Mi burbuja

taken from mina_murray

Everyone should have a significant other as loyal and devoted as you. Even though you were born to be a star and shine in the limelight, you remember that the people around you are just as important as you are. Your first instinct is to take care of the people in your life, whether it's your family, your team, your unit, or your friends. Some might call you a natural leader.

In fact, you're almost too good to be true. Hard-working but not obsessive; thoughtful but not wallowing in angst; open-minded but also practical, principled but still pragmatic.

Where things start to go wrong for you, probably, is that you'retoo nice. People take you for granted, play on your sympathies, or manipulate you by tapping in to your love of being the center of attention. You need to stop being other people's punching bag and start looking out for Number Frakking One once in a while.



Not that ia folow teh series as intently as her, but.. I love quizzes :P

Reading the last Teen titans (that really made no sense whatsoever, I don't know what the writter was thinking) I came upon this pair of pages:
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That reminded me a lot of this other page here, back in the good old Young Justice days (man, how do I miss Peter David):
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So, what the heck is that? Homage? copy? Or more likely a lazy and lousy writer?

I mean, even if the situation is really similar -the most "prone-to-get-evil" member of the group looks for Robin (whom she is not-so-secretly in love with) and asks for his help in a not quite legal operation-, Peter David had a point in saying that taking someone guilty out of prison was perhaps too black a grey. Meanwhile, Robin not wanting to forge some papers? Tim "I made up a fake uncle" Drake? It's just stupid. I don't see Tim or Bruce (or even Clark "I'm going to adopt a kid from krypton" Kent) having any problem (moral or whatsoever) in forging some papers for their martian friends. So it's out of character, to say the least.

That said, the Titans had been so bad a title since OYL that the current arc is nearly good.

Please, Mr DC, put your Monkey in any other title.

Last night I had a weird dream.

I've dreamt about a man, old, but not ancient. Like Obi Wan in episode 4 or perhaps more like Sean Connery in the Highlanders. He was old, but one could see he was well fitted, strong, and a good fighter. He wore a bo and he was walking through the forest. A really thick rain forest.

Somehow I knew he was not exactly alone. Somewhere was a younger man, an evil one, for his face and eyes were cruel, who also carried a bo and was looking for the same thing thatn him.

But the older man arrived the first to the tower. It was some kind of temple or sacred tower, in ruins, and he had to enter and it would make everything right. I din't know exactly what was at stake, but I somehow knew he was protecting someone else and that lots of lives depended of him entering the tower.

But then the younger men arrived and they fought. It was an easy fight and the older man won. So he began walking to the tower.

Afeter a pair of steps, the younger man appeared again, as fresh and ready as the first time, as if he had never fought the man before. That time it was harder to win and the older man lost his bo and was hit real bad before finally winning, this time letting the younger man unconscious, bleeding and weaoponless.

He faced the tower ready. He had won and he was going to fulfil his destiny and make everything right again. he walked the last steps to get to the door..

And then the young man appeared again, fresh and ready, as if they had never fought before. But the older man was now tired and hurt and weaponless and the younger man was stronger this time. And it was not fair, because he had fought so hard to get there. he had won twice already adn he was just by the door. But he was going to die because the younger man was cheating somehow, or perhaps just because he was older... He was dying and it was not fair.

And then I've woken up, all uneasy and feeling like crying and I'm glad I woke up, because I'm still sure he was going to die and I didn't want to see it.

Dead key, rusty flowers. by ~pueyo on deviantART

With this and more!!

^^

I m'ha fet molta gracia que algú que no em coneix escrigui una caçó que em defineix tant be XDDDD


Se'm moren les plantes
Se'm moren les plantes,
no puc fer-hi res
Per molt que les regui
Se'm panseixen al cap de pocs dies
i no en sé el perquè.

Se'm moren les plantes no ho puc evitar
Per molt que m'hi esforci
Alguns diuen que és el canvi de clima
però jo sé que no és veritat.

Em posen a prova perquè saben com sóc
Que no toco de peus a terra,
que quan se'm demana no hi sóc.
Que tot el que creix mor poc a poc.

Quan la constància flaqueja
Si et distreus perds el nord.

Se'm moren les plantes
i em poso molt trist,
Però no perdo l'esperança
Compro llavors al florista cada matí.

Lletra i música Jaume Pla (La Alegría de la Huerta)

Cuando pienso en tu vida y la mía
y las sombras me rozan la piel,
una voz me murmura al oído:
"déjala, no la puedes querer."


Yo le doy la razón pero luego
no consigo ocultar la verdad,
y otra voz , más profunda, me dice:
"nunca vas a poderla olvidar."


No conozco la sierra sin nieve,
no comprendo el invierno en abril,
sin poesía no sufro la noche,
no me explico la vida sin tí.

Y si en este mar de mis dudas
no consigo olvidarme de ti,
seguiré el camino marcado
y mi existencia sin ti.


(No sé bien de quien es este poema, pero lo he leído hoy y es precioso, o sea que ahí va)

“We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren’t happy. Something’s missing.”

Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury


Today, while I read the paper, this quote just popped up. And I just know it's true. We as a society, are not happy. Of course, there must be someone out there who is. There's always a exception to confirm the rule, but as a whole, we are not happy. We are content most of the time, pletoric sometimes, in this tiny little moments of true bliss, and, if we are really lucky, we can even achieve peace of mind. But we are not happy. Perhaps we aren't meant to be happy. Perhaps we killed happiness when we decided that only being the best, only achieving more than the rest, could a person be a winner. Perhaps, as I've always felt in my gut, we have mistaken personal gain with happiness and now we don't know our way back.

Perhaps those that claim that happiness is just a void word and doesn't exist are right.

Perhaps.

Mind you, We are not unhappy either. We, as a whole, as there might be exceptions again, can't live in a state of perpetual sadness. That would only drive as mad. I know. So we can't say we are unhappy, because... well... You know what I mean. Even those broken hearts of the worst shape (thousands and thousands of little pieces scattered all over) can feel elated by the wind in their face, the sun high up in the sky, the birds singing to welcome spring...

In spain we say "Despues de la tormenta, siempre llega la calma", after a storm, everything goes calm. But it's also said that perfect calm preceeds the worst of storms. So? That's how we are supposed to live? Blessing the few quiet calm moments, knowing a storm will come for sure? Facing the storm the best we can, knowing it's going to end sooner or later?

Sounds fair enough to me.

Perhaps it's not happiness, perhaps it is and we can't recognize it after all these years of waiting (like Penelope, who couldn't recognize his husband at first).

Anyway, perhaps I'm wrong and people is happy all over and it's just me that can't see it. So don't mind me much and be happy. Or just content, whatever suits you best. I will keep searching.

¡ Arriba, parias de la Tierra !
¡ En pie, famélica legión !
Atruena la razón en marcha :
es el fin de la opresión.
Del pasado hay que hacer añicos.
¡ Legión esclava en pie a vencer !
El mundo va a cambiar de base.
Los nada de hoy todo han de ser.
Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.
Ni en dioses, reyes ni tribunos,
está el supremo salvador.
Nosotros mismos realicemos
el esfuerzo redentor.
Para hacer que el tirano caiga
y el mundo siervo liberar,
soplemos la potente fragua
que el hombre libre ha de forjar.
Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.
La ley nos burla y el Estado
oprime y sangra al productor;
nos da derechos irrisorios
no hay deberes del señor.
Basta ya de tutela odiosa,
que la igualdad ley ha de ser:
" No más deberes sin derechos,
ningún derecho sin deber "
Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la Internacional.

(La Internacional)

Porque en lugar de dormir más o irnos a la playa, hoy (y siempre) deberíamos estar todos ahí, reunidos, recordando al empresario y al estado que somos una clase madura, que somos más, que vayan con cuidado. A las buenas, todos salimos ganando. A las malas... ellos tienen más que perder que yo.

¡¡Viva la revolución popular!!

robado de kmiya

INSTRUCCIONES: Marca con una 'x' las cosas estúpidas que te han pasado, pon como título 'he realizado 'numero' de 41 cosas estúpidas y luego taggea a 5 personas.

( he realizado 24 de 41 cosas estúpidas )

taggeo a... todo el que quiera, en serio... que no quiero pensar XD

"Ya no te miro."
Mentira
"Ya no te busco."
Mentira
"Ya no me dueles."
Mentira.
"Ya no te quiero."
Oh, mentira, vil mentira.
"Ya no me muero por tu exclusiva."
Mentira, mentira, mentira.

El problema de mentirse a uno mismo
es que al final siempre salta la liebre.

Y digo yo,
¿quién se va a tragar mis mentiras si no yo?
Pues ya ves,
ya ni esas me trago.

Debería dejar de jugar a contar mentiras.
Al final, ¿sabes qué?
Resulta que nunca son verdad.