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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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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...