FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE IS A GROUP WHICH SONG THAT IS PUT IN THE TITLE OF THE "ARTICLE" IS JUST AMAZING...IT REPRESENTS THIS SPECIFIC TIME IN MY LIFE.HAPPINESS, GRACIAS FLORENCE WELCH.
Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come
And i never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
THE WAY TO SUCESS(ALL ABOUT MUSIC, MOVIES...)
lunes, 22 de agosto de 2011
domingo, 26 de junio de 2011
...Three relatively easy steps in life.
1.OBSERVATION:is either an activity of a living being, such as a human, consisting of receiving knowledge of the outside world through the senses, or the recording of data using scientific instruments. The term may also refer to any data collected during this activity. An observation can also be the way you look at things or when you look at something.
2.FEELING: The word was first used in the English language to describe the physical sensation of touch through either experience or perception. The word is also used to describe experiences, other than the physical sensation of touch, such as "a feeling of warmth.In psychology, the word is usually reserved for the conscious subjective experience of emotion.
3.DECISION:Decision making can be regarded as the mental processes (cognitive process) resulting in the selection of a course of action among several alternative scenarios. Every decision making process produces a final choice.The output can be an action or an opinion of choice.
2.FEELING: The word was first used in the English language to describe the physical sensation of touch through either experience or perception. The word is also used to describe experiences, other than the physical sensation of touch, such as "a feeling of warmth.In psychology, the word is usually reserved for the conscious subjective experience of emotion.
3.DECISION:Decision making can be regarded as the mental processes (cognitive process) resulting in the selection of a course of action among several alternative scenarios. Every decision making process produces a final choice.The output can be an action or an opinion of choice.
jueves, 23 de junio de 2011
SNOB...
A snob is someone who believes that some people are inherently inferior to him or her for any one of a variety of reasons, including real or supposed intellect, wealth, education, ancestry, taste, beauty, nationality, et cetera. Often, the form of snobbery reflects the snob's personal attributes. For example, a common snobbery of the affluent is the belief that wealth is either the cause or result of superiority, or both, and a common snobbery of the physically attractive is that beauty is paramount.
Snobbery existed even in mediaeval feudal aristocratic Europe, when the clothing, manners, language and tastes of every class were strictly codified by customs or law. Chaucer, a poet moving in the court circles, noted the provincial French spoken by the Prioress among the Canterbury pilgrims:
And French she spoke full fair and fetisly[1]
After the school of Stratford atte Bowe,
For French of Paris was to her unknowe.
William Rothwell notes "the simplistic contrast between the 'pure' French of Paris and her 'defective' French of Stratford atte Bowe that would invite disparagement."[2] The disparagement is an element in the snobbism.
Snobbery surfaced more strongly as the structure of the society changed, and the bourgeoisie had the possibility to imitate aristocracy. Snobbery appears when elements of culture are perceived as belonging to an aristocracy or elite, and some people (the snobs) feel that the mere adoption of the fashion and tastes of the elite or aristocracy is sufficient to include someone in the elites, upper classes or aristocracy.
However, a form of snobbery can be adopted by someone not a part of that group; a pseudo-intellectual, a celebrity worshipper, and a poor person idolizing money and the rich are types of snobs who do not base their snobbery on their personal attributes. Such a snob idolizes and imitates, if possible, the manners, worldview, and lifestyle of a classification of people to which they aspire, but do not belong, and to which they may never belong (wealthy, famous, intellectual, beautiful, etc.).
A snob is perceived by those being imitated as an arriviste, perhaps nouveau riche or parvenu, and the elite group closes ranks to exclude such outsiders, often by developing elaborate social codes, symbolic status and recognizable marks of language. The snobs in response refine their behavior model.[3] William Hazlitt observed, in a culture where deference to class was accepted as a positive and unifying principle,[4] "Fashion is gentility running away from vulgarity, and afraid of being overtaken by it," adding subversively, "It is a sign the two things are not very far apart."[5] The English novelist Bulwer-Lytton remarked in passing, "Ideas travel upwards, manners downwards."[6] It was not the deeply ingrained and fundamentally accepted idea of "one's betters" that has marked snobbism in traditional European and American culture, but "aping one's betters".
Snobbism is a defensive expression of social insecurity, flourishing most where an Establishment has become less than secure in the exercise of its traditional prerogatives, and thus it was more an organizing principle for Thackeray's glimpses of British society in the threatening atmosphere of the 1840s than it was of Hazlitt, writing in the comparative social stability of the 1820s
Snobbery existed even in mediaeval feudal aristocratic Europe, when the clothing, manners, language and tastes of every class were strictly codified by customs or law. Chaucer, a poet moving in the court circles, noted the provincial French spoken by the Prioress among the Canterbury pilgrims:
And French she spoke full fair and fetisly[1]
After the school of Stratford atte Bowe,
For French of Paris was to her unknowe.
William Rothwell notes "the simplistic contrast between the 'pure' French of Paris and her 'defective' French of Stratford atte Bowe that would invite disparagement."[2] The disparagement is an element in the snobbism.
Snobbery surfaced more strongly as the structure of the society changed, and the bourgeoisie had the possibility to imitate aristocracy. Snobbery appears when elements of culture are perceived as belonging to an aristocracy or elite, and some people (the snobs) feel that the mere adoption of the fashion and tastes of the elite or aristocracy is sufficient to include someone in the elites, upper classes or aristocracy.
However, a form of snobbery can be adopted by someone not a part of that group; a pseudo-intellectual, a celebrity worshipper, and a poor person idolizing money and the rich are types of snobs who do not base their snobbery on their personal attributes. Such a snob idolizes and imitates, if possible, the manners, worldview, and lifestyle of a classification of people to which they aspire, but do not belong, and to which they may never belong (wealthy, famous, intellectual, beautiful, etc.).
A snob is perceived by those being imitated as an arriviste, perhaps nouveau riche or parvenu, and the elite group closes ranks to exclude such outsiders, often by developing elaborate social codes, symbolic status and recognizable marks of language. The snobs in response refine their behavior model.[3] William Hazlitt observed, in a culture where deference to class was accepted as a positive and unifying principle,[4] "Fashion is gentility running away from vulgarity, and afraid of being overtaken by it," adding subversively, "It is a sign the two things are not very far apart."[5] The English novelist Bulwer-Lytton remarked in passing, "Ideas travel upwards, manners downwards."[6] It was not the deeply ingrained and fundamentally accepted idea of "one's betters" that has marked snobbism in traditional European and American culture, but "aping one's betters".
Snobbism is a defensive expression of social insecurity, flourishing most where an Establishment has become less than secure in the exercise of its traditional prerogatives, and thus it was more an organizing principle for Thackeray's glimpses of British society in the threatening atmosphere of the 1840s than it was of Hazlitt, writing in the comparative social stability of the 1820s
viernes, 10 de junio de 2011
EVERYTHING...
NOTHING THAT I CAN'T DO,
NOTHING THAT I CAN'T BECOME,
NO SKY, NO LIMT,
ONLY ME AND MY RECKLESS SPIRIT.
NOTHING TO REGRET.
EVERYTHING FORGOTTEN.
A FRESH START BEGINS,
WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING.
NO FEAR, NO PANIC,
ONLY HARD WORK,
ONLY ME AND MYSELF
AND NOTHING TO LOSE,
JUST EVERYTHING TO WIN.
A DAY TO LIVE,
A DAY TO LOVE.
NOTHING BECOMES EVERYTHING...
NOTHING THAT I CAN'T BECOME,
NO SKY, NO LIMT,
ONLY ME AND MY RECKLESS SPIRIT.
NOTHING TO REGRET.
EVERYTHING FORGOTTEN.
A FRESH START BEGINS,
WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING.
NO FEAR, NO PANIC,
ONLY HARD WORK,
ONLY ME AND MYSELF
AND NOTHING TO LOSE,
JUST EVERYTHING TO WIN.
A DAY TO LIVE,
A DAY TO LOVE.
NOTHING BECOMES EVERYTHING...
10/08/10.2
Sometimes I feel so alone, so different...
I'd rather not exist.
The sweet release of a human combustion seduces my mind,
but when I realize I'm thinking that I feel so strange, not myself.
I look at the people around me.
I feel invisible to them,
So far away yet so close.
I'm afraid of dying young,
I'm afraid of living this way.
With a wasted yet radiant energy.
My head aches, it's so full of nothing and everything.
Good Lord don't let me die.
Good Lord don't let me suffer anymore.
It aches from the moment I feel the light of a new day,
A new that that seems so old,
a feeling that feels so rotten,
so asfixiating, suffocating...
I'd rather not exist.
The sweet release of a human combustion seduces my mind,
but when I realize I'm thinking that I feel so strange, not myself.
I look at the people around me.
I feel invisible to them,
So far away yet so close.
I'm afraid of dying young,
I'm afraid of living this way.
With a wasted yet radiant energy.
My head aches, it's so full of nothing and everything.
Good Lord don't let me die.
Good Lord don't let me suffer anymore.
It aches from the moment I feel the light of a new day,
A new that that seems so old,
a feeling that feels so rotten,
so asfixiating, suffocating...
10/08/10.
When is it enough?
How much can my body take?
How much can my mind bear?
This questions frighten my mind, body and soul...
I seem to be running in circles,
as the shadows close in,
I feel more and more trapped,
more and more alone,
My body aches,
The voice inside my head won't leave me alone.
How much can my body take?
How much can my mind bear?
This questions frighten my mind, body and soul...
I seem to be running in circles,
as the shadows close in,
I feel more and more trapped,
more and more alone,
My body aches,
The voice inside my head won't leave me alone.
sábado, 4 de junio de 2011
SENSIBLE CONFESIÓN NÚMERO 22.
Toda mi vida, suena patético porque solo tengo 22 años, pero para muchos, especialmente mi psiquiatra a esta edad ya tengo que tener un novio, tener relaciones, dejar a mi mamá y vivir sola. No es que la idea no me guste, ni mucho menos, al contrario me encantaría terminar mi carrera, hacer una maestría, viajar, pero como lo comenté hoy con la adorable Jessica lo que me mantiene flotando en este mar interminable y doloroso, es el amor que le tengo a mi mamá, sonará y se percibirá cruel pero aunque hay aspectos de ella que he llegado a detestar, ES LA ÚNICA QUE ME CALMA cuando quiero morirme. Y también pero no por eso menos importante es encontrar al amor de mi vida. Tanto es ese anhelo que he besado el margen de mi puerta apasionadamente después de ver pornografía ( Cabe mencionar que odio ese hábito), siempre he pensado que el sexo es muy fácil o lo hacen parecer fácil pero en realidad el amor es un compromiso y lo más bello del mundo o quiero creer que así es. Mi papá por otro lado es un ser en el que este momento ODIO, como diría Helen Hunt en “AS GOOD AS IT GETS” y cito: “I DON’T WANNA KNOW YOU, ‘CAUSE YOU ONLY MAKE ME FEEL BAD ABOUT MYSELF”….No lo entiendo y esto es en general .Esa misma frase la puedo atribuir a varias personas que he conocido en mi vida. Siento que todo lo que pienso, todo lo que hago y digo está mal. Creo mucho en Dios, y el esta conmigo y yo con el. Afortunadamente en las mañanas me siento muy bien pero en el transcurso del día empiezo con los pinches síntomas que me matan por dentro y no se que hacer, entiendo perfectamente los diagramas de mi doctor favorito, ayer sentí un acercamiento un tanto inapropiado. Me la pasé muy bien todo el día de ayer pero todo se arruinó cuando escuche a mi mamá teniendo relaciones en su cuarto, eso me hizo enojar demasiado, me asqueo el sonido cada vez que lo recuerdo. Hoy fui a la escuela bíblica pero me empecé a sentir mal y me regresé a la casa porque ya me estaban empezando a molestar las personas y no me gusta la persona que soy cuando estoy fingiendo que me siento bien, soy torpe, no me puedo concentrar, no se que decir, el caso es que me tomé un cuarto de Tafil pero siento horrible estando acostada medio dormida y medio despierta, el nudo en la garganta regresa para apuñalarme. No me gusta ver la tele, por como me hace sentir, me cansa estar en la compu, me cansa todo, me alarman estos cambios de humor tan drásticos ayer estaba lúcida, extrovertida y sonriente con todos y me dije a mi misma GRACIAS DIOS MÍO , pero hoy TODO SE VINO ABAJO. Me duele el hecho de ver la foto en mi celular de la increíble Kate Winslet, siento que me alejo cada vez de ese sueño. No quiero salir en la obra de la Escuela bíblica, no quiero nada, solo quiero sentirme bien, ¿ES ACASO MUCHO PEDIR?......Cuando estoy así me gusta pensar en Benkis porque con ella esta “bien” estar enojada, pero no se que es lo pasa por su cabeza ni que es lo que siente, YO LA VEO BIEN pero estaría siendo egoísta porque puede que ella me vea igual y me lleva la fregada. Empecé a escribir esto cuando murió Michael Jackson, no puedo creer aun que este muerto. Ayer de nuevo el Dr. Me dijo que era una consentida, no sé porque siempre llegan a esa conclusión. Decidí perdonar a mi mamá por Dios, pero siento que ella debe acercarse todavía más a él y yo también, pero ella más. Hoy 31 de julio lo único que me emociona es el estreno de Terminator , salvation, yo pensé que iba a salir el actor que salió en la segunda el T1000 pero no eso me decepcionó un poco, pero quiero verla porque siempre me ha gustado esa serie de películas y porque sale Christian Bale. El señor al que le debo 60 pesos de taxi no llegó y me quedé sentada media hora, seguro al rato me habla. A ver si mi mamá quiere ir al cine conmigo, ya la perdoné pero se que Dios no está contento por lo acontecido. Me siento cansada, pero no me gusta como me siento cuando me duermo, de hecho no me duermo solo estoy soñando cosas que me dejan medio despierta y medio dormida. Me molesta que les caiga tan bien esa escuincla de Mercedes, esta bonita y todo pero no manches a lo mejor son celos porque no tiene lo que yo tengo, por ejemplo ahorita no es que sienta el nudo en la garganta pero siento soledad y hasta cierto punto la finjo. No tengo tanto miedo de entrar a la escuela, pero ayer en el cine estaba “tranquila” pero de repente me entra como pánico pero ráfagas. Hoy 2 de agosto fui al cine con mi papá, no se que me pasa, me siento mal y bien en cuestión de segundos, Jesucristo ayudame por favor, no quiero sonar dramática porque realmente no se en que estado estoy, solo siento el nudo en la garganta, cansancio y mucho miedo, no se donde esta mi mama , su novio, amigo o lo que sea no contesta. Pienso en escaparme porque odio la idea de entrar a la escuela, pero no hay escape solo pienso en la muerte como escape pero me aterra eso y se vuelve un circulo vicioso del que no puedo escapar, ni ver una salida. Con mi papá no puedo ser honesta porque me siento juzgada, atrapada. ATRAPADA, ATRAPADA, nadie escucha Dios mío ayudame por favor , tengo deseos de vivir y de morir al mismo tiempo, ¿qué puedo hacer???????????????????????????no entiendo mi cuerpo ni mis pensamientos. Hoy 3 de agosto me siento fatal, tengo gripa aparte de todo no se que hacer, no me siento a gusto en ningún lado, por un momento pensé que mi mama no había ido a trabajar y que estaba dormida en su cuarto porque escuche claramente como quejidos que venían de su cuarto. Tengo seriamente ideas suicidas y eso me da mucho miedo. Ayer que estaba comiendo con mi papá me sentía muy mal y en el cine también pero el sólo me dice cosas que me hacen sentir aún peor, si quiero de verdad si quiero entrar a la escuela solo le pido al señor Jesucristo que me devuelva mi salud, por lo que mas quiera. No se a donde se fue todo el día mi mamá, pero me siento sola, sola sola, sin nadie que me quiera y me comprenda, se que no es cierto pero así me siento. Tengo ideas muy desquiciadas en la cabeza. Trato de animarme, escuchando musica pero no funciona mucho, siento que soy una bomba de tiempo que en cualquier momento va a explotar por completo. NO PASÓ NADA CUANDO FUI A LA ESCUELA, HASTA ME SENTÍ BIEN, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW GRACIAS DIOS MÍO. Mañana tengo que ir otra vez para platicar de las materias a mi me dijeron que tenía que hacer examenes extemporáneos, no extraordinarios y mañana le voy a decir a Oscar porque yo no sabía de las nuevas políticas.
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