February 2012
8 posts
“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect....”
– apparently bob marley said this
the plans
1 = 40
4 p/d =160
5 dias = 800
800 p/w x 4 = 3200
3200 p/mes x 11 = 35200
35200 + 20000 = 55200
1000 hrs a year
establish this within 3 years, whilst learning to speak spanish perfectly. later buy an apartment, 90-100 sq/m 3 bedrooms, one or two bathrooms, and a reasonable size salon, get married, have children, travel once or twice a year to different places. this is a simple reality....
January 2012
7 posts
CAMBIO
long time no talk, its a sign of the times, maybe its a sign that when your happy and there’s nothing to complain about, there is no real need to vent anything. Even writing this book has taken a back seat to the some what normalcy of my life.
some updates -
read American Psycho, if not only for the opening three chapters
regained an obsession for converse shoes
regained an obsession...
Feliz Ano!!!
2012…
-more work
-more study
-much love
-one visit to australia
- one life in a new home
- much happiness
- no stress
- go to sleep, go to bed
…
feliz dos mil y doce
December 2011
45 posts
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second christmas away from home, on the other side of the world, another fantastic year, and a brilliant ending with an amazing girl…
much love and happiness for the new year.
wherever you are!!!
festivus for the rest of us.
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learn to think before you speak
famous last words
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its amazing when you stop chasing toxicity, incredibility lands in your lap
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via the59thstreetbridge)
“If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun...”
– Henry Thoreau - Walden
Watch
dripping wet and clearly depressed he’d headed straight for the stairs, no longer cool but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life full of lies and meaningless relationships…
at one point in the near future i would love to say that this simple life i lead is actually simple…
I’ll dig a hole in my room, from birmingham and back again for you. In the end they’ll say that we’ll see the truth, what a shocking beauty we can both abuse, so i folded my hands to a bird, the shadows made you laugh, they made you sunburned. I stitched my faith into your shirt, to make sure nobody you knew was getting hurt. Do you love being cast as the fool in a movie that...
sinking like a stone in the sea, burning like a bridge for your body
Well I wrote your name and burned it, see the color of the flame, and it burned out the whole spectrum, as if you were everything. Mine just burned gold; a normal flame. I am not anything.
But all that i remember, is the feeling of waking up. When we were kids, you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust. When we were kids I was a fountain, you could never drink enough. Then came all the...
