Se acaba el 2010

Año de mierda. En todo sentido. Sí, conocí gente que encara, me acerqué a gente que quiero presente en mi vida, pero también perdí muchas cosas, muchas personas, muchas oportunidades, y para terminar incluso más mal, como siempre, todo se viene abajo a último momento.

Y encima a Kyo se le da por pelarse...


Quiero dormir todo el día, despertarme en el 2011 y que se vayan todos a cagar.
Porque sí, el 2011 sólo va a ser peor que el 2010. No me cabe duda.

Pah.

Ni así lográs que te funcione.

On my way back home.

Thank you.

Because if it wasn't for you... where would I be now?

I am sure, I wouldn't even be...

So thank you.


Just Join me on my trip again.

Bring it on.

Oh yeah.

This.

by Yuri

Can you imagine something better?

I can't.

LOLWUT?

I just love to.

Are you awake?

...and i could picture myself falling in love with you...

I am in love with you. I've been in love with you forever, and forever I will be.


Thank you for being here. Or there. Or wherever you are.



I will break your glass box. I promise.

YOU

Because when you think "nothing can go wrong now", everything turned out to be absolutely craptastic. 

Ain't that the art of living?

Family trip fail

"I've found what I've been looking for all this time!" And 30 seconds later I realize how shitty this will be for me. Because you aren't mine, and because you won't be mine, EVER. Because we are apart, because you won't agree with my crazy dreams of a dramatic and complicated relationship, because I'm not in a position of demanding anything.
I just wish it was a love story, more than a mysterious game... Can we make this a love story, please?
Be my Prince Charming, I will be your Snow White. 
I wanna believe again. I wanna love you more than anything, I wanna feel I haven't been wasting my time looking for you. I wanna wait for too damn long months to hold you tight, to kiss you goodnight, to look at you in the eyes and tell you that your words make me happier than anyone ever did. If you just let me...
I fell like I'm obsessed with you now. I feel like there's something wrong with this. 
And I don't want to... I swear, I don't. I'm sorry.

El Buitre.

Hoy quiero hablarles de un ser repudiado por muchos, un ser que abunda estos días, que siempre está presente en las redes sociales, en los eventos, en las fiestas, en las reuniones, en los centros educacionales, en los lugares de trabajo, en la vía pública, en los hospitales, en los medios de transporte colectivo, en el almacén de la esquina... El que comunmente llamamos "buitre". Un buitre, según lo que todos deberíamos saber, es un ave rapaz, se alimenta de carroña (o sea, de animales muertos), son practicamente incapaces de cazar y no lo hacen a menos de que sea muy necesario.

 

Buitre random que encontré y me cayó bien

Pero hay otro tipo de buitre, uno que si bien pertenece al reino animalia, no tiene plumas ni pico, más bien pelos y boca (bien entrenada para decir pelotudeces 24/7), es bípedo y convive con el resto de nosotros, los seres humanos. El baboso, el pesado, el desesperado, el cargoso, el atomizante, el enfermo traumadito con tu amiga/hermana/prima/vecina, o por qué no contigo, querida lectora? Si, ese mismo en el que estás pensando.                                                         

                                                    El buitre.

No es un enamorado, como muchos pensarán, que persiste hasta ganarse el corazón de esa persona que tanto anhela. No. Es un tarado, un tipo desagradable, sin escrúpulos y sin nada de tacto, que busca de cualquier forma y por cualquier método posible acercarse a su objetivo y satisfacer sus propias necesidades fisiológicas sin importar nada. Poco se sabe del criterio que aplica el buitre cuando elige su presa, pero la mayoría de los casos denotan una gravedad tal que pueden llegar a buitrear cosas como esta:

Gorda Nefasta con su toque de Superfiestas.

La edad de sus víctimas suele ser directamente proporcional a la edad que el buitre tenía cuando se dió cuenta de su mala condición física, mental y social, su baja capacidad de adaptación al medio, de cómo esta afecta su desempeño en el ámbito amoroso-sexual y de que todo esto le impide al individuo llegar a desenvolverse naturalmente y con seguridad en presencia de personas del sexo opuesto. La frustración que genera el pensamiento de que nadie lo va a ver como potencial pareja hace que el individuo se convierta en un ser obsesivo, desesperado e indeseable para toda persona con sentido común.

Siempre presentes donde nadie los llama.

Las técnicas más usadas por los buitres son:
- spam compulsivo de comentarios en las fotos que una sube en redes sociales
- stalkeo de cuenta
- sugerir mas bien rogar intercambio de nombre de usuario de IM entre el buitre y su víctima (cuando esto no se consigue por las buenas, el buitre se esfuerza por pedir la dirección a otra persona y la técnica utilizada pasa a ser la siguiente)
- agregar sin permiso a la lista de contactos del msn a su presa y atomizar hasta el bloqueo inevitable 
- acercarse en eventos sociales y hablar trivialidades por no decir pelotudeces que te dan ganas de cortarte las bolas, fritarlas y comerlas al pan con mayonesa sin ser si quiera escuchados
- agregar, agregar y agregar gente a Facebook, Myspace, Fotolog, MSN, Metroflog, Twitter, Formspring, Youtube, "Amigos" en los foros, Red de Windows Live et merda y BUITREAR!

Pero la peor y más temida por todos, la más difícil de evitar, la más difícil de cortar a tiempo, y la más incómoda, por lejos, es:

La técnica del buitreo amistoso que se vuelve enamoramiento.

- Te quiero hermanita

- Mejor amiga

- Esposa

- Nee-chan

- Hija

- Novia de mentira

Et merda.

En conclusión, el buitre es un ser indeseado, que abunda en nuestra sociedad actual y que al parecer, ya no tiene criterio. Sálvese quien pueda.


Disclaimer: Este artículo fue escrito por una mujer, por lo tanto generaliza hacia "el buitre" y no "la buitra", pero créanme cuando les digo que pienso que las mujeres son peores al momento de buitrear.

Buitres

They're everywhere. Waiting. Stalking. Drooling.

Basta. basta con la vida. Basta con los buitres, basta.

And I don't wanna know

So STFU

Again

I'm suffering from post block syndrome. And I can't find GallowS's last release, which is something that really gets me.

Mom is back from her trip to Argentina. She brought me Virginia Slims Superslims, panties, an eau de toilette from J. Del Pozo, called Halloween, and VAUQUITA!! Dear god, this shit is one of the best things Argentina has.

♥ Vauquita ♥

In other news...

Why would someone do something that extreme? ¬¬ I need help.

I'm worshipping you right now.

Y... después de que me diste casi 4000 pesos en medicación, te haría un monumento. Te amooooooooooooooooooooo sos lo más que hay.

Wet dreams.

 I usually DON'T HAVE wet dreams, NEVER. But strangely I had one 2 days ago, and the wet part reduces to 5 words but OH MY GOD it was hot.

Can't wait for thursday.

Buying makes me happy.

I bought a sewing machine (which I had to go change twice now, tomorrow is gonna be the last day I see the delivery van in my life I hope, I really wanna start sewing my designs) a black mini skirt which I already tuned up lol, a very cool black and red striped cutsew with boat neck and an amazing cardigan also in black and red stripes.I'm very happy about it. SOMETIMES after the rain comes the rainbow.

that's the cutsew I mentioned

I tried rice noodles. They're amazing. And I sang Dir en grey's Shokubeni voice solo in a rehersal from UnderaiN and it felt SO GOOD!! I wish I had the ability to sing. I envy people who can sing, even if they sing like shit and their lyrics suck, because I would give up a kidney to have the luck of being able to vomit all this anger, this pain, these feelings I keep locked inside myself.

Closer to Ideal

Day by day I wake up thinking "Today is gonna be a good day" and it always ends up being pure shit. Just like the shit in 2girls1cup. And I've got to swallow it all and pretend I love it, that my life is perfect, that I like myself, that I'm more than a pile of crap. I'm sick of lying and pretending. But I can't stop. And I can't get rid of this. I just hope it doesn't take over me...


The stitches were awesome. Thanks mom.

Despair

I can't do anything more than screaming out my unwanted pain, my despair, my unreachable joy. It's fading, and I know you will never care, you will never see it, you don't give a shit about this flood of tears and blood I spill because of you in the floor.

Where are you? Why aren't you with me now? What is it that I have to do to make you love me the way I love you. Don't you care about what you're doing to me? What you make me do for you? Please, I am begging you to come save me from myself. I'll be killing you over and over again everytime I kill my flesh. Forgive my foolishness, I'm not blaming you for being unaware of my existence. I'm just wishing I could resign to this and let go.

Poupée Girl ♥

 My poupée profile from here

Sayounara no hate- Sadie

Where can I go to?
Does my voice reach you?
In the clear, cloudless sky
I am alone, it tore me apart

Look, if I keep falling
Maybe I can become a little happy
I even forgot what love is
Laughed, because I was torturing myself

I was sick of this hypocrisy
What is it that you want?
My disappeared feelings
Turned into ash as I looked up into the sky

Good-bye my naivety
My sins, my love and my transcience
I woke up, chewing an orange
You held my left hand tight

Where can I go to?
Does my voice reach you?
In the clear, cloudless sky
I am alone, it tore me apart

I was afraid to get hurt and scared of being alone
Now it's raining but it will clear up
Good-bye
Does my voice reach you?

Good-bye my naivety
My sins, my love and my transcience
I woke up, chewing an orange
You held my left hand tight

I was afraid to get hurt and scared of being alone
Now it's raining but it will clear up
Good-bye
Does my voice reach you?

The wonderful days
This is how they all end



I never wanted it to end like this. 

Teriyaki Chicken w/pics!!

Made chicken again!! IT WAS DELICIOUS!!

I'm in love with cooking

Dorayaki!

The anko turned out a little harsh...? but it's delicious anyways!

Teriyaki Chicken!!

It turned out great, but I didn't take any pictures :( Too bad, I wanted to publish them... I will make dorayaki this weekend!! I'm so in love with Japanese food!!

I love making sushi.

Some time ago I found out that I love to cook. Yeah, I love to cook. Especially Japanese food... And for many people, big lunchs or dinners; that's really fun! Today I remembered I had bought some Sushi rice and I had Kanikama and Nori, so I went to Disco Fresh Market in a rush and got all the ingredients I didn't have at home and made a delicious Maki Sushi and some improvised Onigiri with the rice I had left that wasn't enough for a Maki.

The result:

Nori seaweed, Sushi rice, Philadelphia cheese, Crab & Salmon Kanikama

Tomorrow I might make Teriyaki chicken, I love cooking!!

Damn

I can't dress up my poupee, IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!

KKR~

Rape me now please.
Ok thanks bye.

I've just found out

That Daisuke from Kagerou and The Studs is dead. R.I.P.







I liked Kagerou :(

Broken hearted.

It turns into ashes and it's blowed by this everyday cold wind.



It was your choice to let go.

Los altos gatos

And the mental masturbation.

OMG

I have Post Block Syndrome.

Lacrimosa live @ La Trastienda Club Montevideo.

23/09/10, one of the best days of my life.

Tilo Wolff, I loved meeting you. It was amazing, thank you.

Blind Killer

Killing the sadness with unloaded weapons
Two hearts separated by time
Hurting each other with unspoken words
He screams out his madness
And reached her ears like a bullet

The understanding is more than necessary
But his blinded eyes can't stare at the truth
Take this wound as a prove, a compensation
Scratching the chest of death with a smile on your lips
Slashing my body with tears in my cheeks

The corruption of love bonds us

Killing time without hesitation
She stared at his old pictures and moans
A rage unleashed revealing his true feelings
Can't staend the smell of forgiveness

If reality is about pain and longing, I choose to lie and smile
Nothing happened, it's never time to say goodbye
If nothing happens I can hold you and fall asleep in your arms

The understanding is more than necessary
But his blinded eyes can't stare at the truth
Take this wound as a prove, a compensation
Scratching the chest of death with a smile on your lips
Slashing my body with tears in my cheeks

Embracing death at night is what keeps me from dying
Slash my body while it's eaten by insects, I will scratch your chest of putrefaction.

Your revenge is my happiness.

Once more I failed.

Discovering the meaning of life costed me 4 dollars, but I always end up forgetting my amazing findings.

My deformed eyes.

Poupée Girl annoys me

I ALWAYS get the worst items ever.

Fuck

I'm not paying 48 dollars to get the same crap I already paid 48 dollars for.

I'm sick of you.

Why do you have to mess it all up everytime we talk?












What makes me stay with you? Why can't I go on?

Ayuda

Me encanta.

I hate it．

I hate when I wait for something for a loooong time and arrives as something unexpected.

"I know it's wrong, let's keep it a secret"

She woke up freezing in a bed that wasn't hers. Her tongue tastes blood and semen in her bruised lips.
Tries to move but both hands ands legs were tied up. Her eyes are blurry, she wants to scream but her voice was stolen... -Just lie there, like garbage, noone can help you, don't make it harder...- they kept repeating, as they grab a gun and point her in the forehead, as tears fell from her eyes, silently...
"Don't move, you only make it more painful" they kept repeating, as they raped her helpless body over and over. They hit her head until she fell asleep, unconcious.
That way they kept her quiet.

It's been almost 3 hours now and there she lies, hoping she was just dreaming.
But once again, she woke up freezing in a bed that wasn't hers.
This time she only tasted blood , her lips are swollen. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was alone now. She heard footsteps outside. Tried to fake it but they already know she's awake.
Tried to scream but her voice was stolen, her eyes are glassy, but this time she's ready, she'll stay still and make it easier, maybe that way they let her go...

"You seem to enjoy it, you quit struggling, let's do it harder then, I bet you'll like it" they said.
And ripped off her wounded body again. Over and over...
Tears fall from her eyes silent as the moon rises. Not a sound.

She wants to give up...

It's all dark, as dark as it was when she arrived there. She is being released but as she wakes up, she's pushed against a wall and grabbed by her streghtless arms.
"Get out of here bitch, you're worth nothing. Get your stuff and fade away forever" And they laughed.

Couln't cry, couldn't laugh, couldn't smile, couldn't shout.
But she could go... or so she thought.

"Let's give her a goodbye present, something to remeber us". As they laughed they hit her, over and over. They pulled her inside an old car and drove away from the place that will haunt her forever in her sleep. They left her where they found her. In that dark corner, away from any kind eyes that would see her when she was dragged and pushed into that old car...

She now walks back home, alone at 1.28 am, hoping she would wake up the next day and find out it was just a horrible nightmare...

Can I wake up now?

Please... I wanna wake up...

Please...

Ass raper dreamer

I take a look at the past week
While taking a hot shower
When I used to sell the body for a dream
I didn't realize it wasn't true
So kept wishing and biting my nails

Just a little more and I will be there
It's not happening
Scratching the walls, selling the body
For the dream that never comes true

Fooled by you, toyed with, ass-raped
I, left alone in the darkness
Cry for the last hope, the dream
That never comes true

Sell the body, sell the dignity
Give up the choice, give up the dignity
Leave behind the dream, leave behind the dignity
It's not happening

The ass-raped dreamer

Requecheando

Can you fill this out without lying?
I don't know I still haven't read the questions.

What's the last thing you put in your mouth?
Hamburguer.

Have you ever kissed anyone named Mathew?
No.

Where was your default picture taken?
I don't remember, I guess my room or something.

Can you play guitar hero?
Not really.

Last time you walked further than a block?
Today...

When was the last time you saw number 3 on your top friends?
What are you talking about? Thhis is for Myspace I suppose, so number 3 is... Kira I think, so today.

You could move somewhere else, would you?
¬¬ Of course.

Ever been kissed under fireworks?
I don't remember, but I doubt it.

Do you believe ex's can be friends?
Yeah, after at least a couple years or if I'm not interested anymore... otherwise, it hurts.

Do you like calling or texting better?
Calling.

How do you feel about Diet Dr Pepper?
What? There's no DrPepper here in Uruguay ¬¬

When was the last time you cried really hard?
Monday I think.

Where is your biological father right now?
In his computer chair sitting in front of the monitor like hypnotized.

Where are you at right now?
My room, in front of the pc.

What bed did you sleep in last night?
Mine.

Who took your profile picture?
I did.

Was yesterday better than today?
That kinda depends.

Can you live a day without TV?
Yeah...

Are you mad about anything?
Everything makes me mad lately.

Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?
No.

Night out or night in?
Depends.

Would you share a drink with a stranger?
Probably not.

Have you ever thrown shoes on a telephone wire?
I don't sell drugs anymore.

What does the last text message in your inbox say?
"I'll stop by for a while to say hi, ok?"

How do you feel about your life right now?
I hate it.

Do you hate anyone?
Too many people maybe.

Do you talk dirty to people?
¿?

Will you have a valentine this year?
Not really...

Can you easily tell if someones fake?
Yeah sometimes...

How's your heart?
Shitty.

Has anyone ever called you perfect before?
Yes, everyone makes such mistakes.

What song is stuck in your head?
Inconvenient Ideal

Wanna have kids before you’re 30?:
I don't know, that depends on my partner (if he is "the one").

Name something you have to do tomorrow?:
Sleep?

Can you whistle?
Not really.

Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?
Side.

What gets in your way of your sleeping?
The hole in the matress.

Are your eyes the same color as your mom's or dad's?
I don't know... who cares?

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
Yeah I guess...

Do you think too much or too little?
Too much.

Do you smile a lot?
No, just the necessary.

Are you happy with your life?
No.

Can you handle the truth?
I tend to get mad but yeah.

Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday?
Not EVERY day... but mostly yes, more than 8.

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?
Not really...

Is there something you always wear?
Yeah, underwear for example... and my necklace :3

What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Having dinner.

Have you ever crawled through a window?:
Yeah hahaha.

Do you like yourself?
That depends.

Have you ever dyed your hair?:
Yes, constantly.

Are you wearing a necklace?
Yes, Kaoru's necklace, all the time.

Are you an emotional person?
Yes

What's something that can always make you feel better?
Dir en grey, talking shit about others, eating, shopping.

Will this weekend be a good one?
I better have a nice weekend or next week you'll see (?).

What do you want right now?
Hold Kyo really tight?

Look behind you, what do you see?
Kyo

Have you ever worked in a food place?
No.

Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?
Going to the doctor?

Does anyone know your Myspace password?
Yes, unfortunately.

Have you dated anyone on your top 8?:
I have 5 friends in my top list, and haven't dated any of them.

I am back .3

to disturb you.

Yuri

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, you're not alone. I'll be here as long as you need me to, as long as you want me to.


Thank you.

Zakuro

a voice screaming out your name
surely it will not reach you my voice
but for now, I am okay
someday in my heart, you will..

tonight, too, I will dream a dream of you
beneath my pillow I placed your letter
my dream is too cruel my breathing interrupted
always, at 4:30am I awaken in pain

the time is too long
the time is too painful
the dream will not stop
my love is frozen, dead
on this cold evening
so, in this long night

my conciousness is torn apart
becoming tiny pieces
my memories scattering
your ring I grasp it as tightly as I can
my tears soaking my pillow

like I cannot hear blocked up my ears
your voice..
the scar on my wrist
increasing once more
melting into the wound you

I am broken the letter burnt becoming ashes
I am broken my heart broken becoming ashes
I am broken I lost you I love you



life is SO FUCKING UNFAIR.

Unnamed

Here lay the remains of my coherence, ashes of my decency,
leftovers of my walls
Isolated, the reflection in the mirror,
In this empty room desire overflows
Dreaming

Alone, in this room I am waiting, trashing out a pretty butterfly,
bleeding out, turning into a broken doll
Now is being destroyed, past has been repeated, tomorrow will be blurred
My slashed heart slowly dies, crawling to oblivion

Alone, in this room I waited for so long, trashed out so many pretty butterflies
I bled out, I turned into a broken doll
It has been destroyed, it has been repeated, it is now blurred
My slashed heart dies slowly, crawling to oblivion

Hypnotized, I stare at the bloody sheets and floor
The smell of decomposition from what I loved and hated the most impregnates

Forever in sick love with my own suffering.



Koko de, ikkan no ato, tsujitsuma no nagori, teisai no nokorimono iru da
Koritsujita, kagami no kage wo mita
nani mo nai heya ni nozomi wo afuru
Yume mite iru da

Hitori de, kono heya ni matteiru, kireina chou wo kowaru
shukketsu suru, KUDAKETA DOORU ni natte iru
Ima ha kowaru, mukashi ha kurikaesu, ashita wa fumeryouna ni nare
Kirikizu kokoro ga yukkuri shinde iru, tamashii ga boukyaku ni mogurikomu

Hitori de, kono heya ni nagaku machikutaberimashita, takusan no kireina chou kowarimashita,
shukketsu suru, KUDAKETA DOORU ni narimashita
Ima ha kowarimashita, mukashi ha kurikaesshimashita, ashita wa fumeryouna ni narimashita
Kirikizu kokoro ga yukkuri shinde iru, tamashii ga boukyaku ni mogurikomu

Utsutorisaseru, chi no iro wo shite iru yuka to shiitsu wo mitsumete
Daisukina, daikiraina mono no fuhai nioi ha hirogaru

Eien ni jibun no kunou,
daraku shita kokoro ubawareru

Zomboid

Licked by the Nurse Cosplayer,
I can't hold it in, it's time to ejaculate
spattering slimy on to your face.

It only lasted five minutes but,
it was a pleasure, a trip, a trap, an S trip.
running gooey into your mouth.

The S&M Porno's of the 80's were my adolesence.
Midori, Eri, Ai, Jyun.
The blurred out bits got in the way, frustrated and pissed me off.

Now even I'm all grown up.
These days I've stopped just watching the videos,
now I go to specialty pervert shops.
I'm hot and horny for little Alpine Heidi.

At the small park in front of Shinjuku Gyoen
on the fourth floor of the Gotanda Building.
my eyes were opened anew, unable to look away.

It's too late to think that I can be Bisexual now,
so I rid myself of the thought.
Addicted to the male sexual organ. Licking up the goo.

Sweet my Honey

High Trance Play.




Gosh... How can you not love him?

Dreaming

I wish that embrace would've lasted forever. Your soft skin wrapping my shaking body... Together, in that bed, reading the letters.

I always long you, and I know I can never have you.
You think I'm just like the others.
I wish I could show you how wrong you are...

Kasumi

Please don't open the door again ¬¬












She's gonna kill me.

My love...

I hate when you wanna go faster, but I hate it even more when you're completely still.

Today

I've been missing you more than ever. Where are you, my dear friend?






You will keep missing these last days and regretting not having the time to enjoy it.








It slowly gets colder in here.

Hello world.

You realize there's something wrong when you hysterically stab a mango.

演技性人格障害

Sometimes, it's an accurate diagnosis.

We're all crazy, right?

Trastorno	Grado
Paranoide	ALTO
Esquizoide	MODERADO
Esquizotipico	MODERADO
Histrionico	ALTO
Antisocial	ALTO
Narcisista	MUY ALTO
Limite	MUY ALTO
Obsesivo	BAJO
Dependiente	MODERADO
Evitador	ALTO

Test de trastorno de la personalidad

It's not medicine anymore, it's fashion baby.