tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41526802024-03-23T12:03:05.075-06:00intensity embracedwho said it was going to be easy?gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.comBlogger427125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-34011399271472311162008-01-13T00:31:00.000-06:002008-01-13T00:39:00.079-06:00so how is it, the new year, my outlook, my prospectswho the hell cares. no better than last year; I guessed that 2007 was going to be awful, but that turned out to be a bit of an understatement. now from the perspective of my couch, of my vodka and my three-coloured cat, I realize what a huge waste of time last year was. at least for me. same as the year before, and the year before that.some gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-26996047491124053902007-12-09T10:30:00.000-06:002007-12-12T12:09:57.865-06:00stop all the clocks and cut off the telephoneI don't care if I never smile ever again, you know? fuck that. who wants to be fucking happy? not me. besides, my brother is right; it's NOT about being happy. it's about going in and going by and leaving only the bad behind --and not too much of your blood or the blood of others, hopefully.happiness is only something you'll think you remember when the hard days come. you will say, 'oh lo, I wishgaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-18713210818924790632007-11-15T10:23:00.000-06:002007-11-15T10:38:33.613-06:00freddie my lovelove of my life, you hurt meyou've broken my heartnow you leave melove of my life can't you seebring it back bring it back don't take it away from mebecause you don't know what it means to me....you will remember when this is blown overand everything's all by the waywhen I grow older I will be there at your sideto remind you how I still love youI still love yougaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-44406764934342765562007-11-15T01:38:00.000-06:002007-11-15T01:44:03.462-06:00no, More Frustrating. Date #341b422u4great hotel on Reforma, nice tall guy, australian, dinner, drinks, the works. he says I'm beautiful, the red in your hair is so cute! I say ok. we have a nice time.655 songs on the ipod, 36.8 straight days of music, and on the taxi home I hit play and Pictures of You starts playing.FUCK, and I was almost ok for a moment.gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-1004171002286933892007-11-14T00:21:00.000-06:002007-11-14T00:25:26.210-06:00así como el shófol de la ipodia, que se complace en enviarme justo el combo TheCure-DresdenDolls-NinaSimone-James-DamianRice que sin fallos termina por arrancarme lágrimas mientras troto por toda la ciudad bajo este infernal sol de invierno, con el resultado que ando por la calle con una cara de compungida que daría orgullo a magdalena,igual quealguien en eltrabajo dejó ayer por casualidad una gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-64233484480650474192007-11-08T20:21:00.000-06:002007-11-09T01:20:09.529-06:00speaking of dreams, this morning I definitely had my third best dream ever:I'm sitting at a table on a long hotel porch, looking at the ocean, there's a stage behind me, and the cure is playing. they start with 'just like heaven', it sounds so good I start singing with them while I'm staring the sea, and suddenly I realize that robert smith is sitting by my side and singing in my ear, and lookinggaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-22085902266265111912007-11-08T00:55:00.000-06:002007-11-08T21:07:19.225-06:00diez veloces (y aún perplejos) meses más tarde, ésta va para mis padres. papá, sueño contigo en algún punto casi todas las noches, luego despierto y siento siempre la misma estúpida sorpresa...si tú no vuelvesse secarán todos los maresy esperaré sin titapiado al fondo de algún recuerdosi tú no vuelvesmi voluntad se hará pequeñame quedaré aquíjunto a mi perro gato espiando horizontessi tú no gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-45717677830898368012007-10-27T19:50:00.000-05:002007-10-27T20:01:01.661-05:00el nuevo amante es imperturbable y remoto como las nubes en este cielo tan octubre y tan azul. pasa lista como general despótico y no tiene el menor reparo para indicar, señalar, corregir y reprender todo lo que no es de su completo agrado. hablamos y hablamos desde extremos opuestos de su prístino y perfecto sillón, escuchamos música, él me reta un poco, yo lo mando a volar, me pone nerviosa y gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-58315094516914322632007-10-23T01:08:00.000-05:002007-10-23T02:04:36.247-05:00today I missed you so horribly, to be honest these days I spend more time being angry at you than actually missing you, although I do that too, today was the worst though.standing there with the music washing over me, feeling the beat of the bass in my temples and in my heart, and I felt frozen in the midst of thousands of people, my skin broke out in goosebumps, with every cell of my body achinggaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-47304658474562361752007-10-19T03:56:00.000-05:002007-10-23T01:29:50.784-05:00a nameless play and a haikuact ihe enters left, she enters right. they meet at the center of the stage.He: hey I like youShe: yeah, you don't look bad eitherHe: wanna make out?She: ok, but this isn't serious are we clear? no way in hell.next scene, two days later, Him and Her are making out on couch.He: I like you.She: I like you too.He: I love you.She: fuck off, you don't expect me to really believe that.He: I do love yougaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-19161267368298613722007-10-14T02:47:00.000-05:002007-10-14T03:31:37.296-05:00UGGHHHH remember when work wouldn't let me live??I think I would be either a) killing myself, or b) very exalted in the altitude of my person-ness, or in short being horrible either way, if work hadn't already plugged every single sinapsis I have available now --granted I've killed many during the years. so I haven't had much choice but doing the johnnie walker and propelling on.so in the end, gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-87865265199552591832007-10-09T17:29:00.001-05:002007-10-27T20:11:52.001-05:00as my friend said once, after investigating a sharp pain he felt inside his chest: it wasn't sadness but hunger, a sandwich rightly fixed it;in this case it wasn't love you needed but vacation, a couple of fucks fixed it.just like now what I've had for days is a stomachache, definetely not a heartbreak.gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-9330627294550789692007-10-07T02:37:00.000-05:002007-10-07T03:06:41.663-05:00what made you go *SOB* so loud you woke up the dog? today, for me it wasinsecure, what you gonna dofeel so small they could step on youcalled you up, answering machinewhen the human touchis what I needwhat I need what I need what I needwhat I needwhat I need (is you)what I need (is you)and then what made me laugh until I had the hiccups;I love the 'morrisey keeps telling me james blunt is rhyminggaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-20132815122166429892007-10-05T21:22:00.000-05:002007-10-05T21:39:50.435-05:00she who strives to be a dragon -- pompous, NOT.my pretty poney -- horse perverts, go away.the incredible tales of momichi san -- hero of the gallaxy, interstellar pricessstateborough blues -- what would the allman brothers do?glad I'm so sour -- now bilingual! now bilingüe!intensity embraced -- cause who said it was going to be easy?I'm pondering change. we need more music and laughs, and less gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-6237956339933536692007-10-04T00:35:00.000-05:002007-10-31T00:57:37.633-06:00retrospect, bilingual (drafted but unpublished)somos iguales tú y yono cabemos en el mismo versosomos iguales tú y yonos queremos pero no sabemossomos iguales tú y yonos tocamos pero no nos vemossomos iguales tú y yonos extrañamos y aquí estamos...just so you know, I know what you're up to. we're both so much alike, just a pair of motherfuckers. we both mean well, but we're lame and we keep fucking up, and now it's your turn and you're gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-2790581059751543692007-09-27T23:05:00.000-05:002007-10-19T06:32:35.169-05:00oh joy hardly contained!she can be over-the-rainbow happy too...and that, people, IS Daniel Craig playing Lord bleeding Asriel!!! life can be so grand! whee!<< link removed cause it was a pain in the ass, but go here insteadand, for the sake of the geek (me), please answer the quiz, will it please you not?ps wtf (what the fuck) happened to my daemon, who killed it?gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-62979090119402945252007-09-27T02:38:00.000-05:002007-09-27T23:09:49.226-05:00oh babyhere comes the fear againthe end is near againa monkey's built a house on your my backand I can't won't get anyone to come in the sackand here comes another panic attackph here we go againde nuevo, está cabrón, la neta, todo es bien difícil, quiero luchar por ti pero no sé si es lo correcto, ¿me explico? gran parte del tiempo te siento tan, tan lejos....... lejos como en siberia, en gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-10590378855316422522007-09-24T17:23:00.001-05:002007-09-27T23:11:18.513-05:00femina, insana-- the other day I dreamed that my mother, brother, and I were waiting at a table for you and your lot, a family reunion, as it were, you showed up all happiness and smiles, oh la dee la, except you were with your wife, and carried a baby in your arms. 'I had a child, did you hear?' you said with that big smile, and I answered yes, I heard, except I heard you had a boy, and that you're holding gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-54109308556734470232007-09-18T11:30:00.000-05:002007-09-18T11:42:10.213-05:00update: since I never seem to acknowledge good things, I wanted it to be on the record that the ipod, my own, my precious, works wonderfully this morning and all it wants to do is rock.thanks siddharta and the power of visualization, everyone should try it.now I'm off to see if I can visualize myself a little trip to europe...gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-48261411620759289852007-09-17T23:09:00.000-05:002007-09-17T23:56:32.929-05:00yesterday I came up with the great idea of taking a stroll in the early evening, with the pretext of getting some air and looking for an extension cord. the cord I couldn't find, I found plenty of air along with rivers of pouring rain, plus I managed to lose my purse, with my cellphone inside, together with my atm card, my credit card, and the voter's card I had so improbably managed to hold ontogaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-68445186446932128212007-09-14T11:52:00.000-05:002007-09-14T12:02:03.949-05:00fitter, happier, more productive, comfortable,not drinking too much, regular exercise at the gym(3 8 days a week),getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,at ease,eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats), a patient better driver,a safer car(baby smiling in back seat),sleeping well(no bad dreams), no paranoia, careful to all animals(never washing spiders downgaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-81240341150204323922007-09-10T11:26:00.000-05:002007-09-10T11:50:35.130-05:00to those cunts who tried putting a knife to my brother's heart, I curse you once, twice, thrice, and a thousandfold, you and your own; may your hair and teeth go loose and fall off, your eyes get sore and dry, may your feet blister and swell inside your shoes, and may someone step on them repeatedly, may your team always lose at the last minute, may your dog bite your ankles when you pass by, maygaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-24070465082788510002007-09-08T21:33:00.000-05:002007-09-08T23:48:13.444-05:00I think I'm starting to get a glimpse of it, of what life has in store, like my brother that day when I showed at the police station to pick him up, sitting there with an open cheekbone and a spit out or swallow struggle with a few loose teeth. I tried really hard to make it sound sweet when I hugged him and said "welcome to your twenties... everything gets very complicated, very fast." this was gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-62272897541915447922007-08-29T15:13:00.000-05:002007-08-29T23:49:12.983-05:00I keep thinking, I should write more and then I just don't. I guess I'm probably not the first wannabe who just collapses under the amount of time it takes to actually write things down, as opposed to just having an ongoing dictation in my head. my problem is that I am uncapable of short and sweet, which means that I get run over by my complex compound ideas, and I try to mash them over with gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152680.post-31365881035309185722007-08-17T16:18:00.000-05:002007-08-18T03:29:10.395-05:00adoro a mi ipod (favod). estas últimas semanas se ha convertido en casi apéndice, tanto que hasta escucho ruiditos cuando no traigo puestos los audífonos, escucho la música a todo lo que da, creo que un poco fuerte porque veo que los vidrios de las casas vibran a mi paso y al ritmo de mi canción, pero poco me importa. el alivio de poder levantar una muralla de sonido entre el mundo y yo, vale gaby sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06305132262646652315noreply@blogger.com0