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I hate.

hate to walk with grace, dressing to my taste, to be kind, cordial, nice and boring sometimes. Hate
tired of me, that entertain, have fun, I smile and I look ugly. Hate
speaking calmly in the world, answer me quickly with boldness and a joke.
hate to stay silent and just listen.
hate your eyes speak to me much for what little he says. I hate
convey emotions that would not, sitting next to me, that allows me to sit beside him.
hate to do things that I like, which I would like to ... Hate
not feel shame to ask personal things that I ask even the most terrible of desfachateces. Hate
guesses, to lie, it is a fake, who speaks with sincerity.
hate to ask, responsive, and that intrigues me interested. Hate
not look interested ... I hate
ignore, change the subject, saying that "the day seems nice."
hate to be him and for him. Hate
know me, from the tip of my foot to the last hair on my head. Hate
shake my world every time it occurs.
Hate your interests and desires, their vices and tastes.
hate their stories and inventions, creativity and art.
hate to hear it everywhere ...
hate even the tiny fiber of his black hair, pale skin and his height, his delicate hands ... I hate the fact
invented as a semi-unknown and perform well in the role.
hate his memory for words that should have been forgotten ...
And I hate you for reminding me always, every day until the second smallest in the minutes I spend thinking about him.
And I hate for hate, and dream you hate me, and talk, answer, and accept.
I hate myself because I hate to love him. And I can not really hate ...
I hate to say I do not feel it.
And I hate myself for loving ...

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of visits, tests, and perhaps other things.

Yesterday I received an unexpected visit expected, which surprised me because I was invited to talk and then say it was worth a damn that my house was crowded and as I arrived, like a soul se lleva el diablo, tomaba una ducha y me lavaba el cabello.

Luego de una amena conversación salí con unos amigos a comprar un par de cosas de comer y nos quedamos en casa de Luis (Dai) jugoseando (término muy propio chileno para referirse a hablar una infinidad de estupideces, reir -casi innecesariamente-, y comportarse como un idiota) casi toda la noche, porque dormí su resto. Estaba bien cansada. Y bien es poco.

He vuelto hace menos de una hora (no sé si esto de la hora de LJ esté bien, pero ahora son las 14.30), y revisé el LJ de wildneruda   . I found a fun test that had already made some time ago. In addition, Miss nominated me to answer it. I laughed heartily with what I have left.

Instructions.
1. Place your Windows Media Player, Winamp, Itunes, etc. at random.
2. For each question, press "Next."
3. YOU WRITE THE NAME OF THE SONG, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. If you want, put any comments in brackets after the song.

- How would you describe yourself?: Girlfriend . Merlin, if not just with my life, you do Avril!
- What te gusta en una persona?: Sing for Absolution . Muse, no sé que me quieres decir con esto, pero como sea, me asusta!
- ¿Cómo te sientes hoy?: The Gallery . De Muse también~
- ¿Cuál es tu propósito en la vida?: Crawling . Yeah!
- ¿Cuál es tu apodo?: Shotgun . Gracias, Duran Duran xD
- ¿Qué piensan tus amigos de ti?: Something about us . *sigh*
- ¿Qué piensas de tus padres?: Cubicles . MCR, ¿aló?
- ¿En qué piensas muy a menudo?: Melody of you . Odio que mi winamp me lea la mente...
- ¿Qué is 2 +2?: All Mine. No, I'm not possessive ... D: What good is a 2 +2!?
- What do you think of your best friend?: A Night on Bald Mountain . That, my dear readers, is chilling.
- What do you think of the person you like?: Adiemus . ¿?!
- What is the story of your life: All That She Wants ... * Be in stitches *
- What do you grow up?: Sweet Scarlet, by Cat Stevens.
- What do you think when you see the person you like?: Loved Ones and Leaving ... Of the 5th Harry Potter movie! ... * Is made to the floor to mourn * Winamp FOOL! * Still crying *.
- What will dance at your wedding?: Escape , Muse. The truth, that tells me many things ... Since it will run, to really dance. I hope the latter. However, is beautiful, and I love ... Although only a small part is slow, but will be fit! * Dances *.
- What play at your funeral?: Vaka , Sigur Rós! ... It's fucking sad song of the universe, if you do not believe me, find it on youtube ...
- What is your hobby?: Victor's Piano Solo from the movie The Corpse Bride. Kind of cute. And yes, I think the piano is a hobby mine ...
- What is your greatest fear?: The day is done ... Ehm ... No comments.
- What is your biggest secret?: Forever Young ... Hahahaha!
- What do you think of your friends?: The Scientist . The truth, I dedicate this issue to another person, but they're all scientific scholars.
- What do you think of this test?: Exo-Politics .
- I have: From Yesterday ! * Yells *
melody and rhythm - I wish: Just another night ... * Dies * Winamp, you and I have to talk, you know? And I do not think you'll like what I have nothing to say ...
- I hate: You're still the one . Yes, I hate to be the case for me ...
- I hear: Eternally ... Foreva!
- I fear I have: Anger .
- I'm not: Our Lady of Sorrows .
- I cry: Through with you. No, I do not think anything ...
- I lose: LIFE. Let's see if I die tomorrow.
- I need: Super trouper! * Chokes laughing *
- I owe: Back 2 Good .
- hurts: Falling Again . I think it hurts us all.

Personal note: Room of Angel , and no more personal note than that.

see ... And to continue with the nominations; D I nominate forced :

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pink_star_aiko
storyteller_zeo

hope their tests ~! * Goes to lunch *

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Happy Birthday ...

What happens is that just when I thought my life was relatively normal, I had a boyfriend, good friends and stable studies, I was the world shit and he appeared to internautical help me in the solitude of the night, in the fantasies of walking down a London street luxurious evening, sad only as a Mary everyone knows it, and no, I do not intend to offend the Virgin that, God forgive me, and careless in his footsteps, his smile polite but cocky, bluish gray eyes and short hair, dressed perhaps as any mortal with a pair of jeans, a shirt wide and something to cherish if cold suggests.

Yes, because when the world turned its back on me and I had no hands and minds to grab your ass, I fell in love with Tom Felton, just as a fan knows how crazy and stupid, seeing as on YouTube video, photo Google, interviews, news. Everything was a small line of connection that someday I would know. They say that nothing is impossible, but I think that was invented by the Idealist, the dreamers like me to convince yourself that if you make enough effort, effort that deserves crazy and wild dream, one might could do it. But no. Although I imagine in that evening walking leisurely through the streets of London country, I know it will never happen, that I might never be there, he will never walk one evening only, no jeans or t wide, and his short hair and smile.

They also say that celebrities do not usually look at who is crazy about them, they are not interested in who fall motionless to his feet. Until Draco could rectifier that, yes. Those are the ones used for the moment, for "I'm at a party and I want to be with someone to meet the next day to another." No, I do not see Draco in Tom or vice versa, but I guess that disarm the ball of my story. I do not know if seeing him cry, I pass out or who knows that outrage. Sometimes I think I would like a fool standing there watching it and when you want to touch my autograph if you say my name, or else invent one out of shame that one day, if the level line and the gods we smile, remember my stupid face attached to my real name. Either way, keep me anonymous. I

a crazy fan, he a movie star beyond my reach.

And so saying it sounds a little more believable, a little Tom and Ximena, Chile and England and I, and I thin it fuller than normal healthy, he and I a Angeline Draco anyone. He's 20 years old and I 19 ... Because he was born exactly 3 months before me, one day of the month, and I dream sanardeses for that chance. The 22 have something special, something that only we know and recognize.

Happy Birthday Tom, maybe we are in another tiempo y lugar, en otras circunstancias... Y tal vez, sólo tal vez, nos conozcamos.

"Quiero que sepas, que aunque no te conozco, te quiero."

Si, te quiero ad infinitum ! ;D

Pd: We all know that his leanguage is this one, english, but mine not. Even I know a little bit about it... It's maybe a wall I've been destroying, maybe a broken wall for that big moment. Whatever. Happy Birthday Tom... All my words for you couldn't been the same in another leanguage. After all... You won't even read this.

Pd2: I'm seriously thinking about buying a cake...

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Reason # 4! ~

I've returned to my hometown, something cold, but happy to have spent 18 per Chillán, giving juice and going into a car driven by a blind couple who do not see the lights or cyclists (do not worry Mongas crazy, I love you like: *). And as I go to bed early because my head will explode, I leave the No. 4 reason why a spring hates Malfoy (Draco even more specifically).

And just giving credit to the student's presence Slytherin, just when it left his fingers slip from the stupid book and turned on his heel to leave, angry enough to not want to see the face of that old for a while, felt his little voice whispering.

-Oh ... "cried old apprehensive tone, almost sweet, adjusting his glasses First Hall, 6th shelf to the left, honey, and smiling as ever, returns to his work. I did not know he liked romance novels, Mr. Malfoy ends up adding, turning his eyes on the glasses at the boy, with a spark horribly mocking and amusing.

With concealed panic, mind and carefully read the first time the cover of the book above, but not think that would rather die before you know it, the gold letters engraved sarcastically chanted, "My first and only love."

started the book from the desktop, snorting and walked angrily to the shelf.

"Stupid novels," he repeated, thinking that the next time you cross the little girl would suffer from all known forms of torture by hot flashes and bad times that had happened.

But the bottom line came when he fell into an account he had begun to follow the game by giving away a smile or a wink. It was so damn handsome, so handsome, and had it more than clear-you could not afford not to enjoy a girl when he was bored. And since it was he who decided to take the stupid book ... better leave it the hell up and fade away, the girl would later ... After enjoying the spectacle that was taking place in the happy shelf n º 6.

He stopped dead in the hallway.

A pair of squat shoes, some socks slightly lowered at the same level, shapely legs. The

Slyhterin allowed more heat, even in that moment did not want. But what was wanted at that moment what he saw. Very

above the knees, the folds of a skirt that swayed to the beat a hip which could see a tiny, but existing at the end of the piece of skin-white-quite appealing. And following the path drawn by a framed waist more than normal because of a relatively large blouse that blessed body-sculpted, Malfoy thought, swallowing saliva, a raised arm with a finger going through the books in a rather high .

Something tickled in the stomach, or maybe a little lower.

The girl turned a couple of degrees your head for greater scope of titles. A playfully disheveled hair in a bun, curls rebels cayendo en la espalda. Color castaño.

Traga saliva otra vez.

–¡¿Tú?!

Hermione Granger se voltea intrigada. Se encuentra de golpe con un par de ojos grises algo desorbitados.

–¿Y ahora qué demonios te pasa, Malfoy?

Razón nº4: Las hormonas no distinguen sangre. Draco Malfoy está petrificadamente hastiado. ¿Pierde la razón?.

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* From the distant city of Chillán *

Sí, aún cuando me encuentro a kilómetros de mi hogar, yo, Angeline Anglyen, tiene que seguir jodiendo con su Draco Malfoy. Así que, sin rodeos, posteo las razones nº2 y 3, to which I have tuned a couple of details. Enjoy ~

held his body resting his hands on the rock behind his back, relaxing the back muscles, and occasionally throw a few inches of the tie. Blessed grumbled heat-airing the collar. Herbology class that stupid ...

And finish the sentence because the girl turns to noting that he finally gone. But before they call the "Thank you, Merlin", a new detail on the rock. The book.

repeatedly is passed hand through his hair, thinking that the scene could not be more ridiculous fairy tale. He now had to get up, pick up the book and keep it for the next opportunity in which to meet, said that an appointment would be appropriate to talk of life and knowledge, discovering and ... By Merlin. Enough. It takes two hands to the head. If it were not so insistent brat might not feel so overwhelmed by the issue. The letters every morning, looks nervous, an occasional laugh ...

When finally resolved to spend the day somewhere nicer, looks up removing the hands, your head feels weird. Curious, again plunges her fingers in her hair.

-Stupid

heat ... Reason No. 2: Spring deranges. Goodbye, hair gel. Draco Malfoy is fucking tired.

Annoyed at the end, rises suddenly from nowhere, trying to fix what your hands and the heat and disarmed and extremely rapid rate, and firm steps passing by the place where that girl watching him minutes before, pick up the book and is blessed walking without even say where he goes. And does it matter that the idiots or they are interested.

as heck do not think it had occurred before the cold aisles were going to give it some freshness, no torches, not many students. The heat of the greenhouses they should have atrophied head.

blithely keeps in his backpack hanging sweater in one hand. In the other, the book down with force. Fold into a corner, in another, its tiny silver threads swaying gracefully, unruly on his head. The shirt billowing, framing her slender figure and sign their young 16.

It felt dirty, spotless, urgently wanted a bath, fresh water. Grateful that the classes have finally finished that day.

comes to the library. The old book scent fills your nostrils, brilliant sunshine slipping through every window you view cega. A currency sentences about four students writing on the tables.

Without wishing to miss a second of your precious time there, in the dull environment, comes to Madame Pince.

"I come to put this book down," he says wearily, lifting his arms on the wood.
- And I ... Will always looove you ...!

raised an eyebrow. The woman did not listen, it sings in a song-and-such can hear romanticonas, cloying, fulsome, that everyone knows and likes, but he did not hate it. Muggle things, maybe. Please do not remind both the melody and lyrics. She kept repeating the last sentence with a shockingly off-key melody.
"Listen ...

-I will always ... Love youuuu!

and reaches a high note, even with how soft the spell, tune, dragged and shrill, extended, never ends, where his record is begging to best street, because the few students of the temple of silence up the view between unbelievers and annoying. She still lives

ordering the books in a pile on his desk to his right, ducking, bobbing slowly.

get tired of hearing the same thing. A Malfoy is zero hint of patience.

"Ooh ... I'll always, I'll always love youuuu.

Reason 3: The nasty people suddenly become agreeable. Draco Malfoy is disturbingly blase. He loses his temper.

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Voldy-pooh! * Laughs sarcastically * Draco Malfoy Letters

I began to review the various Lays, and I found this very good honor makes nuestors beloved * cough cough * not * cough cough * Death Eaters. Okay, I do not love, but I found adorable!

may change it soon, but for now just enjoy floating heart * insert here *

As I've been smart little ingenuity, I continued to write crap ... Now I started enough reasons for a hate Malfoy spring. You may have air of a Miss Eärwen fic I read out there on the 10 basic rules q all good Malfoy should know, and I apologize if it seems, but is that as spring comes in my country and always Malfoy round on my big head, was born that ... * Sigh * But we'll see how it ends, for now, just ahead the first reason.

The birds are singing, dancing trees, flowers, love whisper in the breeze and the world was rosy in the land of Hogwarts.

Giggles screaming, looks stupid in love and a sophomore girl, her eyes color honey blonde hair neatly combed in a ponytail. Those damn innocent eyes were fixed on his gray orbs lapidary, murderers and distant. Holding a book in their hands, the element that causes suddenly draw in his mind a coat of another house reds, perhaps, yes, because holding a book, because it has big eyes, his innocent eyes, because his fan secret could not be more than his own, a Slytherin. But it was fucking impossible for that innocence so neat and chaste desires are infested saw compelling, less pure blood, not to mention greed and power. Roda

eyes for the umpteenth time, hoping to disappear from the visual radio. It's hot, for Merlin, and that poor little girl, just trying to get their attention, took a seat in the sun on a rock overlooking the lake, while the pair of idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, throw stones into the water, laughing like the morons they are.

thought that if it might be winter ... the perfect utopia. He would find there, with all a storm about to break loose over her shoulders, and then dissipated to the girl ran to hide under a covered walkway. But he was so persistent, or at least it had given to demonstrate that the next second he was there getting wet.

"Pathetic ..." he said, turning to view companions, who, though not best picture, at least they were not in love with him.

Reason No. 1: "Love's in the air." Disgusting.

PS: A little this avatar was beautiful, I love those puffy so cute and crowded! * Screams like fangirl *

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Ya. Today I got the crazy the disease, and I write a lot of shit nonsense stuff to dump sick ideas that I have caused so much fiction and dreams Abnormal! (Do not ask, because most of the trips to bring a censure 7th Heaven with a capital and surplus neon sign of abnormal behavior, scenes of extreme violence, XXX and asdfasdf).

Warning: No stupid answers for continued information.

Eärwen Ms. dedicated to Neruda, who feels lonely these days by the network º A º ... (And my apologies for taking my sendo escape to the forest sprites).

. Letters of Draco Malfoy.

of Draco Malfoy Pansy Parkinson.

night My burning passion Pansy. You know what you will scarce in brain Merlin has balanced bondandes female, but it turns out I am now a grown man who does not want to deceive the love of his life. Do not ask. So, only if you're interested and do not mind, Let's meet this afternoon (you know where catches) to consummate our last-night stand.

seem appropriate that I use that last set you magical gift. No, they do not ask him back, it's yours. Yo, I'll be surprised as ever.

Tu, now, ex serpent bed, Draco Malfoy
.

PS: Too bad, just that he had commissioned a magical talking condoms ... Finally, someone else will benefit, I suppose.



of Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger.

My beloved Hermione, I've finished everything with Parkinson's mindless, that you feel happy. Do not know how much I miss your dirty blood in my common room's why every time some lady touched by my sad gray look sexy and approaches do not doubt for a second take her to bed to have long and deep .. . dreams tell someone already has my heart, my sighs and my mind.

Granger, you let me marry your conscience? I mean, because you only dream, right? Unless we fuguemos to Alaska, we change our names, let me go through Juan Miguel Andres Cervantes de Castellón and you go Joaquina Maria Antonieta de las Mercedes Rodríguez Amerind, which I dye your hair black (NEVER!) and you red (which would not be bad, you know). From my friend not worry, he would be delighted to attend our wedding, you know follows me everywhere ... Bad thought, I mean Zabinni!

I hope tonight we always, and ask for my custom Potter. Your

forbidden love, Draco Malfoy
.

Pd: Insístele to-face cracked I do not want to know anything about the Weasley if what I suspect.

From Harry Potter Draco Malfoy. Dear

Potter, this morning I woke up thinking how much I strange that I need your glasses to better see where road. In the worst cases, lend some of your friends to guide me along the path of light. Preferably, the blood-soiled, which is quite apeteceble at this stage of the youth. Is that you and your friend Weasley are a few gays and brainless idiots. Did not realize they have both breasts (woh! Bingo, because if you have only one, best metedla please Bury it in a sarcophagus and a thousand feet underground where the worms can only a trace of bone apparatus, because if there is something more than a poor deformed body like that ... anyway), a spectacular back is hard to crack? ... The males like us hard. No, I do not know if you or they are penniless. It

so much work this has caused me a couple of problems with her sight and I could not attend St. Mungo to analyze my optical problem. I see you have glasses to donate, con lo ciego que estás... Y en todo el extenso sentido de la palabra, si me permites escribirlo.

Tu enemigo más sexy de la historia,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: Si weasley es gay... Insisto, mejor envíame a Granger. Mi trasero teme un ataque a su masculinidad.



De Draco Malfoy a Ron Weasley.

Mi estimado Pobretón, si le sigues incando el ojo así a mi sangre-sucia, te las verás con estos cinco de mi mano derecha.

Si, le dije a Potter que estabais ciegos, pero no es como para ir arrastrando un balde de baba. Y no, si vuelvo a oir otra vez que le has sugerido que utilize skirts more often, greet you with ten! (21, if needed ... but I would fear to greet you with a that, as we suspect from your sexual orientations, you know the diversity of these days and I'm not surprised they turned the cake on the side that is most intense oven, and to talk about me, I am pure heat ).

Your enemy you love your friend, Draco Malfoy
.

PS: If you want I can give you a list of candidates disupuestas kind to spend a night of passion no matter the blood.



of Draco Malfoy Lucius Malfoy.

idolized Father, I finally decided I want to do for the rest of my life. One of my most successful option is to dedicate myself to the easy life. You know, wear a tutu, a good pair of pantyhose fishnet stockings, high heels and some corset that my thin frame and perfect figure. Bust, do not worry, I know a good group of magicians who specialize in deform to form perfect curves (no waist! With which I have just me.) He earns quite well from what I heard.

I know my mother will agree, you know what I dreamed of having a girl.

The revamped version of Draco Malfoy, Daisy
Marienne.

PS: Do not deny that you too wanted to be the same thing ever!

Note: This letter was, for obvious reasons, burnt and forgotten in a magical fire before being sent to the above.



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good to your brother. Or threaten to which Potter or Harry will not be !

I said.

Your perpetual observer,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: When you grow so fast that I did not notice?



of Draco Malfoy Narcissa Malfoy. My

estimada madre, puede que estas vacaciones lleve de visita a una señorita muy particular. Así que, si no te molesta, ¿podrías envenenar a papá por mi? Con tantos enemigos, no creo que se note mano familiar ahí. Ya sé lo minuciosa que eres (si, sé que has leido mi diario y que encontraste las PlayBoy que muy bien escondidas tenía en el ya-no-secreto sitio de mi cuarto).

Confío en tu delicadeza y pulcro trabajo. Espero verte pronto.

Tu queridísimo retoño,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: ¡Extraño tu beso antes de dormir! Dijiste que el Señor Conejo iba a reemplazarte, pero el estúpido muñeco de felpa no lo hace... Si no out to this girl that I mentioned, my days would be pure gloom, seriously.

Yes, it has been the dumbest thing I've written these days. * Dance *
And now ... MI PS: It took me half a millennium and leave this to the correct html code!

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* Sing a verse of a song * "My life is uuun desaaastre" (8) ~

If you can not see it ... But all here is a mess.

And I will not come to that cliche phrase "pussy I do not know what happens," because I have more that clear. That is, at least, something to be proud, because not talking about my room. It is sad . The fic

and have barely advanced to the third chapter (because the second I've uploaded to ff.net), instead I spent reading all I find (the kind that is). And what is worse, I begin to swirl in the head with crazy ideas that do not result in more than a couple of lines is almost spits in the compu-book or some classes while I'm listening to music on the player. All related Draco, of course.

In drawings went dormant again. If not for Carolina, who directs the illustration workshop, you may already have thrown away my pencils and croquera the fire, because it is definitely my inspiration. He told me that me and my drawings gave off a smell of strawberries (information frikeó me a bit at first, but later accepted the view that it was true and was not the only one that thought), and maybe I should follow that line to what I draw. Thanks.

Institute "? "Classes? What is that? ... You understand

.

introspection No, because doing so would be a suicide attempt. My alter ego is not in the mode of wanting to talk. And my subconscious ... Not to mention it, is a nasty .


And thinking about Draco, I remember something very funny happened yesterday with some friends ...

I: Suddenly I want to buy some cigarettes [no, I smoke with nothing frequency, but every time I get the mongolia], sometimes when I write fics me want one ...
All: NO, ANGELINE.
Me: But ...!
All: DO NOT SMOKE!
Me: But ...
Hyde: Draco does not smoke. Pyro
: Right! * Insert your laughter and others here *
Me: You are wrong ...
* Insert face of horror and surprise to all here *
Me: "That if you do not have to imagine it with a cigarette mouth, being a Slytherin, libertine as could be? * And then remember a fic read somewhere * In fact, even knows a spell to use in cigarette smoke and to act as a conscience, it really is a part of it, to converse and ask questions mentally .
* Silence * lapidary and disappointments several
Me: Never ... NEVER hesitate to refer my word of Draco Malfoy, "you hear? Never. Because I never stay without answer them something back about him.

and purpose.