Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Lo vi en la TV. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Lo vi en la TV. Mostrar todas las entradas

viernes, 23 de octubre de 2009

Grey`s Anatomy

A terminado la 5ta temporada de Grey`s Anatomy y la verdad fue un final muy chingon, espero y la que sigue sea de lo mejor.
Se las recomiendo…
(Portada de la 6ta temporada)


(Y aquì algo de lo nuevo)

jueves, 27 de agosto de 2009

Barra Libre

A mi me gusta mucho la música de lo0s 80s sobre todo en ingles, hace ya un tiempo viendo la TV un domingo como por eso de la media noche, vi un programa de aquí del estado Veracruz (bueno Jalapa) que se llama barra libre, en el que ponen un buen de video de esos tiempos, me pareció de lo mas chingon, la neta está muy bueno; y lo que mas me gusto es que tienen blogger (del cual ya les dejé un comentario y espero y me lo respondan).

La verdad se los recomiendo mucho, bueno si son de este estado pues si lo podrán ver, aunque creo que si no eres de aquí lo puedes ver por cable.

El programa se llama Barra Libre y solo denle clic aqui al nombre para poder ver su blog.


Ya!

Al fin este sábado que pasó entre ya a la escuela, decidí estudiar los fines de semana para poder trabajar y así poder pagar mis estudios.

Hoy en la mañana viendo los horóscopos en la TV. cuando pasó el mió dijeron que lo que había hecho en estos días que acababan de pasar me traería mucho éxito para el fututo, así que con mas razón pienso echarle muchas ganas a la escuela.
Estudiando la carrera de Administración con opcion a Mercadotecnia.

¡ANIMO!

sábado, 15 de agosto de 2009

Para todos aquello pamboleros.

Con todo esto de la Selección Mexicana recibí este video que me pareció de lo más chingon.
Y no omito que nuestro equipo allá ganado. ¡Felicitaciones!

jueves, 25 de junio de 2009

Fallece el Rey del Pop.


Esta tarde fallece le conocido Rey del Pop.
MICHAEL JACKSON

jueves, 11 de junio de 2009

The Game of love - Santana feat. Michelle Branch

Tell me
Just what you want me to be
One kiss
And boom youre the only one for me
So please tell me
Why dont you come around no more?
Cause right now
Im crying outside the door of your candy store


It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that
It started with a kiss
Now were up to bat
A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain
Im telling you my babe
Its all in the game of ...

Love is
Whatever you make it to be
Sunshine
Instead of this cold lonely sea
So pleased baby
Try and use me for what Im good for
It aint saying goodbye
Its knocking down the door of your candy store

It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that
It started with a kiss
Now were up to bat
A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain
Im telling you my babe
Its all in the game of love
Its all in the game of love

You roll me
Control me
Console me
Please hold me
You guide me
Divide me
Into me

So please tell me
Why dont you come around no more?
Cause right now
Im dying outside the door of your loving store

Chorus:
It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that
It started with a kiss
Now were up to bat
A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain
Im telling you my babe
Its all in the game of love
Its all in the game of love
Its all in the game of love
Lets play the game of love

Roll me
Control me
Console me
Please hold me
In this game of love
Im out here on my own

lunes, 8 de junio de 2009

Volare cantare.


Pienso que un sueno parecido no volvera mas
Y me pintaba las manos y la cara de azul
Y me improviso el viento rapido me llevo
Y me hizo a volar en el cielo infinito

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu

Y volando, volando feliz
Yo me encuentro mas alto
Mas alto que el sol
Y mienstras que el mundo
Se aleja despacio de mi
Una musica dulce
Se ha tocada solo para mi

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu

Pienso que un sueno parecido no volvera mas
Y me pintaba las manos y la cara de azul
Y me improviso el viento rapido me llevo
Y me hizo a volar en el cielo infinito

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu
Pienso que un sueno parecido no volvera mas
Y me pintaba las manos y la cara de azul
Y me improviso el viento rapido me llevo
Y me hizo a volar en el cielo infinito

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu


lunes, 9 de febrero de 2009

Estelle - American boy

Dis is da numba one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle we 'bout to get down
We da hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Better put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats.

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come pick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.

He said, Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type.
Like the way he speak here, his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's underneath them.
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake.
But first let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bedroom.
I'm like this American Boy. American Boy.


Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come pick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy. American Boy.

Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping maybe then we'll go to a Cafe.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker's looking Fresh to death I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.
Walkin' that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin' this American Boy. American Boy.


Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come pick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.

Let them know a gwan blud


Who killin' em in the UK.
Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
Because most of this press don't f**k with me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
Don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool oww oww.
Ain't nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin'.
White Pino I know what you're drinkin'.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona,
About this Americana Rhymer.
Am I shallow cause all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke.
And I know you're not into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CAAASH.
Cause a lot wags wanna hear it.
And I'm feelin' like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish.


Would you be my love, my love.
Could be mine
Would you be my love my love,
Could you be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy

Take me on a trip I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay
I really want to, come pick it with you
You'll be my American boy


Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy

La da da, da da, de da
La da da, da da, de da
American boy


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