carpet of grass and bare feet. white thinking and the shapes of the clouds clear. Clouds giving signs of what must be done.
The most exciting of my home is the bathroom. Not because of their traditional utility. The cause is different: it has a radio that is activated automatically when you turn on the light. Gradually begin to give off musical sounds through tiny speakers to liven up their stay in it. not remember when I was so careful brushing my teeth. Suddenly a voice came casually FM from the radio-bath, leaving their hearing by sound waves a phrase that stalled deep in my being:
''Forgive me for having written such a long letter, but is that I had no time to write a shorter one.''
Ohhh, dear beloved Blogger Blog, I was about to change you for the famous Wordpress, which was a shit that takes me to change colors and design. not tolerate such injustice. So how good girl I am, I will stay with you. do not know how I could go through my head the idea that you were peor que otros servicios de blog, si a ti te utilizo desde que tengo como 12 años. Mai gosh. Sabes más cosas de mi que mi mamá (mentira).
At 3:08 in the morning was nice talking nonsense. Breaking
Sí po. Ahora son las 3:09 de la madrugada, según mi shúper reloj bien configurado de Windows. No sé por qué miechica me acabo de meter a esta cuestión del blogger a escribir a esta miserable hora en la que me encuentro situada sin yo quererlo. A la fuerza. Debido a las responsabilidades universitarias. ¿Por qué cresta me metí a escribir una entrada en un día y momento como hoy, si no lo hago tarde-mal-y nunca?. Pues bien (a lo españolado), no I know. An outburst. I miss the 45% of my life, when she had time for leisure, and thought it gave me pleasure, because the kitchen refrigerator had a magnetic ACHS sponsored by saying''leave time for leisure.'' The truth is always brought me pleasure entertainment. Pleasure to do anything. Doing nothing gives me pleasure. Staring at the ceiling, close your eyes and open them. Geez I was flying. Not now po, now I have so much product when cold evil that not even I can not move from here. In other words, the average fortune that my chair has wheels''computeishon''because at least reached to move to look out the window a bit. I'm so cold I have with each inch of my muscles tensed, and I've rung for 5 hours with the same miserable pillizco (asdasdsad how you spell that?) toilet paper runny nose caused by a cold on that as my family is hereditary allergy. Nonsense, JUM. already ready. Free me and verbally vomited. I have no dream. Big problem because I wanted to take the light of day. And I saw that to me sleep. Hate irregularity. And that is what my college life is about two months ago. Crest Why I have no time to get the magazines of the year '70 that I have stored in the closet and make a collage that I fill the soul that is now full of love but I stuck with the responsibilities type''''I have to be professional?. Uhm. I do not know, I know. I have promised many times not to write personal hyperventilating in this way gives me the same and return to promise. THE PROMISE (as if cynicism is good sometimes. Sometimes. And myself. NOT the other, "Okei?). Geez, is the least after being as 7 hours writing by hand. Já. And I go fome. Lock silly. If I have wanted so much to paint a wall with paint pots but believe me CRAZY. And while my previous post title cost me even madder. I love to be. But I want to be more crazy. And that land to call''reality'' disturbs me and restrict me as lemon pie. Yes po, because the key lime pie is so, so, mmmm ... as it were, so harassing HOW TO STUDY WHAT I HAVE TO STUDY NOW, at 3:24 a.m. Yes, there is little. To look into those eyes more often and make stickers. To dream of returning to walk the wet streets of the south. U hear the innocent laughter of my little joy that is far away. Close your eyes and sleep. And wake up but light a candle and watch it melt the wax. Waw, tremendous pleasure. 3:26 a.m. write slow as a snail slime. But I have scarves, and leave no traces. OMFG, a tear in my throat. I think I remembered that class Philosophy I heard my self-famous phrase from the mouth of a teacher who said, at night our brains produce serotonin, that makes us more creative. Hello my name is Romina, and worked with serotonin at this time. OMFG x 2:''You could say that serotonin is the "pleasure hormone" in addition to being the "hormone of humor.''(By Wikipedia). Should I regret what I said?. I charge you the example of the description. Whatever it is, I have cold feet. I want candy. And I demand 345 helium balloons to myself.
The opposite of being 'estresao' is to be more relaxed than living life summer. Yes po, a time that holds times of splendor in the areas of rest for man and it is, why not say it, the paradise of leisure. However, in that very season so full of sunshine and beaches and strange things was that I emerged from the depths of my soul the uncontrollable desire to break up with everything. Yes, BREAKING ALL. At best companions of Fiona Apple in the video for his cover Across the Universe.
No, stress is not a sovereign summer because it would be foolish. But we're in a fall in May, and stuff for sun and sand and blue sea were making any time. What happens is that the crash it could be associated with uncontrolled activity to do when studying or working. In fact, nobody is safe from the hysteria. Or the cliché 'Galla, I'm so stressed. " If even stressed dogs walk around in public. As I was saying, dear reader, the thing is that thinking about the situation to break everything I invite you to imagine the following scene:
1 - Log screaming psychedelic well equipped house 2 - take anywhere hands and throw the ornaments from breaking the glass windows 3 - grab a broom and hit everything in its path 4 - with a scissors lying around, broken chairs, clothing, or any gender issue. 5 - go to the kitchen and leave the pure smeared with blood vessels. Onda, woww yeah freezby play with the dishes. 6 - hit with anything on television, radio or any electronic device at risk of exploding. 7 - thousands of shares filled with zeal to destroy.
the idea is to break up with everything (like a scene from Citizen Kane), is irrevocably ecstatic and full of crazy thoughts and irrational taken. But that's the nice thing, right?. An action without head or tail, filled with the sole desire to feel the pleasure of shredding the material things that desperate to see them there inanimate and dead quiet. is the fleeting thought of those moments that make you want to get out of the ordinary and do something stupid and scream and move your body and say 'do I care about the world and its rules. "
Well, but to see that the author of this post is not so crazy (although it seems), let me say that it has occurred to destroy his own home because it is something moral because he has found the solution to your problems. Sure, lady, gentleman. leave with you to the DESTRUCTOTERAPIA. Destructo "what? WTF? Po DESTRUCTOTERAPIA hear. The thing is that about two weekends ago saw the beginning of chance 'The culture entertainment' in TVN, where submitted something like 'The Animal tantrums. " It turns out that the presenter of the program, for an introduction to the documentary of rabid animals, spoke of the 'Destructoterapia' that would be something like: 'destroy many objects that cause us headaches every day. " Wowwwwwwwwww Then it was like, omg, ohhhh waaa wowwwwww kdjsfnksdjf. It turns out that one can not go breaking things just like that for life. So what to you put a hit especially for TV and make plaster is definitely COOL.
For this reason, I ran the nearest internerd find timely information to the case, and I found this entertaining video on YouTube:
addition to these things that may elicit their interest:
The point is that in Chile there is a service the what you pay for and destroy taste. And what if the stress out or not. What is important is play the fool. Ouh Yeah.
The issue goes a long way.
And you? Do you also feel tainted by the destructive instinct yeahhhhh poweeeer woooo destroy any question? Huh?
humbly give to know the following: Em, well, hello. Notice you on Sunday February 15, grabbed my things and went to the Botanical Garden of Viña del Mar. "Objective?, Well felt, first read this story -> It all started one day when I can not remember which was when Cata told me that this man was very attractive (but with more words chilensis, obviously). He said it was a singer Argentinean and half was a strange music. Then I sent a picture of the character above and then went to You Tube and searched hailed the individual by name on that page so frequented by lovers of the moving image. Sure, the singer is named: Lisandro Aristimuño. And then the You Tube released this for my eyes / ears
Then, of course, I got the discography completita could immediately deliberate and choose my favorite album Aristimuño: 'That case Window 'and fell rendered with the greatest track of album (personally): 'The last prose. " So I said to myself: 'Hey, same, this singer is very cool! ". Then was astonished when I learned, coincidentally, in the midst of the suburbs of the web, that Don Lisandro, the singer most reproduced in recent weeks for me (as the hocicón of music: Last.fm), visiting from very nice a country called Chile, and that more shot, I would play in Viña del Mar, and as if that were not enough, at the Botanical Garden, paying only the entrance to the garden that is very reasonably priced and accessible. And then I went back to speak again to myself and I said, 'Hey, same, but if you live in Chile, and more over on Vineyard, and as if that were not enough, the Botanical Garden is so far not you. " So I went with my five senses, my body, and obviously with my camera instead of the friend to call. arrival at the scene, I sat on the grass and then began a whirlwind of musical emotions, those that occur when one is finally able to listen to the artist who both listen via technology. Finally, in Live as sweet to the ears. But outside of that fan sentimentality, and objectivism (attempted critical view), I can say that it sounds absolutely identical Lisandro in their records, and even better. His voice is very harmonic and has the effect of raising the mind and soul to those who appreciate this kind of music, though not his favorite. addition, his lyrics are truly remarkable and sensitive. For reference about his style, if not located (which is most likely), Lisandro Aristimuño music is a mix between electronica and folk. Finally, an infinitely good practice and musical approach in Argentina. the end, and the typical action fan looking for opportunities closer to the artist, I won a photo with the singer, and an autograph.
Hopefully this has been useful to complement the soundtrack of your life! for your attention, thank you!
A new cycle park in the Tari-life. So I decided to change several things about this place that has been my bulletin board chatter (sometimes casual, others planned). issue I created this blog when I was 14 and put a stupid name not worth mentioning. Pendeja wrote things pure goat idle girl with a new toy. Things like writing a diary or Pascualina Tutti-Frutti. Something like 'Hey, today I fell off a swing and I was all muddy and when I got home my mom told me she was a child disobedient and sent me to study '(lie, that never wrote, is an ironic reference only.) For the same reason I erased 54576 entries I wrote at that time not to suffer any actual autovergüenza (when you grow up you realize that doing things shuer lesas when girl). But fortunately, as I began to mature, my words have also started to improve (thankfully). After the 15 I put a name to this news semi paginita friend, Tari Notice. I worried about keeping decent design comments and concerns and I think I succeeded. My idea was to get the reporter (now I come to know) but sometimes things like writing reflective of the soul leaving me and wanted to know what they thought of that. already, anyway. Now I'm going to study journalism and I'll continue with it because I love writing to people to read something that you entertain a while (for very little giddy that is). But as new cycle, I changed the name too. WRITING TELL YOU why?, Well because if I were to choose what area you want to work in the future with a journalism degree (would be), choose the area or print media. Writing is definitely one of my greatest passions along with music and art (in person, graphic design and collages). Well, that's my story. From now on I promise to try to make him laugh or mourn, but in the end, reach your heart with my sense writer. I try not latearlo plasmasdos my personal feelings in writing by lot. A bit like it would be nice, ha.
WRITING IS SAID!
NOTE: The above does not forget that the author has attacks of inconsistency. It is necessary to understand these inconsistencies mentioned. Just let yourself go.
