hoy creo que llegué...
me siento rara...
recuerdo cosas y me río sola...
moría por ir hoy a L.A. a ver a b.e...
Julio Galán por poco me hace llorar...
Mou me hace felíz...
siento que me tengo que platicar cosas...
entre cerveza y marihuana disfrazada de cigarrillo platico y no me escuchan...
tengo a una persona favorita en abrazos...
Monterrey es bien fresa...
tuve 2 lindos días...
quiero regresarme a Monterrey...
quiero perder mi vuelo camino a casa...
Mouuuuuuu!...
mocos aguados en mi hombro...
calle 13 es bien padre...
en las fotos prohibido salir yo por que se hacen feas...
tengo que ahorrar...
estando en el aeropuerto en la sala de espera, pensaba, y si no regreso hoy?
hay no se si es verdad todo lo que vivo...
quiero que sea verdad todo lo que vivo...
quiero despertar y que esté entre 4 paredes de madera muriendo de frío y que no pueda hacer ruido por que puedo despertar a mi vecino...
quiero doritos pizzerolas con salsa amor y mucho limón...
quiero que nohemí pregunte algo y yo contestar si y despues sonreir...
quiero ver a dave y decirle en cuanto llegué no me conecté!!!...
tengo una nueva camiseta bien linda con un quequi colmilludo...
ver a Mou...
abrazar a Mou...
besos a Mou...
ya no quiero ser cursi...
voy a ver a los Carlos ahorita...
me voy a bañar ahorita..
jajajaja cerré los ojos y ví a una persona...
ando maaaal!...
anyways ya me voy...
ehmm ya dije que quiero a Mou?
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
no-sí-no...
déjame crecer a mi propio paso, un paso adelante al tuyo,quedaste atrás, ó, quizá, guardado en la bolsa izquierda de mi blusa verde con puntitos minis blancos que tanto odias...Mentiría al decirte que no quiero nada y perdería al decirte que quiero todo, adios al drama bienvenido dramático...
Sunday, September 23, 2007
mr.n!
no se que es peor, no despedir a alguien o despedirlo...
hoy me lamento no decir adios ayer... bien como sea ya quiero que vengas por mi en octubre y que platiquemos hasta quedarnos secos y que te rias de mi cuando te canto mi rap cursi...
Littlest Things
Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs
All the play fighting
All the flirtatious disses
I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We’d spend the whole weekend
Lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy
In your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?
Drinkin’ tea in bed, watchin’ DVD’s
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You’d take me out shopping
And all we’d buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could tell that I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do
There’s no-one in the world who could replace you
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?
hoy me lamento no decir adios ayer... bien como sea ya quiero que vengas por mi en octubre y que platiquemos hasta quedarnos secos y que te rias de mi cuando te canto mi rap cursi...
Littlest Things
Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs
All the play fighting
All the flirtatious disses
I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We’d spend the whole weekend
Lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy
In your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?
Drinkin’ tea in bed, watchin’ DVD’s
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You’d take me out shopping
And all we’d buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could tell that I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do
There’s no-one in the world who could replace you
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
ya pasaron esos años
recordando a carcajadas, buenos amigos, teniamos siempre los mejores playlist, me invitabas a jugar a ser locutor, escribimos miles de "canciones"... Escondernos de la gente en medio de ella era lo mejor...faltar a la prepa y no hacer nada? ja!...Ayer no me dejabas dormir, entre corajes mal pagados y esas cosas tu mail hizo ya mi día, DISCULPA! viste que hasta te puse el video?
NOS VEMOS NOS VEMOS NOS VEMOS!!!
99-06
NOS VEMOS NOS VEMOS NOS VEMOS!!!
99-06
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