Backpacking, viajar, oir musica ,comer, ir al gimnasio. Pero sobre todo viajar

U2, Pearl Jam, Collective Soul, Radiohead, RHCP, Creed, Matchbox 20, Lifehouse, Panda, Silverchair, Goo Goo Dolls, Incubus

Favorite Album: Ten, OK Computer, 7even year itch, all that you cant leave behind,

Favorite Music Video: Lightning Crashes, By the Way, Sabotage, .....

Trainspotting, Lord of Rings

Lost, Friends, The Simpsons, Mayday

Timeline, El alquimista, The Da Vinci Code

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?