[ 'for reasons unknown' ]

i should feel guilty – i never remember this blog. Right now, i just did, 'cause MrB. singed-in on my brother's msn.

is pathetic, i update my lj with bullshit about fucking life every day and to this poor thingy? nothing.

although there's no much to say – i'm still wondering when did guys became so fucking boring and i'm still a way to happy for 30 seconds to mars coming to argentina. – oh, my life is so goddamn exciting ¬¬.

ah – my godfather got me a dove from italy. how fucking awesome is that? he made my day okay today (too many ‘y’ ¬¬).

i'll be going now. maybe i remember this more often – or, you know, no.

xoxo
me.

[ 'and i've been doing just fine' ]

Q: Am i that motherfucking domed in the fucking love department?
A: Well, yes.

you know, when they say that i'm never going to get a boy if i don't try to; they should see that every time i do try, everything goes to fucking hell.

Fuck, what's the hard part of 'hey, i like you, wanna go out someday?'

Guhs, i feel frustrated and i normally don't get like that over this; but this time i had to get it out - and i wasn't gonna do it somewhere else, so here it is.

i don't want a fucking boyfriend, i don't want a relationship - i just want a boy to hang out and make out.

that's it, i'm turning to lau's friends, or my brother's. ¬¬

i feel like i'm 12 all over again. shoot me, please?

'am I too dirty? am i too flirty?'

With the venomous kiss you gave me
I'm killing loneliness (Killing loneliness)
With the warmth of your arms you saved me,
Oh, I'm killing loneliness with you
I'm killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb
I'm killing loneliness

awake.unafraid@hotmail.com - feel like killing loneliness with me?

(fuking insomnia is back)

everyone is heavy-breathing in their sleeps - i wish i was 'em.

"You fall in love of everyone," she told me, and it took me a whole day to realize how right she was.

it's true because i do fall in love of small glances, of shy smiles, of soft voices, of dark eyes and shinny looks – also of jokes in the right moment, of good manners in the table, of gentlemanly and dorky-ness. i just do it, i can't help it.

"but your falling in love lasts as much as an ice-cube over fire." She added, after a second. and that was something i understood right away.

because i fall in love of little things – but i can't never fall in love with the person itself. mostly because i believe that love-of-being-in-love just goes okay or movies and fanfictions.

[ 'i wanna stand up, i wanna let go' ]

links ahoy!

this is me
and my life:


*in words:
this makes me proud, is my work
this makes me happy
this worries me and I still need it
this is who i look up to
this keeps me sane and alive
this is my everything
this is my forever
this is my company

*in pics:<
they make me feel okay
they make me understand
they make me scream
they are more than what I can say
they are back
they keep me awake
they lullaby me to sleep
[and there are so many more that I can never finish this list]

*x-posted to my LJ*

ladyrcoketdale - maia - or just me

[ 'let me wrap myself around you' ]

*ejem*
1. I love Linkin Park. Deply.
2. I hate Linkin Part. Madly.
*ejem*

*explains*
1. Minutes To Midnight.
2. The Projekt Revolution Tour.

oh - i'm very amused today. i wrote smut a fic then found out somenthing interesting and just read a few things about the new AP's book and well, yeah.

i'm gonna keep talking about all this in my LJ - and myabe then on aim and msn. weird day today.

SANTI! ooops, i mean maia

ps. pals i miss you :[

[ 'i look at you and smile' ]

teenagers scare me.
teenagers girls scare the living shit out of me.
teenagers girls in groups make me wonder how all the boys in the world haven't turn into gays.

*sigh*

it's amusing, thought, how some boys seem to love everything i just said i despised. but really, i'm pretty sure that when i was 15/16 i wasn't like 'em… but well, i'm not a good example of anything like that.


ahhh, my new hair feels so fucking good. and it needs to go out more often. i need to go out more often, i need to meet new people.
not that anything of that is gonna happen, but that's to point out that my intentions exists

btw, spiderman 3 ftw! meaning that i pretty much liked the movie – i may ramble over it on my LJ or later.

(wanna hear the song in me head? well, that would be I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor by Arctic Monkeys. i dunno why, i don't even really like 'em – less for the last song, i like that one. and i assume i like this one too ;])

mery, who indeed looks good on the dancefloor or at least she used too

[ 'wrong until you make it right' ]

I'd drive my car off of the bridge
If I knew that you weren't inside

i think there are a lot of things we'll do if we know they wouldn't cause a terrible effect. words we'll say if we knew that nothing is going to change or that everything will be okay. actions we'll take if someone can assure us that no matter what everything would be the same as before.
we'll be braver – i'll be braver that's for sure – if there's something that would remain the same even if the rest changes.
it's like – like if you want to move forward, do something a level up; but you're not sure.. so this something provides you the safety of that even if you do what you want at the end all the damage that could have been caused it has been avoided and only the would results came out – that way you'll do it, right? you'll do anything, right?
i know i would… it would be a fantastic way to kill some time

(the song in my head it's Handcuffs from Brand New, that's the link for you to download it)

maia, who would arrest you if she had some time

[ 'can i change your mind?' ]

i may be ugly but they sure love to stare.

i think – i think that i have a pretty fucked up concept of beauty.

anyway, i'm not going to rant about what i think is beautiful (which is very different of what i think is hot or pretty or cute or even nice to the eyes). i'm going to talk nonsense until i got tired.

or maybe i'm going to give myself a reason of why i started to write in english again. i don't know, i assume it's easier. all the music i listen to is in english, also are the movies i watch or the tv-series i follow. i love how the english words come out from my mouth, i love talking dirty in english it's easier and it sounds better (okay I totally blame fanfiction for that one), but really i feel like in english i can say whatever i want and never be wrong about it (ugh, how jack marin of me ¬¬). and thinking in english is something i do every day, so it's easier to write in the same way i think.

that makes sense, somewhere in my head. (and yes caplocks are for suckers).

btw, if someone says that i'm a way too skinny lately i'm going to kill 'em with scissors

cute is what maia aims for. or not

(si, porque dos LiveJournals, un GreatJournal, un Buzznet y un fotolog no son suficientes ¬¬)

...Y porqué no?...
Con ese interrogante empecé a hacer practicamente todo.
Desde leer mi primer fic hasta abrir esto... Pasando por las cosas más importantes de mi vida (y por las personas... y ahora estoy diciendo chistes internos que nadie entendera... oh, well, what a shame...)

Es interesante como relamente me prometí acostarme temprano hoy y ya es la 1.32am... Y mi segunda taza de café en menos de una hora, si vamos al caso...
Será que me puso de buen humor terminar unas cosas de biofisica y dije "vamos a abrir un blog" y en lugar de eso antes tuve (si, tuve) que leer varias cosas de importancia suprema... Y recién hace poco me senté frente a esto...
Estoy sorprendida, eso sí, con la facilidad que elegí título/dirección/palabras para el perfil... Yay por eso. Si, yay.

Oh, parece que algo imporatnte me llama (uhm, "The Listener" by Emily. Y no, no queres saber de que se trata, pero a mi me gusta hacerle propaganda ¬¬)
así que dejaré de escribir estupideces... al menos por este primer post (en el cual milagrosamente no me puse a delirar con ideas extrañas de las que siempre andan en mi cabeza...)

Mañana supongo que me ocuparé de firmar blogs ajenos...

maia!at the disco