tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32536810536485769522025-05-12T03:10:00.985-03:00Sos tan patetico como yo. Pero por lo menos somos dos.Number eighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069534114601431760noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253681053648576952.post-52749504261227969062010-09-29T00:11:00.000-03:002010-09-29T00:11:33.281-03:00

This blog will go into a hiatus, because of personal matters. I'd appreciate if you didn't erase me from your follows and your heart (bawwww!).See you soon and thanks for reading! ---- Este blog entrara en un hiato, por razones personales. Agradeceria si no me borrasen de sus seguimientos y sus corazones (awwww!)Nos vemos y gracias por leer!

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English: While reading a well known imageboard, a thread came up about misheard lyrics.Immediately, I started wondering if that had ever happened to me, specially in spanish... Then, I remembered "Hey, wasn't there a show that did a sketch, just about mishearding lyrics?"... So without much further ado, I give to you, from the argentinian show "Todo X $2" (Translation: "Everything 2 pesos", as

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English: I've always considered myself an innovator... And I always highlight the importance of improvisation... A few nights ago, I was doing the dishes when, suddenly, the thumb in my left hand glove, ripped... I stopped washing and didn't know what to do, when it hit me... I have something here...  Behold: The Thumbless Rubber Glove!! (Patent Pending) - Gives you that extra

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or: Tangerines: Reason I believe in God English:Hello, my friends, and welcome. Let me start by stating that, despite the title, I consider myself an agnostic. I believe in destiny and whole other crap...But, the other night, I was chillin with a friend of mine... Pretty high... So, he says to me "You know, the fact that we're smoking a plant that comes from the earth, blablabla, Pachamama,

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Or: I hate you so much!! English:This time I'll be talking about a plague. No, it doesn't consist on toads, locust, or killing anyone (art and music, maybe)... I just can't believe so many people let themselves be "distracted" with this guy, with so much better musicians and composers out there... The main star of this post is a singer called Ricardo Arjona... Why the animosity against him,

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or: literary review, kiddies!! I've decided, as I have a couple spanish speaking visitors, I'll write both in english and spanish... English:Today I finished Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea"... Really a delightful experience... It confirmed what I suspected after reading "A Farewell to Arms"... This guy has one the best ability to inmerse you in the situation, with a heavy emphasis on the

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Okay, now...  I'll asume, you're american, or plainly not Argentinian, as I am... I'll try then to give you some inside info about how things are going on here, traditions, customs, and whatever ass-shit I'd like to post... Let me try to begin with this... Something that amazes me is the revival or offspring of a (you could say) new hippie-nativeamerican-rastafarian subculture. I

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Esta es la primer entrada del blog. Y creo que deberia ser santificada con esto: Parado sobre el agua, creando tu panMientras los ojos del idolo con la cabeza de hierro brillanDistantes barcos navegan hacia la nieblaNaciste con una serpiente en cada uno de tus puños mientras un huracán soplabaLibertad, a la vuelta de la esquina para vosPero con la verdad tan distante, que bien podría hacer

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