tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82894282649250135212011-12-30T06:56:05.363-06:00Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-77715717231375622102011-05-25T22:53:00.000-06:002011-05-25T22:54:07.749-06:00<div><br /></div><div><div>Woah... had such a looooong time without posting anything here...</div><div>Guess it was not really necessary.. things change.. life gets better... and it was about time..</div><div><br /></div><div>We keep going back to everything that made us who we are right now, And sometimes we forget something really important while doing this... the question.. Where are we going?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well,... we will eventually know, when is necessary.. but this is how life works and im glad..</div><div><br /></div><div>Im Glad i have such wonderful friends.. People i can count on...</div><div>a fantastic job.. a GREAT Life Overall...</div><div><br /></div><div>And last but not least my significant other... my other half.. the one that makes me whole..</div><div>my dear partner in crime.. my wonderful girlfriend..</div><div><br /></div><div>I Cant ask for anything more.. just .. I Hope time makes me Wiser...</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-7771571723137562210?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-16487111966012637692010-04-11T00:07:00.000-06:002010-04-11T00:08:53.658-06:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1648711196601263769?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-75874107593237280962009-07-16T22:43:00.002-06:002009-07-16T22:46:17.960-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/5126_231024540248_520180248_7381640_7456539_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/5126_231024540248_520180248_7381640_7456539_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> No Veo La Hora en la que vuelvas...<br /><br />Y es que esperarte se ha vuelto eterno, pero te juro que mi paciencia perdurara...<br />Estare aqui cuando vuelvas aunque el pais ya no exista... O Cruzare los mares nadando si es necesario, tu presencia se ha vuelto necesaria en mi y es que ya no aguanto...<br /><br />Nesecito de tu mirada de tu tierno abrazo.. me haces tanta falta.... te extranio :-(<br /><br />TQM<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-7587410759323728096?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-18468310201569383162009-07-03T11:44:00.001-06:002009-07-03T11:46:25.343-06:00Sometimes i wonder...<br />why is everything so complicated..<br />why does the word simple even exist...<br /><br />why is it so hard to forgive...<br />but is easy to discard....<br /><br />Why sunsets are so beautiful...<br />why do i still remember..<br />why do i miss you...<br /><br />why do you still read my stuff?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1846831020156938316?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-1655104627419898952009-06-29T16:57:00.002-06:002009-06-29T17:04:09.296-06:00Oh My Dear Blog... its Been Ages...<br /><br />Im Back just to let you know.. im a way different person now..<br /> ive completed a huge part of my life, im a Professional Now..<br />Its me VS the World..again.. yeah.. but with much better weapons...<br /><br />I Feel Stronger.. been through a lot.. which is good..<br />Still dont understand the matters of Heart... which is good too...<br />will give me something to think of for ages...<br /><br />Living in Sto Dgo.. i Miss Stgo.. My Friends... Everything...<br />Moments of Glory... and also the Shameful ones...<br />ive learned to just continue instead of just restarting things...<br />ive learned to love.. ive learned to hate...<br /><br />I feel im much more complete now.. and i can take on anything...<br />ive met a lot of interesting people... people that make me feel even<br />more complete...<br /><br />The Raven Got his Wings Back...<br />the world better be ready for this..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-165510462741989895?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-70946241981483180742008-09-11T19:46:00.003-06:002008-09-11T19:57:20.191-06:00<div><br /></div><div>Es mucho lo que se aprende en 60 dias...</div><div>acerca de la vida, los amigos, el amor,... el des-amor...</div><div>En resumen aprendemos de nosotros mismos..</div><div><br /></div><div>Hay que haberse quemado las manos por otro, para entender</div><div>que significa la palabra sacrificio....</div><div><br /></div><div>Dormir con el estomago vacio... Soniar sin poder Dormir...</div><div><br /></div><div>Tener una sed insaciable.... de los labios de otra persona...</div><div>suspirar....</div><div><br /></div><div>En fin... 60 dias es todo lo que se nesecita para quebrar un hombre...</div><div>armarlo de nuevo... desarmarlo... y aprender que siempre habra</div><div>piezas que no encajan,....</div><div><br /></div><div>Es posible darse cuenta que tan fuerte o debil eres... en tan solo 60 dias...</div><div>que tan inteligente, atento, estupido, kinky, y un sin fin de aspectos</div><div>socio-sexuales....</div><div><br /></div><div>Darte cuenta que la pasion no la sientes.... Mientras te domina anesteciado</div><div>de todo dolor te das cuenta que 60 dias mas no seran suficientes....</div><div><br /></div><div>...para remover suenios... decepciones,... amor.. odio....</div><div><br /></div><div>Pero al final logras admirar lo mas importante, eres diferente a hace 60 dias... </div><div>tan solo.. 60 dias....</div><div><br /></div><div>Aprendes a amar... quizas..</div><div>a Odiar... talves</div><div>a Vivir... muy probable...</div><div>A Olvidar... no lo se...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-7094624198148318074?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-61135573493746128932008-08-04T17:11:00.003-06:002008-08-04T17:16:27.045-06:00I Have Found the Piece of heart i was Missing...<br /><br />No Wonder i was so lost, i have been searching for the<br />wrong thing from the start!<br /><br />New City, New Friends...<br /><br />Loneliness... Tiredness... Stress...<br />yup they are there... never leaving my side...<br /><br />But... its not bad at all, i consider i have become more mature with time<br />with pain, with tears, with fucken rage...<br /><br />But i realized... Its meaningless...<br /><br />There is 1 Reason im Still Alive and Breathing...<br />and you know who you are...<br /><br />=)<br /><br />You have Made this Blog just Another Wind from the Past...<br /><br />You have made me different...<br />i finally realized...<br /><br />I Found what i was Searching for...<br /><br />Remember, i WILL NEVER let you go....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-6113557349374612893?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-84568211889676319542008-05-20T00:27:00.002-06:002008-05-20T00:37:35.551-06:00Algunas cosas en la vida, ironica y sencillamente<br />son dificil de entender.. mucho mas.. de explicar..<br />sin embargo de esa misma manera, esto es lo que<br />lo hace interesante. Es dificil explicar lo que sentimos<br />cuando nos abrazan con cariño, cuando nos besan de<br />esta misma forma, hasta en una mirada...<br /><br />Al parecer hay cosas en la vida, que por igual...<br />son mas facil de explicar sin palabras.. Muchos<br />hombres consideramos un beso como una meta..<br />la verdad eh aprendido a verlo como un medio..<br /><br />Es un ejemplo de como vemos la vida... pero un abrazo,<br />un beso, una mirada, son de las mejores formas de decir<br />te quiero... hasta el hecho de que siempre estas ahi para<br />escuchar mis problemas, para conversar conmigo...<br />para compartir... solamente para estar conmigo...<br /><br />No solamente dice te quiero, tambien dice me encanta<br />estar contigo, y mucho mas aun me gusta que me des lo<br />mismo que te doy...<br /><br />Esto tambien me lleva a pensar que no todo, es disfrutar<br />y gozar de buena compañia, sino que tambien estas ahi en<br />los peores momentos... brindando tu hombro, tu apoyo, tu<br />calor, y hasta tu dulce voz... Es tan sencillo, que de solo<br />preguntar "Que te pasa?" empiezo a sentirme mejor...<br /><br />[continuara]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8456821188967631954?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-13441631639220355352008-05-11T20:23:00.003-06:002008-05-11T20:30:38.264-06:00Tonight i feel<br />somthing is missing...<br />deep inside my heart<br />nothing makes it beat<br /><br />I lost balance<br />reach out for your support<br />there's nothing there...<br />just the air i breathe..<br /><br />I no longer feel the need<br />to love and expect to be free<br />tearless, fearless...<br />nothing tastes the same to me..<br /><br />I search for company<br />nothing satisfies my need<br />perhaps is not what i see<br />if is nothing.. then im free..<br /><br />I want to fall again..<br />i treasure the memories..<br />that once made me feel whole..<br />but i deny the truth...<br /><br />perhaps.. this is what i need..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1344163163922035535?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-7288076584626625902008-05-10T21:24:00.003-06:002008-05-10T21:34:01.891-06:00Your sad face under the weak light<br />tears of sorrow run down cheek avenue<br />make up runs, get rid of the lip gloss...<br />i never loved you, i never did..<br /><br />Your hands shake, you look at my eyes..<br />i rather avoid the drama<br />sentences shatter as they leave your lips<br />who said i loved you?,.. i never did..<br /><br />so this is how i stare away..<br />ill rebuild my heart..<br />with the pieces of the others i break..<br />i found pleasure in the tears you shed..<br /><br />why you ask? is not your fault..<br />its a new hobbie i found..<br />so come on, dont hate me...<br />remember.. this is just for fun..<br /><br />so this is how i stare away..<br />ill rebuild my heart..<br />with the pieces of the others i break..<br />i found pleasure in the tears you shed..<br /><br />please.. save the drama..<br />this is not tv..<br />taste reality.. sincerely..<br />from my lips..<br /><br />i never did..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-728807658462662590?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-5382626581376613172008-04-19T20:44:00.001-06:002008-04-19T20:46:28.127-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;">"They say time heals all wounds... But what if time has already passed for an</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"> eternity...</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"> Life has slipped away... Does that mean the hurt would forever be there?" </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i>Jacqueline A. Lee<br /><br /><br /><br /></i></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Me lo robe de http://ineedawig.blogspot.com/<br />Dont Sue me.. Please xD<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-538262658137661317?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-86704257777043820932008-04-19T20:14:00.003-06:002008-04-19T20:35:27.667-06:00Es dificil de ignorar.. la forma en que sonries...<br />el marco de tu rostro, perfilado con delicadeza..<br />tu mirada llena de secretos, y a la vez tan reveladora...<br />dices mas con tu sonrisa... que con mil palabras...<br /><br />Llenas de significado, tres segundos de silencio...<br />con tu sonrisa de perlas, hasta el oceano estaria celoso...<br /><br />Eres una fantasia, con la cual han soñado miles...<br />asi como una utopia, mas aun un paraiso...<br />que provoca deseo, ternura, pasion y calor...<br /><br />Es dificil ignorar... el destello que emites...<br />debe ser mas dificil aun, vivir sin tales deseos..<br />sin esas fantasias, que nos llenan de fuerza..<br />y de esperanza...<br /><br />Esperanza de Encontrar Belleza y Sentido a<br />esta existencia...<br /><br />Confudidos remamos en el mar de la vida...<br />buscando razones para seguir remando...<br />sin razon mas que seguir buscandole sentido..<br />a estas propias razones que alimentan nuestra<br />alma.. corazon.. y mente..<br /><br />Es facil <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO </span>saber lo que quieres.. cuando lo tienes en frente..<br />Es facil saber lo que tienes, solo cuando lo pierdes...<br />Es dificil saber.. el porque de las cosas...<br />Es dificil aceptar lo facil que es olvidar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8670425777704382093?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-10753010392661412332008-04-13T20:10:00.002-06:002008-04-13T20:15:39.906-06:00Nos sentamos a pensar en los acontecimientos<br />que nos han llevado a donde estamos ahora....<br />desnudamos nuestros interes frente a cualquier<br />oportunidad que nos salte en camino, Sin embargo<br />nunca pensamos en las consecuencias, hasta que<br />ya son mas que obvias... y nos agobian la conciencia...<br /><br />Es normal sentirse culpable de vez en cuando...<br />es natural ver las heridas y simplemente desear<br />que nunca hubieran ocurrido...<br /><br />Sin embargo, estas hacen quienes somos ahora...<br />es la ley que rije la vida, aprender para vivir mejor..<br />es nuestra decision si dejarnos caer...<br /><br />Pero aveces duele tanto, que se nos hace imposible<br />estar de pie... sin algo que inspire... sin algo que nos<br />haga mas facil respirar cada dia...<br /><br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1075301039266141233?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-8792646834507451092008-03-02T12:32:00.001-06:002008-03-02T12:35:25.226-06:00<pre>There goes the sun<br /><br />Just trying to find your way anywhere<br />But you’ve come to find you’re alone<br />Its getting dark and you’ve lost your way<br />I haven’t let you go as long as you know that<br /><br />I’m losing what’s left of my dignity<br />But ill fight till the end for her heart<br />Ill never give up for what’s possibly<br />For better for worse this love must be cursed<br /><br />Just try to keep your head down<br />But you come to find that trust has come and gone<br />Everyone out there is listening<br />But you don’t care at all and you’re probably glad to know<br /><br />I’m losing what’s left of my dignity<br />But ill fight till the end for her heart<br />Ill never give up for what’s possibly<br />For better for worse this love must be cursed<br /><br />You already let it pass through your lips you can’t take<br />it back now [x4]<br /><br />I’m losing what’s left of my dignity<br />But ill fight till the end for her heart<br />Ill never give up for what’s possibly<br />For better for worse this love must be cursed<br /><br />Holding on to her<br />This love must be cursed<br />I’m holding on to her<br />This love must be cursed<br />I’m holding on<br /><br />I’m afraid to say she never made it home<br />Couldn’t keep her head on<br />She was so close<br />I’m afraid to say she never made it home [x5]</pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-879264683450745109?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-30852973901867447062008-02-27T17:42:00.005-06:002008-02-27T18:05:03.941-06:00Well, i met her about 2 years ago...<br />thanks to a friend i had, it wasnt really anything<br />serious the way i met her... i was just kinda joking..<br />and her friend kinda introduced her to me...<br /><br />She seemed shy at the moment, yet interesting<br />and funny at times.. didnt really impact me...<br />but when i met her personally.. i was like woah...<br />she was young, yet charming.. exotic..<br /><br />I really considered the idea.. of asking her out<br />yet i was scared.. i was not the kind of guy<br />a healthy relationship, for me it was all<br />about sex... and other aspects..<br /><br />I didnt want to fuck up, so ignored the fact<br />she was also interested in me...<br /><br />She held a grudge against me for some time...<br />it was my fault.. i played her heart.. not a<br />smart move, but in that moment, it seemed<br />the best possible choice...<br /><br />Sometime passed.. i met other persons..<br />and just looked at her from the distance...<br />from a safe one..<br />One safe for both if i can say that...<br /><br />We kinda forgot all about it..<br /><br />Yet more time passed... and we got together<br />once.. i remember like now, it was a concert...<br />i was not expecting her there.. but i felt really<br />surprised.. and somehow really attracted..<br /><br />im not sure if i was drunk.. im not sure, what it was..<br /><br />after that day passed.. i realized how many<br />good chances i wasted for being the person i was<br />... for being someone whom i never felt happy with...<br /><br />I Decided to Change.. and somehow.. i channeled all that<br />into the attraction i felt for her..<br /><br />I started caring for her too much, it just started growing so fast...<br />it seemed like i almost lost control of myself..<br />i decided.. that if i was gonna love someone..<br />trust someone.. i was gonna make it right...<br /><br />She.. didnt accept my offering at the moment...<br />and i understood her..<br />but i was not giving up...<br />this was what i truly wanted..<br />and i wanted to fight for it..<br /><br />Finally.. it happened.. after much struggle..<br />it finally did.. kiss under a new moon..<br /><br />after that.. i felt insane.. like i couldnt get better..<br /><br />I Struggled to give the best of myself..<br />it just felt right..<br />like my body just did it by itself..<br />it was almost automatic..<br /><br />I Dunno if its right to say.. that<br />it was the best relationship i have ever been in...<br />i dunno if there is something better out there...<br />but i finally knew what love is..<br /><br />Until.. it ended..<br />out of nowhere it did..<br />i felt.. i was falling from a really high place<br />until my body met the ground..<br /><br />every bone in my body cracked, and<br />in pain only 1 tear came out..<br />i felt scared.. cheated..<br />i felt it was just all a nightmare..<br /><br />I understood the meaning of<br />"i couldnt believe it"<br />literally..<br />i was crushed...<br /><br />Its been a week now.. and im still<br />recovering.. its not easy.. at all..<br />probably the hardest thing i have gone through<br />right now in my life... maybe is not a big deal..<br />for for the new me.. it was hell..<br /><br />I learned to undertstand her reasons.. i<br />even insulted her without wanting..<br />i still love her.. but there is not much to be done..<br />just.. deal with it.. i guess..<br /><br />to be continued...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-3085297390186744706?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-80857935321578729342008-02-24T09:15:00.001-06:002008-02-24T09:15:48.209-06:00Your <span style="font-weight: bold;">Words</span>...?<br /><br />or your <span style="font-weight: bold;">Actions</span>...?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8085793532157872934?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-80049594877727047852008-02-18T15:03:00.003-06:002008-02-18T15:08:48.396-06:00what do you know about love?...<br />give me a break and stop trying..<br /><br />I know i have driven humanity to madness<br />and war...<br />I Know hate will never cease to exist..<br /><br />But i also know... a man who holds back while loving..<br />will never know the meaning to their own existence...<br /><br />So please..<br />stop trying.. and do what you were ment to do..<br />Like maths and other unimportant matters...<br /><br />I Will never listen to you..<br /><br />from:The Heart<br />to: The Brain<br /><br />Ps.. Fuck You..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8004959487772704785?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-59413547068646505962008-02-18T14:31:00.004-06:002008-02-18T14:45:14.737-06:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R7ntrjKN9oI/AAAAAAAAADU/zRF-IgzqWJo/s1600-h/cantshut.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168423379812611714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R7ntrjKN9oI/AAAAAAAAADU/zRF-IgzqWJo/s400/cantshut.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I Cant Shut UP!</div><div>I CANT KEEP IT TO MYSELF!</div><div>I CANT!</div><div></div><br /><div>it feels its burning inside OUT!</div><div>nothing cant stop it from coming out!!</div><div>No NO its not the TrutH!!...</div><div>I Bite My Lips when i have to say the Truth...</div><div>I Cant Hold it !...</div><br /><div>i need to ..</div><div>i need to lie ...<br /></div><div>What brought me to this point..</div><div>there is no return, No UNDO BUTTON..</div><div>i should stop trusting myself... </div><div>im the first one to sell me out..</div><div> </div><div>Saying the truth is just a Sarcastic Way of Lying..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-5941354706864650596?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-19822292406421452192008-02-18T14:21:00.002-06:002008-02-18T14:27:12.610-06:00Ok you Started reading this already..<br />please finish it for the sake of us both...<br /><br />You may ask, who has taken its time to write you<br />a letter.. well, guess what? you are not alone through<br />all this you have gone through.. you will never be..<br />and dont expect me to explain, just understand...<br /><br />I Have seen you at the edge of madness,<br />pure sadness covers your skin, and the feeling,<br />that particular feelin that you are just lockedup<br />by yourself in someone's chest, unable to breath<br />unable to free yourself..<br /><br />The feeling of not being able to fight, just the fact you've<br />been struggling with yourself this past years..<br />the fact that you dont even listen to my advises..<br />and hint this might make you understand who i am<br />to this point..<br /><br />Just remember ill be here for you..<br />but remember as well, that you alone cannot<br />struggle to the one they call love..<br />listen to me.. and together we will be free..<br /><br />With understanding and hope that you get better..<br />yours truly..<br /><br />To: The Heart<br />From: The Brain..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1982229240642145219?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-88015809642404047452008-02-18T13:56:00.002-06:002008-02-18T14:08:37.852-06:00How random can i be sometimes?<br />Humph what am i really thinking of?<br />am i so sure of myself?<br />can someone be really sure of what to expect<br />from the next 5 minutes..<br /><br />I dont know, tell you the truth im just<br />writting my mind.. they say its good to let<br />everything out sometimes..<br />Let you inner demons out instead of<br />just feeding them...<br /><br />I rather bite my lips sometimes, and<br />swallow my own words... i rather expect nothing<br />from the next 5 minutes, not even clearance..<br />theres no such thing as thinking nothing...<br />can i just stop thinking of myself for a second?<br /><br />No..<br /><br />It takes more than a Blog Website to keep the<br />demons away... yeah sure i could use a friend...<br />but come again.. use a friend?.. im just using a friend<br />that'll make me feel worse..<br /><br />No.. not really.. give me a good reason to have friends?<br />not to feel alone, sure that may be true..<br />to have fun, yeah sounds.. great..<br />to be there for them?.. wel.. then .. will they be there for me?<br />yea.. most of them..<br /><br />Now.. what does it matter...?<br />Wish i could just escape.. go far away...<br />i dont care of meeting new places.. i just<br />want to forget the old ones..<br />is that possible? i dont know.. i could try..<br />i guess.. i guess.. i guess.. i guess...<br />i.. i.. i.. me me me..?<br /><br />I feel like a Nut!.. damn...<br />this is of no importance..<br />why am i writting such irrelevant<br />words.. where are they coming from?<br />and yet again so many questions, with No<br />Fucking IMportance.. im.. not making sense<br />you say...? well who makes sense? who cares?<br /><br />who gives a fuck!!!! im not pissed, im not feeling<br />"emo" i just felt like writting everything<br />that goes through my head..<br />what does it feel to be in My Mind for 10 mins?<br />i dont know.. never been there.. i have always<br />been out of my mind..<br /><br />Hahahahahaaha.. oh my god.. i am crazy..<br />this is fun.. you should try it sometime..<br />no im not drunk or under the effect of some weird<br />shit.. i just need to talk ....<br /><br />Now i ask myself ok, maybe i have my life planned<br />and figured out, but do i have a plan B you say?<br />well no, do i need one? uhmm yeah good idea..<br />i need one, what if everything goes to hell?<br />i mean come on... life has a tendency to fuck<br />itself.. what will happen when shit hits the fan at the<br />end?... take cover i guess..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8801580964240404745?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-18965158939221871662008-02-06T21:19:00.000-06:002008-02-06T21:23:02.766-06:00Hoy me di cuenta, que la musica<br />juega un factor muy interesante en<br />la vida sentimental de las personas,<br />ibaen el carro con mis amigos y en<br />la Radio, surge esta cancion de repente...<br />De Juan Luis Guerra, un Bolero de esos..<br />Resulta que en cada verso, y en cada<br />melodia, estuviste en mi mente en todo<br />momento, es dificil sacarte de mi cabeza<br />mucho mas sacarte de mi vida...<br />te dedico la cancion, que para mi<br />refleja una minima parte de lo que eres para mi<br />pero en ese momento.. fuiste mas que un pensamiento<br />fuiste un deseo, un anhelo... cada segundo extraño<br />el sabr de tus labios...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TU - Juan Luis Guerra</span><br /><br /><pre>Tú,<br />mientras más lo pienso, tú<br />llenaste mi tiempo, tú<br />la razón que me hace ser feliz<br /><br />Qué más puedo pedir?<br />Tú<br />mil poemas tiernos, tú<br />todo mi recuerdo, tú<br />te sumerges con tu cuerpo en mi<br /><br />Qué más puedo yo sentir?<br />Tú<br />lo que más extraño, tú<br />mi mejor regalo, tú<br /><br />En las horas, de amor eterno<br />tú cuando hablo, tú cuando sueño<br />tú en las noches que trae<br />al viento todos mis versos<br />mientras más lo pienso, tú<br /><br />En la lluvia, gotas de cielo<br />tú en la orilla de mi silencio<br />tú mi ternura, mi compañero<br />lo que más quiero<br />mientras más lo pienso<br /><br />Tú<br />mi canción desnuda, tú<br />mi anhelo mi furia, tú<br />la razón que me hace ser feliz<br /><br />Qué más puedo pedir?<br />Tú<br />todo lo que callo, tú<br />mi abecedario, tú<br />te sumerges con tu cuerpo en mí<br /><br />Qué más puedo yo sentir?<br />Tú<br />lo que más extraño, tú<br />mi mejor regalo, tú<br /><br />En las horas, de amor eterno<br />tú cuando hablo, tú cuando sueño<br />tú en las noches que trae<br />al viento todos mis versos<br />mientras más lo pienso, tú<br /><br />En la lluvia, gotas de cielo<br />tú en la orilla de mi silencio<br />tú mi ternura, mi compañero<br />tú lo que busco, lo que más quiero<br />Tú</pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1896515893922187166?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-51294257203825761842008-01-25T22:22:00.001-06:002008-08-04T17:03:44.280-06:00Es tu voz en mi oido...<br />tu tibio aliento de ternura..<br />que con esa chispa recorre mis espalda..<br />y mi piel que se eriza...<br />con el dulce sabor de tus labios..<br /><br />Son tus ojos.. tu mirada..<br />que penetran y ven atraves de mi<br />desvelan toda mentira<br />ese brillo que despierta en mi<br />el deseo de morir en tu boca...<br /><br />Es tu olor que me envuelve<br />del cual no tengo escape<br />en mi mente destellan<br />trazos de tu cuerpo<br />donde toda pasion nace y muere...<br /><br />No hay frio que tus brazos no puedan quemar...<br /> No hay tristeza que tus ojos no puedan ver...<br /> No hay dolor que tus palabras no puedan curar...<br /> No hay yo, sin en ti no me puedo apoyar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-5129425720382576184?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-11846330164266812112008-01-16T23:43:00.000-06:002008-01-16T23:55:00.654-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R47tIl2OrUI/AAAAAAAAADM/0T-XFE4mvms/s1600-h/skyisburning.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156319355240099138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R47tIl2OrUI/AAAAAAAAADM/0T-XFE4mvms/s400/skyisburning.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>We are obliged to breathe..</div><div>this pollution grows bigger in our hearts</div><div>and yet this demons will not fall back</div><div>burning within we are just puppets for the sky...</div><div></div><br /><div>We open ourselves to routine...</div><div>as the big blue laughs on our backs</div><div>this strings demand poison..</div><div>dont move too fast.. it'll spread faster!!</div><div></div><br /><div>We cant save you, we cant save ourselves...</div><div>fate has been written, and we can just deny...</div><div>deny what our hearts have written..</div><div>deny what just rests on our backs...</div><div></div><br /><div>We are burning ourselves</div><div>in exchange for nothing!!</div><div>We are jumping down to nothingness..</div><div>expecting nothing from the fall</div><br /><div>Broken bones and bleeding forhead</div><div>is all that pain demands..</div><div>Is this it? the end or just the start...</div><div>can we realte to the sky...</div><br /><div>When all it brings is hope..</div><div>we dont need to hope.. when all we want</div><div>rests in our hands... it makes no difference..</div><div></div><br /><div>Only the world will know.. what the sky secretly</div><div>thinks.. of us, just puppets.. burning from inside..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1184633016426681211?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-83915153324477852322008-01-10T15:51:00.000-06:002008-01-10T17:59:48.255-06:00<a href="http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds-4/sahara-desert-sand-dune.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds-4/sahara-desert-sand-dune.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sand is Dry.. but it cant get to my heart.. I Walk this<br />Desert with hope of finding water...<br />That will keep me walking even with this thirst....<br />thirst for just one drop..</span><br /></blockquote></span></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8391515332447785232?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-6173925591193700472008-01-06T22:18:00.000-06:002008-01-06T22:40:39.892-06:00Everything in life is about what you learn,<br />and the way you apply it... it may be in<br />a daily basis, or in long term experiences..<br /><br />We dont remember when we learned how to<br />talk, yet we do it. When we learned how to walk<br />but we do it, when we learned how to distinguish<br />good from bad... but we try to do it.<br /><br />Everything in life is about how you apply this<br />knowledge, is about choices we make based<br />on past experiences... its all about ourselves<br />and our minds.. it may sound selfish but thats the truth...<br /><br />Sometimes we cant even remember in what point we<br />truly got to master a certain skill or an ability that<br />we use..<br /><br />However as a personal note, i have noticed<br />in little moments we appreciate what we have learned...<br />and still we are learning new things..<br /><br />... like my newly discovered ability of loving someone...<br /><br />You may ask, how could you say that.. if love is a feeling..<br />well its fairly simple.. we have know love since we were<br />born. But we dont even consider it an ability since<br />we just know how to do it by heart...<br /><br />A nice example of this, is the pure action of kissing someone..<br />..you may have kissed a lot of persons in life.. or a few..<br />but if there is no love in them.. they will all feel the same<br />regardless of how "good" of a kisser the other person is..<br /><br />But if understand what love is, you may have experienced it<br />in a kiss... is the act of risking it all.. just to feel that person close..<br />is the thought of needing that person near you, just to feel whole..<br />is the lack of air you feel, the heavy feeling in your chest, that<br />with warm covers your body in a soothing frenzy...<br /><br />Its feeling addicted to the touch of that person.. is the calming<br />sound of 2 hearts synchronizing themselfs in repeating one phrase..<br />"i love you"<br /><br />Its not being able to sleep cuz you got this inspiration on something<br />to write, about life, about self awareness, about love, about passion...<br />its the turning of a cold heart, into a lunatic understanded by few..<br />called a romantic...<br /><br />Its the fact that you cant take that person out of your head...<br />.. and yet for a simple reason you cant.. and its because.. you<br />are not even trying..<br /><br />Im not ashamed to say, to admit, that im in love.. i have fallen<br />so deep in this blessing/curse.. that i would risk my own sanity,<br />knowledge, well-being.. just to see a smile pop in that face...<br /><br />You, who are reading right now.. i dont care what you think about<br />love, or of this that i have written.. but remember..<br /><br />"If you have experience at least hate in this life, and you dont know<br />what love is... guess again.. you are just holding the truth by the<br />opposite side.. turn it around and tell me what it feels..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-617392559119370047?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-83061323804318155012008-01-06T15:24:00.000-06:002008-01-06T15:26:22.746-06:00<span style="color:#99ff99;">by Killswitch Engage...</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><br />It's all been the same Yet Different.<br />For far too long, the illusion falters (the illusion falters)<br />Suffering, despite the struggle Remaining hopeless<br />My life can no longer (my life can no longer)<br />No longer be frozen (no longer)<br /><br /> Take my words as truth,<br />I will never, never leave you.<br /><br />It must be now, we must resolve.<br />Invoke the strength, turn the tide, start right now<br />Yeah.<br /><br />Take my words as truth,<br />I will never, never leave you.<br /><br />The winds of change will cleanse away, what still remains.<br />Let all doubts, and indecision pass away.<br /><br />Take my words, as truth,<br />I will never, never leave you.<br /><br />My Life For Yours<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8306132380431815501?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-72472545690369284092008-01-03T10:05:00.000-06:002008-01-03T10:08:13.180-06:00At the end of all that is said <span style="color:#000000;">Karina</span><br />the truth lies unseen <span style="color:#000000;">And</span><br />it is simple, yet confusing <span style="color:#000000;">Karlos</span><br />what your eyes keep you from amusing <span style="color:#000000;">For</span><br />and he said, let there be light where is dark... <span style="color:#000000;">Ever</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-7247254569036928409?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-68695162329025352372008-01-03T09:51:00.000-06:002008-01-03T09:58:22.950-06:00I feel relieved with my life...<br />love is in all i do...<br />you are just my inspiration...<br />Kari hold my heart close to yours...<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">1rst</span> and <span style="color:#cc0000;">4th</span> , <span style="color:#33cc00;">can</span> you hear <span style="color:#33cc00;">my</span> heart?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-6869516232902535237?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-30534889271247920042008-01-01T23:17:00.000-06:002008-01-01T23:23:49.749-06:00As one withers away, a new one rises from the ashes...<br />... this is how 2008 came to us, like a new promise of hope..<br />... like a new chance... the next try... the one i've been waiting for...<br /><br />This new year started nicely for me, i gotta say, it has been just great...<br />and i cant imagine how to make it better, but thats not in my hands to choose..<br />the only thing i can do is deal with it...<br /><br />full of love, joy, smiles.. and casual throwing up( well i love to drink )<br />this year is not only a promise.. this year im a better person...<br />this year im in love... this year im stronger... and this year..<br />(ill throw up even more if i have to..) *ehem*<br /><br />May you all have a Great 08' , 07' was heavily important, but set your<br />eyes to the future, grasp the past in one hand... and let it slide through<br />your fingers like sand in the wind of time...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-3053488927124792004?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-83339613873288573422007-12-26T18:02:00.000-06:002007-12-26T18:06:13.228-06:00<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1286/1162789875_869a43df21.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1286/1162789875_869a43df21.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Lol Yeah people.. i knoww!!!... you seem to all understand!"<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">TE QUIERO! <span style="color:#cc0000;"><3</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8333961387328857342?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-43415850928084220952007-12-15T19:42:00.000-06:002007-12-15T19:43:43.715-06:00<a href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/161/1/b/The_Tag_along_heart_by__marysia_.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/161/1/b/The_Tag_along_heart_by__marysia_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">En tus Manos reposa mi Corazon... ;-)</span></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">que bueno es no ser Soltero... </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">Specially when you are the one holding</span></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">the other side of the leash , Te Quiero...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-4341585092808422095?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-10711367236544337012007-12-10T23:28:00.000-06:002007-12-11T02:00:51.614-06:00If i had to tell our story someday...<br />i would compare you to a small <strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">spark</span></em></strong>...<br />that slowly burnt passion in my heart...<br />with a huge flame..<br /><br />If i had to live without you in a future...<br />i would compare you to <strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">heart</span></em></strong> cancer...<br />i would rather die with you...<br /><br />If i had to forget you someday...<br />i would compare <strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">you</span></em></strong> to the air i breath...<br />even if cant touch you, you will always be there for me..<br /><br />If i had to end our story...<br />i would compare you to <strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">time</span></em></strong>..<br />you dont know where it ends..<br />and you dont know where it starts...<br /><br />Your eyes... your smile.. your sweet voice.. and that warmth that surrounds<br />the hugs you give me, i wouldnt trade that for anything in life...<br />nothing in this world exists that will ever make me change my mind...<br />you may call me stubborn, you may call me stupid..<br />but if i get to <strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">love</span></em></strong> every inch of <strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">your</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">existence</span></em></strong>...<br />i wouldnt mind... ^ ^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1071136723654433701?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-77773818187859023492007-12-10T01:56:00.000-06:002007-12-10T02:04:57.797-06:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Treasuring.. those moments...</div><div align="center">memory will fail...</div><div align="center">----------------------------------</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">For we remember...</div><div align="center">Only what we see...</div><div align="center">----------------------------------</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Thus we only see...</div><div align="center">what we want...</div><div align="center">----------------------------------</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Will you forget...</div><div align="center">what you want..?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-7777381818785902349?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-70510841159908305592007-12-10T01:44:00.000-06:002007-12-10T01:52:10.811-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R1zvCuTYERI/AAAAAAAAACY/2zo1NqIvfmI/s1600-h/ka_litox.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142247704618340626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R1zvCuTYERI/AAAAAAAAACY/2zo1NqIvfmI/s400/ka_litox.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R1zu1-TYEQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YEP11R-_xeA/s1600-h/gb_sg2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142247485575008514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R1zu1-TYEQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YEP11R-_xeA/s400/gb_sg2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div align="center">i dont really feel like writing.. but.. i have something to say.. ... wtf..!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-7051084115990830559?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-66962396299539811632007-12-09T00:31:00.000-06:002007-12-09T00:49:12.776-06:00<a href="http://a303.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/l_a69620d2827b05683d700bb04a3ea3b6.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a303.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/l_a69620d2827b05683d700bb04a3ea3b6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://a84.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1c77eda992856deb11d8438a0b0ce78b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a84.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/84/l_1c77eda992856deb11d8438a0b0ce78b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://a598.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/70/l_41eb612ca4e1ed913e6787ee902e4615.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a598.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/70/l_41eb612ca4e1ed913e6787ee902e4615.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the gorgeous dudu lake, its located in Dominican Republic, between nagua and samana, it has a depth of 22meters.. ( 7 story building ) and it has underwater caverns to the sea.</div><br /><br /><div>Its almost impossible to even see your feet while floating due to the lack of light that reflects back from the bottom of the lake.</div><br />I dont really want to go into details.. but it had to do something with my sugar level.. it dropped while swimming in the lake, and i started sinking with no way of crying for help, or swimming, it felt like a full body cramp.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Well thankfuly the guys noticed i was sinking and dragged me out... i felt like throwing up and i felt a huge sense of vertigo.. </div><div> </div><div>but whatever it takes more than that stupid lake to take me out...</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Im alive and kicking, and i have So many goals, I WILL achieve... amoungst them, love, musical goals, and personal wealth/ business level. People.. appreciate life, and Dont waste time.. i assure you, you WILL feel regret.. ;-) when your time comes.. or when you think it does..</div><div> </div><div>Live everyday like it wil be your last day.. dont regret anything and always have your head up high... theres no better advice than that.. life is just one.. dont let yourself down for anything... if you can grasp it.. you can achieve it!!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-6696239629953981163?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-56538935213586618832007-12-04T16:10:00.000-06:002007-12-04T16:20:14.630-06:00Its funny how memories make you realize how wrong you used to be before...<br /><br />As and advice.. when ever you feel like doing something, like saying something.. do it..<br />dont regret later what you never had the guts to do,...<br /><br />You dont need guts.. you just need a very good motivation, like realizing, what could have been...<br />whatever the choice you make, life will go on...<br /><br />Even if you reached your happy ending.. time will exist forever... as an ilusion that haunts us..<br />you actions spawn happyness in a long term method i cant explain.. a Happy Forever.. is what i ask for.. not try to see the future as uncertain, and distant, but see my memories as Distant and long gone..<br /><br />... my memories beside you.. will remain... because they have a past, a present, and a future ;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-5653893521358661883?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-37632718912781362652007-12-03T01:38:00.000-06:002007-12-03T02:09:47.214-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R1O0Rw0RlNI/AAAAAAAAACI/ONuZCrqWC6c/s1600-R/holdingthesun1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139649817014801618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R1O0Rw0RlNI/AAAAAAAAACI/ek_y-38aHXI/s400/holdingthesun1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>I Will not let go of you, even if i burn my hands, you are my sun...</em></div><br /><br /><em>For the first time of my life... i sat down by someone.. rested my head on someone's chest, listened to their heart , and felt touched by that sound... for the first time i felt scared.. of not understanding what was happening to me.. for the first time.. ..i am born again.. for the first time.. i <strong>know</strong>.. what i want... </em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><3</span><br /><div></div><br /><div>-----------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"><strong>Dredg - Ode to The Sun</strong></span></div><br /><div><em>for you Kari...</em><br /></div><div><em></em></div><br /><div align="left">Its gone from Light to grey</div><div align="left">Gonna move those clouds away<br /></div><div align="left">Letting the sun shine through<br /></div><div align="left">In this Ode to you<br /></div><div align="left">Let the demons have their place<br /></div><div align="left">Its so its angels you'll create<br /></div><div align="left">And disguised within the dark<br /></div><div align="left">I will waitMy heart, my ode, you're my soul</div><br /><div align="left">Will you,<br /></div><div align="left">Please accept, please accept, this ode<br /></div><div align="left">This is all for you, transcend</div><br /><div align="left">We flip towards the sun,</div><br /><div align="left">Wheels skidding on the road,<br /></div><div align="left">A flowing sea of red</div><div align="left">The whole city grows </div><div align="left">My heart, my ode, you're my soul<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Will you,<br /></div><div align="left">Please accept, please accept, this ode<br /></div><div align="left">This is all for you, transcend</div><br /><div align="left">Will you,<br />Please accept, please accept, this ode<br />This is all for you, transcend</div><br /><div align="left">Fiasco<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Rubberneck, passing motorist<br /></div><div align="left">Mangled to the cancerous<br /></div><div align="left">Repair this tattered skin<br /></div><div align="left">Hold it in your hand<br /></div><div align="left">You've already gliscened through the window<br /></div><div align="left">You've already set her soul (free)<br /></div><div align="left">Free<br /></div><div align="left">Free<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Please accept, please accept, this ode<br /></div><div align="left">This is all for you, transcend</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Will you,Please accept, please accept, this ode<br /></div><div align="left">This is all for you, transcend<br /><br />Fiasco</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-3763271891278136265?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-59374871037478411062007-11-30T02:52:00.000-06:002007-11-30T02:57:38.440-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R0_QYORu_pI/AAAAAAAAACA/DxYMAwRk3ns/s1600-R/luv.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138554814420942482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R0_QYORu_pI/AAAAAAAAACA/FIFV_cf5ZcQ/s400/luv.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R0_QJeRu_oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VC6_VawDLGs/s1600-R/luv.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br />Click to Expand ^ ^<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/R0_PzuRu_nI/AAAAAAAAABw/d_utC9xafHE/s1600-R/luv.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-5937487103747841106?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-55256681349785343432007-11-27T04:00:00.000-06:002007-11-27T04:04:09.755-06:00How many times do i think of you between heart-beats..<br />time doesnt wait for anybody...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-5525668134978534343?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-53545023403667025602007-11-25T09:22:00.000-06:002007-11-25T09:34:28.377-06:00Theres no balance on what we do<br />horned creatures such sweet eyes...<br />zodiacal regret ..<br />stars.. take their words back..<br /><br />We took their words for granted<br />truthful to our nature<br />denying what was fortold..<br />regreting each.. and every word..<br /><br />Creatures of the soil<br />one hard as stone<br />the other blessed as gold<br />we seek balance in our souls..<br /><br />Marking targets as we go<br />saving lives from their demise<br />we seek truth on others lies..<br />we hide lies in others truth...<br /><br />Compromised by laws of nature<br />the moon, the sun, and you.. my creature..<br />show us hope as morning dies...<br />takes our dreams as night revives..<br /><br />There is no balance on what we do...<br />and im in love with such a creature..<br />theres no balance on what we've done..<br />i crave the love that spills from your wounds..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-5354502340366702560?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-7531977504711507972007-11-24T12:01:00.000-06:002007-11-24T12:08:30.787-06:00They are so many things in life we are compelled to do..<br />so many others we are comitted to.. and then.. others we just do..<br /><br />Many things are destined to happen in once life, most of them were<br />supposed to be that certain way.... others..werent..<br /><br />So many times we give 100% others just a 10%, but results come out<br />as they are supposed to , not necessarily as we expect them to.. but sometimes..<br /><br />they do..<br /><br />We are tortured by chance, by probabilities.. by destiny ... by life.. and theres a slight chance we might get depressed by this,.. or just.. ... <strong>no</strong>..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-753197750471150797?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-70378070515785572142007-11-23T23:02:00.000-06:002007-11-23T23:16:58.879-06:00With you on my side, my heart beats racing..<br />the sound of your voice feeding on silence<br />as we exchange our thoughts through the warmth of our skin<br />iTunes randomly playing with our minds as music<br />portrait feelings...<br />as we enjoy of this moment, and nothing else exists but us and our thoughts..<br />we defeat the ice as we struggle to keep ourselves to our senses..<br /><br />nothing matters now, when we finally clear the path....<br />i feel protected, brave, strong.. and happy..<br />we rejoice of the trick destiny has played upon us...<br />we defy temptation.. as we play with our hearts to follow..<br /><br />and i feel.. .. glad..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-7037807051578557214?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-64653142887030877252007-11-21T13:44:00.000-06:002007-11-21T14:14:32.365-06:00<span style="color:#99ff99;">By The Devil Wears Prada.</span><br /><br />Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful.<br />We're burying earth in earth.<br />White hands, soft hands: carefully.<br />This makes no sense.<br />What's that sound I hear?I'm lost in a state of confusion.<br />Oh ground.I despise you, but rejoice in your essence.<br />Envy will cease my sky.Greed will cease my sky.<br />"Here's a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty"<br />At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth.<br />Welcome to the museum of the dead;<br />endless gore becomes reality.<br />Tradition's dug the grave.<br />The inferno has commenced<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-6465314288703087725?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-28026951555860022722007-11-20T13:57:00.001-06:002008-08-04T16:52:42.453-06:00...How a hug can freeze time...<br /> ...Your voice can calm me down...<br /> ...The touch of you skin warms ice cold hearts...<br />...How life can mean so much less without you...<br /> ...How Life wouldnt be called life with you...<br /> ...it would be a dream...<br />...That ill never want to be awaken from...<br /> ...How a person wishes to be prisoner of a dream...<br /> ...And how reality can be Bent with a Kiss...<br /><br />...Its Simply Amazing what you made me feel...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-2802695155586002272?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-28141880770420831282007-11-17T12:39:00.000-06:002007-11-17T12:46:18.568-06:00<span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> Need to calm down... and just breath sometimes...<br />im tired of how this world works, its just too fucked up!<br />is it really necesary.. how we hurt each other and even worse..<br />how we hurt ourselves!<br /><br />FUCK! im tired of this crap everyday!!.. Fucking tired..<br />im fed up of this fucking shit...<br /><br />Everything should fricking straighten up quickly!... because at the end...<br /><br />..... we are going to be the ones to regret every fucking thing we did...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-2814188077042083128?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-3588966031269283722007-11-15T19:41:00.000-06:002007-11-16T20:55:22.166-06:00<em><span style="font-size:180%;">I </span>rather be Fucking Hated , so that way i have a goddamn idea of what the flying fuck you feel for ME!..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Edited... ----------------------</em><br /><em></em><br />Not Anymore... i just cant.. and Thank you..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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when i cant sleep at night...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-2441519671936472850?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-68364241060587252482007-11-08T23:50:00.000-06:002007-11-08T23:52:42.078-06:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;">K</span>eane - Call me What You Like...</strong><br /><br />There's no believing and no reason why<br />That I'm superstitious, and I can fly<br />I float through the ceiling<br />And into your eyes<br /><br />Call me what you like<br />I just wanna be here with you, all the time<br />Do you wanna be here with me, all the time?<br /><br />There's no believing and no real surprise<br />Well I'm a ghost and appear in the night<br />I float through the ceiling<br />And into your eyes<br /><br />Call me what you like<br />I just wanna be here with you, all the time<br />Do you wanna be here with me, all the time?<br /><br />I float through the ceiling<br />And into your eyes<br /><br />Call me what you like<br />I just wanna be there with you, all the time<br />Do you wanna be here with me?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-6836424106058725248?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-31719696618307302652007-11-07T20:01:00.000-06:002007-11-07T20:09:01.896-06:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RzJvgC56QgI/AAAAAAAAABI/te97JUQd1rE/s1600-h/shortlovestory.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130285521854677506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RzJvgC56QgI/AAAAAAAAABI/te97JUQd1rE/s400/shortlovestory.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-3171969661830730265?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-24811952144722572182007-11-06T23:48:00.000-06:002007-11-06T23:55:21.553-06:00<p><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixjQ_7Qv674"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixjQ_7Qv674" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><p>It may not look too good here you can check it out at YouTube by clicking <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ixjQ_7Qv674">here</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-2481195214472257218?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-63985563900717056872007-11-05T16:23:00.000-06:002007-11-05T16:40:26.846-06:00<span style="font-size:180%;">H</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">uman</span> beings are such a weak creature.. we depend of too much to function properly.. and by simple events in life we shutdown and screw up...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">B</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ut</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thats</span> just our nature, we are supposed to depend of feelings... to depend of instincts, which by the way, we negate with what we call intelligence...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>e depend of some substances in our body to feel certain things... which we call feelings... and we call ourselves independent, even if some of us break the chains of religion and call ourselves non-believers.. right.. we still depend of our nature.. which has us chained to a limited life of needs and hunger.. and sleepiness.. and lack of love..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>e are still slaves of life, we are still slaves of work, religion , music, love, hunger, politics, cancer, aids, sex... we are just slaves.. and only death set us free...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nd</span> then.. we are enslaved by fear.. fear of death, yet the only thing who would set us free... however... human beings fall in love.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">im</span> not sure if its a temporary feeling but it sure does feel good.. but makes us too vulnerable.. it makes our hard as steel ego as soft as bread.. and we easily get pierced by words.. the touch of her skin.... feels so good it almost hurts.. we are sure slaves....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span>m enslaved by the thought that its hard to achieve happiness, and then when you get it.. we feel oppressed by it.. rules, regulations.. when we'll we have our true independence...<br /><br />yet... i will always love, and live for it.. i will always work to live.. ill always try to be better.. and break the chains of the negative.. ill be enslaved by love.. ill be there for who needs me.. ill be there for myself..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-6398556390071705687?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-4995075844065714692007-11-03T23:39:00.000-06:002007-11-03T23:47:08.757-06:00<span style="font-size:180%;">O</span>k i was just bored, and i think this may be funny...<br />Is a list of things you wont ever see in my friends...<br /><br /><ul><li>Ayrton without goatea.. or beard. ( OMG )</li><li>Alan using Converse...</li><li>Larry without that belly..</li><li>Simon Without Blue Jeans... ( It doesnt count if he goes to the beach.. or for events... )</li><li>Adolfo without his Civic ( Dude.. even if its crashed and fucked up.. he cant leave it.. )</li><li>Miguel in Speedo's like his dad.. ( Ewww )</li><li>Daniel with blond hair...</li><li>Saul without a computer.. >.></li><li>Jorge Luis Hating Steven King... yeah.. right..</li></ul><p> </p><p>Ok I cant think of anything else.. maybe ill continue later.. lolz..</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-499507584406571469?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-44830758843683229822007-11-01T00:05:00.000-06:002007-11-01T20:19:13.683-06:00<span style="font-size:180%;">M</span>y Soul is not more than a chest<br />fulled of dreams , wishes and tears<br />where i will treasure your kisses<br />love.. and the rest..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> will mark your name on that chest<br />for it holds more than i can ever long for<br />and if i ever wronged your love<br />forgive me, i was blind and dumb<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span>t takes much more than words to mark<br />my soul your soul and our story<br />but im sure that what i feel now...<br />its more than just a story.. it is hope..<br />no.. it is a love song..<br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">t kiero..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-4483075884368322982?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-38384222440207908672007-10-29T13:18:00.000-06:002007-10-29T13:23:10.507-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RyYyiv2W4YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3HyDnpyjTgs/s1600-h/karina1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126840798349287810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RyYyiv2W4YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3HyDnpyjTgs/s400/karina1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-3838422244020790867?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-83871029322553162622007-10-29T11:06:00.000-06:002007-10-29T11:09:31.426-06:00<span style="font-size:180%;">And then...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Hope</span> Comes and washes away denial and confusion...<br /><br />But hope is nothing more that a fake reality... wich is worse than confusion<br />since you were closer to the truth.. and yet.. Hope would be like Denial of Denying Confusion.. wich at the end is even more confusing... and even more.. when you realize.. it didnt do shit in your life but make you wait for uncertain things...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8387102932255316262?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-10856221617637385532007-10-29T11:01:00.000-06:002007-10-29T11:05:01.520-06:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">No</span>...<br />Never...<br />Always.. Forever..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">C</span>onfusion its a state of mind that reveals what we dont want to know.. and we mix it with denial...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1085622161763738553?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-36442036248177561782007-10-23T20:09:00.000-06:002007-10-23T20:23:06.996-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.aeb.org/Recipes/BasicPreparation/FriedEggs_files/2453_Fried_Eggs_Step_3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aeb.org/Recipes/BasicPreparation/FriedEggs_files/2453_Fried_Eggs_Step_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:78%;">"The best birth Control ever invented.."</span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>ould we ever find a way of actually controlling human instincts or at least supress it someway...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>he Need to Hunt , Kill, and Eat.. to survive.. the need to feel loved.. the need to reproduce..</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span>ts not only Human nature.. its just.. "Nature.."</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span>ts even a need? have you ever asked a chicken if they want to get laid?.. or a Tree..<br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">J</span>ust because they dont answer back doesnt mean they dont do it just for the heck of it...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>nd yet.. we are the uncontrollable humans.. the ones in need of religion to keep our inner animal supressed... thats just stupid.. we even have a need to have unexplainable things.. "explained" ; per se.. Religion.. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span>h Needs... ... yeah everybody needs to eat.. love.. get laid.. punch somebody.. kiss somebody.. cuss someone out.. just for the heck of it.. i dunno im confused.. or just crazy...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">NEED</span></strong> SOMEONE TO EXPLAIN!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">"Humptey Dumptey sat on a Wall, Humptey Dumptey had a fall..</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">... and apparently.. promoted birth control!"</span></em></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/jht/lowres/jhtn115l.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-3644203624817756178?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-46800244637201421972007-10-23T19:48:00.000-06:002007-10-23T20:06:12.016-06:00<em>Thats me trying to get out..</em><br /><em>me trying to stay inside...</em><br /><em>if you cant reach the stars dont hold a grudge..</em><br /><em>the night has fallen, denying day ever existed..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>A Tear falls whenever i poke the memories...</em><br /><em>memories of possible an uncertain future...</em><br /><em>a future that never became reality...</em><br /><em>a reality that we both longed for..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Ill be back for sure..</em><br /><em>keep me close to you..</em><br /><em>keep me inside where its still warm..</em><br /><em>let me be.. let me beat for you.. let me live for you..</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>------------------------------------------</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><strong>Enough of Cheap Poetry...</strong></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Currently listening to the new <span style="color:#ff9900;">Coheed and Cambria</span> Album, its awesome kudos to Claudio, Great j0b!</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>ell.. got news today, the exact date im moving to the capi, <strong>January</strong>....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> guess i dont really have anything to miss here.. but now that i think about it, i might..<br />Yes.. i guess theres a lot to miss.. but i have no time to be nostalgic.. i guess.. i dont have time at all....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> wish i had more to miss.. especially <strong>her</strong>.. which.. i think ill be missing regardless.. heck i already miss her.. Wish i could stay closer to her... but i guess i cant ask for more.. i got the chance i was expecting.. and i plan to take advantage of it...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span>y <strong>Friends</strong>.. i wont ever miss them... they are always with me... it doesnt matter where i am.. they are there..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span>f you read this.. get well soon... i mean it..<br />lo<3 ya!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-4680024463720142197?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-52484773158393914972007-10-17T14:29:00.000-06:002007-10-17T14:36:53.874-06:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >D</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">o we even know..?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Heck.. do we even care?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span>f Course we dont.. thats what existence teaches us.. it doesnt really matter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">where we'll end up, what matters is what we do to make that happen...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>t Least thats what i used to think... now.. i just dont care... it doesnt matter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">how hard we try to get something.. or someone.. if is not destined to happen it just wont..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">So why bother?...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;">J</span>ust for the heck of it.. if its not destined to happen.. i dont care... if thats what i want..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">it will happen!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Goddamn It!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-5248477315839391497?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-90302589726720500722007-07-12T16:39:00.000-06:002007-07-12T16:43:56.110-06:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >W</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ell ill have to Thank LITA for that.. i totally forgot about my Blog..., Guess.. it is still alive lol..! somehow..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >A</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">nyway.. whatever i guess ill continue writing later, when i get this headache off, valium anyone?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-9030258972672050072?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-81482233339561767532007-01-11T17:48:00.000-06:002007-01-11T17:50:40.005-06:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span></span>inally im convinced.. Relationships that are based on Sexual Atraction are longer than Emotional Atraction.. Dunno why , but it seams that way.. if you think that im not right then ...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RabNIREluuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YDn6plsl0UA/s1600-h/you%27re_a_fag1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RabNIREluuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YDn6plsl0UA/s320/you%27re_a_fag1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018924376656296674" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8148223333956176753?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-38471986198330784432007-01-08T21:34:00.000-06:002007-01-08T21:41:23.208-06:00<span style="font-style: italic;"> yeah.. it is a freaking Emo Poem..</span><br /><br />...let my chest swallow the knife of your cold fingers on my skin...<br /> .....let my lips taste the enigmatic juice wich you call sadness..<br />..drowning in sorrow.. tears.. and blood...<br /><br /> ...let me die on your arms...<br /> .....while my tongue tastes my last pint of blood...<br /> ....let the darkness take over me.. theres no time.. hit me now..<br />.. X.. marks the spot..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-3847198619833078443?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-75799952679539702042007-01-03T22:49:00.000-06:002007-01-03T22:55:39.742-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ill miss you so much...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RZyIk_qkz1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fZjoJPy086U/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RZyIk_qkz1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/fZjoJPy086U/s400/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016034254130564946" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y</span></span>ou know.. we didnt spend too much time together.. but still , you got to be a very important part of myself.. is like .. i could count on your shoulder anytime.. anywhere,...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span></span>t'll be hard to fill the hole you left on me.. and i wish i had 100 friends as yourself.. that way i wont need anything else in my life..<br /><br />i love you Daniela Flores, and i hope to See you Soon..<br /><br />Good Luck in Chile..<br /><br />Hugs.. Kisses.. x 100000<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-7579995267953970204?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-34484144132756997212007-01-03T21:34:00.000-06:002007-01-03T21:59:18.263-06:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">J</span>ust got here from hanging around with the guys.. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">im currently listening to : <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Bullet for My Valentine - 4 Words..</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">im kind of tired.. little bit down.. but ok.. alive and breathing..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Now lets see what can i produce from this tired mind , and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">fucked up neurones..<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Y</span>eah so.. as i wander on the streets of my city.. wich is Santiago...<br />i think of what will be of me.. my friends.. in 5 Years..? Time is going on.. so fast..<br />is hard to keep up..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >W</span>e are leaving behind so many things.. we try to live the present.. but we cant take our minds off the future.. and by itself.. or by automatic response.. our brain forgets the past..<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">W</span></span>e are build of our choices.. wich.. by x consecuences.. take us to grow in certain aspects of our lifes.. but still.. the past is very important... what better word of describing the past.. than "scars"...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >S</span>cars.. are left behing by bad moments.. but.. what do good moments leave behind?.. is there really something that should let us find ourselfs in our mind?.. in our inner self?.. what would it be? .. why so many questions?.. how the fuck should i know?.. who fucking cares?.. what ever happened to he-man and the masters of the universe?..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >N</span>ow.. i leave with this question... are we made only of scars?...<br />and ask yourself.. do you want them to heal?.. and forget where you came from?...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RZx7WPqkz0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mIjfb8JCcSQ/s1600-h/hemanfag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lMoqeeJwr20/RZx7WPqkz0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mIjfb8JCcSQ/s320/hemanfag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016019707076333378" border="0" /></a></div>Fuck He-Man..<br />Thanks for reading..<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-3448414413275699721?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-82451702829741495812007-01-02T22:43:00.000-06:002007-01-02T22:50:12.595-06:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Just got home from hanging around with Alan and Daniel.. we been through lots of stuff together.. and i do consider them my friends.. as well as Adolfo, Ayrton, Saul, Miguel, Larry... true friends.. i would only exchange for free sex.. hey.. at least im honest..<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">H</span></span>ow was my day? it was Awesome.. i got promoted like 2 weeks ago, and finally i got a taste of what my new position is..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span></span>y the way... 2 days down.. ( Actually 3 since is like 12:50 am.. ) and 363 to go... cant wait till 2008.. yeah Spiderman 4 and all that..!! the new harry potter movie... automatic condoms and flying cars.. what else can i ask for..?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span></span> mean flying cars would be just lovely.. particulary in my country... where no one respects traffic signs...<br /><br />well that would be all for now..<span style="font-weight: bold;"> bored mode</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">OFF</span></span>.. <span style="font-weight: bold;">sleepy mode</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">ON</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-8245170282974149581?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-15926017290721606452007-01-01T20:54:00.000-06:002007-01-02T22:53:44.751-06:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >A</span>ntes de que continuas leyendo... este entry.. trata de el Amor.. y de que tan traicionero es el corazon.. i know someday ill regret everything ill say here.. but<span style="font-weight: bold;"> fuck THAT...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">R</span>ight now.. im burning in fever.. with a flu.. and a 1000 sword-up-your-ass worth of headache..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span>ove..</span></span>is a beautiful word.. however what it makes us do.. is just plain dumb and stupid.. we give ourselves 100% and sometimes even more.. and for what..? well thats the point.. we dont know .. is just some crazy lottery the Gods play on us to make their bored ( eternal ) lifes a little bit more pleasent..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >T</span>his entry is not for anyone in specific.. but for the whole fucking world who is reading.. yeah well ive been in love a few times.. you can count them with the fingers in just one hand.. and what has happened..? Nothing!!! how grateful!!.. yeah .. Whatever!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">W</span></span>hy is love the freaking word.. most used in music these days..?.. why? .. does it really deserve it? i dont fucking think so.. we should learn something from reggeton and hip hop or rappers.. lets sing to hoes , drugs and money!! at least.. we can see (touch, steal, fuck.. ) them right?!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y</span></span>eah.. im tired of this.. but what hurts me even more is that.. ill continue loving.. ill continue writting about love... or ill die TRYING.. now if you excuse me.. i gotta go write a love song..<br /><br /><br />fuck love..<br />thank you..<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-1592601729072160645?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289428264925013521.post-3417626300178645982006-12-30T10:02:00.000-06:002007-11-21T14:15:39.221-06:00<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" >Y</span>eah well my name is <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Carlos</span>.. i Decided to start this blog because... i was Bored.. yeh.. Bored..,<br />im not gonna give you that bullshit people give you.. to start a blog because the fortune teller told them it was their destiny or whatever..<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" >W</span>ell i was born in <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Dec 24 1985</span> ( sucks to be me ... i know...) and i always wonder.. what makes people think it is actually a good date to be born in... think again.. is not..<br />There was a time when my family started to move around ( my parents settleing down time included me and my sister.. ) , around miami and new york.. but .. for nothing.. since we are back here in DR... is a good country..but im not gonna talk about my country.. not feeling patriotic today......<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" >O</span>h and i do like Music.. i love it.., im in a band right now as a "Singer" is a metal band.. called <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">The Leap</span>... we dont do it for profit.. is very <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">FUN</span>..<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Ok ill continue writting later.. when i feel like it.. this was just some kind of intro.. or whatever the hell it is..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289428264925013521-341762630017864598?l=waterbasedfireworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Waterbased Fireworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865745298338364704noreply@blogger.com0