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minimal dose 21 12 2010

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Originally posted by cioran:

decirle a alguien lo que uno piensa de él y de lo que hace es investirle de una superioridad equivocada. la franqueza no es compatible con un sentimiento delicado, nisiquiera con una exigencia ética.

el fanatismo es la muerte de la conversación. no se charla con un candidato al martirio.

cuando me preocupa un poco más de la cuenta el no trabajar, me digo que bien podría estar muerto y entonces trabajaría aún menos.

To the great love that never was

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I dedicate this song to you: The great love that never was.

You may have forgotten me.
We may have never met.
I do not know who you are and very probably never will.
Still, I want you to know I love you.
I did, I do, I will.






As she walks in the room,
Scented and tall,
Hesitating once more.
And as I take on myself,
And the bitterness I felt,
Realise that love lost, while
White horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?
Through the glory of life,
I'm scattered on the floor,
Disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts I have bled,
For the riddles I've been fed,
Another lie moves over, while
White horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

While, white horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

Hoy

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Hoy no tengo mucho que decir...

Pero me encantó el mensaje que recibí...
Me alegró muchísimo el día... y aprendí, de nuevo, lo hermoso del no-esperar.


Originally posted by http://www.vivirtao.com/:


Mandala

¿Qué hice hoy?
Ejercité. Le dije adiós
A un amigo que partía.
Fui al mercado, comí mis comidas.
Fui a caminar. Saqué la basura.
Leí un poco. Medité. Dormí.
Ese fue mi mandala.

Could have done better

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doh

A lot better.


Maybe I should go to Bath.

Ahoy!

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The pirate speaks,"I be sorry for bein' late. I was busy robberin' some guys and drinkin' rum, so t' weekend I had t' spent it at work. But I had a few seconds t' update me site, that will be like this for undefined period o' time. Thanks a lot t' all for comin' in even with t' lack o' activity. Wait... what I just said? I be becomin' a sissy!"

Rebooting is obsolete

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A few days ago a competition for a linux ad was over and the finalists, and winner, of course, were finally public. A lot of work, time and immagination went through all those videos, some of them, very good. Others very strange or funny.

Here, the 5 who made it to the end.

(Comments after each video)

Read more...

Proper engineering is social engineering

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What's the point now of studying engineering? Even engineers don't do things properly...

Volare by Mario and Luigi

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I enjoyed this too much.

There are no words needed.

Outrageous

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What is this? I know Bogotá is not the best place in the world, and I knew normally northamericans have no idea of the rest of the world, but this is incredible. (Besides, it is an excuse to post another completely useless new post). I am watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith and I am totally amazed about how it starts. It says 'We met in Colombia. In Bogotá, 5 years ago...' and then, the shock: a series of scenes of a town, filled with bombs and guns and chickens, people speaking in mexican accent and a... taste of 38 degrees centrigrade with fans included.

Outrageous. Are we that shallow? wink


P.S. Ohh my... I do not know why I am still watching this. It is an awful movie.

Survey (serious one)

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What's wrong with giving heartful answers? sad

I will behave like an engineer from now on.

Note that I said this because my post in spanish was heavily critized, almost like if it had been a CoD of any important matter and I have not realized that... too bad sad

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Encuesta

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English readers: please read this post


De esto, de aquello y de lo otro:
Edad: El equivalente a 3.85 años de perro
Estatura: La de un grano de arena
Peso: Colombiano
Hermanos: Los de la congregación
Hermanas: Todas las del pastor
Amigos: Sí
Amigas: Principalmente devil


Arte, literatura y actividades culturales:
Películas vistas: Muchas de las que tengan más de 80% en el tomatometer
Película más vista: Yo diría, sufrida: La de Windows
Museos visitados: Ninguno! Tampoco estoy tan viejo.
Obras de teatro vistas: Ninguna... siempre voy cuando ya han puesto los acabados.
Conciertos a los que he asistido: Moby!!!
Libros en mi biblioteca: Aproximadamente, 400 KB
Libros leídos: 1
Libros empezados y no terminados: 399 KB
Libros leídos más de una vez: 1e^f(1); f(x)<-x^n; n = { N }
Último libro leido: La Alegría de Querer
Último libro adquirido: La Alegría de Querer
Libro más costoso comprado: La Alegría de Querer
Libro más barato: La Alegría de Querer
CDs que tengo: 500, pero nunca los he contado. Es solo el estimado contando el número de torres que tengo volando
CDs que me he robado: Me perdí una vez entre los intrincados laberintos del brillo de uno de los CDs, pero volví.
CDs que me han robado: ¿A quién le interesaría robarme toda la basura que tengo?
CD más costoso comprado: El de la señora que esa vez en la feria del hogar se lo llevó como por 200 dólares. Menos mal que yo no lo compré (Era pura basura)
CD más barato: Venía en una caja que decía "Solaris".
Música en mi computador: Como 5E25 TB


Académico:
Colegio
Mayor número de materias perdidas en un bimestre: Todas. Es que eso de ser vago, paga.
Puntaje en el Icfes: ¿el que? ¿Qué es puntaje?
Promedio de galletas vendidas: Las gomitas siempre me gustaron más, pero como nunca iba a clase, me las comí todas.
Pinchos de pollo freidos: Salchicha
Veces que pasé a izar bandera: 1 (por ser el más bobito de mi clase)
Colegios por los que pasé: Cerca de unos 40. Eran buenas esas épocas.
Misas a las que asistí: Does not compute! faint
Año de graduación: Tranquilo. No me preocupé mucho por lo externo, porque en esa época me dí cuenta que lo importante viene de adentro.

Universidad
Mejor calificación obtenida en un parcial: Si claro, la que menos me esforcé.
Peor calificación obtenida en un parcial: También, la que menos me esforcé.
Mejor calificación obtenida como definitiva de una materia: nil
Peor calificación obtenida como definitiva de una materia: nil^2
Materias perdidas: Todas las que he visto.
Materias retiradas: Las costuras
Promedio ponderado actual: confused
Créditos tomados: Ni uno. Mi billetera sigue intacta
Traducción en materias: Aire, Fuego, Tierra, Agua.
Créditos aprobados: El banco no me ve con buenos ojos.
Traducción en materias: Madera y Metal.
Mejor promedio semestral: Ese creo que lo tiene algún baboso sin vida.
Peor promedio semestral: Yo Yo Yo!
Libros comprados: Vienen incluídos en el paquete de internet.
Monitorías solicitadas: Ninguna me ha querido prestar atención
Monitorías otorgadas: ¡Menos!
Dinero recibido por esas monitorías: ¡Si ni la hora me dan!
Dinero despilfarrado: Como... ¿todo lo que tengo?
Año de graduación: Cuando el pastor me diga que puedo salir del rebaño.


Hombres:
No gracias.

Mujeres:
Novias oficiales: Muchísimas. Hasta que se casan. Entonces pasan a ser las 'Esposas' oficiales.
Arrocitos en bajo: Siempre se me queman. Malditos arroces. Por eso prefiero la pasta
Estatura promedio: Variable. Según el Banco de la República ( http://www.banrep.gov.co/documentos/publicaciones/pdf/DTSER-45.pdf )
Edad promedio: Ni idea. Ese dato no lo encontré en el BanRep.
Nombre más bonito: . ¿Más bonito para qué?
Nombre más paila: Imusa.
Apellido más chévere: Goatsie
Tiempo promedio de relación: GMT
Propuestas indecentes que me han hecho: No sé a usted. A mí, ni una.
Aceptadas: Todas!
Rechazadas: Las de las hermanas.
Mujeres que he rechazado: Todas
Mujeres que me han rechazado: Esas que se van con el otro
One night stands: Claro! Saturday Night Live!
Canciones dedicadas: Con mi voz de tarro, me daría pena.
Canciones que me han dedicado: La de 'me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta me gusta '. Me la tienen dedicada los del bar de abajo. Todas las #$%& irked mad yuck bomb furious troll noches la misma joda... no joda!
Lágrimas derramadas por una mujer: Cuando matan a la mamá de Bambi.
Completos desconocidas que me han coqueteado: 2
Oportunidades perdidas: Todas
Por cobarde: No, por intereses (bancarios)


Misceláneos:
Horas de sueño: como 2 años, de perro.
Viviendas que he habitado: Bonitas. Unas más grande que otras, pero bonitas.
Cervezas en una tarde: ¡Claro! ¿Quién invita?
Cerveza más tomada: La de los colombianos. Pero no se la recomiendo. Sabe asqueroso.
Países visitados: Todos los del mundo.
Ciudades: También.
Ciudades en las que he vivido: Un dejavu de 4
Hoteles en los que he pernoctado: ¿Se valen moteles, Youth Hostels y casas de amigos?
Horas en un avión: El de Avianca en el Museo de los Niños! Memorable.
Puntos de sutura: ¿mitura?
Metidas de pata: 42
Carros que he manejado: Un Fiat Uno, un VW Golf y una Explorer (Automáticaaaa!!! no )
Canciones que me sé de memoria: tantantantaaaaaannnnn tan taaaaaannnnn
Litros de helado de chocolate ingeridos: 2e-06
Idiomas que hablo: Ni idea.
Deudas a la fecha:
En efectivo
-$0
En especies
-0
Blogs: Sí. Los de antes y los de ahora.

It is replicating!

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NO! It is a BUG!



Thanks to Skorpio for the original source

Lo dije!

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Una imágen vale más que mil palabras:

Beckham + cheerleaders + posh spice == sad

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Hahahaha... I do not like footbal (soccer, for those in NORTH america), and I am not into that kind of thing either, but I was just thinking how I am understanding this world, when I found this jewel, very related to Patricia's post. hahahaha. Humans are humans after all.

What does he say in this last picture?

My bet: "Bollocks! why did I marry this loony?" (Rewrote it to make it readable by teenagers p )

Sorry

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I am sorry of my absence from MyOpera. I have been quite busy at college and work I haven't been able to find the time to post a few ideas I have in my mind.

As an omage to this day, and an answer to Patritzya's 'HiHiHi' post I leave you with a song I love a lot:

The Stig blog

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The Stig started his own blog. His first post was about the Nissan GTR. I copied here his opinions on this marvelous car:


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My Opera Postcard

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Have you ever wonder why My Opera website has been so slow and almost continously under maintenance?

It is because they went on vacation and nobody works on summer.

Now it's the time to raise your hands and scream to My Opera: Wake up! not everyone in the world has summer! there are other parts of the world, like the whole third world that needs this community!

Raise your hands (and pull out your saved money) to send a postcard to My Opera with a clear message: MY OPERA NEEDS A NEW WEB SERVER

The address of the victim... ehem... I mean, the My Opera crew is:

Opera Software ASA
P.O. Box 2648 St Hanshaugen
NO-0131 OSLO
NORWAY


Let's fill that mailbox, so they can cover a whole wall of the conference room with worldwide postcards! hahaha


P.S. Send this message to at least 10 people (all your contacts, for that matter), or else... or else your pet will get sick, you will make bunny cry and even if I know you live 1000 kms away from here, I will cut you with an unbendable 1000.1 kms long knife!
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Now, if you want one of these: (the sticker, not the guy!) then send a message to My Opera with "Opera stickers" in the field "Competition answer"

Reporting Live from Colombia

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Today, and tomorrow, my whole weekend will be full of cats. I am reporting live from Colombia. And I mean ALL of it, in just one place. The theme of the fair is Colombia itself, so there are representatives of every corner of Colombia in here.

Unfortunately my notebook and camera batteries both died this morning, so I have been a little bit busy trying to save energy for the reason I am here: a cat contest.

I have uploaded photos to the 'Kittens' album. A sneak preview:







Well. The story goes like this. As I didn't have batteries to spare, I couldn't take pictures of everybit I lived that day.

It was the first time we have been enrolled as part of the show, and not mere spectators, so as newbies, we arrived first hour in the morning, inocently carrying the kennel from the parking lot, to the entrance of the fair. First mistake. 5.5 Kg of cat, plus accessories, were about 7 Kg to carry for about 500 mts, with this weakling as 'man of the house' ( lol ) the backache was awful at the end of the journey, my arms ripped of from the inner body (i.e. muscles thorned from the inside) and my mental disposition was the one of an angry cat. Indeed, Mr. Smith was much better well behaved than me! A medical check up (for the cat, of course) and we were right into his cage. Double cage, of course. A 5.5 Kg cat can't stand being on a a single cage. He would certainly die asfixiated! or so my mom said. Next step, clean all the cage. I NEVER immagined cleaning bar by bar with ethilic alcohol would be so frustrating and time consuming!



Second mistake. Do not argue with your mom. Worst, don't argue with you mom about HER pet! Just shut up and clean the stupid cage.



With a number assigned, for the cat, of course, make sure he is comfortable in the cage. (How in heaven can he be confortable in a 50 x 100 cm sq cage and zillions of people he does not know, swarming around?). I have to accept, the shock therapy of being in front of so many people made the cat more docile lately. I suppose there is a good side effect from all that experience.

Back to numbers, the one assigned was... 73! ohh my, that would be a looong day. Not for mom, of course, she was all the time up there, working, chatting, laughing, looking cats, cleaning and helping, so who was the only one who should care and take a look at the cat? of course, this little man over here.

After a whole morning waiting, and half of the afternoon, approximately at 15.00 the turn was (finally!) for cat # 73... hey! that's ours! so, hush hush... care the cat, brush him and prepare him in a hurry.





Now! it is time! the strange german judge (he had a smile on his face! and also made jokes! I know they are a myth in Germany, but he actually laughed! At least a couple of times...) started looking at the cat. Everyone (that's me and mom) was there, helping, camera ready, waiting and intensely looking his not-so-cold german eyes for ANY signal of approval (or reaction, for that matter).



At the end, the judgement was over, the results sent to the mic and after a minute of silence, 'Cat number 73 has obtained the Champion Aptitude Certificate, Congratulations!'. Moment of ecstasy... silence and happyness...




The pictures say it all...





The eventful evening was almost over, at least for us. The 13th event of this kind was showing the rest of the cats (there were like 90 or so!) and we were simply watching while the cat slept.

What an easy life... damn. I wanted my life to be like his.

The not-so-live report continues, but with a post about the fair itself.

Stupidly true

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So, so true...

I feel depressed...

hahahahaa

Tagged again...

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Thanks Mar... the thing is done... now, the post...

The instructions:

A.People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.Tag eight people.those who are tagged cannot refuse.

B.These eight people must state who they were tagged by.You cannot tag the person who tagged you.Continue this game by sending this to eight other people.

1.If your lover betrayed you. What will your reaction be?
-- sad I am not the one she expected me to be... but she's free to go.

2.What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?
-- Being as gentle as I can be, try to explain the situation.

3.What if question number two was the other way around?
-- Same as answer 1... hahaha

4.Would you rather be dumped by your Girlfriend or see her cheating on you?
-- Dumped... absolutely (been there... done that...)

5.What's your ideal lover?
-- I know her. She knows me. I love her, she loves me. Freedom is love and love is freedom.

6.Which is more blessed.loving someone or being loved by someone?
-- Loving someone, without doubt.

7.If the person you like does not accept you.would you continue for them to change their feelings?
-- No. She is free to not-love me. If she does not like me for what I am, then it is just a waste of time.

8.If the person you like is already attached.what would you do?
-- Absolutely perfect. She is happy, I am happy. I have my own life too... I am not dependant on her... that would just be... sick.

9.If you could leave everything behind and go to a place to start anew.where would it be?
-- Argentina, Italia or UK.

10.What do you want most in your life?
-- Freedom.

11.Is being tagged fun?
-- Been there... hahaha... it is fun.

12.If you find out that your best friend is going out with your girlfriend or boyfriend.how would you react?
-- Very sad, but it is the same as if it weren't my best friend. (see answers 1 and 3)

13.Who is currently the most important person/s to you?
-- My parents.

14.What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
-- Three words, multiplied by two: L.O.L. x F.U.N.

15.You always loved *fill in the blank*__________?
-- Freedom. Hahahahaa... (deja-vu?)

16.If a person you secretly like cannot recognize you.what would you do or how would you react?
-- Same as answer 7.

17.Would you give your all in a relationship?
-- No, because I don't understand what 'all' means. I thought I have given 'all' in return somewhere in the past, but I learnt that doing it was just plainly stupid. It is simply impossible.

18.If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously.who would you pick?
-- None. "I just vant to be alone".

19.What type of friends do you like?
-- Are there 'types' of friends?

20. Who/what is your inspiration?
-- Void.
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