Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:03 a.m.]:
el fin de semana comprobé que dios no existe
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:03 a.m.]:
jejeje
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:03 a.m.]:
es fácil
Fabian Andres Riaño Constain [11:03 a.m.]:
USH..... SABE LO QUE ACABA DE DECIR.... MARICAAAA.....
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:04 a.m.]:
jjajajaja
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:04 a.m.]:
pille
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:04 a.m.]:
primeor que todo partimos de la base de que dios existe
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:05 a.m.]:
entonces ud habla con el, le dice....te exijo comprobar que existes
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:05 a.m.]:
a lo que el responde: me niego a comprobar mi existencia, ya que sin fé, no hay Dios
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:06 a.m.]:
por lo que ud le replica: Tu al saber que existes, y tener certeza de que eres, no tienes fe en tu existencia. A lo que dios llega a una contradiccion, y se desvanece en una nube de lógica
Mario Felipe Monsalve Bonilla [11:07 a.m.]:
jejeje....
lunes, 28 de abril de 2008
viernes, 25 de abril de 2008
Por "Q"
" ... Yo sé que es más fácil decirlo que aplicarlo, pero es mejor escucharlo, para recordarlo ... "
Wear Sunscreen
Es muy probable que esto lo lean muy poquitas personas, para mi esta bien. Existen cosas que lo hacen pensar mucho, cosas del mundo, como la política, la religión ... pero en que piensa una persona cuando acaba de perder un ser querido, o cuando tiene una fuerte discusión con sus padres o hermanos, o que tal si la persona que uno ama esta lejos. Uno cree que el mundo gira y ya, con el atardecer muere un día, y con el amanecer para muchos no solo comienza un día, creen realmente que es el día en el que van a cambiar al mundo y se dan fuerzas para luchar por algo que realmente vale la pena o que simplemente es caso perdido. Creo que con estas son pocas la veces en las cuales me he sentado a escribir sobre mis pensamientos y que ademas quiero que alguien mas lo lea para que comente algo o para que simplemente se valla con una idea en la cabeza. Por ser mi primer comentario quería darle un poquito de fuerza con el titulo, ya que hace muy poco cuando estaba perdiendo el tiempo en Internet me tope con este vídeo, jamas pensé que fuera a tocarme tanto, como muchas otras cosas que uno ve por este medio que van y viene, están de moda y pasa también. Me considero adicto a los medios, no puedo pasar un día sin leer el periódico, cuando tengo pereza de leer todo solo leo la parte de tecnología, pero casi siempre leo las noticias mas importantes que aparecen en primera plana y sus profundizaciones al interior de este, también disfruto mucho cuando las noticias tiene anexos de vídeo, me encanta ver como se desarrollan los hechos en carne propia de sus actores. Me encanta el celular y todas las ventajas que tiene, sin de meritar a las flechas, yo también tuve una flecha, pero que chevere es estar en cualquier lado y poder entrar a tu correo, ver los resultados deportivos, entrar a tu messenger, en fin todo con un dispositivo.
Creo que me aleje del tema principal que pena si perdí lectores en este punto, el caso es que cuando escuche esta canción jamas pensé que fuera a ser tan impactante, desde que la escuche hace mas de 2 meses no he dejado de escucharla así sea una vez por semana, tengo que escucharla y sentarme a pensar por lo menos una hora después para aprender mas sobre la vida, me parece que su letra es algo que llega al cerebro, es un conjunto de frases que te hacen pensar mucho sobre la vida y tu comportamiento. Así que no siendo mas quiero dejarlos con esto, que la disfruten y si leen esto alguna vez, dejen un comentario.
La letra:
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
Creo que me aleje del tema principal que pena si perdí lectores en este punto, el caso es que cuando escuche esta canción jamas pensé que fuera a ser tan impactante, desde que la escuche hace mas de 2 meses no he dejado de escucharla así sea una vez por semana, tengo que escucharla y sentarme a pensar por lo menos una hora después para aprender mas sobre la vida, me parece que su letra es algo que llega al cerebro, es un conjunto de frases que te hacen pensar mucho sobre la vida y tu comportamiento. Así que no siendo mas quiero dejarlos con esto, que la disfruten y si leen esto alguna vez, dejen un comentario.
La letra:
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
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