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About my blog
Hace ya 5 años que abri este blog y creo que es hora de retomarlo y darle un nuevo aire.
Todavia esta en fase de pruebas y tengo que remodelar muchas cosas, pero espero que os guste como esta quedando.
Todavia esta en fase de pruebas y tengo que remodelar muchas cosas, pero espero que os guste como esta quedando.
Black 8 ball
21 agosto 2008
19 agosto 2008
Lo que no se debe hacer en un playback
Estaba buscando un videoclip de Blondie, en concreto de la canción One Way or Another, que la calidad fuera decente y esas cosas... Y me he encontrado con este video. Ojo a la mandibula de la cantante xDDDDDD No tiene desperdicio!
05 agosto 2008
02 agosto 2008
01 agosto 2008
31 julio 2008
De Celebracion
Atento pierde la campaña del Ayuntamiento de Barcelon 010. Paro, ¿indemnizacion?, finiquito, vacaciones y superviaje para celebrarlo. Berlin, Amsterdam fijo... y Londres, Siham? xD
30 julio 2008
No estoy deprimida
Ni me quiero cortar las venas, ni me voy a volver emo... Simplemente me ha dado por escuchar Queen. Sin mas, ok? xDDD
26 julio 2008
Me aburro un webo
Hoy, 12:30, tete's jous:
Amanda: Esto es una mesa de un bar?
Albert: Si
Amanda: Vale, es que me lo parecia.
Otra de Queen u_u
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
24 julio 2008
No he podido evitarlo
Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile, still, stays on!
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
I must be warmer now..
I'll soon be turning round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking!
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!
The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!
I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the,
On with the show!
The Show must go on.
Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile, still, stays on!
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
I must be warmer now..
I'll soon be turning round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking!
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!
The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!
I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the,
On with the show!
The Show must go on.
23 julio 2008
17 julio 2008
La vuelta al cole
Hoy empiezo a trabajr de nuevo, despues de mas de un mes de baja... Un rollo, pero hechaba de menos ya a la gente.
Y mañana a Dublin! xDDDDDD
: )
10 julio 2008
06 julio 2008
02 julio 2008
Nueva vida, 2 parte
Despues de dos entrevistas, de un par de llamadas, de mucho sudor y de muchos nervios, hoy me han llamado para darme una buenisima noticia: me han admitido para estudiar, el ciclo de grado superiro de Imagen para el Diagnostico, en el Hospital Clinic de Barcelona.
29 junio 2008
26 junio 2008
Segunda Fase
Esta mañana he hecho la segunda entrevista, en el Clinic. Entre el martes y el miercoles me diran si me han escogido o no :s
19 junio 2008
Holidays!
Lunes
12:30. Suena el despertador. Que rollo... He dormido poco. No tengo ganas de levantarme.
12:37. Suena de nuevo el despertador. Lo vuelvo a apagar.
12:44. Suena de nuevo. Miro la hora. Tengo que hacerme la comida.
12:46. Intento pasar de las escaleras a la cocina sin pisar 385739769867 veces a la Chlöé.
12:47. Ensalada corriendo y pa la ducha.
14:05. Cojo el A3, para Barcelona.
14:20. Retencion a la altura de Montcada. Con lo bien que me irian unas vacaciones...
15:00 - 22:00. Respondo mails, nos hechan las cartas, atiendo llamadas, marujeos varios...
22:08. Escaleras de acceso del metro de Glories. Me como las escaleras y me levanto toa digna. Nadie delante. Hay como unas 10 personas detras mio, mierda! xD
22:09. Saco la T-10. Me duele el dedo.
22:11. Tengo el dedo gordo, de la mano derecha, como la morcilla de Burgos xD
22:30. Bus de vuelta a Cerdanyola. Recuerdo la frase de las 14:20.
23:40. De urgencias en el CAP Cerdanyola-Ripollet. Me inmovilizan el dedo.
Martes
11:00. Al trabajo a por el parte de la Mutua. Accidente laboral in itinere.
11:20. Llego a la mutua. La administrativa no sabe escribir teleoperadora.
11:25. Me quitan el intento de venda y me hacen una radiografia. El medico no es muy sociable.
11:30. Me hacen un par de radiografias. De frente y de perfil.
11:31. El técnico tampoco es muy sociable.
11:40. Te duele aqui? Y si te lo retuerzo? Y aqui?
11:41. Dolor!
12:15. Salgo con la mano enyesada y un mes de baja.
12:16. Vacaciones de verano para mi... Lalalala!!
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