lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2012

Headless

Hoy me di cuenta que toda esta situación me está afectando más de lo que pensé y más de lo que quisiera. Hoy dejé olvidada mi billetera en casa y me di cuenta porque allí tengo guardadas mis solvencias para los exámenes, si no creo que no lo hubiera notado. Por suerte estaba aquí y no se perdió. De hecho hubiera sido la segunda vez en el semestre que se me hubiera perdido. Esta vez me enojé mucho conmigo misma, ni siquiera pude concentrarme bien en mi examen de Física por estar pensando en esa solvencia... pero mi enojo es porque como dije anteriormente... todo esto me está dejando, en un sentido figurado, sin cabeza.

Es absurdo que diga que no sé dónde está mi cabeza porque sucede que sé exactamente dónde está y eso es lo que no me agrada. Todo esto me está volviendo de alguna forma estúpida, y no me agrada en lo absoluto. Pero no, he decidido ponerle un alto a esto. No puedo hacer nada con respecto a mis sentimientos, pero sí puedo poner prioridades y mi prioridad son mis estudios... lo demás son tonterías. Nadie va a estudiar por mí y por ello necesito poner mi cabeza en su lugar, en donde estaba el semestre pasado. Lamentablemente creo que perderé Física, pero en la vida también hay fracasos así que debo aceptarlo como venga. No voy a rendirme por algo así. No voy a defraudar a mi mamá quien de alguna forma cree en mí al pagar mis estudios. Lucharé hasta el final. Pero mientras tanto... ¡a poner mi cabeza en donde debe estar!


sábado, 22 de septiembre de 2012

Pumped Up Kicks

Ever since I heard this song for the first time (not long ago) it reminded me of you... don't know why honestly, maybe it's the rhythm or something. I have no idea. But then again... many things do remind me of you for some reason...

Here it goes...


"Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out of his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet with in a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day
He'll be coming home late and he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull-trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say, "your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah"

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Run run run run
Ru-ru-ru-run run run
Ru-ru-ru-run run run run
Ru-ru-ru-run run run ru-run run

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet "




domingo, 2 de septiembre de 2012

A simple "thank you"

Since I am a child, I have loved adventure. Everything related to fantasy, science-fiction, etc. I have always liked. All those things have always been my entire world all my life, and without them I wouldn't have been able to survive. This world of imagination has always been everything to me and there is a person I have to thank for that. That person is my dad... because since I'm little he always gave me adventure movies like Indiana Jones, Back to the Future, and all that. I still remember I used to watch those movies like crazy, I even know the dialogues by memory and I'm not kidding... well, maybe not all of them... but a lot.

My father was the one that introduced me to that world and as such... he also meant the world to me. I've always loved him more than anyone in this planet. He has also been the person who has most damaged me... and before I could only think of being free... from him. I lived in pain, lots of it... it's hard, but I do understand he didn't mean to do all of that. I'm not with him anymore, but still I'm not free because I'm chained to the past. I'm breaking these chains bit by bit... I feel like it's endless... but I'm getting there. I forgive him for everything because above all I love him from the bottom of my heart.

The irony of it all is that I never grew out of that adventure and fantasy stuff... Here I am being 22 years old and I still like all that. Father always said I was too old for liking those things, but he wasn't one to talk... he still likes superheroes. I remember when we enjoyed watching X-Men, Spiderman, Batman... it was good times. Or when we played Marvel vs. Capcom and he always used Captain America or Spiderman and always won. That's one of the reasons why I didn't really like the Captain, 'cause he always kicked my butt with him. One day he just stopped playing with me... I accepted it, but it was kind of hard. He was a good adversary.

All this time I have thought that he had no influence on me whatsoever, but I was completely wrong. I mean, he did complain a lot about me because I have never been as he wanted to. All my values, I thought that I had learned them on my own... and most of them I did, but he taught me very important things. My father always gave me security, if I had trouble I knew that he would be there no matter what. That changed later on, but that doesn't matter. My father is the reason why I like comic books, and the reason why I'm so adventurous. I was never afraid of riding a roller coaster, he loved them and so do I because he taught me to. He's also the reason why I love martial arts, he used to practice karate a lot, I did in one moment of my life... but didn't continue with it for some stupid reason. It's funny, but I still remember when we went to Six Flags in Houston, Texas... I was so young... I wanted to ride this Batman roller coaster, but it was for bigger people... I never rode it unfortunately, I was only about 5 years old after all.

And so... I could keep writing, and writing about me and my father's adventures... but it would be too long. They're nice memories, and those I want to keep forever and let go of the dark ones. Little by little I'm letting go. I never thought that I would say this one day, but.... THANK YOU, FATHER BECAUSE I WOULDN'T BE WHO I AM IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU.