I just watched what I believe was the 1st part of the debate between the candidates for the United States presidency.
Man... I do hope bush dozen´t win. The other guy (Kerry) seems at least more sentient, and he acknowledges there is other people in the world, seems to have a decent global policy, and as American as he is, he strikes me as a smart guy willing to set things right, and worried about what really matters. Bush on the other hand, as "focused" as he is, doesn´t seem able to realize he may have made some mistakes, thus taking action. A good leader is not the one who doesn´t makes mistakes, it´s the one who accepts them and works to set them right... Bush didn´t seem to fill that qualification.
We will see how the other parts go... Why am I so interested if I am not even from the US?... Well, whether we like it or not those guys have the influence and power to aid, or to mess up the world... Lets hope it´s the 1st.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Rainbows...
Yesterday I was told a tale of rainbows by a Buddhist monk, and on the way back home I saw a huge one... Life is good.
** cheers.
** cheers.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Thumbs up for us!
We as KaraoKulta are officially part of the Festival Euforia!... We are even listed as guest and all that good stuff. Certainly there aren't that much decent conferences here in Guadalajara about hobbies, most of them are plain black markets in which you can buy all sorts of pirated copies of stuff, and the occasional rare comic and action figure. Still, this one seems a bit different, and hopefully it will kick ass.
Yay!....
** cheers
Yay!....
** cheers
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Can't stop laughing...
This comic strip is GREAT... it had been a while since I posted some link, so this one is really really worth your time: http://www.somethingpositive.net/
cheers.
cheers.
Monday, September 27, 2004
Baso en la montaña
... Baso estaba en la misma montaña sin hacer nada más que zanzen día y noche. Un día el maestro Nangaku preguntó a Baso:
-¿Señor, qué hace usted aquí?-,
-Hago zanzen-, respondió Baso.
-¿Qué espera conseguir haciendo zanzen?-, preguntó Nangaku.
-Sólo intento ser un Buda-, le contestó Baso.
Al oír esto Nangaku agarró un ladrillo y comenzó a pulirlo.
Baso se sorprendió y le preguntó: -¿Porqué pules ese ladrillo?-.
Nangaku respondió: -Estoy intentando pulir este ladrillo hasta dejarlo como un espejo-.
Y baso volvió a preguntarle: -¿Cómo puedes pulir un ladrillo hasta dejarlo como un espejo?-. Nangaku le respondió: - ¿Cómo puedes sentarte hasta ser un Buda?-.
SHIBAYAMA.
-¿Señor, qué hace usted aquí?-,
-Hago zanzen-, respondió Baso.
-¿Qué espera conseguir haciendo zanzen?-, preguntó Nangaku.
-Sólo intento ser un Buda-, le contestó Baso.
Al oír esto Nangaku agarró un ladrillo y comenzó a pulirlo.
Baso se sorprendió y le preguntó: -¿Porqué pules ese ladrillo?-.
Nangaku respondió: -Estoy intentando pulir este ladrillo hasta dejarlo como un espejo-.
Y baso volvió a preguntarle: -¿Cómo puedes pulir un ladrillo hasta dejarlo como un espejo?-. Nangaku le respondió: - ¿Cómo puedes sentarte hasta ser un Buda?-.
SHIBAYAMA.
Comuni-party...
Saturday was a good day, I was able to sleep till late, play some video games, read, and all that good stuff... I deserved a day like that!. Things pretty much went the same way till about 9:00pm, when I decided it was time for me to leave my hole, and get in touch with people again. This time I went to Coa's bday party, in her house.
The drive there was awful, lots of rain and traffic, I swear this city just stops functioning when it rains... Eventually though, I got there.
My fears were confirmed, the party was filled with comunicologos. Now, usually this wouldn't be that bad, since that means there are tons of girls. This time though, they were all old friends and all, so it was pretty much a closed reunion, with them sharing about comunistuff... Thank God it wasn't like that the whole time, and some comunipeople were kind enough to adopt me. (Hector Luis being one of them, of course).
At some point I saw this two girls walk in, with whom I had gotten drunk months ago, and all the conversations I had with them hit me with a sudden flash. I did remeber even telling one of them that I thought she was pretty, and as well some conversation regarding an orgy and condoms... Man, the things I say when I am out of my mind!. Anyway, we just greeted each other and I went to get a drink, and stood there without doing anything and trying to never mind that conversation I have had with them (I am shy like that when sober).
Then I hear someone yelling -hector!- and it was them, who all of a sudden started bitching me about the fact that I hadn't called them for that orgy and that the condoms they had bought were getting old... Man... Was I dreaming that?... He he he... It was funny. And it was actually what broke the ice for me, because then this other girl showed up, and I talked with her and Laura pretty much all through the night.
I did have great talks with several girls, and a couple of guys. One guy was a LOTR freak, like freak!!... but like with most freaks, I could easily relate and had a great talk. Same thing happened with a girl I meet, and another girl I hadn´t seen in years. It's nice to just have silly fun and laugh for a while. One of the highlights was the great "eye talk" I had with a girl for quite some time, because she was far from me, and I was surrounded by this people talking, and so was she. Yet we kept eyeing each other and pretty much saying with our eyes stuff about this people we were talking with!... It was hilarious, I did burst into fits of laughter a couple of times because of her, at the end she and I agreed on meeting some time. Going to that party was definitely good, It was fun at the end.
Eventually though, people started leaving and just the inner crowd was left. Leaving me and Laura feeling rather like outsiders, and that´s why we left as soon as we could!... He he he... I had a pretty good time.
Coa seemed terribly happy, and I was just glad to see her like that... He he he... I am very happy the reunion was such a hit... Yah!...
Sunday, well.. Nothing special happened. The karaokulta meeting, and the rest of the evening I stayed in, playing games and reading. At some point I got a terrible headache... But I was able to manage it just fine. And well, so that you keep it in mind, in case you haven't read it, go and get a copy of Endless Nights, I am almost sure it's a safe and great read for anyone, even if you are not familiar with the Sandman series... And believe you me, it's a piece of art.
So... Cheers!
The drive there was awful, lots of rain and traffic, I swear this city just stops functioning when it rains... Eventually though, I got there.
My fears were confirmed, the party was filled with comunicologos. Now, usually this wouldn't be that bad, since that means there are tons of girls. This time though, they were all old friends and all, so it was pretty much a closed reunion, with them sharing about comunistuff... Thank God it wasn't like that the whole time, and some comunipeople were kind enough to adopt me. (Hector Luis being one of them, of course).
At some point I saw this two girls walk in, with whom I had gotten drunk months ago, and all the conversations I had with them hit me with a sudden flash. I did remeber even telling one of them that I thought she was pretty, and as well some conversation regarding an orgy and condoms... Man, the things I say when I am out of my mind!. Anyway, we just greeted each other and I went to get a drink, and stood there without doing anything and trying to never mind that conversation I have had with them (I am shy like that when sober).
Then I hear someone yelling -hector!- and it was them, who all of a sudden started bitching me about the fact that I hadn't called them for that orgy and that the condoms they had bought were getting old... Man... Was I dreaming that?... He he he... It was funny. And it was actually what broke the ice for me, because then this other girl showed up, and I talked with her and Laura pretty much all through the night.
I did have great talks with several girls, and a couple of guys. One guy was a LOTR freak, like freak!!... but like with most freaks, I could easily relate and had a great talk. Same thing happened with a girl I meet, and another girl I hadn´t seen in years. It's nice to just have silly fun and laugh for a while. One of the highlights was the great "eye talk" I had with a girl for quite some time, because she was far from me, and I was surrounded by this people talking, and so was she. Yet we kept eyeing each other and pretty much saying with our eyes stuff about this people we were talking with!... It was hilarious, I did burst into fits of laughter a couple of times because of her, at the end she and I agreed on meeting some time. Going to that party was definitely good, It was fun at the end.
Eventually though, people started leaving and just the inner crowd was left. Leaving me and Laura feeling rather like outsiders, and that´s why we left as soon as we could!... He he he... I had a pretty good time.
Coa seemed terribly happy, and I was just glad to see her like that... He he he... I am very happy the reunion was such a hit... Yah!...
Sunday, well.. Nothing special happened. The karaokulta meeting, and the rest of the evening I stayed in, playing games and reading. At some point I got a terrible headache... But I was able to manage it just fine. And well, so that you keep it in mind, in case you haven't read it, go and get a copy of Endless Nights, I am almost sure it's a safe and great read for anyone, even if you are not familiar with the Sandman series... And believe you me, it's a piece of art.
So... Cheers!
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Band contest
Yesterday (friday) night I went to a band contest, one of those things in which about 10 different music bands play their stuff, get cheered on (or yelled at), and then by the end a jury comes up with a winner because of whichever thing they agreed on founding that decision.
I went there pretty much following my new "do as much as you can" philosophy... I think it was Voltaire who said something like "Once a philosopher, twice a pervert", meaning that for the sake of ideas and life, you ought to try stuff at least once. Might have been someone else, or might have been a completely different idea, but at the moment this one feels right.
Anyway, I was having a very good time playing HoU, and I must admit it was almost hard for me to detach from the computer and pursue a night out with real people. At the end socializing won. After several minutes of awful traffic in the mess that becomes my city because of rain we arrived to our destination. Some weird place downtown called La Mutualista, as far as I am concerned it was just a big warehouse, with poor lighting, awful acoustic, and some very old posters with naked ladies on a side.
We just made it in time to see Sappho play, actually, when we arrived they were already up there singing. Let me tell you, I heard those guys some other times by now, and that one presentation sucked, though not because of them, the acoustic was awful and you could tell they didn't have time to tune and set everything up fine. Still, despite all that, they managed to send an interesting vibe to the audience and actually got asked to sing one more song, like 3 times.
Since we went there just to see them play, there was not a lot of point in us staying there a lot... Yet we did for the sake of listening to a couple of other bands, and get a feeling of the contests. The guys from Sappho were busy with their stuff, and my brother was hanging out with them (sort of), so I decided to walk around and see. I saw a lot of very different people, strange people, all ages, genders and sexual preferences. I came up with a dynamic, I would look at someone and try to come up with a story with them as the main character, just like that. It was terribly fun, I bet people realized I was doing something odd, because sometimes when I looked at someone they looked right back at me, with a sort of disbelief, knowing that I was somehow looking a bit too deep inside, and probably that didn't make them comfortable. Oh well, I must do it again.
Eventually a very weird looking woman jumped into the stage and started yapping, she was somehow fat, quite ugly, and obviously lesbian, at least she fit the prototype fully. She talked with the worst language, I think wanting to look cool among the audience, and eventually said that she was going to give stuff away to the guy with the hairiest ass. Needless to say, 3 or 4 guys jumped in willing to show their cheeks and get free stuff, and after some deliberation there was a winner. Now it was the chicks turn.
The prize was a tattoo, two decent looking girls jumped into the stage. Then, the lesbian woman, started asking them to show their boobs... Go figure. They both danced sexy and all, but they just didn't show anything, I mean, they are Mexican girls!!... They, at least try, to act as if directed by a sense of morals... He he he, right. One of them was like a funky funny girl, willing to have fun and all, the other looked like the average church girl you would see on the Sunday service, even wearing a sweater and all (and the place was hot).
Anyway, they didn't show their stuff, and the lesbian woman was getting angry, started calling them names and stuff, of course, this didn't work. Then in a desperate tone the woman asked to kiss for 20 seconds, to show their bottoms, anything!!!... He he he... And they didn't!. At this point I was proud of this two girls, and actually wanted them to stay fully clothed the whole time just to piss the lesbian off. I am guessing they really wanted to give away this tattoo, so she said that she would give the freaking tattoo to the first woman that gives her a condom, as she heard this the funky girl jumped off the stage and started asking around the guys to give her one... Futile attempt, since the church girl took one out of her jeans pocket, and with a sardonic smirk on her face gave it to the yapping lesbian... He he he... We have a winner, and a surprise!!... Looks we see, but who knows what's inside.
The night ended early after that, or at least we just decided to head back... Not even the guys from Sappho stayed around the full thing, it was that boring.
**Cheers.
I went there pretty much following my new "do as much as you can" philosophy... I think it was Voltaire who said something like "Once a philosopher, twice a pervert", meaning that for the sake of ideas and life, you ought to try stuff at least once. Might have been someone else, or might have been a completely different idea, but at the moment this one feels right.
Anyway, I was having a very good time playing HoU, and I must admit it was almost hard for me to detach from the computer and pursue a night out with real people. At the end socializing won. After several minutes of awful traffic in the mess that becomes my city because of rain we arrived to our destination. Some weird place downtown called La Mutualista, as far as I am concerned it was just a big warehouse, with poor lighting, awful acoustic, and some very old posters with naked ladies on a side.
We just made it in time to see Sappho play, actually, when we arrived they were already up there singing. Let me tell you, I heard those guys some other times by now, and that one presentation sucked, though not because of them, the acoustic was awful and you could tell they didn't have time to tune and set everything up fine. Still, despite all that, they managed to send an interesting vibe to the audience and actually got asked to sing one more song, like 3 times.
Since we went there just to see them play, there was not a lot of point in us staying there a lot... Yet we did for the sake of listening to a couple of other bands, and get a feeling of the contests. The guys from Sappho were busy with their stuff, and my brother was hanging out with them (sort of), so I decided to walk around and see. I saw a lot of very different people, strange people, all ages, genders and sexual preferences. I came up with a dynamic, I would look at someone and try to come up with a story with them as the main character, just like that. It was terribly fun, I bet people realized I was doing something odd, because sometimes when I looked at someone they looked right back at me, with a sort of disbelief, knowing that I was somehow looking a bit too deep inside, and probably that didn't make them comfortable. Oh well, I must do it again.
Eventually a very weird looking woman jumped into the stage and started yapping, she was somehow fat, quite ugly, and obviously lesbian, at least she fit the prototype fully. She talked with the worst language, I think wanting to look cool among the audience, and eventually said that she was going to give stuff away to the guy with the hairiest ass. Needless to say, 3 or 4 guys jumped in willing to show their cheeks and get free stuff, and after some deliberation there was a winner. Now it was the chicks turn.
The prize was a tattoo, two decent looking girls jumped into the stage. Then, the lesbian woman, started asking them to show their boobs... Go figure. They both danced sexy and all, but they just didn't show anything, I mean, they are Mexican girls!!... They, at least try, to act as if directed by a sense of morals... He he he, right. One of them was like a funky funny girl, willing to have fun and all, the other looked like the average church girl you would see on the Sunday service, even wearing a sweater and all (and the place was hot).
Anyway, they didn't show their stuff, and the lesbian woman was getting angry, started calling them names and stuff, of course, this didn't work. Then in a desperate tone the woman asked to kiss for 20 seconds, to show their bottoms, anything!!!... He he he... And they didn't!. At this point I was proud of this two girls, and actually wanted them to stay fully clothed the whole time just to piss the lesbian off. I am guessing they really wanted to give away this tattoo, so she said that she would give the freaking tattoo to the first woman that gives her a condom, as she heard this the funky girl jumped off the stage and started asking around the guys to give her one... Futile attempt, since the church girl took one out of her jeans pocket, and with a sardonic smirk on her face gave it to the yapping lesbian... He he he... We have a winner, and a surprise!!... Looks we see, but who knows what's inside.
The night ended early after that, or at least we just decided to head back... Not even the guys from Sappho stayed around the full thing, it was that boring.
**Cheers.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Eve´s lessons
I just came back from Eve's house... The odd part is that it's just about 10:00 p.m. and EVERYBODY at home is sleeping... What do this guys think?!?!... Man... That sucks... But besides that, I am pumped and hyper. I just had several hours of great tutoring from Eve, quite a pro to be honest, and we did some inking from zero, to scanning and coloring... Everything quite basic, but extremely enlightening... I am happy!... I had been wanting to see Eve while working for a while, and I had the chance to do it today.
So much to do, and learn, and try... I need more of this sessions, they pump me up in terms of art.
In case you are reading this Eve, so you know, I am grateful!. I think it was up until yesterday that I was able to fully realize the wonders of line value... he he he
So much to do, and learn, and try... I need more of this sessions, they pump me up in terms of art.
In case you are reading this Eve, so you know, I am grateful!. I think it was up until yesterday that I was able to fully realize the wonders of line value... he he he
This week...
I this I have felt like writting on this thing several times, but all my blogging was devoted to keep in words what went on during that previous long weekend... so I focused on that, instead of whatever has been on my mind. Although I was exhausted from the break, I started a new thing this week, which includes doing all the stuff that I want to do in a disciplined way. It's been working out quite fine so far!.
As long as nothing special happens, I have already a given amount of hours that I want to devote to several activities daily, and it includes drawing, watching a series, exercise, gaming, and working on the kok projects... of course I am not sleeping a lot, but still, I try to at least make it 6 hours... I like it!, I feel like I am getting stuff done, it amazing how an evening can go by so fast, with nothing happening, just because of procrastination.
I have been doing a lot of thinking too, and I think I am getting somewhere in terms of focus for the rest of the year and until next summer, so that I can make things happen and move to Canada. That will be my main goal for the time being, and most of my actions will be towards that one goal. That will require some discipline, and to act with a wise selfishness, to put it in the Dalai Lama's words.
Rainy thoughtful days... nice skies...
** cheers
As long as nothing special happens, I have already a given amount of hours that I want to devote to several activities daily, and it includes drawing, watching a series, exercise, gaming, and working on the kok projects... of course I am not sleeping a lot, but still, I try to at least make it 6 hours... I like it!, I feel like I am getting stuff done, it amazing how an evening can go by so fast, with nothing happening, just because of procrastination.
I have been doing a lot of thinking too, and I think I am getting somewhere in terms of focus for the rest of the year and until next summer, so that I can make things happen and move to Canada. That will be my main goal for the time being, and most of my actions will be towards that one goal. That will require some discipline, and to act with a wise selfishness, to put it in the Dalai Lama's words.
Rainy thoughtful days... nice skies...
** cheers
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Thank God for that Friday (part 3)
My memories define my life, I am who I am because of what I've lived, and what I've considered worth learning out of everything... Sometimes those memories get fuzzy though, and those times I am not quite sure what I've learned. This time though, as fuzzy as my memories are, I learned that you don't take the Death Mix so lightly, and that probably I won't ever drink that much of that stuff again. Seriously, we were so out of it, that if we had been in the beach I wouldn't be writing this, but actually death in the bottom of the ocean. As crazy as we were I bet we would have just jumped into the ocean to swim and see who could get to Japan faster... Ok, maybe that was an exaggeration, but something close though.
The next is just a recollection of random events... At some point we were running down the streets making a terrible amount of noise, I am beginning to question the security of my neighborhood actually, then I know we were in the kitchen drinking straight from the bottle, and counting seconds, trying to beat the guy who drank before... Man, just the memory makes me want to puck, I was one of the last so I HAD to drink like 11 straight gulps... fuck it...
There was porn at some point too, projected in a huge wall, with the noise and all... But we really didn't care about it... Eventually everybody started doing their thing, my brother was by the computer, Tomas somewhere else, and Erik and Blanco on the table drinking some more shit... Damn!... I remember my brother by the phone, and those guys trying to call some girls... I mean, how?... Why?... At that state, really, our "manhood" couldn't even have responded I bet... Again, everything seemed like a great idea at the moment.
It was pretty much confusing like that the rest of the night... At about 8:00 am we fell asleep, each person in some random spot of the house... The porn kept playing fullscreen and with quite a volume, I wonder what those guys dreamt about.
After a few hours, (I couldn't really say "the next day"), I woke up to the sound of a porn movie... I walked up to that room, turned the volume down, and turned the projector off... Nobody was watching anyway... I still felt drunk, some guys were still asleep... I don't know.
Eventually Tomas woke up, and him and I cooked some "breakfast" (that happened at about 3pm), Erik and Blanco were playing videogames I think... The house was a mess... A terrible mess all over the place... There was puke in the bathrooms, piss in my parents bed (I am hoping that was the dog), and mud all over the floor... The cleaning begun. Tomas and I fixed most of downstairs, Erik and Blanco upstairs... All this time my brother is trying to put himself together having the worst hangover ever.
Blanco and I gave Erik a ride to his house, since he was supposed to meet with his girlfriend, and when we headed back we laughed all the way... Actually, as soon as we got over the sickness, we just kept laughing and laughing about everything that happened the night before... Once back Victor was feeling better, and wanted some Tacos, I am always up for tacos so we went to this great ones that are close to the house... Wow, that was like a melody to my stomach... Lovely melody.
Back the house we took it easy, chatting, movies and vgames... The next day went pretty much the same way. When my parents arrived home they found a fairly clean house, and didn't suspect anything... Sweet.
That's how a pretty nice Puente ended... Now, this week, we all feel like we need some vacations from that break... We agreed that the next time we would have that drink would be together in Canada... We will see.
**Cheers!.
The next is just a recollection of random events... At some point we were running down the streets making a terrible amount of noise, I am beginning to question the security of my neighborhood actually, then I know we were in the kitchen drinking straight from the bottle, and counting seconds, trying to beat the guy who drank before... Man, just the memory makes me want to puck, I was one of the last so I HAD to drink like 11 straight gulps... fuck it...
There was porn at some point too, projected in a huge wall, with the noise and all... But we really didn't care about it... Eventually everybody started doing their thing, my brother was by the computer, Tomas somewhere else, and Erik and Blanco on the table drinking some more shit... Damn!... I remember my brother by the phone, and those guys trying to call some girls... I mean, how?... Why?... At that state, really, our "manhood" couldn't even have responded I bet... Again, everything seemed like a great idea at the moment.
It was pretty much confusing like that the rest of the night... At about 8:00 am we fell asleep, each person in some random spot of the house... The porn kept playing fullscreen and with quite a volume, I wonder what those guys dreamt about.
After a few hours, (I couldn't really say "the next day"), I woke up to the sound of a porn movie... I walked up to that room, turned the volume down, and turned the projector off... Nobody was watching anyway... I still felt drunk, some guys were still asleep... I don't know.
Eventually Tomas woke up, and him and I cooked some "breakfast" (that happened at about 3pm), Erik and Blanco were playing videogames I think... The house was a mess... A terrible mess all over the place... There was puke in the bathrooms, piss in my parents bed (I am hoping that was the dog), and mud all over the floor... The cleaning begun. Tomas and I fixed most of downstairs, Erik and Blanco upstairs... All this time my brother is trying to put himself together having the worst hangover ever.
Blanco and I gave Erik a ride to his house, since he was supposed to meet with his girlfriend, and when we headed back we laughed all the way... Actually, as soon as we got over the sickness, we just kept laughing and laughing about everything that happened the night before... Once back Victor was feeling better, and wanted some Tacos, I am always up for tacos so we went to this great ones that are close to the house... Wow, that was like a melody to my stomach... Lovely melody.
Back the house we took it easy, chatting, movies and vgames... The next day went pretty much the same way. When my parents arrived home they found a fairly clean house, and didn't suspect anything... Sweet.
That's how a pretty nice Puente ended... Now, this week, we all feel like we need some vacations from that break... We agreed that the next time we would have that drink would be together in Canada... We will see.
**Cheers!.
Thank God for that Friday (part 2)
Since we all read about them, it seemed like the perfect drink, you have vodka to get you drunk, gatorade to keep you hydrated, and red bull to make you hyper... I mean, the vodka will make you want to do silly stuff, but the red bull is the one that will give you the boost to go ahead and do it... So we made the mix.
Drinking the 1st glass was quite an experience, we all sat in a round table, said cheers, and gulped as much as we could of the whole damn thing, (that's how you know that someone wants to get drunk). It is the 1st drink ever that gives me that sensation, the minute I was done with it I got goose bumps, and some electric shock ran up my spine... For real!. It felt awesome, yet I don't think it is quite healthy that a drink causes that right away... And it wasn't only me, we all got pretty much the same reaction. We were thrilled, so we did what was obvious... We mixed some more stuff.
The 2nd round went pretty much the same way, on the 1st one though, Tomas didn't feel like drinking the same stuff, so he just had vodka and juice (pussy), but he decided to join us for the second round since he was able to see the whole goose bump situation from all of us, and felt quite left out.
Now we had two of those drinks on us, a full bottle of vodka was over in less than 15 or 20 minutes, and we were hyper... At this point we knew we were getting somewhere, but we felt still quite sober, so before drinking some more, we decided to go out and take a walk. (My conscious was rather altered at this point to be honest).
Right in front of the house the is a golf course, 18 holes and all, so we started walking around it's fence. Eventually we arrived at a spot in which two of the fence bars are bent in such a way that someone can squish in. 4:00 am, drunk and hyper, bunch of guys, entrance to the golf court... It's not rocket science to figure out what happened next.
You may honestly think that walking around a golf court is quite lame, but keep in mind, it was about 4:00am and we were hyper, so all of a sudden we had "moving sand obstacles", lakes, rivers to cross by jumping and team effort, flags to retrieve as a mission... I swear, jumping across that river was one of the coolest things I've ever done!!... Never mind the fact that there was a bridge a few meters away, we were up for adventure. Tomas fell on the river, but as a good soldier he stood up, walked through it, and kept the mission going.
We were stealth masters, keeping by the shadows, jumping rivers, crossing sand dunes, etc. My glasses were foggy, at some point we lost Blanco and part of the mission became a rescue op. It was great. Eventually the mission was accomplished, and not being really conscious of where we were the next goal became getting back to the house. During all this time we were afraid that we might we seen, that a patrol would catch us or what not... But luck was in our side and we succeeded till the very end.
So now you have us all in the house, sweaty, muddy, with a mission accomplished and a joyful smile. We cheered, and greeted, and took pictures, and etc, etc, etc... We made so much noise I am truly surprised security didn't show up. Either we have the coolest neighbors ever, or they were too afraid of us. I know they were there.
I don't know how, but we ended up being sitting by the table again, and drinking yet more death mix, what were we thinking!?!... Well, at the moment everything seemed like a great idea. At this point is when I started loosing track of time, and of my self. And to be honest I am not very sure of the order in which things occurred, but at this time, we were hardly going to stop... I mean, we had more drinks, and if anything the golf course adventure just motivated us to keep going... Damned red bull. Usually at this time after that amount of alcohol we would all be sitting and talking about how awful women are, being depressed, yet thankful of our friendships, what not... Not this time though, not this time.
Drinking the 1st glass was quite an experience, we all sat in a round table, said cheers, and gulped as much as we could of the whole damn thing, (that's how you know that someone wants to get drunk). It is the 1st drink ever that gives me that sensation, the minute I was done with it I got goose bumps, and some electric shock ran up my spine... For real!. It felt awesome, yet I don't think it is quite healthy that a drink causes that right away... And it wasn't only me, we all got pretty much the same reaction. We were thrilled, so we did what was obvious... We mixed some more stuff.
The 2nd round went pretty much the same way, on the 1st one though, Tomas didn't feel like drinking the same stuff, so he just had vodka and juice (pussy), but he decided to join us for the second round since he was able to see the whole goose bump situation from all of us, and felt quite left out.
Now we had two of those drinks on us, a full bottle of vodka was over in less than 15 or 20 minutes, and we were hyper... At this point we knew we were getting somewhere, but we felt still quite sober, so before drinking some more, we decided to go out and take a walk. (My conscious was rather altered at this point to be honest).
Right in front of the house the is a golf course, 18 holes and all, so we started walking around it's fence. Eventually we arrived at a spot in which two of the fence bars are bent in such a way that someone can squish in. 4:00 am, drunk and hyper, bunch of guys, entrance to the golf court... It's not rocket science to figure out what happened next.
You may honestly think that walking around a golf court is quite lame, but keep in mind, it was about 4:00am and we were hyper, so all of a sudden we had "moving sand obstacles", lakes, rivers to cross by jumping and team effort, flags to retrieve as a mission... I swear, jumping across that river was one of the coolest things I've ever done!!... Never mind the fact that there was a bridge a few meters away, we were up for adventure. Tomas fell on the river, but as a good soldier he stood up, walked through it, and kept the mission going.
We were stealth masters, keeping by the shadows, jumping rivers, crossing sand dunes, etc. My glasses were foggy, at some point we lost Blanco and part of the mission became a rescue op. It was great. Eventually the mission was accomplished, and not being really conscious of where we were the next goal became getting back to the house. During all this time we were afraid that we might we seen, that a patrol would catch us or what not... But luck was in our side and we succeeded till the very end.
So now you have us all in the house, sweaty, muddy, with a mission accomplished and a joyful smile. We cheered, and greeted, and took pictures, and etc, etc, etc... We made so much noise I am truly surprised security didn't show up. Either we have the coolest neighbors ever, or they were too afraid of us. I know they were there.
I don't know how, but we ended up being sitting by the table again, and drinking yet more death mix, what were we thinking!?!... Well, at the moment everything seemed like a great idea. At this point is when I started loosing track of time, and of my self. And to be honest I am not very sure of the order in which things occurred, but at this time, we were hardly going to stop... I mean, we had more drinks, and if anything the golf course adventure just motivated us to keep going... Damned red bull. Usually at this time after that amount of alcohol we would all be sitting and talking about how awful women are, being depressed, yet thankful of our friendships, what not... Not this time though, not this time.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Thank God for that Friday (part 1)
We managed to wake up early on Friday, since we had set a date with Rosario about going to eat together and then to the movies, so up we were, showered and all. Since we were quite a bunch we took two cars, one for my brother and Erik, for them to pick up their birds, and one for Tomas, Blanco and myself... This was kind of the bachelor car, yet it really wasn't because Blanco already had a girlfriend from that other night, as much as he didn't quite felt like a boyfriend yet. Still, good times.
When we got there I waited for Rosario and Laura outside of the restaurant, while Blanco and Tomas went to say hi to Blanco's girl, who happened to work in that mall. While waiting I saw this guy who I just knew from somewhere, so I greeted him and then it hit me: he was the director of the musicians back when we did Vivaldi's Gloria, he did remembered me and asked me what had happened with that chorus since it was so good... Oh well, it got messed up as everything else in the TEC that is not quite to Vila's liking. It made me nostalgic, that part of my life was fun.
Anyway, the bummer was when my phone started to ring... 1st call it's Laura saying that she won't make it and will meet us later in the movie, sucks... But just in a 10 minute interval I got another call from Rosario that went pretty much along those lines. Now that sucks!. She was pretty much the only reason why we went to that mall, he he he. But it's ok, at the end we all went to the food court and had our meals. The usual laughter happened, and when we were about to decide which movie to see, Rosario and Laura showed up. After way too much time in making the choice, we decided to see the Bourne Supremacy. It was quite a good movie, the usual one guy against the world kind of movie, but wonderfully done. I had seen the 1st part and it was good too, so I was pleased to see that they didn't mess up the concept with a sequel.
After the movie we just spent some time in the mall, walking around, checking out CD's and DVD's, the usual time wasting routine. Eventually we all headed back. Tomas, Blanco and I arrived much earlier than Victor and Erik, so we started playing some magic (it had been a while!). When Erik and Victor showed up they decided to play smash, and so we were divided... By around 12 those guys were pissed at us because we were playing magic, and we were getting pissed at them because they couldn't stand the idea of us enjoying something other than smash. Eventually we all started watching chobbits, and by that part of the night it was obvious that everything was going to go down to hell... Right?. I mean, even Erik got way too upset because we joked about him making a Julio (which is spoiling something about a series/book/game/etc). Still, we managed to end the series, and by that time we were so touched by the ending that nothing mattered anymore, and we were all happy.
It was about 3am when the real fun started... We decided that it would be safe to eat something first so we had a bunch of quezadillas (yes, we are lazy), and then the drinks started to be mixed. Have your ever heard of the Tucker Death Mix?... Well, we made those...
When we got there I waited for Rosario and Laura outside of the restaurant, while Blanco and Tomas went to say hi to Blanco's girl, who happened to work in that mall. While waiting I saw this guy who I just knew from somewhere, so I greeted him and then it hit me: he was the director of the musicians back when we did Vivaldi's Gloria, he did remembered me and asked me what had happened with that chorus since it was so good... Oh well, it got messed up as everything else in the TEC that is not quite to Vila's liking. It made me nostalgic, that part of my life was fun.
Anyway, the bummer was when my phone started to ring... 1st call it's Laura saying that she won't make it and will meet us later in the movie, sucks... But just in a 10 minute interval I got another call from Rosario that went pretty much along those lines. Now that sucks!. She was pretty much the only reason why we went to that mall, he he he. But it's ok, at the end we all went to the food court and had our meals. The usual laughter happened, and when we were about to decide which movie to see, Rosario and Laura showed up. After way too much time in making the choice, we decided to see the Bourne Supremacy. It was quite a good movie, the usual one guy against the world kind of movie, but wonderfully done. I had seen the 1st part and it was good too, so I was pleased to see that they didn't mess up the concept with a sequel.
After the movie we just spent some time in the mall, walking around, checking out CD's and DVD's, the usual time wasting routine. Eventually we all headed back. Tomas, Blanco and I arrived much earlier than Victor and Erik, so we started playing some magic (it had been a while!). When Erik and Victor showed up they decided to play smash, and so we were divided... By around 12 those guys were pissed at us because we were playing magic, and we were getting pissed at them because they couldn't stand the idea of us enjoying something other than smash. Eventually we all started watching chobbits, and by that part of the night it was obvious that everything was going to go down to hell... Right?. I mean, even Erik got way too upset because we joked about him making a Julio (which is spoiling something about a series/book/game/etc). Still, we managed to end the series, and by that time we were so touched by the ending that nothing mattered anymore, and we were all happy.
It was about 3am when the real fun started... We decided that it would be safe to eat something first so we had a bunch of quezadillas (yes, we are lazy), and then the drinks started to be mixed. Have your ever heard of the Tucker Death Mix?... Well, we made those...
Monday, September 20, 2004
Frisbee!!....
We were supposed to begin the day rather early on Thursday, needless to say, we didn't. We woke up rather late, and up until 12:30 we were picking Erik up. Victor decided that it would be a good idea to invite Mariel along, so he did, and we went to pick her up to. I got to drive going to her house since my brother wanted to have the chance to give his armpits some air... He he he. We went to Blanco's house to pick up some of his clothes, and then we went to eat at Burger King.
The night before we were asked by Celina to remind Blanco that they both were actually boyfriend/girlfriend now, and when we did, Blanco just said -I know, I know... Damn -. We laughed. Still, he is willing to try and see what comes out of it. Every experience teaches, and there is a lesson in everything... Even if the lesson is just to stay sober around girls that want to hook up with you. We will see.
The meal was fun, we were all wearing our BK crowns (event that puzzled the lady at the counter) , and laughing a lot about the events of the night before, filling Erik with all the details of course. At this point Victor and Mariel sat in another table, and he wasn't even wearing a crown... Do you remember how Pumba and Timon felt when Simba left them for that silly lioness?, well, we felt that way most of the day... fuck him. (Good for him, he had a good time, but still, he is a bugger).
When we came back home Blanco, Erik and I started playing frisbee, and I say to you, it's the bestest game ever!. Tomas was supposed to arrive at about 3:30 along with Julio, and since we decided to play until he arrived, we ended up playing a lot. Since he was about an hour late. We came up with some pretty cool throws, but one of the best parts was when the frisbee went to this spot with bushes and dirt, or inside a house, that was when rescue op came into play, and those were fun as heck.
Tomas eventually showed up, and after playing some more we all went inside to indulge ourselves in video games, smash brothers will always do the trick. I don't care how much you criticize Nintendo, they have the best multiplayer games, (although most of their single player ones do suck). At one point Julio arrived, and then we ended up playing frisbee again.
The evening went on like that, nice fun, and eventually they came to pick Muriel up. I think that's when we had dinner, and after that we went to jump into the golf field to have to stealth adventure. See, you are not supposed to be there at night, and there are patrols and all checking it up, so it's fun to hide in the shadows, between the trees and all. We really are like kids. Since it started raining, we decided to get out of the field and back in the house, we watched some anime, I worked a little on some inking I had to do, and thus the day ended.
Thursday was a friendly, fun day. Frisbee, video games, anime, friends and laughter. What else can you ask for?
The night before we were asked by Celina to remind Blanco that they both were actually boyfriend/girlfriend now, and when we did, Blanco just said -I know, I know... Damn -. We laughed. Still, he is willing to try and see what comes out of it. Every experience teaches, and there is a lesson in everything... Even if the lesson is just to stay sober around girls that want to hook up with you. We will see.
The meal was fun, we were all wearing our BK crowns (event that puzzled the lady at the counter) , and laughing a lot about the events of the night before, filling Erik with all the details of course. At this point Victor and Mariel sat in another table, and he wasn't even wearing a crown... Do you remember how Pumba and Timon felt when Simba left them for that silly lioness?, well, we felt that way most of the day... fuck him. (Good for him, he had a good time, but still, he is a bugger).
When we came back home Blanco, Erik and I started playing frisbee, and I say to you, it's the bestest game ever!. Tomas was supposed to arrive at about 3:30 along with Julio, and since we decided to play until he arrived, we ended up playing a lot. Since he was about an hour late. We came up with some pretty cool throws, but one of the best parts was when the frisbee went to this spot with bushes and dirt, or inside a house, that was when rescue op came into play, and those were fun as heck.
Tomas eventually showed up, and after playing some more we all went inside to indulge ourselves in video games, smash brothers will always do the trick. I don't care how much you criticize Nintendo, they have the best multiplayer games, (although most of their single player ones do suck). At one point Julio arrived, and then we ended up playing frisbee again.
The evening went on like that, nice fun, and eventually they came to pick Muriel up. I think that's when we had dinner, and after that we went to jump into the golf field to have to stealth adventure. See, you are not supposed to be there at night, and there are patrols and all checking it up, so it's fun to hide in the shadows, between the trees and all. We really are like kids. Since it started raining, we decided to get out of the field and back in the house, we watched some anime, I worked a little on some inking I had to do, and thus the day ended.
Thursday was a friendly, fun day. Frisbee, video games, anime, friends and laughter. What else can you ask for?
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Time of the twins
Victor and I knew, on Wednesday night, that this was going to be a tiresome weekend, my parents were going to be out of the house, and thus it was going to be filled with our friends, with a lot of noise, and mostly getting not sleep. Now, don't get me wrong, we are seriously not party animals, and mostly what we do is rather geekie stuff, still we stay up, so we wanted to take it easy for that night. At some point though, Blanco called, and that's when it all begun.
Blanco has the fame of being a chick magnet, and he really is, so when he called to invite us to a party from some girls in his class the obvious answer was to say yes. He then gave the phone to a girl who started explaining me how to get there, silly her, explaining me!. Since I knew that her efforts were going to be mostly futile, I just passed the phone to Victor, who all of a sudden listened to some girl saying directions. The look on his face was funny, and it was even funnier when he asked - hey, who are you? - at some point he got the address, hanged up, and said -I guess we are going to a party, right? -. Yuuup.
Although I insisted on taking some drinking material to the party, my brother kept saying that it wasn't necessary, so by the time we got there we walked into this house empty handed. It was raining, and we had never been there before. Thank God that Blanco was by the entrance, otherwise who knows if we'd have adventured inside.
Once in there I recognized Karina, a girl that I meet quite some time ago in a bar, among a couple of twins (which means, two sets of twin sisters, one set brunette, one set blond). Then I realized that the party was from the twin sisters, the blond ones, and then my messed up mind started fantasizing again. (I mean, which man doesn't have the fantasy of being with two girls?, what about twins!!... Damn!). Twin sister 1 (sorry, I don't know the names) came down and greeted us, we congratulated her and she was kind enough to remember me from that one time, there, I felt accepted. Yay!.
Over by the patio were like 3 other girls fooling around with a boom box, one of them was twin sister 2, I swear, the only way to tell them apart was the fact that this one was wearing a black skirt, while the other was wearing black pants. At this time the fact that we had brought no drinks was making my brother uncomfortable, to which I laughed, and thus we went to the Oxxo to buy some stuff. We were kind of worried that maybe there was going to be dry law due to the Mexican independence stuff, but there wasn't!.
When we came back there was more people in the party, all girls, and all of them were at least fair 3's and some 4's. This did hit me, since most of the times we end up in the most boring parties ever where the only girls would already be taken, or ugly, or even worse: there would be no girls at all. The night started looking fine.
It really was a fun night, at some point the other twins showed up (the brunette set), there was a nice mom around, who had a daughter that for quite a while kept playing with one of those "hard bubble maker" (those things are cool), which we all kept throwing up the air and trying to avoid it from touching the ground. There were definitely a lot of girls there, and for a while we were the only 3 guys around. Eventually some others showed up (damned bastards), but they crawled into the kitchen were they kept themselves courting on some girls. So yes, we were still the kings of the Patio. So much though, that a point came in which most of the party was going on in the kitchen, yet we didn't let this turn down our mood. We were happy.
There was this girl, Karina, who kept trying to seduce Blanco, and there was this other girl, Celina, who kept moving her head in a disapproval manner, saying something like -it was his fault, he said he would do anything if he was drunk enough -. Surprinsingly enough, Karina kept serving him one drink after another, go figure.
Eventually I realized that I was merry, alcohol had kicked in, how did I came to this conclusion?. Well, I guess that dropping the bottle I was holding, while trying to make fun of my brother, and thus creating a mess of broken glass and good drink all over the floor was a good sign. When that happened though, I stopped drinking... Part because I was embarrassed, and part because there was no more to drink.
So I sat, and started talking to Celina. This is when she said that the worst offense that someone had ever given her was when Blanco said that he wasn't attracted to girls with a six pack, you know a reaaaally worked out tummy?, this is too when she held my hand and placed it in her stomach so that I would realize how "hard it felt"... That was an awkward moment. I didn't have the heart to tell her my self, that having such a tummy wasn't attractive to me either. Then my brother came into the scene with a puzzled look in his face, as I was rubbing my hand to this girl's abs, when she saw him though, she did the very same thing and his hand ended up there too. The look in his face, he didn't know what was going on, and he was able to realize it till quite later when he asked me what the heck was that.
At this point Celina had us as her allies, and we were trying to literally save Blanco from Karina's black intentions, mostly because he had asked to be saved, and when we asked Celina if we should just let them do their thing, she as a good friend, said that we shouldn't and thus we kept keeping him at bay. This went on all night long, until at some point as we were all sitting Blanco came into the Patio, grabbed Celina, and took her away... This, of course, saddened Karina. My brother was around though, and he was caring enough to pay Karina attention as she cried and all that, why are we so nice? Anyway, at the end Karina felt better and had the idea that she had earned a new friend.
When I peeked towards the outside of the house, I saw Blanco and Celina acting more than friendly... ahhh... I guess you never know who you are working for. That girl though played her cards just right, she let Karina be all over him all night, yet involving us in the crusade of saving him, and somehow managed to be the one that got him at last. After that little while together, they became officially boyfriend and girlfriend... he he he... Isn't love great?. I wonder if Blanco was fully conscious of that fact.
There was dancing, fun, jokes, laughing and all that good stuff, we should be at more parties like that more often. Eventually we came back home, we gave a ride to Celina to her house, and the night ended with us being safe and sound. We went to bed till about 3 or 4, knowing that the day after was going to be great and thus we needed to save some energy.
good times.
Blanco has the fame of being a chick magnet, and he really is, so when he called to invite us to a party from some girls in his class the obvious answer was to say yes. He then gave the phone to a girl who started explaining me how to get there, silly her, explaining me!. Since I knew that her efforts were going to be mostly futile, I just passed the phone to Victor, who all of a sudden listened to some girl saying directions. The look on his face was funny, and it was even funnier when he asked - hey, who are you? - at some point he got the address, hanged up, and said -I guess we are going to a party, right? -. Yuuup.
Although I insisted on taking some drinking material to the party, my brother kept saying that it wasn't necessary, so by the time we got there we walked into this house empty handed. It was raining, and we had never been there before. Thank God that Blanco was by the entrance, otherwise who knows if we'd have adventured inside.
Once in there I recognized Karina, a girl that I meet quite some time ago in a bar, among a couple of twins (which means, two sets of twin sisters, one set brunette, one set blond). Then I realized that the party was from the twin sisters, the blond ones, and then my messed up mind started fantasizing again. (I mean, which man doesn't have the fantasy of being with two girls?, what about twins!!... Damn!). Twin sister 1 (sorry, I don't know the names) came down and greeted us, we congratulated her and she was kind enough to remember me from that one time, there, I felt accepted. Yay!.
Over by the patio were like 3 other girls fooling around with a boom box, one of them was twin sister 2, I swear, the only way to tell them apart was the fact that this one was wearing a black skirt, while the other was wearing black pants. At this time the fact that we had brought no drinks was making my brother uncomfortable, to which I laughed, and thus we went to the Oxxo to buy some stuff. We were kind of worried that maybe there was going to be dry law due to the Mexican independence stuff, but there wasn't!.
When we came back there was more people in the party, all girls, and all of them were at least fair 3's and some 4's. This did hit me, since most of the times we end up in the most boring parties ever where the only girls would already be taken, or ugly, or even worse: there would be no girls at all. The night started looking fine.
It really was a fun night, at some point the other twins showed up (the brunette set), there was a nice mom around, who had a daughter that for quite a while kept playing with one of those "hard bubble maker" (those things are cool), which we all kept throwing up the air and trying to avoid it from touching the ground. There were definitely a lot of girls there, and for a while we were the only 3 guys around. Eventually some others showed up (damned bastards), but they crawled into the kitchen were they kept themselves courting on some girls. So yes, we were still the kings of the Patio. So much though, that a point came in which most of the party was going on in the kitchen, yet we didn't let this turn down our mood. We were happy.
There was this girl, Karina, who kept trying to seduce Blanco, and there was this other girl, Celina, who kept moving her head in a disapproval manner, saying something like -it was his fault, he said he would do anything if he was drunk enough -. Surprinsingly enough, Karina kept serving him one drink after another, go figure.
Eventually I realized that I was merry, alcohol had kicked in, how did I came to this conclusion?. Well, I guess that dropping the bottle I was holding, while trying to make fun of my brother, and thus creating a mess of broken glass and good drink all over the floor was a good sign. When that happened though, I stopped drinking... Part because I was embarrassed, and part because there was no more to drink.
So I sat, and started talking to Celina. This is when she said that the worst offense that someone had ever given her was when Blanco said that he wasn't attracted to girls with a six pack, you know a reaaaally worked out tummy?, this is too when she held my hand and placed it in her stomach so that I would realize how "hard it felt"... That was an awkward moment. I didn't have the heart to tell her my self, that having such a tummy wasn't attractive to me either. Then my brother came into the scene with a puzzled look in his face, as I was rubbing my hand to this girl's abs, when she saw him though, she did the very same thing and his hand ended up there too. The look in his face, he didn't know what was going on, and he was able to realize it till quite later when he asked me what the heck was that.
At this point Celina had us as her allies, and we were trying to literally save Blanco from Karina's black intentions, mostly because he had asked to be saved, and when we asked Celina if we should just let them do their thing, she as a good friend, said that we shouldn't and thus we kept keeping him at bay. This went on all night long, until at some point as we were all sitting Blanco came into the Patio, grabbed Celina, and took her away... This, of course, saddened Karina. My brother was around though, and he was caring enough to pay Karina attention as she cried and all that, why are we so nice? Anyway, at the end Karina felt better and had the idea that she had earned a new friend.
When I peeked towards the outside of the house, I saw Blanco and Celina acting more than friendly... ahhh... I guess you never know who you are working for. That girl though played her cards just right, she let Karina be all over him all night, yet involving us in the crusade of saving him, and somehow managed to be the one that got him at last. After that little while together, they became officially boyfriend and girlfriend... he he he... Isn't love great?. I wonder if Blanco was fully conscious of that fact.
There was dancing, fun, jokes, laughing and all that good stuff, we should be at more parties like that more often. Eventually we came back home, we gave a ride to Celina to her house, and the night ended with us being safe and sound. We went to bed till about 3 or 4, knowing that the day after was going to be great and thus we needed to save some energy.
good times.
El puente
This was a very long weekend indeed... And several thing happened on it, so much that if I was to write them all in one post, it would probably be the longest post ever.
So I shall write about them all in different posts, and we will see what comes out of it... As a preview though, it would be good to post something that I wrote during one of the nights, while being in quite a messed up mental state. Somehow I knew that I wanted to keep in my mind all the stuff that had gone on, so I decided to type it all like this:
fiesta de blanco, syu nueva novia, la mora que se le hechava ebn cima... gemelaas..
tirando coolrer...
dia sigtugiente... ftreeezsbie... mariel tooodo el dia en al casa... julio... funny.... no tancho chobits....
cine... buena movie... rosario... carilllas... regreso a casa... masgic... smash... chobitys...
fucli9ng touerkc death meix...
glafh poles from the golf court...
a lot of drinking...
ballenitas...
porn.?...
that was written on friday night, so there is stuff to talk about regarding Saturday and it´s night too... Oh man, I will need a vacation from this break.
- cheers
So I shall write about them all in different posts, and we will see what comes out of it... As a preview though, it would be good to post something that I wrote during one of the nights, while being in quite a messed up mental state. Somehow I knew that I wanted to keep in my mind all the stuff that had gone on, so I decided to type it all like this:
fiesta de blanco, syu nueva novia, la mora que se le hechava ebn cima... gemelaas..
tirando coolrer...
dia sigtugiente... ftreeezsbie... mariel tooodo el dia en al casa... julio... funny.... no tancho chobits....
cine... buena movie... rosario... carilllas... regreso a casa... masgic... smash... chobitys...
fucli9ng touerkc death meix...
glafh poles from the golf court...
a lot of drinking...
ballenitas...
porn.?...
that was written on friday night, so there is stuff to talk about regarding Saturday and it´s night too... Oh man, I will need a vacation from this break.
- cheers
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
What time is it?
Yesterday Japanese class was boooring, terribly boring actually. Those guys, after each number, say some little word, and then you know if they are talking about minutes, seconds, hours, days, months, prices, etc... And aswell, in each kind of number they have exceptions!, which means that four is said in several different ways, depending on what you are counting... Man!. I find languages very interesting, and one of the things I like the most is trying to figure out and image how is it that language came to be... I just don't get this guys though, why all the different ways to count?
The one funny part was when he started asking us what time is it, and we all said a different time... He just started laughing. He kept saying that in Japan, if you ask several people, they all will give you the exact same time, yet here in Mexico you find differences of 15 minutes given or taken.
I remember once when he said that if a Japanese from a company, goes to work in some Latin country for some years, (same company - another country), he will be rendered useless once he comes back to Japan. And those were his words!. He said that in the Latin countries our policies and life style is so relaxed, that the guy will just not be able to work properly on Japan again... Wow... It's almost sad. No wonder why those guys kill themselves so much.
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This morning the was a very thick fog by where we live. It was hard to see two cars away, and you got the feeling that you were literally driving into nothingness. I found my self fantasizing about the idea, what would it be like to drive into that mist and then find my self stranded in a magical land on the other side?. Or some interesting place like the inn at the end of the world, the one from the Sandman series... A place where I could meet people from all times and planes, and hear their stories, and maybe even share a couple of my own.
Which gets me into thinking... I have to do more traveling and stuff... I need material to be able to tell my stories, at the end that is one of the only things that will make me a fun grandpa, right? So I better start getting prepared.
The one funny part was when he started asking us what time is it, and we all said a different time... He just started laughing. He kept saying that in Japan, if you ask several people, they all will give you the exact same time, yet here in Mexico you find differences of 15 minutes given or taken.
I remember once when he said that if a Japanese from a company, goes to work in some Latin country for some years, (same company - another country), he will be rendered useless once he comes back to Japan. And those were his words!. He said that in the Latin countries our policies and life style is so relaxed, that the guy will just not be able to work properly on Japan again... Wow... It's almost sad. No wonder why those guys kill themselves so much.
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This morning the was a very thick fog by where we live. It was hard to see two cars away, and you got the feeling that you were literally driving into nothingness. I found my self fantasizing about the idea, what would it be like to drive into that mist and then find my self stranded in a magical land on the other side?. Or some interesting place like the inn at the end of the world, the one from the Sandman series... A place where I could meet people from all times and planes, and hear their stories, and maybe even share a couple of my own.
Which gets me into thinking... I have to do more traveling and stuff... I need material to be able to tell my stories, at the end that is one of the only things that will make me a fun grandpa, right? So I better start getting prepared.
Monday, September 13, 2004
Gmail
I have invited a lot of people so far, and the invitations keep flowing and flowing... at this point I cannot think of anyone to whom I'd like to invite and that has no gmail account already... is there anyone out there who wants one?. At this point I have 6 more to give away.
Weekend realizations
I have realized that although I enjoy people and social stuff, I must force my self to get out of the house more. When at home I have the computer, the comics, and the books. I have quite some work to do, stuff to ink, and I could just go days having the time of my life with no human interaction... That can't be good.
On Saturday I did got my self out of the house, leaving some work behind, decided to go to Pepe's party. Again, I am not a party kind of guy, I enjoy "one-on-one's" and talks with an small group of people, but something told me that it would be fun to go. Besides, Pepe is a nice guy and I was glad to be invited.
I got there on time, which in Mexico means that you get to wait for everybody (when will I learn?), still, I had a good talk with Pepe. People started showing up eventually, and among them came Erik and his girlfriend Diana, and Memo. This are the bunch I guys that I kept talking to. At some point I did something with my fingers that amused Diana quite a lot, so she started asking me stuff, and eventually diagnosed me with a syndrome. It seems that being hyper elastic and with very flexible joints puts me in the infamous list of people with Marfan Syndrome. I don't know much about the stuff, and it seems that there are various degrees, but it really does look like I've got it... it could even explain the messed up back issues. He he he... Damn. (realization No. 1).
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Eventually a very interesting girl showed up, she was not good looking at all, but I could tell everybody turned their heads to see her because she had the worst fake blond hair ever, looooong, faaaaake, and with that red blouse, well, she was asking to be seen. The term HAH was discussed among us, with in Spanish is Huera a Huevo (sorry, no proper way to say it in English with the same punch, but it's like Blond by Force. I mean, man!!!...
Background: I remember this exercise that I did once with a bunch of people, there were only 3 of us, and each of us shared 3 things about ourselves. After some time, we were asked about the people that we talked with. One of them I had no problems with, but with the other it was terrible, I couldn't even remember her name!. I felt guilty, and thought that I was going to be yelled at for not being present during the dynamic. The one thing I could remember was that she mentioned she had problems being herself, and is always trying to look like someone else. To my surprise, I wasn't told anything about forgetting, the one that got in trouble was her, because her lack of honesty and her trying to appear different than the way she is was causing people like me, to just ignore her and not enjoy her presence. If anything, I was told that I have an issue with un authentic people, which is true.
So there was this fake blond standing there, and so we started talking about that fact. At some point I said that it would be fun to tell her something tucker max - style , like -why don't you save all that money you spend on coloring your hair, and use it to buy some self esteem!. Although it was meant to be sort of an inside joke between Erik and I, Diana thought it was quite funny too, and well, we all laughed. I don't have an issue with highlights, some tints, or even changing the whole color. But there are kinds of colors for kinds of people, and man!!... Why?!?!. I don't even think she was an ugly looking girl, she was just confused... Very confused.
I don't know when it happened, but once I decided to turn my head the other way around I saw that she was right there sitting next to me, and I could see she was wearing contact lenses to give them a fake blue color. Oh man... How much more can you reject your reflection in the mirror?. She looked back at me, I couldn't find the strength to tell her anything so I turned around and kept talking to my friends, then she stood up and went to sit somewhere else. Erik even wondered if she had listened while we talked about her choice in hairstyle, if she did, so be it. Hopefully it will get her thinking, the best that could happen is that she shows up today at school with her natural hair color, no contacts and some dignity. I didn't feel guilty at all, and I actually felt rather light to have been able to just express my self without caring. Being honest and not a hypocrite is soooo nice. (realization No. 2 ... I already knew, but it was the 1st time I truly didn't care about someone else's feelings).
The evening went by quite nice, we played Frisbee, and it rocks... Just that. (realization No.3).
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Later, once I was at home by my self, I found my self very scared (almost terrified), of the fact that the microwave was making very messed up beeps. I was upstairs watching the TV when all of a sudden it started beeping, the kind of way it beeps every time you press one of it's buttons. But it kept doing it for quite a while, without any sort of pattern, as of a kid was playing with it, or someone trying to draw attention. It would all of a sudden stay quiet, and go again after a while. What bothered me the most was the lack of a pattern, electric devices should at least make noises according to one, right?. So I got pretty scared, and couldn't even put my self together to do down to the kitchen and see what was causing it, I just stayed there and tried to ignore it. Now, there is background in my house regarding that. Eventually my parents arrived, and my dad said that is was very common, and he unplugged the microwave, problem solved. I am a wuss. (realization No. 4)
Sunday was good... A lot of comic related work. When I was looking at some coloring done by Ulises, pencils by Luis, and the comic that Eve is putting together... Man, I almost felt like I didn't deserve those guys. I am surrounded by great artists. (realization No. 5)
I have much more to write about, but this is getting long.... And boring, even for me.
**cheers
On Saturday I did got my self out of the house, leaving some work behind, decided to go to Pepe's party. Again, I am not a party kind of guy, I enjoy "one-on-one's" and talks with an small group of people, but something told me that it would be fun to go. Besides, Pepe is a nice guy and I was glad to be invited.
I got there on time, which in Mexico means that you get to wait for everybody (when will I learn?), still, I had a good talk with Pepe. People started showing up eventually, and among them came Erik and his girlfriend Diana, and Memo. This are the bunch I guys that I kept talking to. At some point I did something with my fingers that amused Diana quite a lot, so she started asking me stuff, and eventually diagnosed me with a syndrome. It seems that being hyper elastic and with very flexible joints puts me in the infamous list of people with Marfan Syndrome. I don't know much about the stuff, and it seems that there are various degrees, but it really does look like I've got it... it could even explain the messed up back issues. He he he... Damn. (realization No. 1).
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Eventually a very interesting girl showed up, she was not good looking at all, but I could tell everybody turned their heads to see her because she had the worst fake blond hair ever, looooong, faaaaake, and with that red blouse, well, she was asking to be seen. The term HAH was discussed among us, with in Spanish is Huera a Huevo (sorry, no proper way to say it in English with the same punch, but it's like Blond by Force. I mean, man!!!...
Background: I remember this exercise that I did once with a bunch of people, there were only 3 of us, and each of us shared 3 things about ourselves. After some time, we were asked about the people that we talked with. One of them I had no problems with, but with the other it was terrible, I couldn't even remember her name!. I felt guilty, and thought that I was going to be yelled at for not being present during the dynamic. The one thing I could remember was that she mentioned she had problems being herself, and is always trying to look like someone else. To my surprise, I wasn't told anything about forgetting, the one that got in trouble was her, because her lack of honesty and her trying to appear different than the way she is was causing people like me, to just ignore her and not enjoy her presence. If anything, I was told that I have an issue with un authentic people, which is true.
So there was this fake blond standing there, and so we started talking about that fact. At some point I said that it would be fun to tell her something tucker max - style , like -why don't you save all that money you spend on coloring your hair, and use it to buy some self esteem!. Although it was meant to be sort of an inside joke between Erik and I, Diana thought it was quite funny too, and well, we all laughed. I don't have an issue with highlights, some tints, or even changing the whole color. But there are kinds of colors for kinds of people, and man!!... Why?!?!. I don't even think she was an ugly looking girl, she was just confused... Very confused.
I don't know when it happened, but once I decided to turn my head the other way around I saw that she was right there sitting next to me, and I could see she was wearing contact lenses to give them a fake blue color. Oh man... How much more can you reject your reflection in the mirror?. She looked back at me, I couldn't find the strength to tell her anything so I turned around and kept talking to my friends, then she stood up and went to sit somewhere else. Erik even wondered if she had listened while we talked about her choice in hairstyle, if she did, so be it. Hopefully it will get her thinking, the best that could happen is that she shows up today at school with her natural hair color, no contacts and some dignity. I didn't feel guilty at all, and I actually felt rather light to have been able to just express my self without caring. Being honest and not a hypocrite is soooo nice. (realization No. 2 ... I already knew, but it was the 1st time I truly didn't care about someone else's feelings).
The evening went by quite nice, we played Frisbee, and it rocks... Just that. (realization No.3).
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Later, once I was at home by my self, I found my self very scared (almost terrified), of the fact that the microwave was making very messed up beeps. I was upstairs watching the TV when all of a sudden it started beeping, the kind of way it beeps every time you press one of it's buttons. But it kept doing it for quite a while, without any sort of pattern, as of a kid was playing with it, or someone trying to draw attention. It would all of a sudden stay quiet, and go again after a while. What bothered me the most was the lack of a pattern, electric devices should at least make noises according to one, right?. So I got pretty scared, and couldn't even put my self together to do down to the kitchen and see what was causing it, I just stayed there and tried to ignore it. Now, there is background in my house regarding that. Eventually my parents arrived, and my dad said that is was very common, and he unplugged the microwave, problem solved. I am a wuss. (realization No. 4)
Sunday was good... A lot of comic related work. When I was looking at some coloring done by Ulises, pencils by Luis, and the comic that Eve is putting together... Man, I almost felt like I didn't deserve those guys. I am surrounded by great artists. (realization No. 5)
I have much more to write about, but this is getting long.... And boring, even for me.
**cheers
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Critical times
Yesterday I saw farenheit 9/11, I won't comment a lot on this movie, since most people haven't seen it. (it's not like there is a plot and I'd give away spoilers, but still). I just have to say that I wish it was a movie EVERY american sees before the elections, really.
We are at a time in which a bad president of the US can screw up the whole world, in the good ol' days, some nasty dictator or bad administrator would just mess up with their own country, but at this time and age, the repercussions are global. I know we from all over the world are more informed about what is going on than the very people from the US, pretty much because we get the news from uncensored chains from all over, while people in the US get them all filtered, in such a way that their fear policy keeps going, and the view that they need a savior such as Bush is reinforced. Please make a wise vote guys.
When I read the forums, read the opinions... man, I almost lose my faith in humanity... how can so many people support the Bush Administration?, the war?. Free Iraq from Saddam... wow, you trully have believed all that crap you have been fed by your tv channels haven't you?. What if you do some research and find out how were those guys doing before and after the fucking bombing on their schools and hospitals, if for some twisted reason a president believes he has the right to go ahead and tell another country how to conduct his policies, I bet there are nicer ways than just, like, killing everybody?!?!. I even read by a guy I trully respect that it is ok to do that, since they are destroying those terrorists before they come and destroy us... man, Iraq didn't even have a proper army, nor weapons, or anything!... they posed no thread to anyone, but to the Oil company that wanted to build a pipe line through their country... company that, no wonder, has a lot to do with dad Bush.
I am not against the soldiers or the military, those guys were doing their job and were pretty much conviced that it was the proper thing to do. I may not agree with the cause of action, but my questioning is not towards the soldiers who are doing as ordered, but towards the guy who is pulling the trigger.
Get conscious people, get real... this are not things to be taken lightly.
We are at a time in which a bad president of the US can screw up the whole world, in the good ol' days, some nasty dictator or bad administrator would just mess up with their own country, but at this time and age, the repercussions are global. I know we from all over the world are more informed about what is going on than the very people from the US, pretty much because we get the news from uncensored chains from all over, while people in the US get them all filtered, in such a way that their fear policy keeps going, and the view that they need a savior such as Bush is reinforced. Please make a wise vote guys.
When I read the forums, read the opinions... man, I almost lose my faith in humanity... how can so many people support the Bush Administration?, the war?. Free Iraq from Saddam... wow, you trully have believed all that crap you have been fed by your tv channels haven't you?. What if you do some research and find out how were those guys doing before and after the fucking bombing on their schools and hospitals, if for some twisted reason a president believes he has the right to go ahead and tell another country how to conduct his policies, I bet there are nicer ways than just, like, killing everybody?!?!. I even read by a guy I trully respect that it is ok to do that, since they are destroying those terrorists before they come and destroy us... man, Iraq didn't even have a proper army, nor weapons, or anything!... they posed no thread to anyone, but to the Oil company that wanted to build a pipe line through their country... company that, no wonder, has a lot to do with dad Bush.
I am not against the soldiers or the military, those guys were doing their job and were pretty much conviced that it was the proper thing to do. I may not agree with the cause of action, but my questioning is not towards the soldiers who are doing as ordered, but towards the guy who is pulling the trigger.
Get conscious people, get real... this are not things to be taken lightly.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Fucking cat is driving me nuts
facts:
I wish she would just go away...
- Couple of weeks ago we picked up a little kitten, abandonded by her mom, and adopted her.
- We took care of the kitten for about 3 weeks.
- During this 3 weeks we noticed the mom lurking around the house and making call noises.
- My brother decided to take the kitten out and show it to the mom, the mom grabs it and runs away with it. [cute?]
- The mom hasn't stop being around the house, she is by there all day long and crying, she WILL NOT allow me to sleep, and will not either allow us to get near and take care it.
I wish she would just go away...
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
I don't get mother nature
Sometimes I just don't get it, for real.
A few weeks ago we picked up a little female kitten that was crying like crazy for a couple of days. At some point it was obvious that her mom had let her there to face her fate, or so we thought, so we picked her up and started taking care of her. At this time the little cat was just a few days old, the eyes were closed, etc.
We learned how to feed her, take care of her, and so we did. After a couple of weeks she opened her eyes, started walking, all those little things. It was cute, and annoying like hell (she kept crying to be fed and what not). One thing we noticed though was that her mom kept lurking around the house, literally. We knew who the mom was, a very fine looking cat actually, and since we kept her baby kitten she kept walking around the house, making calls and all. It was odd, we were sure she abandoned that little cat, and cats are nasty like that, they abandon some kittens when they think they cannot take care of them, and a lot of times they will abandon a kitten too if a human even touched it.
Anyway, yesterday the same thing happened, at night the mom was crying like crazy outside of our house, my brother decided to take the kitten to show it to her, see if that was what she wanted. And it was indeed. As soon as she got she chance she grabbed the little girl by her neck and ran away with her. JUST LIKE THAT!...
Fist she abandons her, right?, we take care of her for 3 weeks, and all of a sudden the mom comes and wants her back?. So she got her baby cat back... it could sound cute almost, a family reunited. It's just very odd too. At least I think so.
A few weeks ago we picked up a little female kitten that was crying like crazy for a couple of days. At some point it was obvious that her mom had let her there to face her fate, or so we thought, so we picked her up and started taking care of her. At this time the little cat was just a few days old, the eyes were closed, etc.
We learned how to feed her, take care of her, and so we did. After a couple of weeks she opened her eyes, started walking, all those little things. It was cute, and annoying like hell (she kept crying to be fed and what not). One thing we noticed though was that her mom kept lurking around the house, literally. We knew who the mom was, a very fine looking cat actually, and since we kept her baby kitten she kept walking around the house, making calls and all. It was odd, we were sure she abandoned that little cat, and cats are nasty like that, they abandon some kittens when they think they cannot take care of them, and a lot of times they will abandon a kitten too if a human even touched it.
Anyway, yesterday the same thing happened, at night the mom was crying like crazy outside of our house, my brother decided to take the kitten to show it to her, see if that was what she wanted. And it was indeed. As soon as she got she chance she grabbed the little girl by her neck and ran away with her. JUST LIKE THAT!...
Fist she abandons her, right?, we take care of her for 3 weeks, and all of a sudden the mom comes and wants her back?. So she got her baby cat back... it could sound cute almost, a family reunited. It's just very odd too. At least I think so.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Nice walk
One of the good things of working in a University campus are the walks that you have to take sometimes. Errr, not really, the walks are only nice because of the scenary, and the scenary we get over here is pretty much great. I've gone out to walk like 4 times today, to actually do work related stuff so it's ok, he he he. And all those times I couldn't stop noticing dozens of pretty ladies all over the place. It's soooo nice.
Things like that make me believe there is a God... and with a pretty good sense of taste none the less.
Things like that make me believe there is a God... and with a pretty good sense of taste none the less.
Il Santo Rosario
Yesterday I prayed the rosary, that was quite an experience. After a full (and dull) day at work I went home and got ready to work on some inking, but thenVictor managed to convince me to go greet Joey on his birthday. Now, it didn't take him that much time to convice me I can tell you that!.
We went to Pancho's house, there we listened to Bjork's new disc Medulla. (take it from a not-fan, it is gooood), and off we headed to the Seminar. But alas!, I am missing something!!, before the seminar we picked Ireri up!!... That's right, and I must accept that for a moment I was afraid something ackward could happen. (you know?, Ireri as in my brother's former girlfriend?). The best part is that it was pretty cool, and pretty much as if we were just a bunch of friends doing something, I was glad to see her, and glad that the energy flowed so well between us all.
Joey being in the seminar means several things, one of those is that he has visit hours, and those had long passed by the time we got there, so he had to ask for permission to allow us in. It was his bday after all!. Once in there, I couldn't help to notice all the nervous looks that the other guys were giving us. I don't know if it was the fact that a dozen of strangers were given a tour through their seminar, while laughing and making occassional jokes, or the fact that half of our party were girls, and good looking girls none the less. (I bet those guys couldn't sleep well that night, the sinful dreams they must have had!)
We had cake, we sang, we laughed and had a pretty good time, Joey was happy. And then all of a sudden we heard a buzz and it could only mean one thing (we were about to find out). It was rosary time!!. Damn.
Invited to stay as we were, of course, we stayed. A huge circle was formed by all of us and and it all began, they prayer was said each time by the next guy in the circle, which meant that it was eventually going to be our turn too. We were all very nervous!!... But the worst was Joey, he knew us, he had heard all the church jokes we say, and the knows we are not religious... the poor guy was so nervous he got nauseous. At the end though, we made him pround, and we all did the right thing. (except for my brother, he invented his own version of the holy mary blah blah blah... a minor mistake I bet).
After that we headed back, we departed giving Joey lots of hugs and smiles... the guy was about to cry, he even said "I should come back with you guys". He is one of the most lovable, nice, and jolly fellows I know, and the seminar just didn't seem his kind of place. I bet he feels lonelly a lot of times. But if that is the path he wants to walk, so be it. If he becomes a priest, I know he will be the best ever.
** cheers, =o)
ps. I am reading The DaVinci Code, for some odd reason I kept my self away from it. Being as mainstream as it was it led me to believe it was something like those huge dull, empty best sellers that everyone loves. But then curiosity got the best of me, and I grabbed a copy just to know what everyone was babbling about... ok, I started on sunda, by now I am literally on chapter 51 and can't stop reading the damned thing... I forced my self to keep it away in order to get some sleep... so yes, it's good.
We went to Pancho's house, there we listened to Bjork's new disc Medulla. (take it from a not-fan, it is gooood), and off we headed to the Seminar. But alas!, I am missing something!!, before the seminar we picked Ireri up!!... That's right, and I must accept that for a moment I was afraid something ackward could happen. (you know?, Ireri as in my brother's former girlfriend?). The best part is that it was pretty cool, and pretty much as if we were just a bunch of friends doing something, I was glad to see her, and glad that the energy flowed so well between us all.
Joey being in the seminar means several things, one of those is that he has visit hours, and those had long passed by the time we got there, so he had to ask for permission to allow us in. It was his bday after all!. Once in there, I couldn't help to notice all the nervous looks that the other guys were giving us. I don't know if it was the fact that a dozen of strangers were given a tour through their seminar, while laughing and making occassional jokes, or the fact that half of our party were girls, and good looking girls none the less. (I bet those guys couldn't sleep well that night, the sinful dreams they must have had!)
We had cake, we sang, we laughed and had a pretty good time, Joey was happy. And then all of a sudden we heard a buzz and it could only mean one thing (we were about to find out). It was rosary time!!. Damn.
Invited to stay as we were, of course, we stayed. A huge circle was formed by all of us and and it all began, they prayer was said each time by the next guy in the circle, which meant that it was eventually going to be our turn too. We were all very nervous!!... But the worst was Joey, he knew us, he had heard all the church jokes we say, and the knows we are not religious... the poor guy was so nervous he got nauseous. At the end though, we made him pround, and we all did the right thing. (except for my brother, he invented his own version of the holy mary blah blah blah... a minor mistake I bet).
After that we headed back, we departed giving Joey lots of hugs and smiles... the guy was about to cry, he even said "I should come back with you guys". He is one of the most lovable, nice, and jolly fellows I know, and the seminar just didn't seem his kind of place. I bet he feels lonelly a lot of times. But if that is the path he wants to walk, so be it. If he becomes a priest, I know he will be the best ever.
** cheers, =o)
ps. I am reading The DaVinci Code, for some odd reason I kept my self away from it. Being as mainstream as it was it led me to believe it was something like those huge dull, empty best sellers that everyone loves. But then curiosity got the best of me, and I grabbed a copy just to know what everyone was babbling about... ok, I started on sunda, by now I am literally on chapter 51 and can't stop reading the damned thing... I forced my self to keep it away in order to get some sleep... so yes, it's good.
Monday, September 06, 2004
I am happy
I have officially finished reading ALL of Tucker Max's stories. That is something good for several reasons, the guys has given me terrible amounts of fits of laugther on the past few days, and at this point I am willing to buy his books and pay him some money, he does deserve it, I have paid to see a lame movie, of course I will pay for all the hours of entertainment this guy has provided.
Man... so many laughs... he is kind of an asshole, but a funny and smart one too, so that's a good combo. But probably the one reason that brings me more joy about reading all his stuff, is that now I can finally work again... I mean, really, having all those stories just waiting to be read didn't allow me to do any of my cubicle work for the past week, pretty much!!!... Now I will patiently wait for the next stories, but what is best, is that I may actually get some work done too. (that, or wait till Erik sends me yet another link, he he he)
**cheers
Man... so many laughs... he is kind of an asshole, but a funny and smart one too, so that's a good combo. But probably the one reason that brings me more joy about reading all his stuff, is that now I can finally work again... I mean, really, having all those stories just waiting to be read didn't allow me to do any of my cubicle work for the past week, pretty much!!!... Now I will patiently wait for the next stories, but what is best, is that I may actually get some work done too. (that, or wait till Erik sends me yet another link, he he he)
**cheers
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Does she come with the glasses?
Today was a fairly good day, it's not that I woke up cranky, it's more like since everyone in my family was sure that I had something yesterday that was the topic of the morning, and so that got me in a foul mood again... I mean, what is it with people and their "what's up?s".
At some point we managed to make a decent plan with all the people who wanted to attend the comictlan today, and off we went. We picked Erik up and Eve, then Mariel... and I think that was it. The ride on the car was fun, as soon as I got out of the house and started talking with this people about something other than my feelings I started feeling better, go figure.
Comictlan sucks, and it gets worse every year. The one good thing is that I bought this compilation of mexican comics that was sponsored by Fonca/Conaculta... but that's pretty much it. Some toys and comics, whatever. Lots of girls, but most of them ugly to be honest... He he he... Good times though.
After some hours of heavy sweating, barganing (it's amazing how you can always bargain betting on the flip of a coin... thank God I always win those), and money spending, we headed back to take Erik home, and then to Plaza Galerias, where we spent the rest of the day. I had the most sweat stained t-shirt you have ever seen, and being as selfconcious as I was I just had to go get a shirt somewhere to be ok. I got a decent one at a good price, and then Blanco, Hector and I started trying to get rid of Victor and Mariel... mostly to allow them to be alone, but somehow victor just didn't get it and kept following us around... that guy man, sometimes...
I don't know if we managed to lose them, or at some point they got it, but somehow we got to be alone and kept fooling around the mall. We kept doing silly things and laughing like crazy, literally. One of those things was when we went to this huge pet store, they have a large area were kids can enter and play with little toys and exotic animals, pet them and whatnot, and some moms are there too. Blanco said "hey!, those animals are very weird", talking about the actual persons that were in there. At that point I approached, looked at them just as if they were animals, and then said out loud -Hey, do you think that if I buy her the glasses are included?, almost imediatly a guy, who was standing right besides me, gave me a VERY mean look (of course, he was the husband) Needless to say I walked out of there rather fast, and almost bursting into a fit of laughter.
Once I got out, and when Blanco said "did you noticed that the husband of that woman you talked about buying was right next to you?", I did burst in laughing... oh man...
The rest of the day went like that... and then at home I saw big fish... good times.
That's it for a good saturday... :-D
** cheers
ps. There comes a point when any reasonable man will swallow his pride and admit he made a mistake. The truth is... I was never a reasonable man. Man, will that movie always make me cry?... sure it just did now. [again]
At some point we managed to make a decent plan with all the people who wanted to attend the comictlan today, and off we went. We picked Erik up and Eve, then Mariel... and I think that was it. The ride on the car was fun, as soon as I got out of the house and started talking with this people about something other than my feelings I started feeling better, go figure.
Comictlan sucks, and it gets worse every year. The one good thing is that I bought this compilation of mexican comics that was sponsored by Fonca/Conaculta... but that's pretty much it. Some toys and comics, whatever. Lots of girls, but most of them ugly to be honest... He he he... Good times though.
After some hours of heavy sweating, barganing (it's amazing how you can always bargain betting on the flip of a coin... thank God I always win those), and money spending, we headed back to take Erik home, and then to Plaza Galerias, where we spent the rest of the day. I had the most sweat stained t-shirt you have ever seen, and being as selfconcious as I was I just had to go get a shirt somewhere to be ok. I got a decent one at a good price, and then Blanco, Hector and I started trying to get rid of Victor and Mariel... mostly to allow them to be alone, but somehow victor just didn't get it and kept following us around... that guy man, sometimes...
I don't know if we managed to lose them, or at some point they got it, but somehow we got to be alone and kept fooling around the mall. We kept doing silly things and laughing like crazy, literally. One of those things was when we went to this huge pet store, they have a large area were kids can enter and play with little toys and exotic animals, pet them and whatnot, and some moms are there too. Blanco said "hey!, those animals are very weird", talking about the actual persons that were in there. At that point I approached, looked at them just as if they were animals, and then said out loud -Hey, do you think that if I buy her the glasses are included?, almost imediatly a guy, who was standing right besides me, gave me a VERY mean look (of course, he was the husband) Needless to say I walked out of there rather fast, and almost bursting into a fit of laughter.
Once I got out, and when Blanco said "did you noticed that the husband of that woman you talked about buying was right next to you?", I did burst in laughing... oh man...
The rest of the day went like that... and then at home I saw big fish... good times.
That's it for a good saturday... :-D
** cheers
ps. There comes a point when any reasonable man will swallow his pride and admit he made a mistake. The truth is... I was never a reasonable man. Man, will that movie always make me cry?... sure it just did now. [again]
Saturday, September 04, 2004
What´s up?, what´s up?...
[Intended to be posted: 04-08-2044 > 1:58am]
I don´t know what the fuck is up!!!... do I have to have an answer for that everytime?, do I have to be "happy-honky-dori" for everyone all the time?. Stop being so selfish and taking everything personal, it´s not all about you, you know?, the idea that the world does not revolve around you should make some sense, and somehow the way I do or "not do" things could actually be for whatever other reason than your self or how I feel about you. If there is something "up" with me, that I trully cannot pinpoint, so be it...
I don´t even feel I could write a worthy post... at some point the night went to the sewers, actually I think I know exactly when that happened, but I cannot, and will not, talk about it here... I am just a "transparent" person, and quite anti-hipocrite, so whatever I feel I display, and if I say "I don't know", then that means I don't fucking know... ok?.
As I write this on notepad I just can´t get the computer to log online... can anything else go wrong?... seriously. I so want to get out of here, why do I have to be so confused about everything all the time?...
By the way, I really had a pretty decent day, and the idea of staying home tonight to finally get to play some nwn sounded great. I really just don't know...
I don´t know what the fuck is up!!!... do I have to have an answer for that everytime?, do I have to be "happy-honky-dori" for everyone all the time?. Stop being so selfish and taking everything personal, it´s not all about you, you know?, the idea that the world does not revolve around you should make some sense, and somehow the way I do or "not do" things could actually be for whatever other reason than your self or how I feel about you. If there is something "up" with me, that I trully cannot pinpoint, so be it...
I don´t even feel I could write a worthy post... at some point the night went to the sewers, actually I think I know exactly when that happened, but I cannot, and will not, talk about it here... I am just a "transparent" person, and quite anti-hipocrite, so whatever I feel I display, and if I say "I don't know", then that means I don't fucking know... ok?.
As I write this on notepad I just can´t get the computer to log online... can anything else go wrong?... seriously. I so want to get out of here, why do I have to be so confused about everything all the time?...
By the way, I really had a pretty decent day, and the idea of staying home tonight to finally get to play some nwn sounded great. I really just don't know...
Friday, September 03, 2004
Girls and their butt cracks...
As I was walking out of my office to go to the ATM I noticed a girl about to sit on the stairs, she was facing the other way, and once she sat I was able to take a fairly good look at some of her butt crack. Then, after some seconds, she seemed to notice her exposed bottom and decided to stand up, and make a feeble attempt to fix her pants up, then sit down again, and well... there is the butt crack again.
Now, believe you me, it's not that I was just trying to take a look at that girl's bottom, it just kind of happens, and actually the view is sometimes so gross that the whole concept of no pants - no panties goes right to hell and becomes a sight slaughtering device. It's quite a set fashion by now though, and I will not complain, it just makes me laugh!.
The other day for example, like a week ago, a gorgeous girl just did the same, her bottom was quite exposed and since she just knew that there was no way to fix her pants, she placed her purse back there... she did it only until she noticed that there were some guys standing behind her, and she probably even figured that we were not exactly paying attention to her nice hair. [girls have a way to realize that, you know?... their 6th sense thing?].
And I see that all the time... I mean, why do they bother about covering that up and whatnot?... if they want to wear that way, it's fine! [really]... but why being ridiculous and pretend to be decent like that fixing it up now and then?
Fashion is so funny, and so are double standards... (we know you like being looked at, and if you don't, then don't dress that way!)
Now I will close this post with a paragraph taken from this Tucker Max story.
"It affected me in ways that I never thought possible. Last night I got stoned and was going over the events in my head and I came to the conclusion that I need to get my act together quick. I guess that sometimes it takes a dominatrix in your living room to make you sit there and think "What the fuck am I doing with my life?"
Now, believe you me, it's not that I was just trying to take a look at that girl's bottom, it just kind of happens, and actually the view is sometimes so gross that the whole concept of no pants - no panties goes right to hell and becomes a sight slaughtering device. It's quite a set fashion by now though, and I will not complain, it just makes me laugh!.
The other day for example, like a week ago, a gorgeous girl just did the same, her bottom was quite exposed and since she just knew that there was no way to fix her pants, she placed her purse back there... she did it only until she noticed that there were some guys standing behind her, and she probably even figured that we were not exactly paying attention to her nice hair. [girls have a way to realize that, you know?... their 6th sense thing?].
And I see that all the time... I mean, why do they bother about covering that up and whatnot?... if they want to wear that way, it's fine! [really]... but why being ridiculous and pretend to be decent like that fixing it up now and then?
Fashion is so funny, and so are double standards... (we know you like being looked at, and if you don't, then don't dress that way!)
Now I will close this post with a paragraph taken from this Tucker Max story.
"It affected me in ways that I never thought possible. Last night I got stoned and was going over the events in my head and I came to the conclusion that I need to get my act together quick. I guess that sometimes it takes a dominatrix in your living room to make you sit there and think "What the fuck am I doing with my life?"
Runaway dog...
I always wanted a dog that I could take for a walk with no leash, you know?, one of those cool ones that just follow you around and whatnot?. Well, Artik*, the runaway dog, is such a dog. I've been taking this walks everyday... no, let me take that back, I've been taking walks everyday, as long as it doesn't rain, which latelly, has been happening a lot. The thing with this dog is that he is just around whenever he pleases, and most of the times we don't have a clue on what he is doing. It seems he gets along pretty well with the dogs around the neighborhood, and he actually has made some friends from them... by now I think he sees us as a family though, and that's cool.
Rosario told me how walking is so good for you, and even for loosing weight and all it's better to just walk than to run... sounds a little silly, but having the body she has at her age, we will take her as an authority on the matter.
This week has been pretty decent actually, I am getting some ideas together, and starting to visualize a clearer path... to be honest, there isn't a whole bunch of stuff to do around here, so I have a lot of time to just do whatever, and whatever is always good if you know to appreciate it.
Now, here are a couple of links I'd like to share, it's all good stuff...
** So, cheers!!!...
*I don't really know how his name should be spelled... it's something like "Artigrer", but we can say Artik, I pretty much could assure you he doesn't care.
Rosario told me how walking is so good for you, and even for loosing weight and all it's better to just walk than to run... sounds a little silly, but having the body she has at her age, we will take her as an authority on the matter.
This week has been pretty decent actually, I am getting some ideas together, and starting to visualize a clearer path... to be honest, there isn't a whole bunch of stuff to do around here, so I have a lot of time to just do whatever, and whatever is always good if you know to appreciate it.
Now, here are a couple of links I'd like to share, it's all good stuff...
- A pretty good story by Neil Gaiman called Study in Emerald.
- Some pointers in how to write to amuse, for all of you who would like to write and entertain.... by reading it I realize my blog is far from that, he he he, but still, it has never been my goal to do such a thing. If anything, it makes me want to start something new focusing on that.
- Questionable Content web comic, yet again... this guy is going full time for this comic, and it'd be nice to support somehow. This guys could make a living out of this, and I know it takes them up to 8hrs to put a strip together sometimes. Art is fun, but it's hard work. If every one of us fans would pay them a buck per month they could make a living out of it... I assure you I will as soon as I get that damned credit card.
- My brother's latest post, I think it's funny.
** So, cheers!!!...
*I don't really know how his name should be spelled... it's something like "Artigrer", but we can say Artik, I pretty much could assure you he doesn't care.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Credit cards and stuff...
I hate telemarketers, and all those people who call to give you the offer of your life time, I was just in the phone with one and I swear by the life of me, argh!!... so annoying!, why can't I just hang up on them?. Still, I managed to stay away from their claws and somehow say always "no" to all their wonderfully well designed [to trick you into it] questions. Poor Hector though, they did get him.... sniff...
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I feel like I want to write something about the talk that I had yesterday with Claudia, yet I don't really know where to start, or what to say. Let's just mention that I had a pretty nice evening talking to this girl, she and I had been planning to go out and get some coffee for over a year, and we made it happen till yesterday. It took so long mostly because of my fault. I just seem to love the I don't have time, I am too busy excuse... which I do believe my self.
I guess I just felt like taking my self less seriously, and actually enjoying my present more. It's not that I don't love what I do, because I do, it's just that I hate feeling that my life is going away while I just work... there is so much more to do.
** cheers... back to work and real life.
pd. que rico comi hoy, en Guadalajara, vayan al Usagi... woooow... eso si es comida Japonesa.
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I feel like I want to write something about the talk that I had yesterday with Claudia, yet I don't really know where to start, or what to say. Let's just mention that I had a pretty nice evening talking to this girl, she and I had been planning to go out and get some coffee for over a year, and we made it happen till yesterday. It took so long mostly because of my fault. I just seem to love the I don't have time, I am too busy excuse... which I do believe my self.
I guess I just felt like taking my self less seriously, and actually enjoying my present more. It's not that I don't love what I do, because I do, it's just that I hate feeling that my life is going away while I just work... there is so much more to do.
** cheers... back to work and real life.
pd. que rico comi hoy, en Guadalajara, vayan al Usagi... woooow... eso si es comida Japonesa.
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