The old and the new
After a long holiday you only want to
do something: nothing. Return to work is the worst thing you can do
the day after holidays. It’s joining the old and the new. The
old, the same work, same place, same things... the new, seen it
with new and recovered eyes.
After a long Portugal’s holidays, you always want to do
nothing, but you can’t.
Of course, photos on Flickr site.
Copy and paste
If you get out of some information service, of course, you will do another information service (or something else). But the most real problem it’s that you do the same information service. I guess what that people have in mind: “fuck them, fuck them! My website will be better that the others! fuck them fuck them!”.
Of course that remember mi about the three states. People usualy like to be on second stage. People never go up.
Help me Roomba
I have a dream
A dream about a world, people, things, all togheter, all in armony. A dream about how the things works and how people talk one with other. A dream about friendship, a dream about world.
A dream about education, a dream about people, a dream about how all it works. A dream about work, a dream about computer, a dream about ecology.
A dream about love, a dream about hate, a dream about you, and a dream about me.
Makoki
Yesterday, talking with a friend we
have some kind of conversation about some people called
“makokis”.
This are particular people who doesn’t know what they
really are. This people are usually the hero of the day,
they know about something more than everyone, run faster than you
(at least), drive better than you, and of course, they are allways
better than everyone.
If he is Spanish, he have at least four balls. It’s some kind
of new typical spanish one.
Long time ago, the makokis where calling “chulo
piscinas”. People who walks in swimpools with some kind of
flower skirts showing his body and his pectorals but with some grat
problem. Nothing inside.
Now, “chulo piscinas” are makokis, who usually have
some old modding car and only need to run it near you to demostrate
how much noise it is. But as before, nothing inside.
I hate this kind of people, because you can’t have a
conversation with. Why?, easy, they can debate about something,
they can’t ear you, they haven’t any idea about what
are you talking... they only have the best of the best, and of
couse it’s better than you have. And if you talk about (for
example) Georgian and Rusian war, or how bad it’s the spanish
economy, they change that conversation to how deep they can swim
and how fast they drive his car, because they have no idea about
other things. At easy, why they change it so fat? because at mass
people they don’t know anything about, because they
haven’t their own opinion. They are gipsies.
