Tuesday, July 18, 2006

New Hair Style

There! Have fun...

On this one I am next to Kaoru-San.

And in this one, In sitting with my lady.


Hope you like. No lyrics this time...

Monday, July 17, 2006

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

WOW!
What an awesome movie. I saw it yesterday and oh boy... The bad thing is that I can't comment because I dun want to spoil you guys... but I'll tell you this: good old Jack is better than ever!
Do you know why "The Da Vincci Code" and "X-MEN 3: The Last Stand" sucked so bad? Because all the cool stuff went to this one... I can't wait for the third part, wich is already filmed btw.. I just found out yesterday.

Lyrics? Just the right one...

YO HO (A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME)
Lyrics by Xavier Atencio and music by George Bruns

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

This Pisses me Off, Part IV

No blondie, this one isn't about you; although it is about a girl.
There is this wacko at school that I met, idk, like 2 years ago or so... the fact is that she dug arround so she could meet me; fine, lots of people do that, not only out-of-their-mind girls. Everytime we spoke I realized more and more that this girl had issues, and since I grew fond of her I tryed to help out as much as I could... and that's when all turn wrong. She had never tasted alcohol, and when she began drinking... she was unable to stop... so what do you get when you cross a drunk girl with issues with a cellphone with "habla pegao'"? You don't know? I'll tell you: A FUCKING CALL AT 3AM IN THE MONIRNG FROM THE DRUNK GIRL WITH ISSUES!! Yeah, that's what you get... but since she is so nice it's not like she called just once to check in... no no, SHE CALLED EVERYTIME SHE GOT DRUNK!! And, just for the fun of it, how often do you think she got drunk? EVERY FUKING WEEKEND!! And she kept calling no matter what!
But I don't care, I'm fine, I'm cooooooool baby... Until the day that Olgi answered my cell phone and told her to stop calling; she got pissed and on the next day she starts fighting and yelling and all because "I shouldn't have let Ogli pick up my phone"... that did it, there, in that exact moment, I lost my cool... An now she knows where she can shove her cellphone.
Guess what now she is left alone, everyone got tyred of her. I pity her, but I can't do shit; why? 1.- Because of principles 2.- There is nothing that I've not already tryed, this girl just isn't logical.
And on top of that, yesterday at 2:30am or so she called me, drunk I asume, but I didn't have a good reception and the call was lost.

Why do I trouble myself telling you this children? So you learn from me... when you realize that someone you know is a wacko, tell Olgi to pick up your phone.... now Im off, I can't leave you lyrics because I have a wireless mouse and it just ran out of battery.... so... see ya!... or something like it.

PS: I cut my hair real short... pictures coming soon.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Deutschland 2006

Ok, the World Cup have finally ended.
No more World Cup for another 4 years, thank God we have the Eurocup.
This was a good World Cup, my team got the 3rd place acording to the FIFA, but to me the final match was played by Germany and Italy, and Italy won fair and square; in what to me was the best game in the whole tournament.
Congratulations to the champios and all those ppl I know that were cheering for Italy: Giani, Hector, Evita, Ana Valentina, KAORU-SAN (Aka: El Donero; Aka: Franklin), Machorro, Lucia and all the others that I cannot think of right now; we'll get you next time.

Lyrics? I have just the right one right here....

1) Fratelli d'Italia, l'Italia s' desta
dell'elmo di Scipio s' cinta la testa
dov' la vittoria? Le porga la chioma:
ch schiava di Roma Iddio la cre.

(rit.) Stringiamoci a coorte, siam pronti alla morte,
siam pronti alla morte, l'Italia chiam.
Stringiamoci a coorte, siam pronti alla morte,
siam pronti alla morte l'Italia chiam.

2) Dall'alpe a Sicilia, dovunque Legnano;
ogni uom di ferruccio ha il core, ha la mano.
I bimbi d'Italia si chiaman Balilla
il suon d'ogni squilla i vespri son.

(rit.)

3) Noi fummo da secoli, calpesti e derisi,
perch non siam popolo, perch siam divisi.
Raccolgaci un'unica bandiera, una speme:
di fonderci insieme gi l'ora suon.

(rit.)

4) Son giunchi che piegano le spade vedute,
gi l'aquila d'Austria le penne ha perdute
il sangue d'Italia il sangue polacco
bev col Cosacco, ma il sen le bruci.

(rit.)

5) Uniamoci, uniamoci l'unione e l'amore
rivelano ai popoli le vie del Signore.
Giuriamo far libero il suolo nato.
Uniti per Dio, chi vincer ci pu?

(rit.)

6) Evviva l'Italia, dal sonno s' desta,
dell'elmo di Scipio s' cinta la testa.
Dov' la vittoria? Le porga la chioma:
ch schiava di Roma Iddio la cre.

Stringiamoci a coorte, siam pronti alla morte,
siam pronti alla morte, l'Italia chiam.
Stringiamoci a coorte, siam pronti alla morte,
siam pronti alla morte, l'Italia chiam.


PS: Zidane, great last performance, huh? SERVES YOU RIGHT!!!