She lives in my dreams

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20951779303115304032011-11-27T21:01:49.987-03:00She lives in my dreamsYves Benoîtnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-12403348408721487972007-04-23T12:34:00.000-03:002007-04-23T12:38:33.239-03:00To believe is to see

Last night, I had a dream. It doesn't matter what was it about... the important part of it was one weird thing: in the middle of the dream, I discovered I was dreaming, so I did what I wanted. It's like being your own god for a night. I want more dreams like that... I'll conquer the world soon if so!

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-21757694727103009462007-04-14T03:55:00.000-03:002007-04-14T04:04:50.802-03:00Everything ain't shine is gold

More than half an hour with a complicated spreadsheet returned me a great notice: I'll get rid of all my debts in less than two weeks!That means, I'll be stepping on steady ground from May, and therefor, I'll be able to save money to buy my new computer and/or the digital camera.Come on 2007, show me you can do better than 2006! You have eight months left to beat him.

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-35511841555778908532007-04-13T20:15:00.000-03:002007-04-13T22:33:00.366-03:00Rain and work

I'm tired of being telling you nothing interesting, but all work and no school has turned my life into an empty box. I look better than a box, anyway. But I don't have news. I'm working. And outside is raining so bad. I like the sound of the rain.

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-88068383769227986272007-04-08T21:29:00.000-03:002007-04-09T03:37:57.545-03:00One short tale

Once, there was a big red whale. She used to live with her friend, the crazy hamster, in the shores of a desert island. One day, a ship approached to the island, and a man tried to communicate with the whale (because everybody knows hamsters don't talk). The whale, named Anastacia, thought the man on the boat was pinocchio's father, but he wasn't. That man was Guybrush Treepwood, something like a

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-12483571276850824202007-04-06T17:31:00.000-03:002007-04-07T20:53:55.068-03:00Back to the blog

Hello everybody again! Since the last time I wrote here, there were a few news you must hear: the most important one, I approved literature and now there's only one subject left to go.I'm happy to announce my friend Amancay has opened her own blog. It's nice to introduce in some way people to the blogosphere, and read new thoughts.Yesterday I woke up with a need of hang out, so I met my friends

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-74926333648986958452007-03-20T00:26:00.000-03:002007-03-20T00:43:31.676-03:00I still alive

I'm alive, just with some work. No news about my life.But I've seen her again in a dream...

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-52353714473970597912007-03-17T04:56:00.000-03:002007-03-17T05:05:40.883-03:00One step forward, two steps backwards

Today was a normal day. But after dinner, I received an IM from a pretty girl, and we started to chat. I was commenting as an anonymous coward some time her fotolog, and after some time we established contact (well, I said her in a mail who was the anonymous person on her flog). After a brief talk the same day, we didn't have a considerable chat. But today she talked to me, and I was happy. The

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-18687596212871368342007-03-15T02:48:00.000-03:002007-03-15T02:57:39.141-03:00Quick thought of the day

There are some humans who don't understand the magnificence and beauty of small things. Like seeing a group of children running through the forest towards you.Life is a diamond, with as many faces as eyes watching it...

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-67525376953919413242007-03-14T01:36:00.000-03:002007-03-14T02:13:55.898-03:00Life as a graph

Today I had the time to do something I wanted to do since some months... I drawn a graph with different curves, each one representing how some people (nine girls, in this case) changed my life in the last seven years. Those changes were not physical changes. Each of those girls made me think about how I drive my life. Everytime I'm wondering what's wrong with me, what is my fault? Nobody said me

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-3192565136302941402007-03-13T03:40:00.000-03:002007-03-13T04:02:23.419-03:00Destiny or destination?

Many people is trying to find out their course in life. Life is a walk... full of paths with one direction: forward. Instead of trying to find the right path, they may focus in one destination. Paths are useless if you're going nowhere... But if you know where you want to get, you'll find out your way with ease.The ends justifies the means. I'm a bit scared about how my life is changing, what I'm

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-21042845389108210222007-03-10T18:48:00.000-03:002007-03-10T19:15:37.148-03:00Life: The ultimate role playing simulator

There are lots of Role Playing Games (RPGs), but seems like nobody understands that Life is a RPG. A very complex one, with no 'undo' and no levels.We must take care of many personal feelings and needs, all at the same time. We need to raise our well being, maybe working, but trying to keep enough spare time to live with our family, meet friends, or take a time for our selves.For crying out loud,

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-33895515918588690922007-03-08T02:34:00.000-03:002007-03-08T02:55:02.640-03:00Things I learn from the movies

Today I wasted time doing silly things, and thinking about the fact I'm alone in this [censored] world. I did an amazing 3D+Photoshop drawing at my fotolog inspired on my loneliness.Beside of that, I saw a movie, Lady in the Water, which was an excellent movie. It made me think about something... The horror movies makes me feel a bit scarred after I watch them. But this kind of movies leaves on

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-5227259243675504452007-03-05T22:41:00.000-03:002007-03-05T23:33:23.706-03:00Another normal day in my life

Today was a normal day. Nothing exceptional occured. I woke up at 12 AM o'clock, turned on my computer and waited till my mom finished cooking the lunch.I spent all the evening working on the layout of a website for a client.Now I'm drinking coffee with cream, and I'll see a movie (Date movie).After the movie, probably I'll finish the first "release candidate" of the website I've been working on,

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095177930311530403.post-61560673958782300642007-03-05T03:13:00.000-03:002007-03-05T03:17:11.704-03:00My first post

Well, as any blog over there, I must start with the first post.And, what's the most common question done by people who visits new and strange blogs? It's obvious: "what's this all about?"So, for those who are wondering what the hell is She lives in my dreams, it's my personal blog, in English. And I will talk about things that happen to me, thoughts, and the normal things you can see at most of

Zimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00107730648170302773noreply@blogger.com3