A man, a bridge, and his boxes 1
A man had three boxes, and each box weighted 5 pounds. The man’s weight was 190 pounds, but the bridge could only support 200.
How did this man make it in one trip across the bridge with all 3 boxes?
Archive for April, 2008
The thousand yard stare 0
The thousand yard stare comes every so often, whenever the day is bright or whenever the words are right; whenever I have a need to say something, but there’s no one around to listen.
My blog doesn’t charge me a $100 dlls. an hour 0
Do you miss yourself?
Have you ever sat down and gave yourself five minutes to think about that? You are probably babbling right now how the day doesn’t have enough hours, or that a moment so trivial doesn’t deserve your time.
The wishing well 0
One Sunday morning I woke up too early for my usual time. It felt a little wrong, I didn’t think I would make it through the day, so I decided to go to “that” place. I went to sit next to my Wishing Well and started to think about everything that has been bothering me lately… so I reached into my right pocket, grabbed a bunch of coins, and decided to start fixing my life.
Si solamente 0
Si solamente me comunicaras tus pensamientos, si solamente me permitieras traspasar la barrera de tus temores.
Yo no te pido ninguna estrella, lo único que deseo de ti, es un espacio pequeño en tu corazón y un poco de sinceridad.
More clichés than you can shake a stick at 0
Luke walks in to Chris’s apartment.
Conversaciones sin sentido 1
Hernán, después de tanto pensarlo, tomó el teléfono y le habló a Roberta.
The long awaiting 0
It was an early evening day when I was down on the carpet floor just staring at the ceiling. To my right I saw my cellphone, black as it is with a silly display picture and an obnoxious ringtone. My phone was so quiet, it didn’t want to ring, as much as I asked it to, it didn’t want to ring.
Ojos que no ven… 0
Isn’t it funny how in the game of love sometimes we want people to know something but we’re not necessarily the ones who would want to tell them? So we conspire with the world to help us solve this.
Seis veces perdón 0
¿Febrero o Marzo? ¿Llovía? Creo que si…
Nos sentamos en la esa el restaurante. Ella se veía como una princesa… como siempre. Hacia meses que no platicábamos. Tomamos café hasta que se nos secó la garganta. Me dolía la cabeza y me temblaban las manos, reacciones propias en mí cuando el café navega por mi cuerpo. Además había temblor por los nervios emocionales que me causaba su presencia. Otra vez estábamos juntos. El cielo y la tierra festejaban la reunión, las nubes bailaban… Dios aplaudía diciendo al arcángel: “lo que yo una, jamás lo separe el hombre.”