exercise

at some dark place in my head, beneath the waves of sound and memories, images and songs, feelings and experiences, lies the truth that I'm so scared to see maybe I should take a look, try to stare for a moment let this rythm cave in and pull at random sth out, or leave it open for seconds and just stop my fingers from censorship. I might need to get pills, alcohol, life, I think I need to let myself go. Birds, butterflies, garden green grass, drugs, my baby, mountains, life, my cousings, him, hands, bed birds, music, head, headache, strong, my uncle, my mom, my uncle, you got to be the best, challenge yourself, ugly, fat, retard... *closing again*

you make it easier when life gets hard

7 seconds away

We are one week away, 7 days away from the end of this period and I can tell I seen a side of my yet unknown, a savage, natural, animal side, yet not tammed, yet not socially capable that is a part of me. I've met myself unlike any other year. And I'm happy about it. I now Know what I like, what I don't, I know that as much as I thought I knew myself, I don't. That as much as I thought I was defined, I'm not. I look in desperate at times, fragile... but real. I'm real for ones. I can face my monsters and I can take a run if I want to. I know now that I'm one step closer to the truth, and eventhough it was always staring at my face, I know understand things differently, I know what I love, how I love and what I can offer. Good or bad, I'm not a product, I'm me. I deserve to be loved for me. I will then carry my weight, carry my choices like an old ball and chain and walk proud, because I'm capable. I have to show what I'm able to give, how bright I can glow. I'm my own story.

xxx

Rom.

my New year's resolution :)

.dancing queen.

maybe

and I have to love me

because your hate won't bring me down.

Promiss.

really

...

....

......

JK

xP

I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my door
Hello, is it me you're looking for?

I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide
'Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much, I love you ...

I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again how much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello, I've just got to let you know

'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying, I love you ...

Hello, is it me you're looking for?
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying ... I love you

[CM] Qoo Lemon Kiss

see ácido como beso de limón

>___<

xxx
Rom

bubblegums pop Rom

they just

...

that is just what I needed... thax who ever you are...

:'(

Good Enough

Under your spell again
I can't say no to you
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe but I feel

Good enough
I feel good enough for you

Drink up sweet decadence
I can't say no to you
And I've completely lost myself and I don't mind
I can't say no to you

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely
Now I can't let go of this dream
Can't believe that I feel

Good enough
I feel good enough
It's been such a long time coming
But I feel good

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall
Pour real life down on me
'Cause I can't hold on to anything

Is This good enough
Am I good enough
For you to love me too?

So take care what you ask of me
'Cause I can't say no

confunduscharm

x____x

Why can't we speak another language
One we all agree on
When men look outside, they see houses... instead of the fields they grew from
We are constantly uprooted from them... making us tiresome (and fearful)
Can you get up right now... endeavour to freefall?

You can fall if you want to!
It's just a matter of how far...
You've treasured our hometown, but you've forgotten where you are
And it will stay with you until your mind's been found, and it has been found wondering around

With that skipping rope, the trampoline, the crafty smoke that made us choke
But we didn't give up hope
It's just the simple ways of getting paid, the carelessness of running away
I wish I stayed
I wish I stayed

Patterns all arranged in my background
Pillars and posts keeping this country on form
Letters were all sent with no addessses so that people can't discover
That we're always under cover...
Why do I always draw triangles?
Instead of words this paper deserves

I don't own my clothes but I own my mind, and it's not what you've lost but it's what you find
I don't own my clothes but I own my mind, and it's not what you've lost but it's what you find

With that skipping rope, the trompoline, the crafty smoke that made us choke
But we didn't give up hope
It's just the simple ways of getting paid, the carelessness of running away
I wish I stayed
I wish I stayed

You can fall if you want to!
It's just a matter of how far...
You've treasured our hometown, but you've forgotten where you are
And it will stay with you until your mind's been found, and it has been found wondering around

With that skipping rope, the trampoline, the crafty smoke that made us choke
But we didn't give up hope
It's just the simple ways of getting paid, the carelessness of running away
I wish I stayed
I wish I stayed

Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth

Been thinking a lot, prolly more than planned, more than necessary and more than the advisable, but I already came to terms w/myself and I know what I want (you and me)

It might be hard, might be difficult, might hurt me a bit the witch hunt but I will pull it off cos' I won't allow myself to regret not giving it a chance. I'll try my best, I'll do my best and I know I might even fuck it up, total newby, still learning the bussiness, will try to be my best to be your best. You are my sweetest downfall. I love that song. hehe♥

japan

God I wish I was there

someday somehow.

cats & dogs

que llueva, que llueva

la vieja esta en la cueva

ÑA!

-no tolero el calor-

With my head in my shoulder but my mind in the air, trying to catch a flying ballon of nothingness ready to get high, daring to place myself in a bigger shoe, high-heell, ribbon on a side, pink and flirty. Closing my eyes and finally giving myself into, diving into the air, bunging jumping into invisible arms. I for once will let my weight be carry. And I don't know anything, I just can't tell what is next, but I embrace myself into the loop.

happy halloween

opening

Negai wa anata ni furisosogu
Sotto kanashimi wo koete
Itsuka futatabi deaeru to
Naiteita anata no yokogao wo omouyo

Yururi toki wa nagarete
Harukana mukashi no koto wo omouyo
Ano hi ni mita hoshi wa
Nani yori kagayaite
Eien wo tashikani kanjite

Negai wa anata ni furisosogu
Sotto kanashimi wo koete
Itsuka futatabi deaeruto
Naiteita anata no yokogao wo omouyo
Dakarete hakanaku chitta omoi wa
Azayakani saki hokoru hana no you
Sugiyuku kisetsu wo ikudo megureba
Kono koe wa anata ni kikoeru darou

Deai soshite wakare wo
Ikura kurikaeshitemo nagareru
Namida ni itsuno hi ka
Oborete shimau hodo
Mune no naka anata de afurete

Negai wa anata ni furisosogu
Meguru unmei no hate ni
Itsuka futatabi deaeru to
Shinjiteru kono omoi wo ima utatteru

Dakarete hakanaku chitta omoi wa
Azayakani saki hokoru hana no you
Sugiyuku kisetsu wo ikudo megureba
Kono koe wa anata ni kikoeru no
Tatoeba kono se ni hane ga aru nara
Tabidatta anata wo oikakete
Togireta kioku no ito wo tsunagete
Mou ichhdo anata wo dakishimetakute

Negai wa anata ni furisosogu
Sotto kanashimi wo koete

♥

I'm just a whore.

face it.

what's up?

smile smile be happy when the road gets bumpy smile smile be happy

Una filosofía de vida diferente, capás es eso lo q tengo adaptado en mi, por ahi demasiado hippie para el mundo, para algunos o para otros no.. no se.. realmente no se. Una vez cuando era chica una catequista nos enseñó que con el poder del amor rozamos barreras inimaginables, intangibles, se maneja un algo que no vas a poder lograr con nada más. Una pureza especial. Nos dio de tarea me acuerdo que saludáramos a desconocidos en la calle, un simple Hola al pasar, nada más y que esperáramos la reacción. Que si vemos a alguien asi serio, solo lo saludáramos y le íbamos a cambiar el día. Me acuerdo que pensé que estba loca, pero lo probé. Cada una de las personas que saludé me devolvió una sonrisa sincera, instantanea, como si no pudieran controlarlo. Solo un Hola. Entendí asi a la larga, durante el pasar de la vida, los días, los meses, los años, los segundos incluso, que hay fuerzas tanto más fuertes que la razón. La razón se queda corta. A si basada en algo quizá no tan racional desarrollé gustos diferentes, probablemente especiales al entender de muchos. Y hoy el tema es ese, uno de mis especiales gustos. Me gusta hacer regalos, y ya no saludo más que perros y bebes en la calle, pero me gusta hacer regalos. Capás está relacionado, es un egoista sentimiento hermoso el de regalar que me hace bien.

Cuando hacés un regalo, sabiendo lo que la otra persona quiere, hay un maravilloso momento, una fracción de segundos en la que esa otra persona se llena de verdad, algo incontenible. Una sonrisa interior, parece que brillan por un momento. Son los segundos más felices de mi vida. Verlo abriendo un regalo dentro de otro regalo, verla sonriendo sorprendida, verla atenta al detalle de lo más mínimo. Es genial dar, dar algo que se quiere, no que se necesite, que se quiera. Pido perdón si molesta a alguien, quiero que sepan que más alla de lo que los humanos acostumbre, no tengo 2das vueltas, un intertexto, solo me gusta regalar. Vengo en son de paz. Regalo porque quiero, hay personas que dicen Te quiero, y tiene razón, vivís la vida para darte cuenta que no queremos suficiente, que no amamos suficiente, que estamos atados a líneas tajantes virtuales, a barreras invisible generadas por la mente de una racionalidad falta de espacio para todo. Sí, soy rara. Nací así, la vida me hizo así, no lo se, pero sí, soy rara. Algunos dicen especial, sabemos de seguro que al menos es algo diferente. Pero que me condene el mundo, me gusta el detalle, veo momentos perdidos de belleza x todo lado, y asi busco generar más. Capás pueda hacer una movida, capás mi mundo de utopía exista en otro lugar, pero mientras esté aca, sepan, no lo hago de mala onda, no lo hago esperando nda a cambio, no hay trucos, no hay vueltas, solo quiero verlos felices. All you need is love. Love is all you need.

*trompetas*

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.

All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, l♥ve is all you need.

alice practice [skins]

♥

where r u?

I'm ready whenever u r

fairwell

Saludos a Alfie

c u sobrinito

xxx

Sometimes you know I wonder what could have gone wrong? How did we get here? Monster that are all the time around, making me feel we have no time. Nothing can be left for tomorrow, I find myself admiring the beauty of fresh air, the sparkle of stars, and still life moves on fearlessly towards its end. I can believe what I see around me. It's scary for me to see the same over and over again, I just can believe I can feeling death so close. It feels as if I need a break from everything, close my eyes and be able to go elsewhere, some place where nothing goes wrong at least for a while.

tengo sueño .____.

para Els

sabés que síiiii...

((¡?)

.♥.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love

I see the love movies, the love tendencies, the trends and I see you everywhere. I feel the happiest woman on Earth just buy having you around, the thought of u makes me smile. Then how did this happen? What can u do when what u need will never be what you get? And what happens when you don't even get anything?

I have no way out. I don't want out.

It'll go by... it will all go by pass me... slowly... like crushing and washing waves, wash away this beating...

Ok, encontré el animal de mi espíritu ._.

Ok, resulta que cada persona tiene un animal que lo manifiesta, como una suerte de contacto con la naturaleza, y sí, yo tengo el poder de ponerme a pensar esas cosas a esta hora.

Dicese que:
Para los indios norteamericanos todos los elementos de la naturaleza poseían un espíritu propio. Esto se manifiesta en la importancia de los animales en mitos y creencias.

Y ahi es que vos estás mirando la peli y en esa parte decís, no, estos qué fumaron, cómo que se transformó en puma! (( ponele ) y asi. Bueno, yo soy un conejo. Sí, asi es... o al menos tengo una parte de coneja grande, por ejemplo, soy bastante destructiva, no porque vaya pateando calefones pero porque vieron (( lo más cercanos ) que tengo mis mañas muy mías, muy malas, tb soy de hacer pozo y escapar, soy bastante rellenita diría (( gorda mal ) y ando sin embargo de espíritu juguetón, saltando y jugando. Sí señores, una parte de mi, al menos, es un conejo. Y lo tengo en claro. (( Esto no tiene nada que ver con el hecho de que me gustan las conejitas de Playboy, o sea, es casualidad... o destino ;) ... lo dejo a tu criterio ((¡?¡?¡?) )

Cuestión que pues, decidí que soy conejo enano negro de orejas largas y ojos marrones por supuesto (( diría Su ) y nada. RAR. No me gustan las zanahorias, pero eso debe ser por otro animal ((¡?) En fin, pequeño desvarío, cada tanto me mando uno, pero siempre todo tiene sentido. Siempre tengo una razón por la cual decir algo, por menso que sea.

Saludos. y si vos que no me querés estas leyendo solo por chusma, gracias por la visita :D

*bomba ninja*

Roma

lost my mind

I was feeling sad
Can't help looking back
Highways flew by
Run, run, run away
No sense of time
Want you to stay
Want keep you inside

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Want you to stay
Want you to be my prize

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Want you to stay
Want you to be my prize

I was feeling sad
Can't help looking back
Highways flew by
Run, run, run away
No sense of time
Want you to stay
Want keep you inside

All along, not so strong without these open arms.
Hold on tight.
All along, not that strong without these open arms.
Lie beside.
All along, not so strong without these open arms.
Ride beside.

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Want you to stay
Want you to be my prize

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Want you to stay
Want you to be my prize

ok, suena medio stalker, but no, I just like the song and what it says and is not necessarily bound to just one person. Done.

Rom.

run run run away lost lost lost my mind

Trastorno de personalidad paranoide
Las personas con personalidad paranoide proyectan su propio conflicto y hostilidad hacia los otros. En general son frías y distantes. Encuentran intenciones hostiles y malévolas detrás de actos triviales, inocentes o incluso positivos y reaccionan con suspicacia a los cambios. Frecuentemente, las suspicacias conducen a conductas agresivas o al rechazo por parte de los demás (justificando asi sus sentimientos originales).
Los que tienen trastorno de personalidad paranoide a menudo intentan acciones legales contra otros, sobre todo si se sienten indignados y con razón. No son capaces de ver su propio papel dentro del conflicto. Aunque suelen trabajar en relativo aislamiento, pueden ser eficientes y concienzudos.
A veces las personas que ya se sienten marginadas a causa de un defecto o una minusvalía (como sordera) son más prospensos a desarrollar una personalidad paranoide.

Trastorno de personalidad esquizotípica
Las personas con una personalidad esquizotípica, igual que aquellas con trastorno de personalidad esquizoide, se encuentran emocional y socialmente aisladas. Tambien desarrollan pensamientos, percepciones y comunicaciones extrañas. Aunque estas rarezas son parecidas a las de personas con esquizofrenia, y aunque la personalidad esquizotípica se encuentra a veces en la gente con esquizofrenia antes de que la desarrollen, la mayor parte de los adultos con personalidad esquizotípica no desarrolla esquizofrenia. Algunas personas muestran signos de pensamiento mágico (la idea de que una acción particular puede controlar algo que no tiene ninguna relación con esto). La gente con una personalidad esquizotípica puede tener también ideas paranoides.

Trastorno de personalidad dependiente
Las personas con una personalidad dependiente transfieren las decisiones importantes y las responsabilidades a los demas y permiten que las necesidades de aquellos de quienes dependen se antepongan a sus necesidades propias. No tienen confianza en sí mismas y manifiestan una intensa inseguridad. A menudo se quejan de que no pueden tomar decisiones y de que no saben qué hacer o cómo hacerlo. no les gusta expresar opiniones, aunque las tengan, porque temen ofender a la gente que necesitan. Las personas con otros trastornos de personalidad frecuentemente presentan aspectos de la personalidad dependiente, pero estos signos quedan generalmente encubiertos por la predominancia del otro trastorno de personalidad. Algunos adultos con enfermedades cronicas desarrollan personalidades dependientes.

Trastorno de personalidad evitadora
La gente con una personalidad evitadora es muy sensible al rechazo y teme comenzar relaciones o alguna cosa nueva por la posibilidad de rechazo o de decepción. Estas personas tienen un fuerte deseo de recibir afecto y de ser aceptadas. Sufren mucho por su aislamiento y su falta de habilidad para relacionarse cómodamente con los demas. Al contrario de aquellas con una personalidad límite, las personas con un trastorno de personalidad evitadora no responden con cólera al rechazo; en lugar de eso, se presentan tímidas y retraídas. El trastorno de personalidad evitadora se parece mucho a la fobia social.

Welcome to my life.

sometimes I forget I'm so fucked up

caramelldansen

Ayer llovió en la ciudad desde el momento que comenzé mi salida pero fue un día tan kawaii que bien podríamos a ver estado en un mundo paralelo, me pasé la tarde entera con mi amiga Shiuka-chan que me acompañó a comprarle un regalo a un amigo, no digo aca el regalo o el nombre el de mi amigo porque aunque creo que jamás entra, uno nunca sabe. xD En fin, ese fue el plan inicial pero luego nos quedamos dando mil vueltas por todos lados, mientras la gente huía de nosotras que íbamos cual monstruos del Lago Ness con los pelos mojados por todos lados abajo de la lluvia buscando paraguas kawaii y sosteniendonos las capuchas porque el viento nos iba en contra. LOL. Y caminamos por todos lados, en busca de cosas kawaii y vimos millones de cosas super geniales y tenemos que hacer de todo, y se tiene que repetir. Ay para! cuál era el baile de las monedas en el colectivo? xDDD me acuerdo del paso pero no del tema xD LOL por Dios! qué manera de flashear, tu mamá preocupada pobre y nosotras matando tiempo en la parada, el colectivo nunca vino. Seguro se fue a un estado superior ((¡?) xD OK, basta.

En fin, lala. la salida fue genial *o* compré muchas cosas. Luego veré si subo el otro blogo, pero vengo re atrazada. Saludos, los quiero... porque mirar que tomarse tiempo de leer esto.

xxx

Rom

dibujo by Shiuka-chan,

una grosa ♥

*este posteo iba en el otro blog pero me equivoqué pero ya lo edité y la verdad dobo ir a trabajar, asi que queda en este, mil perdones! >_<

teenage dream

You think I'm pretty
Without any make-up on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the puch line wrong
I know you get me
So I'll let my walls come down, down

Before you met me
I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my valentine, valentine

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever

You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and
Built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece
I'm complete

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever

You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

I might get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight ♥

You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

Ode to the Nice Guys

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

A Girl's Guide to Geek Guys

So, your crush on the bass player from Vibrating Sandbox has finally died a whimpering death and you're wondering where to go from here. All the sinister dudes are either dating a series of interchangeable high-school riot girls in baby doll dresses and an overdose of manic panic, or permanently shacked up with some bitter old lady who pays all the bills. Which will it be, a wifely prison or a humiliating one night stand? Into this void of potential mates comes a man you may not have considered before, a man of substance, quietude and stability, a cerebral creature with a culture all his own. In short, a geek.

Why Geek Dudes Rule
They are generally available.
Other women will tend not to steal them.
They can fix things.
Your parents will love them.
They're smart.

Where The Geek Dude Lurks
While they are often into alternative music, geek dudes tend not to go to shows too often. Instead you'll find them hanging out with their friends, discussing the latest hardware revolution or perfecting their Bill Gates impressions. You know how some people wear t-shirts with their favorite bands on them, thus showing that they went to certain shows? Well, geek dudes wear t-shirts with the logos of different software companies on them, thus showing that they are up on the latest, um, releases. A small, though convivial, rivalry may be detected here amongst the geek dudes. Try wearing one yourself and see if he strikes up a conversation. Of course the best way to meet a geek dude is through the Internet. All geeks harbor a secret fantasy about meeting some girl in cyberspace, carrying on an e-mail romance in which he has the chance to combine an activity he is comfortable with, computing, with one he is very uncomfortable with, socializing. To many geek dudes, cyberdating is just an advanced form of some kind of video game, but they are frustrated by a lack of players. Their lack is your strength.

Imprinting
You might notice that these men harbor some strange ideas about how the world works and some particularly strange ideas about women. There is a reason for this. Because they've had limited interpersonal experience, geek dudes must look elsewhere for behavior models. Lacking a real world social milieu, geeks often go through a transference stage with such narratives, and try to model their interactions on them. Thus, certain media images and themes come to have an overly cathected, metaphorized reality to them, while the rest of us view such programming as mere entertainment. Case in point, our next topic...

The Trek factor
If you're not up on your Star Trek, you can forget about getting or keeping a geek dude. And I'm not just talking vintage-era Captain Kirk and Spock either. You've got to be up on your The Next Generation, your Deep Space Nine, your Babylon 5. Armed with your own knowledge of Federation policies, you can better gauge when and how to act. The sexual politics of Star Trek are pretty blunt: the men run the technology and the ship, and the women are caretakers (a doctor and a counselor). Note the sexual tensions on the bridge of the Enterprise: the women, in skin tight uniforms, and with luxuriant, flowing hair. The men, often balding, and sporting some sort of permanently attached computer auxiliary. This world metaphorizes the fantasies of the geek dude, who sees himself in the geeky-but-heroic male officers and who secretly desires a sexy, smart, Deanna or Bev to come along and deferentially accept him for who he is. If you are willing to accept that this is his starting point for reality, you are ready for a geek relationship.

Once You've Nabbed Him
Of course, catching that geek guy is only half the battle. Keeping him by your side is another story altogether. I was privileged to speak with Miss Victoria Maat, who not only got herself a geek guy but was also clever enough to marry him just a few short months ago. She interrupted her newlywed bliss to give us a few tips on the care and feeding of a geek man: Geeks are sensitive and caring lovers and husbands. If you can hang with the techno-lifestyle, they make the best mates. They are the most attractive people, not flashy or hunky, but the kind who get cuter and more alluring over time (I told you she was a newlywed). Definitely give geeks a chance.

Geek Cuisine
Geeks tend towards packaged, junk foods since they prefer to work and think and aren't all that into cooking for themselves. Make sure that your geek understands that you are not merely a replicator, and provide him with home cooked food. A batch of chocolate chip cookies will let him know that you love him. You do have to monitor your geek for weight gain; however, remember that most of their days are spent sitting and staring at a monitor.

Geek Lifestyle
The geek dude has long work habits and tends to bring his work home with him. He seems permanently connected to his hard disk. You must at least appear interested in his work. Generally, a solid understanding of the computer is a must; if you cannot master this, you should at least be able to talk the talk. Remember most geeks are anal and they get stressed about details which appear insignificant. Be understanding, put on your best Deanna Troi face (see above) and empathize. To relax, geeks love to play the latest computer games. Let him play Myst or Chuck Yeager's Air Combat for hours if he wants to. Act concerned if he's stuck or has just been ambushed by three MiGs. My geek loves to try to help people on the Internet who say that they are stuck in Myst. He comes up with clever riddles instead of directing them point blank. Geeks also like to go to sci-fi and Japanese animated movies, again, a basically harmless vent for your man.

Geek Buddies
Many geeks extend their work friendships into what they jokingly refer to as RL (Real Life, also known as "that big room with the ceiling that is sometimes blue and sometimes black with little lights"). The greatest thing about your geek's buddies is that you can feel secure in setting them up with your girlfriends. They may feel awkward around females at first, so don't overwhelm them. In time they will come out of their shell and realize that you are into the same things they are.

One Last Thing
Because they have been so abused and ignored by society, many geeks have gone underground. You may actually know some and just haven't noticed them. They often feel resentful, and misunderstood, and it is important to realize this as you grow closer to them. Don't ever try to force the issue, or make crazy demands that he choose between his computer and you. Remember, his computer has been there for him his whole life; you are a new interloper he hasn't quite grasped yet Geek dudes thrive on mystery and love challenges and intellectual puzzles. Don't you consider yourself one? Wouldn't you like a little intellectual stimulation or your own? We thought so.


By Mikki Halpin and Victoria Maat

quiero nubarroncitos

te quiero, qué le vamos a hacer,

te quiero.

Tantísimo más de lo posible =/

gomenasai.

Aishiteru

Un hilo rojo invisible conecta a aquellos que están destinados a encontrarse, sin importar tiempo, lugar o circunstancias. El hilo se puede estirar o contraer, pero nunca romper ♥

childen will follow you, don't worry

Thanks for bringing such joy into my disrupted, self-inflected, radical, improvised, sometimes shallow or obscure life, thanks for enlighting my days with the smile you taught, thanks for bringing someone that would walk next to me in this world, for the words you showed him and then he showed me, thanks for the beautiful gift you've made to the world. To my life. To my world. Side roads brought us together, your legacy belongs now to the world and it's time for you to fly sir. Fly. Fly real high, brave and fearless, proud. Go gather the other birds in the sky, be millions, be the wind, be the rythms and the sun, be the tears and the laugthers, be the universe. Time to fly over the skies. Your love leaves a legacy and it changes lifes.

:')

digital suicide lullaby

Sonic youth with sonic dreams, suicidal tendencies

Sonic youth with sonic dreams, suicidal tendencies

I left a trail of pills to find my broken heart in your lost mind

I used to want to ride for two live crew now I do it all for you

Catch me in the middle of the night

With dreams so fierce I hold you tight

It's the very thing that I'm out to love

And I hate this game and I wanna get off tonight

Stop the world, s-s-s-s-stop the world, stop the world

I wanna get off

Sonic youth in your tears, sonic youth in your fears

Sonic youth with sonic dreams and suicidal tendencies

Hearts Revolution-digital suicide lullaby

t odias mujer gorda y horrible

period.