Para los que creen...

Señor, ellos piensan que te engañan con asistir a la iglesia los Domingos… Orando y poniéndole las manos en la frente a la gente, pisando fuerte y saltando, fingiendo que tienen dentro al Espíritu Santo. Pero es delgado el hilo entre decirlo y hacerlo, darlo y vivirlo, a simular que todo está bien.
¿Será que de verdad creían que pondrían el velo sobre tus ojos, Señor?
¿De veras pensaron que al fingir serían salvados, amparados y recompensados?
…¡Sería lo más extraño que he escrito hasta hoy!
Y quizá luego de esto, mucha gente en mi contra estará, pero luego de esto solo a ti responderé, Señor.

Así que, ya, me decidí; iré a la iglesia este Domingo y cantaré una canción que talvez ofenda y hiera los sentimientos de unos cuantos a ver si les hace pensar, a ver si hago bien y no mal..
Ay Señor, como sucede en el cielo, yo espero que comprendan lo mucho que desencantan a un simple pecador como yo.

¿Señor, y a quién piensan que timan, cantando alabanzas repletas de gloria, cuando luego en el mundo es otra historia?
Se me agotan las personas que algún día por mi rezarán…

No es que ansíe aparentar ser ejemplo del hombre perfecto, pero creo firmemente que si lo hablas debes hacerlo y no predicarlo el día entero. Pues si te contradices como hipócrita quedarás, y correrás el riesgo de alejar algunas de las personas más bellas de tu vida. Y nunca ha sido mi intención desanimarte o dudar de tu fé, sino estimularte a que tu vida cambies.
¡Sería lo más real que he escrito hasta hoy día!

Does it really matter?

Aunque te parezca un tanto insensible,
me gusta la idea de verte triste...
Aunque te parezca que soy egoísta,
me gusta la idea de verte llorar.
Aunque aparente ser cínica y que tus sentimientos no me han de importar,
me gusta la idea de saber que estás vivo,
me gusta saber que eres real.

is it wrong???

why do I sometimes feel like I do what I do, because I owe it to someone, or because I the world owes me... is that ethically or morally wrong? who is even to say what is wrong with this, if anything?
is it rationalization or is it justification for my actions?

Co0lnesS!!

you know what's really cool... when you know the "other side" of a person that no one else knows about... and you know what's even better, when they bring out that side in you...

call it what you may

the highlight of my night

So I went to Roxy (that stupid ass night club) last night and I was so bored and annoyed I went to the bathroom when I didn't even have to pee... I just stood there in the stall basking in my glorious "jumo" -for lack of a better word- and when I came out my friend was waiting for me, and the lady that gives you paper towels when you wash your hands said she liked my earrings.. and me, not giving a fuck as usual, took 'em off and gave them to her... I didn't think it was a big deal, she didn't wanna take them from me, but I told her I had 2 pairs.. then she took them, but for some reason I guess she felt like she had to give me something... so he gave me a full pack of Eclipse gum... the kind I actually like =D
AND THAT WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY NIGHT
The End

LA NIÑA DE GUATEMALA

Quiero, a la sombra de un ala,
contar este cuento en flor:
la niña de Guatemala,
la que se murió de amor.

Eran de lirios los ramos;
y las orlas de reseda
y de jazmín; la enterramos
en una caja de seda...

Ella dio al desmemoriado
una almohadilla de olor;
él volvió, volvió casado;
ella se murió de amor.

Iban cargándola en andas
obispos y embajadores;
detrás iba el pueblo en tandas,
todo cargado de flores...

Ella, por volverlo a ver,
salió a verlo al mirador;
él volvió con su mujer,
ella se murió de amor.

Como de bronce candente,
al beso de despedida,
era su frente —¡la frente
que más he amado en mi vida!...

Se entró de tarde en el río,
la sacó muerta el doctor;
dicen que murió de frío,
yo sé que murió de amor.

Allí, en la bóveda helada,
la pusieron en dos bancos:
besé su mano afilada,
besé sus zapatos blancos.

Callado, al oscurecer,
me llamó el enterrador;
nunca más he vuelto a ver
a la que murió de amor.


is this how I'm gonna die?

haha new freakin barbie

is this some hallucinogenic shit or what?
check this out, right...this barbie you see towards your right ------>>>
Includes:Light brown handbag purse
Red heel platform sandals
Golden tan puppy dog pet with red satin leash
Red water/food dog dish
Box of dog treats
Red and pink dog bed
only for about $10-$15 and guess-the-fuck-what? it comes with a dog that REALLY POOPS!!!
It actually takes a dump man...can u believe this?
they say the 2010 barbie is actually gonna be able to regurgitate. (that means vomit, u dumb ass)

DID I MENTION....?

...that today is the frist day of spring? and how when february comes in DR everybody's happy all of a sudden... I always saw that but I never quite got it...

that ciara - like a boy video, .that shit's hot. tell me not...?
but anyway...

POR QUE SERA?

A los dominicanos le fascinan los extranjeros aun, no soportan a su propia gente en su propia tierra, solo se escucha la critica de boca de los criollos q' privan en "viajeros" hasta q estos mismos se encuentran fuera de su pais y ya pues puros desconocidos se tratan como hermanos. Why? because you know exactly what I'm talking about when I speak about my country nostalgically, don'tcha? and how it used be when we were kids, then teenagers n shit...all the fads we now joke about, how people relate to eachother no matter what, and just how God-Damn good it felt to be there....

I wanna fucking sing...

Have you ever wanted to get something out there like really bad? (who the fuck am I asking?) I mean I guess that's how artists feel most of the time....but the point is I feel like that...I really really want to sing that song Broken -by Bjork...I don't what it is but there's something that just makes me want to scream like that...to be honest, I don't even know if I want it to be heard, even though I highly doubt I'll be able to avoid that but, I don't really care, I don't want feedback, I just want to get it off my chest and I think that singing is the only way I can do this...I can just let everything out like that....why can't I just scream? I can scream just like that in public and I can sing, it's not hurting anybody so why don't I see anybody else doing it? is it the crowd thing? like when there's a big crowd and they're all clapping, I mean somebody have to had started the clap for everyone else to follow and go along with it....and if everyone does it then there's nothing wrong, but if nobody else would have followed that first clapper things would look different right?
you would think that this one clapper is fucking crazy or something....but he's not...he just started something no one else dared to follow...nevermind start.
So what if I started singing? just everytime I felt like it no matter where I am I start singing....
Right now I'm in a computer lab at the university campus.... there's about 6 people here, and there's a sign with all the rules on it. One of the rules is "no talking" but I don't see where it says "no singing" ...so should i do it? i don't know if I should....but I could...I know that much....I could....so why don't I?
is it common courtesy? u know, just so I don't bother other people...but they don't give a fuck when they talk on their cell phones even though they are breaking 2 of the rules stipulated on the dry erase board. I wouldn't be breaking any rules if I sang....so...let's see...no I won't I tried, I sang a little bit...but it was pretty low and I think only one person heard me but she didn't really notice...or seem to care....but I want to sing louder than that....instead what am I doing? I'm typing....and that's sad...

How in your opinion are we to prevent war?

Here, immediately, are three reasons which lead your sex to fight; war is a profession; a source of happiness and excitement; and it is also an outlet for manly qualities, without which men would deteriorate. But that these feelings and opinions are by no means universally held by your sex is proved by the following extract from another biography, the life of a poet who was killed in the European war: Wilfred Owen.

Already I have comprehended a light which never will filter into the dogma of any national church: namely, that one of Christ’s essential commands was: Passivity at any price! Suffer dishonour and disgrace, but never resort to arms. Be bullied, be outraged, be killed; but do not kill . . . Thus you see how pure Christianity will not fit in with pure patriotism.

- from Three Guineas

"A change is gonna come"

I wish I could just forget everything and from now on, just live "in music" if that's even possible. Would I miss anything? Past experiences, where would they go? How could I miss something I don't remember? Would it be possible to feel nostalgic...at all?

"Music" (Leela James)

Somebody play on the guitar strings
Makes me think of my favorite songs
Reminds me of when I heard Aretha sang
Gladys, Tina, and Chaka Khan
Can't go back to yesterday
Can we just put the thongs away

And fall back in love with music
Nothin' but the music
Oh

Everybody knows that Marvin's gone
Still I gotta tell you what's going on
Said the music’s gone

Where'd the soul go?
It's all about the video
We don't sang no mo'
Where's the music gone?

Where'd the music go?
It's all just for the dough
It ain't songs no mo'
Where's the music gone?

Still hear Donny playin' them keys
Sangin' one day we'll all be free
Can't even turn on my radio
Somebody hollerin' bout a bitch or a hoe

Right now I'm missing music
Back porch, down-home music

El Viejo i-erre-se

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Originally uploaded by nahdeen.

jejej ok
Sucede y viene al caso senioritas y senioritos (like anybody's actually reading, ok so if nobody's reading why am I still writing to them? "them"? who the fuck is "them" if there's nobody reading? or is there... wtf!!!) oh great...now i totally lost my train of thought...We'll get back to this when I'm not so fucked up... ok lo k paso fue k yo estaba muy aburria un dia y baje el IRC, entonce entre al canalsito ese dike #dominicanos y nah un reguero de privado tu sabe como e, pero yo me la coi de relajo hasta k vino un pana y me impresiono por su insistencia y tuve k guardar la conversacion, yo juraba k lo habia oido todo, todo tipo de muela en el irc pero este pana me dejo bokiabierta, wow... jajaja he aqui el copy paste del dialogo:




taicoto: y como eres?
LigiaElena: bien fea
taicoto: esa es una posibilidad
taicoto: que tan fea?
LigiaElena: jajaja wao....
taicoto: tu tienes derecho a ser fea.......no es un pecado ni nadie te va arechazar por eso.:)
LigiaElena: nunca habia oido esa
taicoto: si eres una buena persona por dentro, todo lo que debes de hacer es tratar de arreglarte lo mejro posible, para que seas un chin menos ea
LigiaElena: jajajajaja wao...tu me cae bien
taicoto: gracias
taicoto: lo que no debes de conformarte, siempre uno puede verse mejor
LigiaElena: hehehe bueno
LigiaElena: no ombe ya
LigiaElena: yo no vua jode ma
LigiaElena: me kede fea y ya
taicoto: hehehe
taicoto: tal vez no seas tan fea........
LigiaElena: bueh
LigiaElena: http://www.myspace.com/nahdeen
LigiaElena: eso lo dice tu mi pana
taicoto: bueno.......no te voy a decir que eres bonita, pero no estas taaaan triste como te pintas
LigiaElena: jajaja yo nama dije fea
LigiaElena: no e pa tanto
LigiaElena: yo no dije orrible

jajjajajajajajajaa k interessante...

GOT LEMISOL?

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Originally uploaded by nahdeen.

First of all, these are somethings I just found out:
-A friend of mine was found guilty on the charge of three murders. Which just goes to show that you never know when your gonna snap, I mean I always thought he was a little crazy but...wow...not like that, and I would have never anticipated ANYTHING even remotely close to what happened...he stabbed 4 people, three died. wtf?

-the band that sings that song "High Enough" is Damn Yankees, I've been thinking about that for a while... those damn yankees....

- look at the picture then read the beginning of the paragraph below it

Moving

anybody seen that godamn Richard Pryor movie "Moving"?? ...I'm sorry I love Richard, but that movie pissed the fuck out of me...C'mon first with the movers, I wouldn't even let those people into my house in the first place, and then like...you can't call the cops??? Hello?!?! and you can't calll the moving company to complain about your furniture or the old guy that's packing it...
but whatever you know, I get it, it's a movie - late '80s movie at that- Of course then at the end he gets his fake ass revenge, but none of this had to happen in the first place had he done what anybody would have done in that situation, Oh man, and what about the wife? what the fuck did she do in the whole fucking movie....nothing...
A good-laugh-your-fucking-ass-off movie though is "Everything you ever wanted to know about sex" with Gene Wilder and some sheep...anyways It's a Woody Allen flick and it's freakishly funny. Watch it. I dare thee. Or don't watch it, I also dare thee...

jajaja I leave u w/this motha fucka...

What 's your Fantasy?

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Originally uploaded by nahdeen.

Did you know that...
... for every 10 guys in the world who have witnessed Jessica Simpson's hottness, 7 have experienced a dream or fantasy of some sort with the singer/actress ?

Well it's not yet affirmative (partly because I lied) but, even some women have these fantasies too...
In particular, mine is:

"Oh Jessica, please please please, I'm your biggest fan, please help me out here. I yell at her as I'm thrusting back for impulse.
JESSICA! HOLD YOUR SISTER ASHLEY DOWN SO I CAN KICK HER IN THE THROAT!!!"


V.I.P: Felicidades Pabo, Alan y Harold. Mifamz.

el verdadero significado de YUCA.

Ricardo Montaner...y dice asi...

Lo que no digo cantando:

Hoy, es 12 de abril y me duele la cabeza. Hace una hora me subí a éste aparato 757, que me lleva de cuidad desde México para Caracas, solo tengo 38 horas de vacaciones y las voy a aprovechar para ver a mi gente porque los extraño mucho. La mayoría de las personas piensan que esto es fácil y divertido... Yo mismo reconozco que cuando ingresé en el mundo mágico de la música, lo hice creyendo que era la mejor excusa para la diversión y el vivir bomba... Es divertido... pero no es sencillo aguantar...
El sábado pasado emprendimos una gira de conciertos en todo el territorio mexicano, además terminé anoche de colocar la voz a éste disco, que tuviste la osadía de comprar.

Son mas de 60 shows que daremos en México sin contar la gira centro y sur americana, además en el norte, ya firmamos la ronda de presentaciones para el mes de octubre.

Han pasado unos cuantos meses desde la última vez que les escribí, por mi vida van surgiendo experiencias y episodios que me ayudan a darme cuenta de lo importante que son los detalles, los momentos íntimos, el ir al super de compras, caminar por la principal de Las Mercedes, subir a la familia y a los perros a la camioneta y salir de fin de semana. El darse un beso a la luz de la luna, en una calle cualquiera de Caracas, en el coche... O simplemente competir a ser el mejor asador de parrilla con Alfredo, José y Rodolfo.

Ver como Ricardo Andrés me da sus primeras carcajadas en exclusiva y los primeros sustos también, cómo Alejandro y Héctor dejan de ser hijos y se convierten en mis hermanos y compinches con el correr del tiempo, como la flaca elige la combinación de ropa que me queda bien.

Las tonterías de todos los días, el jardín, el desorden, la comida casera, la vida de verdad... la familia.

Cuantas maravillas me dan Dios y la vida, que afortunado soy al tenerlos a ustedes, leyendo con atención ahora mismo, aplaudiéndome, sonriéndome y deseándome que siga adelante. Pero cuanto nos perdemos nosotros los navegantes...

Aprovechen amigos, vivan cada cosa tonta de la vida con intensidad absoluta, no se la pierdan, den gracias a dios por el super, y los perros, por el football y las camisas con el cuello arrugado... por todos los insignificantes días de la existencia.

Sudden Epiphanies

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Originally uploaded by nahdeen.

*First of all, is that how you spell the plural from of "epiphany"?

- El salami no sabe igual, antes yo me comia el preambulo del salami primero, ya fuera el mangu, tostones, o pure. Me lo comia juyendo pa poderme jartar el salami solito...u know, you always save the best for last, pero ya no me da ese deseo, y si me da no es el mismo gusto de antes....osea...el salami no sabe igual. Me killas Salami.

- Salad is boring (While watching a progresso soup commercial)

- Why do white people sport du-rags and grow dreadlocks... do they even know what they're for?
Oye cracker: you cannot -and never will- belong to the Irie Culture so stop begging for acceptance.

- To all those salsa haters out there (I do mean salsa the music genre, not the dip) I would love to see you try to keep that beat.

la loca is bak

I 15

Please listen to this....
rieguen eto muchachito please
they're nice ...forreal