Let's try this again.

Nunca termine mi ultimo 30 Days Challenge y es porque empece a llegar a preguntas que ya no queria responder asi que lo deje; pero consegui una nueva lista, este dura 31 dias y este si lo voy a terminar.

No lo hare TODOS los dias pero si tratare de hacerlo lo mas seguido posible. Me daria mucha flojera empezar porque es domingo pero NO! Publico esta entrada y directamente arranco a redactar el Dia 1 (:

xoxo

Vero <3

domingo, 27 de febrero de 2011 Leave a comment

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Pregunta 1: Si sabes de una mujer que esta embarazada, que ya tiene 8 hijos, tres de ellos son sordos, dos son ciegos, uno es retrasado mental y la madre tiene sífilis, le recomendaría que abortara?

Lea la siguiente pregunta antes de ver la respuesta de esta.

Pregunta 2
: Es tiempo de elegir un líder mundial y su voto es el único que cuenta. Aquí están los datos de los candidatos:

Candidato A: Asociado con políticos corruptos, consulta con astrólogos, tiene dos amantes, fuma excesivamente y bebe de 8 a 10 martinis al día.

Candidato B: Fue despedido de su oficina dos veces, duerme hasta el medio día, consumía opio en la universidad y bebía un cuarto de whisky todas las tardes.

Candidato C: Es un héroe condecorado, vegetariano, no fuma, ocasionalmente bebe una cerveza y nunca ha cometido adulterio.


Cual de estos candidatos escogería?

Decida primero… Ahora lea las respuestas.

Candidato A es Franklin D. Roosevelt
Candidato B es Winston Churchill
Candidato C es Adolf Hitler

Y por cierto, a tu respuesta acerca de la pregunta del aborto:
Si dijiste que SI, acabas de matar a Beethoven.

Interesante, no?
Hace pensar antes de juzgar a las personas.

Recuerda:

Amateurs... construyen una barca
Profesionales… construyen el Titanic.

sábado, 19 de febrero de 2011 Leave a comment

And she fights for her life.

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Es impresionante como las personas pueden depender de ti ciegamente, de la manera que deciden que todo esta bien si tu lo dices.. No, no deberia ser asi.

Yo por ejemplo tengo malos habitos, malas juntas y los comentarios incorrectos a costas por tratar de criticarme a mi misma, entonces como una persona puede apoyarse en eso? Resulta que esta persona no se apoya en esa parte superficial, se apoya en la manera en que me cuesta decir que no o mi facilidad para conmoverme, lo testaruda que puedo ser cuando quiero algo.

Y me costo darme cuenta. Lo que mas me duele es que yo soy la que trata de pelear por su vida pero nunca pense en esas cosas positivas para ayudarme a mi misma. Ojala no sea tarde para intentar.

Que alguien dependa de mi se me hace irreal. No quiero decir imposible, solo dificil de creer.

Si esta persona se fue de mi vida, pues bien. No le deseo nada malo, esta persona sabe que se llevo algo importante de mi consigo y ojala aprecie eso pero no logro haceme daño asi que esta bien por mi.

Cuando yo necesite a alguien en quien apoyarme, espero que este alli asi como yo siempre estare para quien me quiera.

xoxo

Vero <3

viernes, 18 de febrero de 2011 Leave a comment

The Perks Of Being a Wallflower

El titulo de esta entrada es mi primer libro del año. No logre conseguir ninguna version en español, asi que lo lei directamente de las palabras del autor (Stephen Chbosky). Un hermoso libro, "traia" canciones consigo de The Smiths, The Beatles, Genesis.. Se convirtio en uno de mis favoritos.

Les dejo un poema que se encuentra en el libro y la cancion favorita de Charlie (el personaje principal), la cual conocia desde hace tiempo pero que ahora significa mas para mi.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny
toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And
the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row
of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his
father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue
lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that
was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And
his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its
new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black
frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her
to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and
father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And
he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the
question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his
professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his
mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never
showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his
sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father
never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore
too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but
he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at
three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another
poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it
was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on
each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because
this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.





xoxo

Vero <3

sábado, 5 de febrero de 2011 Leave a comment

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