thank you

thankyouthankyou
it's just like when you know it's meant to happen,
there's two things that'll let you know a man loves you, one of them I shall not discuss in here, the other one is when he kisses your feet...just think about it, who would do that for you? certainly not someone you're just dating, I mean...it's not like it's never happened before but you just know how to do things right, all those other little boys before you had nothing on this...sure they loved me but I think I just fooled myself into thinking I loved them too, I didn't really know what that word meant until you though...at least I had fun, I won't deny that....it was fun.
again, thanks for the fairytale
thanks for loving wine because of me
thanks for encouraging me to be me and do whatever crazy thought might cross my mind
thanks for never holding back in showing me your love even if we're in front of a thousand people, we're so fairytale it makes people sick...
thanks for holding me when I'm drunk
thanks for being patient
thanks for always listening
thanks for always having something to say back
thanks for not being completely like me (our immigration and international conflicts arguments are the best)
thanks for the smiles
thanks for everything, you're my favorite drunken mistake, you're how I know true and love at first sight exist...I looked, you looked, we "beerponged," we sat next to each other and have not spent a day apart ever since...ha who would have thought it would last...who would have thought something could reach almost perfection,
cheesy much? I think so but since I'm with you I don't care if I get a little cliché,

new blog

haha eso qué?
y con eso de mi EGO nombre mío a más no poder,
www.melissamarine.blogspot.com
ciao,

la risa de melissa

se supone que tendría que estar estudiando para mis examenes finales,
bleh, patrañas
sé todo lo que hay por saber...nottt, pero casi casi,
tú vas al punto yo voy por la fantasía...y en puras de esas ando, mi cuarto huele a moras y en el suelo todo es más divertido

nunca se me va a quitar lo revolucionaria (y mucho menos después de lo que me enteré haha el otro día de mi madre y sus anécdotas guerrilleras ayudando a unos chiapanecos de la ezln) ay ay,

moi en la feria del libro,

suddenly it smelled like that hotel in mexico city we used to stay at,

what was that smell? food? smog? the ac? maybe it was freedom. I don't know. the scent of the unknown. visiting all those offices, buildings...oh bureaucracy takes a whole new meaning in the capital city! nevertheless I miss going there so often. the people, our friends...even their annoying accent. what's gotten into me? probably the fact that I'm on page 1186 and Heidegger is making me crazy!
last day of classes this semester is tomorrow, then finals...I'm over this,
16 days to Vegas baby,
hw time.

no tengo

la menor idea de que carajos hago aquí sentada,
andube por ahí, dando pasos hacía cualquier lugar pero por alguna razón terminé aquí sentada frente a la lappppppp. "me duele la panza" no, no el estomago, no me siento mal del estomago, ME DUELE LA PANZA así se dice de donde yo vengo y a estas alturas no estoy para querer deshacerme de esos habitos de la lengua no correcta, mi léxico estudiado y perfeccionado se lo dejo a las cosas más formales. por cierto, qué buen fin de semana tuve- me pasé el sábado por la noche, haha ay no...cuándo aprenderé? espero y nunca del todo, please shoot me cuando deje de hacer ese tipo de niñadas y ñoñadas- ay qué indecente! dónde ha quedado mi dignidad? creo que se nos escapó del carro aquélla ves que ibamos a la playa como a cien millas por hora.

andaba peda cuando dibujé esto ó nada más aburrida? y la neta mi dedo no está así de salchicha,

En proceso

de hacer otro blog (eso de casi edad nueva merece ps cosas nuevas!)
de mientras voy a escribir aquí puuuuuras pendejadas,(más que de costumbre) y voy a poner fotos chafas.

Melissa Mariné Baltazar Amézquita

is 7633 days old and for the first time ever in her life will admit she is an endless, hopeless romantic and is in love.
There's no way around it. I might not always remember, I might not always have it present but it is the truth.
I'm trying to think where can I trace this back to...is it my parent's drama-filled, Romeo and Juliet type of romance or can it go further back? is it my grandma's lullabies or her insatiable faith, her old movies or cooking...there's just a sense of being at home that I trace back to this.
Is it my kindergarten crushes? Is it just the media with its chick-flicks that has led me to believe this to be true? I doubt it though, I believe because it's happened to me...not once but many times, in many different names, eyes, hands and languages and every time I still feel like it's the only time, like before this there was nothing else,

I'm surprised how after having finished reading Freud and Nietzsche I can be thinking of this things,
oh what a phone call can do,

sometimes I cook

for my girls,

I have so many things to do

yet I can't seem to find the will to get 'em done today,
a few pics of my week "off"

hotel room

anoche en un hotel, escapadísima(de la realidad más que nada)

Monday, May 3, 2010
Today has been a hectic day,
Today I didn’t like school,
Today I ended up in a hotel room.
Im chilling at a hotel room. Im sitting on the bed, the big comfy and white bed, I like it, it’s good for jumping but I've already done a lot of that on it so now I move on to checking out other stuff.
I like my view, there’s a lake outside...I wonder if I jump from my balcony onto it I’ll make it out alive?…Pete Doherty is a good music companion in the background, he gets me.
I like the fact that there are so many lamps here, this is good lighting, it’s just…low, I don’t like bright, it’s too revealing. So far I know I fit in the tv cabinet, it smells funny in there, I think I’ll take all their miniature items from the bathroom home, that’s what people do, right? I’ve always done so...
Ive sat in every chair in this room, there are three, why do they have so many in a room for one person, maybe two…maybe I just need to stop underestimating chairs.
I like my bathroom; I might even end up sleeping on the giant tub,

Day 1

of this experiment.
week off-
off of what you may ask?
pretty much everything. I'll do things differently this week. no technology (except my blackberry, c'mon I haven't gone insane either, it's half my life!)
I'll be with friends. I'll think things through (thanks for today jon-jon). I'll submerge myself in more books and focus on nothing else but myself (you may also ask, isn't that what you're all about anyways? well yes, but I will do this in a different way)
thank you life. thank you earth. thank you God.

te advertí esto sucedería

me advertí esto sucedería,
pero lo hicimos, necios.
sabía que no podía estár con alguien tanto tiempo
lo siento
te amo pero, pero es mejor así
mis alas necesitan de nuevo expandirse y yo tomar camino hacia distintos horizontes
ambos sabíamos era tiempo
gracias por todo, eres increible,
todo fue verdadero,
gracias por enseñarme tantas cosas
gracias sobre todo por enseñarme a amar, a no ser egoista, a compartir...a dejar de ves en cuando el orgullo atras
siempre te voy a guardar en un lugar especial
mi hombre de vainilla. adiós.