Mandalieth

Alone

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 18:40:23 GMT

When I walk alone, I think of you my love
When I walk alone, I walk with broken heart
When I walk alone, I walk with sadness
When I walk alone, I walk with my silent tears
When I walk alone, I walk with my sorrow
When I walk alone, I walk with my sad memories
When I walk alone, I walk with my shattered dream
When I walk alone, I walk with my hands lifeless
Love never walks alone but you made me walk alone
You promised me that you will walk with me forever
but you made me walk alone with my tears forever
When the heaven stolen you from me yesterday
All your promises are gone with the wind
Today, You made me walk alone with out you my love
and I promise you, I will walk alone till my journey ends

Taken from http://buster.mylix.net/?itemid=5

A Gadget Lover's New Year's Resolutions

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 21:03:32 GMT

By Rob Beschizza

In the effervescent spirit of the first dawn of 2007, Gear Factor presents its New Year's Resolutions for gadget addicts. Always remember: the corrolary of "don't think about it, just do it," is "do what I say, not what I do."

• I will not spend more than $100 on a phone.
• I will never again be fooled by rebates.
• I will stream video wirelessly from my home media server to my television this year!
• I will wait for the IEEE to officially certify 802.11n as a standard before plunking down any more cash on 802.11n devices.
• I will build my own PC with (list of dream components)...
• I will build my own PC with (junk already present in closet) and donate it to charity.
• I will stop putting used CRT monitors on the side of the road and start using the manufacturer's free disposal service.
• I will not buy an iPod.
• I will change my password from "password" to a random 13 character string including at least one number and one symbol.
• I will read Gear Factor everyday.

EXTRA! Wired News Blogs supremo Joel Johnson submits further imperatives by which you are now bound.

• I will stop having to push buttons to sync my data between my phone, web, and PC.
• I will keep all my data on RAID.
• I will try to find a movie download service as comprehensive and easy as Bit Torrent.
• I will ask Logitech why any keyboard would ever need to reboot itself.
• I will develop a method for automagically beaming my DSLR images to Flickr.
• I will purchase a phone that also doubles as an EV-DO modem instead of having two devices.

http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2007/01/a_gadget_lovers.html

♥

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 04:10:22 GMT

Yesterday

is already

a dream and

tomorrow is only

a vision, but today

well-lived makes every

yesterday a dream of

happiness and every

tomorrow a vision

of hope.

~Sanskrit Proverb

Words of Advice from Bill Gates

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 03:59:01 GMT

Life is wonderful, but it is also challenging at times. The following advice comes from one of the most successful businessman in history, Bill Gates. He recently told a group of high schoolers about 11 things they did not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a full generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world. I want all of you to be very successful, so consider some of his words:

Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it.

Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make 40 thousand dollars a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone, until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. He doesn't have tenure.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping; they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you are. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parents' generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers but life has not. In some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

--There may be virtual reality, but there is no such thing as virtual happiness--

~Bill Gates

Taken from http://www.eslmonkeys.com/student/storyroom/story.php?id=17

Communication

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 21:40:24 GMT

For 27 years I’ve been trying to believe and confide in
Different people I’ve found.
Some of them got closer than others
And someone wouldn’t even bother and then you came around
I didn’t really know what to call you, you didn’t know me at all
But I was happy to explain.
I never really knew how to move you
So I tried to intrude through the little holes in your veins
And I saw you
But that’s not an invitation
That’s all I get
If this is communication
I disconnect
I’ve seen you, I know you
But I don’t know
How to connect, so I disconnect

You always seem to know where to find me and I’m still here behind you
In the corner of your eye.
I’ll never really learn how to love you
But I know that I love you through the hole in the sky.

Where I see you
And that’s not an invitation
That’s all I get
If this is communication
I disconnect
I’ve seen you, I know you
But I don’t know
How to connect, so I disconnect

Well this is an invitation
It’s not a threat
If you want communication
That’s what you get
I’m talking and talking
But I don’t know
How to connect
And I hold a record for being patient
With your kind of hesitation
I need you, you want me
But I don’t know
How to connect, so I disconnect
I disconnect.

~The Cardigans

PART THREE: Love

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 10:13:26 GMT

XV
’T WAS a long parting, but the time
For interview had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another’s eyes.

No lifetime set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born everlasting now.

Was bridal e’er like this?
A paradise, the host,
And cherubim and seraphim
The most familiar guest.

XXII
I GAVE myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way.

The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, ’t is mutual risk,—
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.

XXXIV
WHAT if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshly gate
And pass, escaped, to thee?
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me,—that ’s enough,—
And wade in liberty?

They cannot take us any more,—
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a travelling show,
Or who died yesterday!

XXXV
PROUD of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.

XXXVII
LOVE is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

XLVII
HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!

L
NOT with a club the heart is broken,
Nor with a stone;
A whip, so small you could not see it,
I ’ve known

To lash the magic creature
Till it fell,
Yet that whip’s name too noble
Then to tell.

Magnanimous of bird
By boy descried,
To sing unto the stone
Of which it died.

LI
MY friend must be a bird,
Because it flies!
Mortal my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a bee.
Ah, curious friend,
Thou puzzlest me!

LII
HE touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast.
It was a boundless place to me,
And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I ’m different from before,
As if I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal gown;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured now
To tenderer renown.

~Dickinson, Emily. The complete poems of Emily Dickinson. Boston: Little, Brown, 1924; Bartleby.com, 2000. www.bartleby.com/113/.

Left and Right Hand

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 10:47:30 GMT

Your left hand sees red and thinks roses...

Your right hand sees red and thinks wine.

Your left hand believes in shining armor...

Your right hand hand thinks knights are for fairy tales.

Your left hand says, "I love you." ...

Your right hand says, "I love me, too."

Women of the world, raise your right hand...

~Taken from an add on Lucky Magazine "A Diamond is FOREVER" Diamond Trading Company

Most of the things I think about THAT, are already said...

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 18:26:48 GMT

Cowards do not count in battle; they are there, but not in it.
Author: Euripides

It began of nothing and in nothing it ends. [Lat., Et redit in nihilum quod fuit ante nihil.]
Author: Caius Cornelius Gallus

Brave men are brave from the very first. [Fr., Les hommes valeureux le sont au premier coup.]
Author: Pierre Corneille

Fortune and love favour the brave. [Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Author: Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.
Author: Mahatma Ghandi

I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.
Author: Fitz-greene Halleck

All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.
Author: Robert Southey

I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to.
Author: Pink Floyd

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!
Author: William Shakespeare

Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference.
Author: Libbie Fudim

Love is lost in men's capricious minds, but in women s, it fills all the room it finds.
Author: John Crowne

You don't know what power you have until you make choices in a hard time. -Lord Dragnys.
Author: Lord Dragnys

A prince never lacks legitimate reasons to break his promise.
Author: Niccolo Machiavelli

Women's propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.
Author: Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

A lover tries to stand in well with the pet dog of the house.
Author: Lisa Moriyama

Nature gave us one tongue and two ears so we could hear twice as much as we speak.
Author: Epictetus

If I had my life to live again. I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.
Author: Tallulah Bankhead

Crónica de una obsesión

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 22:09:50 GMT

Recomendación para leer:

NO ES SED NI DESEO

De lo que ya no se está a tiempo es de esperar..... Reconozco que nunca he sabido apreciar la diferencia entre orgullo y dignidad..... Sí me va a llamar. Lo hará, tarde o temprano, y utilizará ese tono tan conocido de culpabilidad, "no te puedes creer cuánto lo siento, ha sido un fallo imperdonable, espero que no me lo tengas en cuenta, es que estoy muy liado, tú sabes cuánto te aprecio..." Pero me gustaría que me lo demostrara con hechos, no con palabras. Y, si al menos fuera con palabras, que éstas no llegaran por teléfono cada tres o cuatro meses..... Quedar como buenos amigos para que, si alguna vez nos vemos, podamos decirnos sin remordimientos "hay que ver, cuánto tiempo..." Es la forma cobarde de terminar sin dar la cara. "No me llamaste. Sí... tú a mí tampoco"... Perdido para siempre..... No. Lo malo, lo todavía peor, es que se le pasan los días y las noches sin acordarse ni un solo instante de mí. Estoy segura de que no quiere perderme, pero hoy por hoy no formo parte de su vida. Ni siquiera de un minuto de su vida..... Voy a esperar sentada, sin mover un dedo para ponerme en contacto con él, a pesar de mis noches de insomnio..... La obsesión y el orgullo van siempre de la mano..... Dice Nietzsche que con todos los grandes embusteros se produce un hecho digno de notar al que deben su poder. En el acto concreto del engaño se ven poseídos por una fe en sí mismos: es esto lo que llama la atención de una forma tan milagrosa y tan poderosa a la gente que les rodea. Quizás fue eso lo que siempre le protegió.....Mi obsesión se desmorona, porque ya no quiero su presente, sino que añoro su pasado. Y todo eso no sé si me llena o me deja totalmente vacía..... Hace unos años me preguntaba qué podía esperar de él. Afecto, cariño, amistad, complicidad... Recuerdos. Buenos recuerdos de los buenos momentos vividos. Desde hace unos meses, cuando me hago la misma pregunta, la respuesta es mucho más clara: Nada. De él no puedo, ni debo, esperar nada. Ya nada..... No confundamos el cariño que se puede sentir por algo ya pasado y lejano (y, por tanto, idealizado) con los deseos del presente..... He cometido ese error que nunca se debería cometer. El de sentirse culpable. Y, peor aún, reconocerlo. No lo pude evitar. Después de meses sin tener ninguna noticia suya, quise saber de él. No supe cómo hacerlo, y en esta ocasión quería -y necesitaba- algo más que oír su voz..... Después de disculparse varias veces y decirme que tenía muchas ganas de verme, me dijo -sin pretender hacerme daño, con toda seguridad-: "Si quieres nos vemos el sábado por la mañana, que no tengo nada que hacer". Naturalmente, yo tenía tantas ganas de verle, que lo único que esperaba es que no le surgiera nada más importante. Y entonces me di cuenta de la humillación, y me puse a llorar con la esperanza de que ninguna mosca se colara en su cocina porque, sin duda, intentando acabar con ella ya tendría algo más importante en que ocupar la mañana..... Él se había dado cuenta de su terrible error conmigo: se le había olvidado que teníamos una cita. Quería recompensarme: "Yo te llamaré, te lo prometo.". Sus promesas las conozco, por eso le dije: "Bien, me llamas tú. Yo no pienso llamarte. También te lo prometo."..... Pero estoy absolutamente convencida de que esta vez no seré yo quien descuelgue el teléfono para llamarle. Y lo siento. Precisamente porque ya no soy una adolescente, sé donde hay que poner un punto final. Otra cosa es que lo haga...

Hay situaciones muy similares, no importa en que lugar del mundo sucedan, la edad, el clima... nada importa.

Sobre la autora:

"Tal vez cumplir 49 años me haya animado a sentarme y mirarme a mí misma. Y a mirarle a él, casi trece años más joven que yo. Las historias que cuento son mis historias. En ellas ya no hay sed ni deseo. Ni siquiera queda amor. Sólo hay obsesión..."
~Extractos escritos por Isabel Gala
tomado de su Blog NO ES SED NI DESEO
en La Coctelera

Misguided by the shadow... Disguised by the light

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 08:23:54 GMT

So close… and yet so far… In my brain there is a reunion and the stamp in the proform says FORBIDDEN...

... He is the one I dream of... the one I invented in my head... the one that I made up in my bed thinking I could probably find him while being awake... he only exists in my dreams in my thoughts, in my naked soul, in my silly eyes… will I find him? will I get to know him? will I ever get to tell him that he was the one I was expecting my whole life?

Dozens of them I've met, but yet none is like him. I thought I met once one… thought it was him, but then misguided… They use his disguised, they wear his mask, they pretend to be the one but yet there is no match... the match that will light up the flame, flame that will provide the light, light that will give me a chance to be disguised...

~Extract taken from Bed of Roses

Written by Rosanna on Sunday, March 27, 2005

...sometimes all you need is ONE

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 06:32:27 GMT

At this moment,there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world.

Some are running scared. Some are coming home.
Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth.
Some are evil men, at war with good. Some are good, struggling with evil.

6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls...
and sometimes all you need is one.

~One Three Hill (WB) Peyton Sawyer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QD4lHJ_YZmw

Save Room

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 07:19:40 GMT

Say That You'll Stay A Little
Don't Say Bye Bye Tonight
Say You'll Be Mine Just A Little Bit Of Love
Is Worth A Moment Of Your Time
Knocking On Your Door Just A Little
So Cold Outside Tonight
Lets Get A Fire Burning
Oh I Know I'll Keep It Burning Bright If You Stay
Won't You Stay
Stay

Save Room For My Love
Save Room For The Moment To Be With Me
Save Room For My Love
Save A Little Save A Little For Me
Won't You Save A Little
Save A Little For Me Ohhh

This Just Might Hurt A Little
Love Hurts Sometimes When You Do It Right
Dont Be Afraid Of A Little Bit Of Pain
Pleasure Is On The Other Side
Let Down Your Guard Just A Little
I'll Keep You Safe In These Arms Of Mine
Hold On To Me Pretty Baby You Will See
I Can Be All You Need If You Stay
Won't You Stay
Stay

Save Room For My Love
Save Room For The Moment To Be With Me
Save Room For My Love
Save A Little Save A Little For Me
Won't You Save A Little
Save A Little For Me Ohhh

Bah Da Ba Baaa
Da Da Daaa

Ohhh Come On
Make Time To Live A Little
Don't Let This Moment Slip By Tonight
Youll Never Know What Your Missing 'Til You Try
I'll Keep You Satisfied If You Stay
Won't You Stay
Stay

Save Room For My Love
Save Room For The Moment To Be With Me
Save Room For My Love
Save A Little Save A Little For Me
Won't You Save A Little
Save A Little For Me Ohhh

~John Legend

Vuelos

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 15:09:55 GMT

Vos me estás mirando y yo voy a caer,
colgado en tu sién.
Vos me estás mirando y yo voy a caer.
No me ves pero ahí voy
a buscar tu prisión
de llaves que sólo cierran...
No ves pero ahí voy a encontrar tu prisión.
Y la bruma rebota siempre hacia aquí.
Espuma de miedo,
viejo apagón,
y la bruma rebota, siempre hacia aquí.

Solo voy a volver,
siempre me vas a ver
y cuando regrese
de este vuelo eterno.
Solo verás en mí,
siempre a través
de mí un paisaje de espanto así.

Y el nylon abrió
sus alas por mí...
y ahora ve solo viento.
Y el nylon abrió
su alas en mi.
Tu cara se borra,
se tiñe de gris,
serás una piedra sola...
Te desprendes de mí,
yo me quedo en vos...
Ya mis ojos son barro
en la inundación
que crece, decrece,
aparece y se va
y mis ojos son barro
en la inundación

~ Bersuit Vergarabat

El cuento mas corto y bonito que has leido en tu vida...

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 18:43:04 GMT

...

Había una vez una muchacha que le pregunto a un chico si se quería casar con ella. El chico dijo "no".
. . Y la muchacha vivió feliz para siempre, sin lavar, cocinar, planchar para nadie, saliendo con sus amigas, cogiendo con el que le daba la gana, aceptando invitaciones carisimas y gastandose su dinero en si misma y sin trabajar para ningún cabrón mantenido.

FIN.

...

El problema es que de chiquitas, no nos contaban estos cuentos,
Y...¡NOS CHINGARON CON EL PRINCIPE AZUL!

NO EXISTE.

~tomado de una cadena que llego a mi correo

tum-tum tum-tum

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 19:11:12 GMT

crack!

ouch...

About It

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 06:25:39 GMT

It's sad to know that IT exists... but it's never available for you

~Denise

Best Of You

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 04:18:56 GMT

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holding you
Were you born to resist?
Or be abused?
Is someone getting the best of you?
Or are you gone and on to someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I'll break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
Your trust?
You must confess
Is someone getting the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts the broken heart
Your trust? You must confess
Is someone getting the best of you?
I've got a another confession, my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in - I refuse
Is someone getting the best of you?

~Foo Fighters

uhmmm

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 19:45:08 GMT

piww

Epígrafe

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 05:03:01 GMT

Taken from jamYe waXman

Si, ya se
Porque lo has dicho antes
Que no es que me ames
Que sencillamente soy la mosca
Cautiva en tu cabeza
De ventanas cerradas

Sin agradarme del todo la imagen
Te dejo por lo pronto creer que es cierto.

~Katery Mónica García Martínez