Mad Alyhoo

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Gender: Female

Location: Wherever there is a cat, chocolate and lemon

Occupation: Dream weaver

The things that define me

What is it that people look for when reading someone else's profile?


Could it be my name? It's Mad Alyhoo, call me Aly
Coud it be my age? I'm 21, then
Could it be my birthday? In that case, I was born on the last day of autumn. For the less bright, it's december 20
Could it be my gender? I am female. Or maybe they want to know I'm mexican.

Would it be possible they're wondering my favorite color? It is blue.
or my favorite animal? It is the cat and, in a proudly second place, snakes.
or my favorite bugs? I love spiders
or my favorite fruit? Lemons and kiwi. Avocados aren't fruits but I still love them too.

Could it be that I am wrong and people want to know about things a little more personal?


Things like my hobbies? I love to read, I love to write, I love to take long, lonely walks.
Maybe what I like? I like manga more than anime. I love books more than movies. I like loneliness more than company. I like small dogs more than big dogs. I like chocolate more than my ovaries.
Would people like to know what I'd kill for? Definitely, I'd kill for a book. I've fought my sister over chocolate.

Maybe people'd like to know about my personality... then I'm cold and people had whispered to my mom that I appear to be emotionless. Truth is, I just have a poker face. I'm not spontaneous, I always try to think what I'm going to say or how I'm going to act and I like it that way.
Maybe people like to know about my sense of humor... which is wicked, twisted, cruel and pervy. I can LMAO of things that would make people look away in disgust.
Or... or... do you want to know what I look likek!? *pants, frightened* No way. I do not wish to give you nightmares. People had killed themselves because of it, not that I mind that, but what if that person was the one destined to discover the cure to cancer? Better not take any risk.

Would people like to know random facts?


The poem on the left is my favorite.
I entered my name in a super hero name generator and The Daring Weirdo was the result.
I asked my sister to say the first word that comes to her mind when looking at me and she said Weird.


Decided to let the whishlist show on the profile because it's easier that way to remember and keep track of what I want.

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k3 c u t i e p i e k3 Report | 08/01/2010 7:08 pm
Copy this is on 10 pros and u will get 10,000,000 it really works im rich!
AHazzamLeonA Report | 12/03/2009 12:05 am
Hope you are alright.

Missing you and your words.

Take care ~
ZivonWhite Report | 08/17/2009 9:18 am
HOLA te acuerdas de mi?
du coeur Report | 08/15/2009 4:39 am
;___; thank you! So are you! And you always have good stories and are really funny.
du coeur Report | 08/14/2009 12:37 pm
;(

I miss you girl!
Sakura in a box Report | 08/10/2009 7:12 pm
yw smile
Micamino Report | 08/03/2009 11:11 pm
Me gusta ese poema de Neruda ^^ Me recuerda a una amiga que me regaló un libro de sus poesias hace ya mucho tiempo.
Aunque mi poema favorito siempre fue "Me gustas cuando callas". Para mi dice muchisimo ese.
sherman the smurf Report | 07/20/2009 5:00 pm
your avatar is amazing smile
death_lover02 Report | 07/11/2009 4:23 pm
please send me some gifts,, or have a trade with me,,
AHazzamLeonA Report | 06/24/2009 5:58 pm
Hola, jefa... Solo venía a darme una vuelta, esperando que todo se encuentre bien; el RP está en pausa, y yo a la expectativa de su gracia.

Palabras raras aparte, quería darte lata tantito, y dejar algo bien claro.

Aunque los demás ya no posteen, yo me quedaré hasta el final de Hexes.
 
 
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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
¡Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos!
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
¡Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla!
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Yo no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise..
Mi voz buscaba al viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Pablo Neruda

Poem XX or The saddest poem, as it's known in english