And by live, I mean life.
¿Alguien sabe algún local en la zona Hatillo - Los Naranjos con wifi decente? Gracias!
After hearing my first two songs: “Hurts like Listerine” and “5 blades agains my cheek”, my manager told me to stop writing in the shower.
Do you ever try to use The Force to pull your iPhone from across the room?
No? Oh. Eh, right… Me neither, that would be silly.
Friend, I absolutely respect your spiritual beliefs, not your FWD emails on the topic. If god needs to talk to me, s/he can google my email.
Dreamt I was late for my final physics exam. Woke up in cold sweat. I do not want to be 17 ever again.
Kids, always remember to keep your distance from the car with vomit on the driver’s door. #HIMYM
Few things suck my time –and I enjoy as much– as when a friend asks: Which Windows Laptop should I buy for $900?
(Portégé R700 or ASUS U30)
I think my friends are getting tired of me saying “I have good news and bad news”.
If you’re one of them, I have good news and bad news …
Creo que el próximo debería ser Páez, y de ahí un esqueleto de Presidente cada dos semanas. Estaríamos listos para el 2012.
Watching my grandmother struggle with her DVD player makes me wish bad thoughts for some genius UX designer.
Como diría mi abuela: “mierda que pea”. Felicitaciones a los casados.
¡Ay Caracas! Sometimes, I love to hate this city.
The rest of the time, it’s the other way around.
Screams, fireworks, people singing and car horns playing.
It’s not that we used to be a colony; we just love a good party.
Outsmarted by an octopus.
I wonder if he does financial planning.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears … fuck, I lost my notes.
Hang-on, I’ll be right back.
I’m reading a book about being productive while working remotely, and I keep falling asleep.
This is not a good sign.
Oyendo este partido me siento como en el 12 de Abril.
If you tell me “look at the bright side” and don’t get -or care- about my Monty Python reference … don’t waste your time, I have principles
Being a geek is all about focusing «How?» and never paying attention to the «Why?»