tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85807221908292353952024-03-05T17:16:39.299-08:00Finally.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-2884088117080322482010-08-23T14:10:00.001-07:002010-08-23T14:10:46.403-07:00TuduI'll be gone soon ! :)Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-132051066704539262009-10-21T16:19:00.000-07:002009-10-21T17:08:15.286-07:00Canvas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwI9FfIaPBqAbFD-_lrnDF789VFdLxFNdrThISE3t1p11xa38FvsDiV3wjIqWprV4sUsrYOEnOareie56JYhHTbjazw_FE2greLbnr-_Ai0vV5a5GJrq9f8z9aZQ8ao-WVEgJ-azrFgo/s1600-h/Orange_and_Black_Desktop_Theme.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwI9FfIaPBqAbFD-_lrnDF789VFdLxFNdrThISE3t1p11xa38FvsDiV3wjIqWprV4sUsrYOEnOareie56JYhHTbjazw_FE2greLbnr-_Ai0vV5a5GJrq9f8z9aZQ8ao-WVEgJ-azrFgo/s400/Orange_and_Black_Desktop_Theme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395209417753346722" /></a><br /><br /><br />We constantly print color into the world, as if it's our own canvas. Yes, I know I haven't written in a while and this sounds like a recurring meme, but right now I have a bunch of students taking an exam and I started to look at color palettes for my apartment.<br /><br />And I sort of realized.<br /><br />I associate someone with a color. When I meet someone they're blank, but I start painting them the more I know them. Usually the colors can change depending on how they react.<br /><br />What's my color? I usually see myself as white, don't ask why but it's the color I'm more familiar with (that and green), I haven't seen many people with white: It's usually Blue, Pink, Red, there's a few Browns. Blue people are just nice people who I talk with often but aren't exactly special people (yes sounds mean). Pink's are people who annoy me with their constant affection. Reds are interesting and are opinionated (something I can't stand for long). Browns are always in tune with their physical needs (food, living, etc) which I like.<br /><br />Whites? I only know someone else who is white, white comes from the combination of all colors, so I think myself as white because I've had every virtue and flaw from all colors at one moment or another, whites can also paint other people or change their colors (or at least are interested in doing it). The other person who is white? Let's just say she started black many many years ago and throught the years has worn every single color until becoming white. Kudos to her.<br /><br />Human - The Killers<br />I did my best to notice<br />When the call came down the line<br />Up to the platform of surrender<br />I was broke but i was kind<br />And sometimes i get nervous<br />When i see an open door<br />Close your eyes<br />Clear your heart<br /><br />Cut the chord<br />Are we human?<br />Or are we dancers?<br />My sign is vital<br />My hands are cold<br />And I’m on my knees<br />Looking for the answer<br />Are we human?<br />Or are we dancers?<br /><br />Pay my respects to grace and virtue<br />Send my condolences to good<br />Give my regards to soarer moments<br />They always did the best they could<br />And so long to devotion<br />You taught me everything i know<br />Wave goodbye<br />Wish me well<br /><br />You got to let me know<br />Are we human?<br />Or are we dancers?<br />My sign is vital<br />My hands are cold<br />And I’m on my knees<br />Looking for the answers<br />Are we human?<br />Or are we dancers?<br /><br />Will your system be alright<br />When you dream of home tonight?<br />There is so message we’re receiving<br />Let me know is your heart still beating<br /><br />Are we human?<br />Or are we dancers?<br />My sign is vital<br />My hands are cold<br />And I’m on my knees<br />Looking for the answers<br /><br />You got to let me know<br />Are we human?<br />Or are we dancers?<br />My sign is vital<br />My hands are cold<br />And I’m on my knees<br />Looking for the answers<br />Are we human<br />Or are we dancers?<br /><br />Are we human?<br />Or are we dancers?<br /><br />Are we human<br />Or are we dancers?Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-64291164826382712902009-03-06T15:54:00.000-08:002009-03-07T08:02:41.738-08:00Best trance song in the worldI found it.<br /><br />It's Karen Overton's: Loving Arms, specially the Club Remix.<br /><br />Lyrics:<br /><br />Lyrics: Karen Overton - Your Loving Arms<br />Lyrics taken from the: Club Mix<br /><br />Sometimes the way that you act makes me wonder<br />What I am to you<br />Sometimes I can't stand the way that I'm acting<br />To be part of the things you do<br />Often I've asked you for too much of your time<br />Like I'm stealing<br />And when I dream of the fear that you're leaving<br />I reach out<br />Oh baby then you<br /><br />So many times have I asked you to tell me<br />That I'm your girl<br />Time after time I have needed a reason<br />Just to get inside your world<br />So many times have I asked you to ask me<br />How it feels to love<br />And when this love seems the only conclusion<br />That I'm guilty of<br />Oh baby then you<br /><br />Put your loving arms around me<br />And you whisper to me when you<br />Put your loving arms around me<br />And inside your arms I'm burning<br />Put your loving arms around me<br />And you whisper to me when you<br />And inside your arms I'm burning<br /><br />I'm burning, inside your arms I'm burning...<br /><br />Sometimes the way that you act makes me wonder<br />What I am to you<br />Sometimes I can't stand the way that I'm acting<br />To be part of the things you do<br />Often I've asked you for too much of your time<br />Like I'm stealing<br />And when I dream of the fear that you're leaving<br />I reach out<br /><br />So many times have I asked you to tell me<br />That I'm your girl<br />Time after time I have needed a reason<br />Just to get inside your world<br />So many times have I asked you to ask me<br />How it feels to love<br />And when this love seems the only conclusion<br />That I'm guilty of<br />Oh baby then you<br /><br />Put your loving arms around me<br />And you whisper to me when you<br />Put your loving arms around me<br /><br />Song:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLcO2IdnvL8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLcO2IdnvL8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLcO2IdnvL8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLcO2IdnvL8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-8788932078580115972009-02-24T10:48:00.000-08:002009-02-24T10:52:16.586-08:00I wasn't kidding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGyeYCnRWGW-Mv8WIhsOrP_nYp4srvAxJCZV6ytyBCLifVNZTuvCKEEK5r761_kys1Q2JOw325NQn0LsRTXmXn-1m66cn-nwet9DKVMrit9SHAwdb25f3ry48Du-He8qxdKSnCOrj730/s1600-h/24022009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGyeYCnRWGW-Mv8WIhsOrP_nYp4srvAxJCZV6ytyBCLifVNZTuvCKEEK5r761_kys1Q2JOw325NQn0LsRTXmXn-1m66cn-nwet9DKVMrit9SHAwdb25f3ry48Du-He8qxdKSnCOrj730/s400/24022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306438503784075778" border="0" /></a><br />It gives me the creepsDamianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-13629241065798709802009-02-04T10:08:00.001-08:002009-02-04T10:08:49.763-08:00La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Shouldn't have to say it all again.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> So it is. So it's always been.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></span></div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-16759761439246640982009-01-26T19:18:00.000-08:002009-01-26T19:27:04.805-08:00The only thing that remains is music<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://estadocuantico.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/music_equalizer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://estadocuantico.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/music_equalizer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Today I was in the traffic listening to music and realized, the only thing that remains after someone is gone is the music.<br /><br />So, a lot of people who have come and left my life, left me a bunch of music which I'm grateful for, because, since I no longer talk or am friends with them, their music is still with me.<br /><br />In somewhat particular order:<br /><br />-Alanis<br />-Lucky Seven<br />-TOOL<br />-Cranberries<br />-Alanis again<br />-Coldplay<br />-Frou Frou<br />-Motion City Soundtrack<br />-A Thorn for Every Heart<br />-Jason Mraz<br /><br />Thank you, memories come when I listen to any of them, and it reminds me of all of you, people who I don't have any contact with, or relationship.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-67846111967805129582008-12-30T11:18:00.000-08:002008-12-30T11:23:20.591-08:0024 Hours.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dosmasdos.net/images/clock-ball_clock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.dosmasdos.net/images/clock-ball_clock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Next year, the new me is going to be up and running, these past few weeks have been nothing but a prototype.<br /><br />What does this mean? starting Jan 1st, Damian is going to be 3.0, as in, regarding friendships, only those who care about me will receive my friendship. Those who don't want it, or care about it, or know how to 'deal' with it will no longer have it.<br /><br />And that's it, those who have given two shits about me for the past months will no longer be recepient of my friendship, for ever.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-7952928454432889902008-12-05T18:03:00.000-08:002008-12-05T18:26:49.549-08:00Leadership<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6fcszwqMl8K9cCxixqDvK23bldcOOMmgH6eoFMAvpbAZLXIoxdPxw8s9LH1RR_69K7hcIRGp9zreQA6haRWnumpNibX_V4vSlLStrdnGsfK-Fvn4JVvwt_Ivmz-qsRAgoVryVQ2OOq8/s1600-h/327939900_a752bcfdc5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6fcszwqMl8K9cCxixqDvK23bldcOOMmgH6eoFMAvpbAZLXIoxdPxw8s9LH1RR_69K7hcIRGp9zreQA6haRWnumpNibX_V4vSlLStrdnGsfK-Fvn4JVvwt_Ivmz-qsRAgoVryVQ2OOq8/s400/327939900_a752bcfdc5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276493417056519778" border="0" /></a><br />A lot of people have told me that I'm a natural born leader, I inspire a lot of people every single day to achieve their best, to become better and to be different (in a good way I assume). I've been doing this for hell too long, and I don't think (with maybe one exception) people know how exhausting it is, and how hard it is.<br /><br />I've always thought people exist in a small frame of time, and even though you keep in touch, people move on, new friends are made, and everything happens again ad nauseum.<br /><br />Ad Nauseum is just right, for those who don't know what ad nauseum is it means of doing something or saying something up to the point of nausea, as in, getting tired of doing the same thing.<br /><br />I saw this, many, many years ago and while I enjoy somehow touching people's lives, I did think it was selfish for me to be the only one who can do this, to be someone with a great deal of empathy, understanding and reading of people. This is a nifty tool, in the 'hacking' business it's called "Social Engineering" and I practice it to the extreme with my so-called "Charisma mode" that I had to teach or pass this tool to someone else to take some burdens or finish my job.<br /><br />I did find this perfect raw diamond, who didn't know his/her potential and how powerful he/she could become.<br /><br />Today, that person finally realized what was a huge part of my objective with him/her: To continue to do what I do, now, that just like the guy from the photo, I'm out of the picture, no longer deliberately touching people or trying to make them fully realize their potential. I've been doing it for 10+ years and I'm tired of doing it to other people, it's time to do it to myself, the ultimate real leader knows when he/she leavesl people will continue to keep doing his work.<br /><br />Hence my post down, saying "I know drive a single seat car", I'm no longer thinking how to improve other people or understanding them, now, I'm trying to improve myself.<br /><br />Was I selfish in doing this?, maybe so, but what's the harm? he/she enjoys it I assume, and it's (I guess) for the greater good.<br /><br />Was the price fair? he/she would not talk to me, probably ever again and while I find it a bit hurtful, I think he/she learnt a lot during our time and I guess that's enough for me. (not).<br /><br />No lyrics, no music, it's all playing in my head.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-19305265197096875432008-11-02T20:24:00.001-08:002008-11-02T20:28:49.214-08:00Which TV Character am I?A few days ago someone asked me if I were a TV Character from a show, who would I be?.<br /><br />And, it was very easy for me to say who:<br /><br />J.D from Scrubs:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a3/Scrubs_JD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 345px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a3/Scrubs_JD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Yea, that guy. If you don't know who he is, maybe you should read <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J.D._%28Scrubs%29">this</a>.<br /><br />J.D is that really smart guy who is really good at his job, has his own world, a heart of gold, likes to fix people (He's a doctor afterall), has issues with women and an on and off relationship with Elliot.<br /><br />He also has a best friend with whom he has a codependant relationship, has a really good sense of humor, and well, he's weird (and like a cousin of mine would say, so am I).<br /><br />Whenever I see this show (even though I haven't been able to in like a year), I feel I'm like him and I wonder if that's a good or a bad thing.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-85516525199518942822008-10-27T12:37:00.000-07:002008-10-27T12:39:09.149-07:00I now drive this:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-thL1yE68CEkttjI8uYlaX44AnYuaS3IQqo-fsVRfX7B92BPqDGBHz8qcWv-g0jGKGLBN2LZsnSMCV8h6vDtm74cQ500zEvI_8GAHzAl2CFSGS7XVFrzN20hvNyG0sP4PK0TOyjc6Q9M/s1600-h/apteraonsidewalk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-thL1yE68CEkttjI8uYlaX44AnYuaS3IQqo-fsVRfX7B92BPqDGBHz8qcWv-g0jGKGLBN2LZsnSMCV8h6vDtm74cQ500zEvI_8GAHzAl2CFSGS7XVFrzN20hvNyG0sP4PK0TOyjc6Q9M/s400/apteraonsidewalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261920400326340642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A single seat car.<br /><br />And it feels great.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-55461782424505692112008-09-29T18:23:00.000-07:002008-09-29T18:28:23.303-07:00The limbo.I'm done with the friendship limbo.<br /><br />If you want to be or keep being my friend then talk for real, message for real, hang out or whatever. I'm now pissed and won't take the 'limbo' any longer.<br /><br />Either you are a friend or not, there are no grey areas I'll turn my page very soon and once I turned there's no going back, I'll <span style="font-weight: bold;">never</span> be your friend again, I promise you this for all that's holy.<br /><br />PS: This is aimed to several people.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-34623486667745443752008-09-03T19:28:00.000-07:002008-09-03T19:30:29.661-07:00Las fantasiasNos llevan a un mundo de delicias infinitas...Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580722190829235395.post-14337019708209955352008-08-19T14:26:00.001-07:002008-08-19T14:27:09.056-07:00This timeDone thinking about others.<br /><br />This time, it's about me and nobody else... and that's final.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11960806453096326235noreply@blogger.com1