Or something like that they said in this movie that I just saw, and I already want to forget... Actually, not really, because if I forget I saw it I may go and see it again. It's called "Desnudos", based on some play. The time wasn't worth it at all, not even the sex or nudity scenes where good... Damn it, that pisses me off.
Still, it was so bad and weird that Memo, Pollo and I may get some jokes material out of it, and use it somehow of course... Already it was paying off on the way to the parking lot because of all mock and parodies where came up with.
The evening was good either way, having a meal with this guys and all. The sushi place was all "Halloween" decorated, and although it was weird, some waitresses looked very nice, specially one that went as a devil. As usual, we confused the waiter and made him laugh too eventually. It always happens, either we freak them out, or they get into it.(If they get into it, we usually leave very nice tips).
Morning?... Argh... So freaking hard to wake up for the karaokulta meeting. Because we stayed up last night watching Anime, again. The bad part was that the series pretty much sucked, it was that weird. The good part was that we made fun of the series and ended up having fun. Who?, well Erik, Blanco, my brother and my self.
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I have been thinking a lot lately... I am even considering taking it further and talking to some people about it, about my add thing, which is more like a want to do everything, thing. I know it's an old topic in my life, but until now it's starting to concern me. At college I used to be the guy on all the art classes and workshops, learning everything, after college I have been having A LOT of projects, jumping here and there... Learning, but not really getting anywhere in either. I think I need to learn to appreciate something without wanting to do it my self... To respect a craft, and enjoy it, without trying to be good at it my self. Do I make sense?. It really does concern me.
I have been having that focus, focus idea... And it's a great advice... Given to me several times with some people around me. He he he... I guess the message really hits when it's supposed to, and for some reason the time seems to be now.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Saturday, October 30, 2004
The war thing...
[update]: Our good friend Pada was kind enough to mess up the bit of fun that we were having with this whole thing (read this post of his). I feel so disapointed and bored by reading that, that I don't think it deserves a lot of coments. By writing -"Ni te molestes en responder. Voy a ver mi blog hasta el 3 de noviembre? Eres el rival más débil. ¡Adiós!"- He became one of the most obnoxious persons in my list, and I don't even know him that much. To me, he sounded like a 5 year old yelling to his friend in the playground "so I win, bye!" and then walking away without leaving anyone the chance to reply. Lame.
Thank you very much to all of you who joined and helped me... I really do appreaciate that you joined me in this little game, and you guys rock. Know that you count on me if the need arises. I would declare my self the true winner, but that would almost sound like what he wrote. Still, we know who is who.
Thank you very much to all of you who joined and helped me... I really do appreaciate that you joined me in this little game, and you guys rock. Know that you count on me if the need arises. I would declare my self the true winner, but that would almost sound like what he wrote. Still, we know who is who.
Takes 3 to Tango...
Last night was a very cool night. As usual, at some point it seemed that it was going to suck, but then it got life of it's own and things went up from there. After work me and my brother gave Yomero a lift, and then headed home... Oh!, we had some tacos on the way!, I almost forgot that... And those tacos rule, so it would have been something close to a sin.
At home we put some customes together as fast as we could, and they turned out alright. My brother resembled a kind of vampire, and I was some dead french poet or gallego or whatever. He he he. We picked Erik and Diana up, and then Sergio. Of course while driving we joked a lot about the way we looked. We had a vampire, a gallego, a zombie base ball player, a school girl, and the must have: a crow.
Everything went as expected in the Fleur du Mort. A lot of customes, vampire chicks, the usual goth crowd. Some centraedi, good live music, and decent talks. It was too crowded for me though, and I didn't have my glasses on so it wasn't like I could just stand and enjoy the view... That sucked. But really, anyone that has been around me for a while knows I hate crowded places like that... I like having good talks, being able to listen the other person, and not being pushed around by all the people walking around. He he he, either way, we walked out of there just a bit after the band stoped playing. We wanted some air and a better enviroment to hang around.
While there though, we bumped into my neighbor, who used to date Sergio, and into some other people. I talked with Memo about how that place raises a lot your expectations in terms of gothic but once in there you feel like it's just pretending. It was halloween, so you couldn't really judge the usual crowd, but I was diaspointed my self the first time I was there. Not as dark as my prejudices had foretold... He he he.
As well there was this girl from Denmark that is living in Blanco's house too, veeeery good looking. When Victor said that she was craving for attention Sergio, Memo and I run to where she was. Serio, lucky bastard, was the one who sat right next to her and got her attention the better part of the night. Later I got to talk to her, and I understood why Sergio said the conversation wasn't really flowing... Probably she wasn't that interesting, or we weren't... Whatever. It takes more than good looks to ring my bell, and at least there it wasn't happening.
Then Ireri told us that she (the Danish girl) was tired of been hitten on by all the guys, and that's why she doesn't follow the casual talks very well. Then Sergio and I stared at each other and said... -oh... that would be why-. He he he.
Once we started to leave the place, just as everyone had gotten out, I was stopped by this goth girl who suddendly asked me something:
girl: So... you guys leaving already?
me: Yes... need some air, we will go walk a bit.
girl: Damn... you guys suck.
me: He he he... yes we do.
girl: ...
girl: So, do you know anyone at the UdG?... (it's a local university).
me: not really, I know a girl whose mom works there.
girl: Oh great!... I will give you my number so that you contact me with her.
me: ... - puzzled look- oook.
girl: By the way... can I have your number too?.
me: ... sure.. (lame way to get a number... I must learn it).
I scribbled down my number, while thinking that I should write a fake one... I give her the real one. - Sigh- . We will see if she calls and what happens. My sixth sense tingles a bit. Argh.
Once out we went to Chapultepec, called Allan, and decided to go to his place and have us a little party there. There were like 10 of us, with Allan and his girl we were 12, enough of a crowd to have a very good time. Allan took out his whatchamacallit smoking thingie (I don't remember how you call those, they involve flavored tobako, water and bubbles), either way, we all smoked from it. We played funky music, he he he, even danced a while to that Ma-ia-hii song. Allan ran to his room to disguise himself, because he felt odd being the only normal one around, all that. Good times.
The Danish girl taught us the way the cheer in Denmark, with a little song and all. Jokes, and a couple of drinking games that mostly were about getting Sergio drunk... He he he. I don't hink he minded, and it takes much more than that to actually hit him hard with liquour. Eventually people started leaving... Then we had this great talk with that girl about relationships, the way they are over there, sex and all that. It was interesting. Here in Mexico we have a terrible double standard, and a messed up way to see relationships... Everything surrounded with an aura of sin and stupid stuff like that. -Sigh-.
At about 3:30 am Allan started teaching us Tango... That was, at least to me, the high point of the night. It looked so freaking cool, and not hard at all. He taught that girl the basic steps and then all of a sudden they were dancing all over... I got goose bumps... That dance rocks. Then he taught Sergio and I the steps, and we practiced a bit with her. Damn... THANK YOU ALLAN!!... Now I want to learn Tango... Just what I needed, yet another interst in my life... argh... He he he, not really, I loved it.
There we leart that there are only 3 basic steps in Tango... That's why they say, it takes only 3 steps to Tango.
At about 4:30 it all came to an end... We got home... Slept...
** Cheers!!
ps.
At home we put some customes together as fast as we could, and they turned out alright. My brother resembled a kind of vampire, and I was some dead french poet or gallego or whatever. He he he. We picked Erik and Diana up, and then Sergio. Of course while driving we joked a lot about the way we looked. We had a vampire, a gallego, a zombie base ball player, a school girl, and the must have: a crow.
Everything went as expected in the Fleur du Mort. A lot of customes, vampire chicks, the usual goth crowd. Some centraedi, good live music, and decent talks. It was too crowded for me though, and I didn't have my glasses on so it wasn't like I could just stand and enjoy the view... That sucked. But really, anyone that has been around me for a while knows I hate crowded places like that... I like having good talks, being able to listen the other person, and not being pushed around by all the people walking around. He he he, either way, we walked out of there just a bit after the band stoped playing. We wanted some air and a better enviroment to hang around.
While there though, we bumped into my neighbor, who used to date Sergio, and into some other people. I talked with Memo about how that place raises a lot your expectations in terms of gothic but once in there you feel like it's just pretending. It was halloween, so you couldn't really judge the usual crowd, but I was diaspointed my self the first time I was there. Not as dark as my prejudices had foretold... He he he.
As well there was this girl from Denmark that is living in Blanco's house too, veeeery good looking. When Victor said that she was craving for attention Sergio, Memo and I run to where she was. Serio, lucky bastard, was the one who sat right next to her and got her attention the better part of the night. Later I got to talk to her, and I understood why Sergio said the conversation wasn't really flowing... Probably she wasn't that interesting, or we weren't... Whatever. It takes more than good looks to ring my bell, and at least there it wasn't happening.
Then Ireri told us that she (the Danish girl) was tired of been hitten on by all the guys, and that's why she doesn't follow the casual talks very well. Then Sergio and I stared at each other and said... -oh... that would be why-. He he he.
Once we started to leave the place, just as everyone had gotten out, I was stopped by this goth girl who suddendly asked me something:
girl: So... you guys leaving already?
me: Yes... need some air, we will go walk a bit.
girl: Damn... you guys suck.
me: He he he... yes we do.
girl: ...
girl: So, do you know anyone at the UdG?... (it's a local university).
me: not really, I know a girl whose mom works there.
girl: Oh great!... I will give you my number so that you contact me with her.
me: ... - puzzled look- oook.
girl: By the way... can I have your number too?.
me: ... sure.. (lame way to get a number... I must learn it).
I scribbled down my number, while thinking that I should write a fake one... I give her the real one. - Sigh- . We will see if she calls and what happens. My sixth sense tingles a bit. Argh.
Once out we went to Chapultepec, called Allan, and decided to go to his place and have us a little party there. There were like 10 of us, with Allan and his girl we were 12, enough of a crowd to have a very good time. Allan took out his whatchamacallit smoking thingie (I don't remember how you call those, they involve flavored tobako, water and bubbles), either way, we all smoked from it. We played funky music, he he he, even danced a while to that Ma-ia-hii song. Allan ran to his room to disguise himself, because he felt odd being the only normal one around, all that. Good times.
The Danish girl taught us the way the cheer in Denmark, with a little song and all. Jokes, and a couple of drinking games that mostly were about getting Sergio drunk... He he he. I don't hink he minded, and it takes much more than that to actually hit him hard with liquour. Eventually people started leaving... Then we had this great talk with that girl about relationships, the way they are over there, sex and all that. It was interesting. Here in Mexico we have a terrible double standard, and a messed up way to see relationships... Everything surrounded with an aura of sin and stupid stuff like that. -Sigh-.
At about 3:30 am Allan started teaching us Tango... That was, at least to me, the high point of the night. It looked so freaking cool, and not hard at all. He taught that girl the basic steps and then all of a sudden they were dancing all over... I got goose bumps... That dance rocks. Then he taught Sergio and I the steps, and we practiced a bit with her. Damn... THANK YOU ALLAN!!... Now I want to learn Tango... Just what I needed, yet another interst in my life... argh... He he he, not really, I loved it.
There we leart that there are only 3 basic steps in Tango... That's why they say, it takes only 3 steps to Tango.
At about 4:30 it all came to an end... We got home... Slept...
** Cheers!!
ps.
Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-haa
Ma-ia-ha ha
Alo, Salut, sunt eu, un haiduc,
Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea.
Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.
Chorus:Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei, nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum,
Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea.
Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.
Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-haa
Ma-ia-ha ha
Friday, October 29, 2004
Closing times - Friday
This working out week has turned out fine, on Monday I was able to be on the bike for about 5 minutes and I was dying, now I can go for 20 minutes and it's all good. The only problem is that my body hurts all over... Only temporary I hope.
Not really, there is another problem: it tires me. I get home and I cannot really do anything else, even work in the computer. Wasn't exercise supposed to give you more energy and all that?. Again, let's see how it works in a couple of weeks... It could be the whole starting up/sore body thing.
Tonight there is a Halloween party at the Fleurs du Mort... I am looking forward to it since that place seems like an eternal costume party with all the goths, so in Halloween I am expecting to see a super special combo of messed up costumes and attitudes. I bet it will be fun. I hope I feel some more energy running through my body as the night approaches... At least not like yesterday, please. [Everybody in Guadalajara... Go there!].
-Sigh- Walking outside... Looking at all those girls... Have I mentioned I like cleavage and whale tails?... (Damn, I am messed up... I thank Sergio by the way for bringing that whale tail concept into my life... I didn't know that's how you called it in English).
Closing time - time for you to go out, go out into the world. Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl. Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer. Closing time - you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
** Cheers
ps. I have only seen it like 3 times, but I can officially say Gilmore Girls rock... I can't believe those dialogues, and the way they flow. He he he.
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About the Pada vs. Hector Padilla thing, it's still going on. This guy is encouraging everyone to post votes on this shout box, so go ahead and leave some. It's been two days in a row in which he just sits back to prepare his attack... We will see. Right now several of you guys have voted kindly towards me... Keep that up!!... As stupid as this war is, it's amusing and I am having fun.
By the way, I seem to have much more to talk about, other than this war... So, point for me.
Not really, there is another problem: it tires me. I get home and I cannot really do anything else, even work in the computer. Wasn't exercise supposed to give you more energy and all that?. Again, let's see how it works in a couple of weeks... It could be the whole starting up/sore body thing.
Tonight there is a Halloween party at the Fleurs du Mort... I am looking forward to it since that place seems like an eternal costume party with all the goths, so in Halloween I am expecting to see a super special combo of messed up costumes and attitudes. I bet it will be fun. I hope I feel some more energy running through my body as the night approaches... At least not like yesterday, please. [Everybody in Guadalajara... Go there!].
-Sigh- Walking outside... Looking at all those girls... Have I mentioned I like cleavage and whale tails?... (Damn, I am messed up... I thank Sergio by the way for bringing that whale tail concept into my life... I didn't know that's how you called it in English).
Closing time - time for you to go out, go out into the world. Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl. Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer. Closing time - you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
** Cheers
ps. I have only seen it like 3 times, but I can officially say Gilmore Girls rock... I can't believe those dialogues, and the way they flow. He he he.
--
About the Pada vs. Hector Padilla thing, it's still going on. This guy is encouraging everyone to post votes on this shout box, so go ahead and leave some. It's been two days in a row in which he just sits back to prepare his attack... We will see. Right now several of you guys have voted kindly towards me... Keep that up!!... As stupid as this war is, it's amusing and I am having fun.
By the way, I seem to have much more to talk about, other than this war... So, point for me.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
One of those times
I am having one of those messed up times in which I cannot concentrate on anything, I feel a tad annoyed, sleepy, and even cranky... That can't be good.
I guess sitting down and writing about it is the best thing that comes to my mind, but still, it's not as amusing... I hate it. I mean, a lot of times I just don't do anything work related here, but still I have a blast since I keep reading about all this interesting things and whatnot... Right now is just one of those blank, messed up blah times that I have really come to dislike.
Have you ever felt like that?... Really... Nothing sounds appealing... A nice looking girl entered a little while ago, and I even thought that, if she jumped all over me and wanted to make out, I wouldn't be into it... It is that bad. [Probably I wouldn't do it either way, but because I am shy and that public display of attention would be a little too much to handle... Nothing to do with me not willing usually... Just my stupid sense of right and wrong].
On the other hand, there are some really cool projects around the corner. Mostly regarding with computer stuff, and time consuming. I so have to talk to the karaokulta guys, I need to balance everything out and focus, focus... [Right Mishka?]. For over a year my goal has been to move to Canada, even before kok came along... It's something that I just need to do, maybe I'll hate it, but I need to give my self the chance to hate it. -Sigh- There is so much to do to make that happen. (That's an idea that has been bugging me for a while now).
By the way, thanks guys for your comments about the Hector Padilla vs. "Hector Padilla" thing... Really.
** cheers... cheers?... sure... He he he.
ps. This site is amusing... Disturbing... And causes you to just click some more around, because despite of the shock you can't help but keep looking.
I guess sitting down and writing about it is the best thing that comes to my mind, but still, it's not as amusing... I hate it. I mean, a lot of times I just don't do anything work related here, but still I have a blast since I keep reading about all this interesting things and whatnot... Right now is just one of those blank, messed up blah times that I have really come to dislike.
Have you ever felt like that?... Really... Nothing sounds appealing... A nice looking girl entered a little while ago, and I even thought that, if she jumped all over me and wanted to make out, I wouldn't be into it... It is that bad. [Probably I wouldn't do it either way, but because I am shy and that public display of attention would be a little too much to handle... Nothing to do with me not willing usually... Just my stupid sense of right and wrong].
On the other hand, there are some really cool projects around the corner. Mostly regarding with computer stuff, and time consuming. I so have to talk to the karaokulta guys, I need to balance everything out and focus, focus... [Right Mishka?]. For over a year my goal has been to move to Canada, even before kok came along... It's something that I just need to do, maybe I'll hate it, but I need to give my self the chance to hate it. -Sigh- There is so much to do to make that happen. (That's an idea that has been bugging me for a while now).
By the way, thanks guys for your comments about the Hector Padilla vs. "Hector Padilla" thing... Really.
** cheers... cheers?... sure... He he he.
ps. This site is amusing... Disturbing... And causes you to just click some more around, because despite of the shock you can't help but keep looking.
Meet me in Mexico!!...
I don't really read this webcomic, but my brother asked me to read the last 3 strips, and they are really funny. Check them out, this and the previous two... Actually, it would be better to start on this one, and then move on.
On the other hand, I've been saying this to quite some guys lately, so I think I must write it down:
Blah blah blah... Not really a new idea... But a recurrent one in my life during this past few days. And as much as I've said it to a couple of friends, I think I am actually saying in to my self. Carpe diem right?
** cheers.
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ps. This whole other Hector Padilla thing is really quite amusing... I think this may go on for a while... His friends are writing about it on their blogs, etc. I am even criticized because of my zpellin... He he he... I knew I was supposed to take care of that or it would get back to haunt me one of this days. Feel free to leave comments on my blog, or his, about the whole thing... I just really like the idea of cross-blogging.
[update] - On this matter, read this one post from my brother.
On the other hand, I've been saying this to quite some guys lately, so I think I must write it down:
The thing is, people like us want to do a lot of things, go to a lot of places, etc. And that isn't really a bad thing, the problem is that we are always thinking about what we want to do, and never about what we are doing at the moment. Since we will always have dreams, we have to learn to live the now... Otherwise as much as we achieve we won't really be happy, because there will always be something left to do... And our current focus is on the things we haven't done / want to do. Not in the ones that are going on as we speak.
Blah blah blah... Not really a new idea... But a recurrent one in my life during this past few days. And as much as I've said it to a couple of friends, I think I am actually saying in to my self. Carpe diem right?
** cheers.
--
ps. This whole other Hector Padilla thing is really quite amusing... I think this may go on for a while... His friends are writing about it on their blogs, etc. I am even criticized because of my zpellin... He he he... I knew I was supposed to take care of that or it would get back to haunt me one of this days. Feel free to leave comments on my blog, or his, about the whole thing... I just really like the idea of cross-blogging.
[update] - On this matter, read this one post from my brother.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Tocayos....
There is a whole issue with the name Hector latelly... For some messed up reason in whichever generation they decided that it was a cool name, and they started naming every other baby Hector... Here in the office there are FOUR Héctors... not 2, or 3... FOUR!!... (note: there are only 9 persons here... 4 is a lot compared to that).
About 3 weeks ago I meet a guy whos name is Hector Alejandro... he is like twice my tocayo*, and he is the 3rd Hector Alejandro that I've ever meet.
Now it seems to be going to even higher levels... not only the name is being choteado... now we are talking last names too. Or so is the case of this guy, who in this post talks about my existence and how odd it is to realize it. And believe me, it is odd.
This "Hector" posted this:
Anyway, I don't care about the nickname "Pada"... That he can have... I actually think it's a cool nickname, and it sucks that the people in Guadalajara only came up with Padilla in their highest peaks of imagination... he he he... But Hector Padilla is my name... my name... I won't give it away.
The only one good reason that he gives to claim ownership is that, indeed, he was born before... is thus older, and thus was named Hector Padilla first... As an older brother that I am, I must admit that this argument is irrefutable and that's a point for him. (1 - 0).
The thing is, he is confused... or his math is messed up... Being borned and raised in the D.F. has never been something good... we in the entire country agree. At most, we try to make them feel it's cool to live there so that they stay there. Being chilango is something that has to be kept off your profile, but of course as a chilango he doesn't know... Point for me. (1 - 1).
My blog has a cool personalized look. His... Well, you have seen his. Point for me. (1 - 2).
He has born in the year of the Dragon... Me?... Year of the monkey. As much as I love monkeys and think they are funny, Dragons kick ass. Point for him. (2 - 2).
His blog has a cool shoutbox where people leaves comments... I am too lazy and haven't put up one of those... Point for him. (3 - 2).
I have been posting for over a a year and a half... He is a newbie!!... And older newbie... No no no... Point for me of course. (3 - 3).
My profile is more complete, and I show my picture... not afraid of who I am, and quite sure of my identity. Point for me. (3 - 4).
He was the one to realize this whole thing, and the one with the idea to fight over the name... hmmm... Although I am not sure of it, I think it's a point for him. (4 - 4).
Again... he got confused, when he said "Que Loco vs. Pada a diario... ¡por favor! ¿Necesito decirlo?" He did forget to mention the score there... Pada a diario?... Of course, point for me. (4 - 5).
Pada likes comics, and seems to have a good taste in general... I do think I have good taste too... but it's a point for him none the less. (5 - 5)
And so we have a freaking tie? . I don't think so... still... I am bored now, I have to work... either way... there is room for two, right?. He he he... Saludos tocayo-yo!.
** cheers
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*Tocayo: It's a word we use in spanish to refer to someone who has your same name.
About 3 weeks ago I meet a guy whos name is Hector Alejandro... he is like twice my tocayo*, and he is the 3rd Hector Alejandro that I've ever meet.
Now it seems to be going to even higher levels... not only the name is being choteado... now we are talking last names too. Or so is the case of this guy, who in this post talks about my existence and how odd it is to realize it. And believe me, it is odd.
This "Hector" posted this:
Ok. Vamos a hacer algo. Un reto. De caballeros. En cuanto publique este post, voy a dejarle un mensaje a "Héctor Padilla" para que lea éste y el anterior. Tendrá que dar una muy buena razón por la cual el es el original y yo el clon. Winner takes it all: el ganador se queda el nombre de Héctor Padilla y el apodo de "Pada"I have to admit it, I am amused by the whole thing... And to be honest, he writes in spanish which made me want to do like that too... There is just something about your language that makes it so much nicer... Still, we are trying to reach as much people as we can out there... right?... my fellow 5 readers?... He he he... So, even if we don't like it, english is a bit more universal.
Anyway, I don't care about the nickname "Pada"... That he can have... I actually think it's a cool nickname, and it sucks that the people in Guadalajara only came up with Padilla in their highest peaks of imagination... he he he... But Hector Padilla is my name... my name... I won't give it away.
The only one good reason that he gives to claim ownership is that, indeed, he was born before... is thus older, and thus was named Hector Padilla first... As an older brother that I am, I must admit that this argument is irrefutable and that's a point for him. (1 - 0).
The thing is, he is confused... or his math is messed up... Being borned and raised in the D.F. has never been something good... we in the entire country agree. At most, we try to make them feel it's cool to live there so that they stay there. Being chilango is something that has to be kept off your profile, but of course as a chilango he doesn't know... Point for me. (1 - 1).
My blog has a cool personalized look. His... Well, you have seen his. Point for me. (1 - 2).
He has born in the year of the Dragon... Me?... Year of the monkey. As much as I love monkeys and think they are funny, Dragons kick ass. Point for him. (2 - 2).
His blog has a cool shoutbox where people leaves comments... I am too lazy and haven't put up one of those... Point for him. (3 - 2).
I have been posting for over a a year and a half... He is a newbie!!... And older newbie... No no no... Point for me of course. (3 - 3).
My profile is more complete, and I show my picture... not afraid of who I am, and quite sure of my identity. Point for me. (3 - 4).
He was the one to realize this whole thing, and the one with the idea to fight over the name... hmmm... Although I am not sure of it, I think it's a point for him. (4 - 4).
Again... he got confused, when he said "Que Loco vs. Pada a diario... ¡por favor! ¿Necesito decirlo?" He did forget to mention the score there... Pada a diario?... Of course, point for me. (4 - 5).
Pada likes comics, and seems to have a good taste in general... I do think I have good taste too... but it's a point for him none the less. (5 - 5)
And so we have a freaking tie? . I don't think so... still... I am bored now, I have to work... either way... there is room for two, right?. He he he... Saludos tocayo-yo!.
** cheers
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*Tocayo: It's a word we use in spanish to refer to someone who has your same name.
The fall off 2002 (2)
The wedding...
That plane ride was fun, there is something about been on a plane that I just love. Besides, it was pretty much empty so we had like all the plane for us. I don't know why they do it, or if they make some money when they do it. There must be some logistics reason that really does make sense, but I recall that there were only about 10 passengers on this large plane, and that left Abby and I the half back for us. We could be silly, sleep on several sits, whatever... It was a fun ride, she was happy about being back home and I was just happy too... A bit nervous, but happy. (Nervous because my 6th sense knew what was going to happen in that wedding).
Once on the airport "J" picked us up, he is a huge lovely man, one of those guys that could act like Santa and you would really believe in him again. He used to be Abby's Dad... Or something like that. She has a weird family story, at some point her parents split up. Her father got married again sometime later, and so did her mother. Then her mother split up again, this second marriage left "J" with the status of something like Abby's former step father... Whatever, they still had a great relationship, he was into the whole wedding thing, and he was the one who picked us up.
[Thinking twice about it, probably it's not a weird family story... Probably it is actually quite normal nowadays... The concept of "family" seems to belong more and more to the realms for fairy as time passes].
I don't really know if the sleeping arrangements were settled at the moment, at this time I was used to being on either house, her mom's or her dad's. I felt comfortable in both. Either way I was sure they both liked me... He he he. What I know is that some nights I was in one place, and some others in the other... As usual.
Things get a bit fuzzy here... Memory... Damn... Ok, the next bunch of events DID happen, although they probably did in some other order... He he he.
I believe we went to have dinner somewhere with the whole bunch... Yes!, that's what happened. God bless ice cream, how could I forget?. There was this huge ice cream bar with several flavors and toppings, yummy... it was like an ice cream buffet!. We saw everyone over there, they were indeed very glad to see us all. With us traveling all the way from Mexico and all we got extra attention. I think that's when I did meet one of Chuck's friends, a guy who lives in Alaska and has great stories... He he he. (Chuck is the guy who, at the time, was going to marry Abby's sister... Now he is her husband... I am almost sure that's still the status... He he).
During this whole time Abby was busy doing bride's maids stuff, getting the dress fitted, doing this and that. I don't know. Of course that felt me somehow alone, which was terribly fine. I enjoy my solitude, and even more if I get to use that time walking and thinking in some foreign land. There is something about being "somewhere else" that makes me more conscious of who I am... Either way, I remember being walking around downtown Chicago by my self during one of this days, and having the time of my life.
I had to be extra careful in order to avoid getting lost... I had a map and all... I don't do good with maps, but this one had cool drawings here and there... He he he. I remember there was a huge rain at some point, and with the Chicago wind that left me completely wet in the whole front, yet entirely dry in the back... Really!... It was like the rain was horizontal, and just attacking the front side of my body. Of course I was amused. Probably the best thing that happened during that rain was that I bumped into a small great bookstore... Wow... The smell of paper, books all over the place. I was in paradise...
The day went on like that, eventually it was time to meet Abby's brother, and since he was the only chance for me to get back into civilization I couldn't afford loosing him. Now I know!... He was pretty cool all the time, and I got to spend a lot of time with him. Since Abby was busy doing her girls thing, he agreed to move me around and entertain me a bit. He he he. He really is fun to be around.
On the evening James and I had dinner with "J"... Wow... That guy, "J", has quite some money... The dinner showed it. Even the place, everything... Since we were greeted as we walked in, the hostess, the waitress... THE FOOD!!!... Those were some good steaks. Man, the prices... argh... Good thing he was paying. I blame "J" for my love for red wine, up until that time I didn't like it at all... He managed to make it all good for me. During that dinner he gave me a full class about wines, how to tell them apart, how to taste them, etc, etc, etc. I was amused by the whole thing... And all of a sudden, wine made sense and it's taste was good.
The wine tasting didn't end on the dinner though, because after that great food we went to "J"s house and had some sort of Bachelor party for chuck. Only a few guys were there, no girls or strippers whatsoever though... He he he. After all, chuck was a Pastor and he lived up to that. The party consisted of tasting a bunch of great wines, (I am talking about 500 USD bottles of wine), smoking cigars (I learnt how to do that too), and sharing stories. (There were some great stories told... Listening to older guys talking always amuses me... I think I was something close to an amusing decoration that night... Didn't share much, yet I was amusing because they had to teach me to smoke and all that, and it was funny when I coughed... He he he).
That night I learnt that smoking a cigar while drinking wine is orgasmic... The cigar will open your taste buds, and thus the taste of the wine is enhanced... yum... I learnt too that if while hunting you bump into a grizzly bear the safest strategy is praying... That hunting a caribou can feed a family for months... And some other "manly" stuff like that.
I don't know where I spent that night... Probably Abby's dad, or mom... Either way, I fell asleep somewhere... And no, I wasn't drunk.
I think the reception happened the day after... I don't get receptions, and I probably never will... It's like an excuse to waste more money... Like a "pre-party"... And rehearsals!!... These guys rehearse their weddings!!... How?... Most of them end up in divorce anyway... Why would you rehearse?... Go with the flow I tell you...
Either way... The reception happened... Meet more of Abby's family... argh... Actually, meet the whole bunch... Damn, I was nervous...
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Just in case you are wondering, YES... I had to skip classes for this whole thing... And YES, I was doing really bad on them... -sigh-
That plane ride was fun, there is something about been on a plane that I just love. Besides, it was pretty much empty so we had like all the plane for us. I don't know why they do it, or if they make some money when they do it. There must be some logistics reason that really does make sense, but I recall that there were only about 10 passengers on this large plane, and that left Abby and I the half back for us. We could be silly, sleep on several sits, whatever... It was a fun ride, she was happy about being back home and I was just happy too... A bit nervous, but happy. (Nervous because my 6th sense knew what was going to happen in that wedding).
Once on the airport "J" picked us up, he is a huge lovely man, one of those guys that could act like Santa and you would really believe in him again. He used to be Abby's Dad... Or something like that. She has a weird family story, at some point her parents split up. Her father got married again sometime later, and so did her mother. Then her mother split up again, this second marriage left "J" with the status of something like Abby's former step father... Whatever, they still had a great relationship, he was into the whole wedding thing, and he was the one who picked us up.
[Thinking twice about it, probably it's not a weird family story... Probably it is actually quite normal nowadays... The concept of "family" seems to belong more and more to the realms for fairy as time passes].
I don't really know if the sleeping arrangements were settled at the moment, at this time I was used to being on either house, her mom's or her dad's. I felt comfortable in both. Either way I was sure they both liked me... He he he. What I know is that some nights I was in one place, and some others in the other... As usual.
Things get a bit fuzzy here... Memory... Damn... Ok, the next bunch of events DID happen, although they probably did in some other order... He he he.
I believe we went to have dinner somewhere with the whole bunch... Yes!, that's what happened. God bless ice cream, how could I forget?. There was this huge ice cream bar with several flavors and toppings, yummy... it was like an ice cream buffet!. We saw everyone over there, they were indeed very glad to see us all. With us traveling all the way from Mexico and all we got extra attention. I think that's when I did meet one of Chuck's friends, a guy who lives in Alaska and has great stories... He he he. (Chuck is the guy who, at the time, was going to marry Abby's sister... Now he is her husband... I am almost sure that's still the status... He he).
During this whole time Abby was busy doing bride's maids stuff, getting the dress fitted, doing this and that. I don't know. Of course that felt me somehow alone, which was terribly fine. I enjoy my solitude, and even more if I get to use that time walking and thinking in some foreign land. There is something about being "somewhere else" that makes me more conscious of who I am... Either way, I remember being walking around downtown Chicago by my self during one of this days, and having the time of my life.
I had to be extra careful in order to avoid getting lost... I had a map and all... I don't do good with maps, but this one had cool drawings here and there... He he he. I remember there was a huge rain at some point, and with the Chicago wind that left me completely wet in the whole front, yet entirely dry in the back... Really!... It was like the rain was horizontal, and just attacking the front side of my body. Of course I was amused. Probably the best thing that happened during that rain was that I bumped into a small great bookstore... Wow... The smell of paper, books all over the place. I was in paradise...
The day went on like that, eventually it was time to meet Abby's brother, and since he was the only chance for me to get back into civilization I couldn't afford loosing him. Now I know!... He was pretty cool all the time, and I got to spend a lot of time with him. Since Abby was busy doing her girls thing, he agreed to move me around and entertain me a bit. He he he. He really is fun to be around.
On the evening James and I had dinner with "J"... Wow... That guy, "J", has quite some money... The dinner showed it. Even the place, everything... Since we were greeted as we walked in, the hostess, the waitress... THE FOOD!!!... Those were some good steaks. Man, the prices... argh... Good thing he was paying. I blame "J" for my love for red wine, up until that time I didn't like it at all... He managed to make it all good for me. During that dinner he gave me a full class about wines, how to tell them apart, how to taste them, etc, etc, etc. I was amused by the whole thing... And all of a sudden, wine made sense and it's taste was good.
The wine tasting didn't end on the dinner though, because after that great food we went to "J"s house and had some sort of Bachelor party for chuck. Only a few guys were there, no girls or strippers whatsoever though... He he he. After all, chuck was a Pastor and he lived up to that. The party consisted of tasting a bunch of great wines, (I am talking about 500 USD bottles of wine), smoking cigars (I learnt how to do that too), and sharing stories. (There were some great stories told... Listening to older guys talking always amuses me... I think I was something close to an amusing decoration that night... Didn't share much, yet I was amusing because they had to teach me to smoke and all that, and it was funny when I coughed... He he he).
That night I learnt that smoking a cigar while drinking wine is orgasmic... The cigar will open your taste buds, and thus the taste of the wine is enhanced... yum... I learnt too that if while hunting you bump into a grizzly bear the safest strategy is praying... That hunting a caribou can feed a family for months... And some other "manly" stuff like that.
I don't know where I spent that night... Probably Abby's dad, or mom... Either way, I fell asleep somewhere... And no, I wasn't drunk.
I think the reception happened the day after... I don't get receptions, and I probably never will... It's like an excuse to waste more money... Like a "pre-party"... And rehearsals!!... These guys rehearse their weddings!!... How?... Most of them end up in divorce anyway... Why would you rehearse?... Go with the flow I tell you...
Either way... The reception happened... Meet more of Abby's family... argh... Actually, meet the whole bunch... Damn, I was nervous...
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Just in case you are wondering, YES... I had to skip classes for this whole thing... And YES, I was doing really bad on them... -sigh-
Monday, October 25, 2004
Weight alert
It's definitely going to happen, some sort of diet and much more workout... Actually, at this moment, lifting one weight once would be more than what I am doing, but I will seriously get into it. I can hardly fit in the jeans I am wearing right now, and during the summer they were almost falling. This sit all day in front of a computer life is not being good to my body... Argh.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
When you least expect it
Things happen when you least expect it, planning is not really worth it since a lot of times it will just leave to frustration. When you just let it be life will flow in an interesting way. I am saying it because today I fell asleep all through the evening, since after having a meal with my parents until about right now. And that wasn't my intention at all, I just wanted to watch some TV and then start studying Japanese.
Anyway, I've been wanting to do that for days now... It happened, and I feel gooood.
Which reminds me, last night we had a very very good time, and it just kind of happened.
After a day of doing stuff with my Dad, having some good food, going to the movies and all that, my brother and I felt a bit tired. Back at home I think all I did was finishing Grim Fandango (finally), and then I practically fell asleep.
My brother was as well sleeping soundly when the phone rang and Blanco told us he was ready to go to Karina's farewell party. I had said I would go, I wanted to go mostly because of him and due to everything that going there could cause with his current/former girlfriend, so I went. Waking my brother up wasn't that easy, but he was able to mutter some intelligent words by the time we got there. (It took him all the way to kind of wake up).
The funny part was that, when we arrived, Blanco and Karina were standing outside of this VERY quiet house, smiling a lot. Something was wrong. The last time we were there noise could be heard at least a block away, and people was walking in and out of that house all the time. Now though, it was all still... With those two figures laughing as we approached.
It wasn't that night. The freaking party was supposed to happen NEXT weekend...
So when Blanco arrived and knocked the door of this suspiciously silent house, two of Karina's friends walked out, saw him with a puzzled face, and ask -what are you doing here?-.
The good things is that Karina was there, they where going to have a girls night out clubbing and whatever, and we had some good laughs with her and because of the misunderstanding. After a while they tried to talked us into going with them, but it must be known by now that we don't enjoy clubbing, and the invitation felt a bit forced... They wanted their girls night out after all. So we skipped it and were left behind.
Of course we laughed quite some more at the whole situation, and then decided to drive around to find a place to drink something. At this time Victor was fully awake, so was I, and we wanted to do something. We went to this nice coffee house that was in a corner near by. As we approached we saw the ambient, how there were mostly couples in scattered tables here and there, candles, soft music and whatnot. Victor joked saying that we should walk in holding hands so we wouldn't be so out of place. Blanco said that we should just be ourselves until we get kicked out... To that I said that we had been kicked out of better places, we all agreed, and walked in.
Or almost walked in, because the minute we stepped on the door a waiter approached us and said that they had no service. To this I didn't know what to say, all I did was looking around and saw the place with a lot of people all over, it wasn't full, but they were certainly not closed. With a puzzled face I said -oh that's sad- and the waiter kindly smiled back without saying anything.
That was a record... We were kicked out before even walking in. [In those nice quiet places people doesn't seem to enjoy happiness, they just want to stare at each other's face not talking or muttering some romantic nonsense... When you have a normal conversation and laugh at the proper times you are looked at with disdain... argh... Screw them].
We drove around for a while, I decided to go for the "turn right" strategy, since somehow that one always seems to work for me. Of course it did and we found this little beer place that sold Micheladas, had snacks and all that good stuff. Now, the turn right strategy does work, but you have to turn every random amount of blocks, if you do it every block you will most likely end up in the same spot you started and running around in circles... Be smart about that.
Back in that place the conversation circled around girls... Go figure. When Blanco and I started talking about whatever Victor just couldn't believe what his ears were listening to. Now we are calm guys, really, but still Victor was amused and calling us names and all. He, at the moment, seemed to feel rather upset that he didn't enjoy his singlehood as much as he could. Whatever, having a girl has it's ups and downs, not having one too.
After some beers we called the night off. Good times.
** Cheers
ps. I used to say I hate beer... I think I still do, but I am not so sure anymore... Is it an adquired taste?.
By the way, with my father we watched The Forgotten, it's good
Anyway, I've been wanting to do that for days now... It happened, and I feel gooood.
Which reminds me, last night we had a very very good time, and it just kind of happened.
After a day of doing stuff with my Dad, having some good food, going to the movies and all that, my brother and I felt a bit tired. Back at home I think all I did was finishing Grim Fandango (finally), and then I practically fell asleep.
My brother was as well sleeping soundly when the phone rang and Blanco told us he was ready to go to Karina's farewell party. I had said I would go, I wanted to go mostly because of him and due to everything that going there could cause with his current/former girlfriend, so I went. Waking my brother up wasn't that easy, but he was able to mutter some intelligent words by the time we got there. (It took him all the way to kind of wake up).
The funny part was that, when we arrived, Blanco and Karina were standing outside of this VERY quiet house, smiling a lot. Something was wrong. The last time we were there noise could be heard at least a block away, and people was walking in and out of that house all the time. Now though, it was all still... With those two figures laughing as we approached.
It wasn't that night. The freaking party was supposed to happen NEXT weekend...
So when Blanco arrived and knocked the door of this suspiciously silent house, two of Karina's friends walked out, saw him with a puzzled face, and ask -what are you doing here?-.
The good things is that Karina was there, they where going to have a girls night out clubbing and whatever, and we had some good laughs with her and because of the misunderstanding. After a while they tried to talked us into going with them, but it must be known by now that we don't enjoy clubbing, and the invitation felt a bit forced... They wanted their girls night out after all. So we skipped it and were left behind.
Of course we laughed quite some more at the whole situation, and then decided to drive around to find a place to drink something. At this time Victor was fully awake, so was I, and we wanted to do something. We went to this nice coffee house that was in a corner near by. As we approached we saw the ambient, how there were mostly couples in scattered tables here and there, candles, soft music and whatnot. Victor joked saying that we should walk in holding hands so we wouldn't be so out of place. Blanco said that we should just be ourselves until we get kicked out... To that I said that we had been kicked out of better places, we all agreed, and walked in.
Or almost walked in, because the minute we stepped on the door a waiter approached us and said that they had no service. To this I didn't know what to say, all I did was looking around and saw the place with a lot of people all over, it wasn't full, but they were certainly not closed. With a puzzled face I said -oh that's sad- and the waiter kindly smiled back without saying anything.
That was a record... We were kicked out before even walking in. [In those nice quiet places people doesn't seem to enjoy happiness, they just want to stare at each other's face not talking or muttering some romantic nonsense... When you have a normal conversation and laugh at the proper times you are looked at with disdain... argh... Screw them].
We drove around for a while, I decided to go for the "turn right" strategy, since somehow that one always seems to work for me. Of course it did and we found this little beer place that sold Micheladas, had snacks and all that good stuff. Now, the turn right strategy does work, but you have to turn every random amount of blocks, if you do it every block you will most likely end up in the same spot you started and running around in circles... Be smart about that.
Back in that place the conversation circled around girls... Go figure. When Blanco and I started talking about whatever Victor just couldn't believe what his ears were listening to. Now we are calm guys, really, but still Victor was amused and calling us names and all. He, at the moment, seemed to feel rather upset that he didn't enjoy his singlehood as much as he could. Whatever, having a girl has it's ups and downs, not having one too.
After some beers we called the night off. Good times.
** Cheers
ps. I used to say I hate beer... I think I still do, but I am not so sure anymore... Is it an adquired taste?.
By the way, with my father we watched The Forgotten, it's good
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Friday... Oh Friday
It was a pretty good day, I don´t think any of us got a lot of work done. It was one of those something is in the air that won´t let me concentrate kind of day. The good thing when that happens, is that it seems to hit several of us at the same time, so we have someone with whom we can share our distraction. I think a fairly well amount of the day was spent discussing games, ideas for projects and the near future (next summer, stuff like that).
I was nervous a good bit of the morning because of my Japanese exam, until I just understood that I wasn´t going to learn it all that fast, and just kept it easy. That worked out fine since when the teacher arrived he said the exam is going to be on Monday... Yay!!.
Oh yes!, now I remember more... Jessica showed us one of those damned online games that you just have to play till you are done with all the levels, otherwise you feel your intelligence has been insulted. So that entertained Erik and I for a good while too. There was cake in the office, good coffee... Gooood. Also I revised a story written by a friend of mine, and it was great... Wow, it really was a good day.
The evening was fine, I got to play a bit more Grim Fandango. Although I am finding the game terribly amusing, I see that it´s very linear too, and kind of hard. The puzzles are messed up and there is only one way to get them right, so you have to be able to figure out whatever the game designer was thinking when he came up with those problems in the game. Still, the dialogue is funny, and the scenery is quite beautiful... Who couldn´t love a game that has a setting in something rather close to a Day of the Death celebration in Mexico?.
After playing a while we went to have dinner with a cousin of us who graduated, great tacos, great talks. I spent the better part of that conversation figuring out why women like bad guys and my female cousins gave me a pretty good insight. That´s a topic for a full other post. What I liked was actually understanding why they get bored of nice guys so easily, and why they like the bad guys better to an extent. Hmmm... Again, tricky topic, I will post about it soon.
The dinner went by pretty nicely, with those good talks and food. Eventually it came to an end and we parted ways. Victor, Mariel and I decided that we wanted to do something else, so we called Blanco and went to the Banana´s in Chapultepec. I did have a great time there, mostly with Blanco though.
My brother had one of his worst anger fits and that was kind of a bummer. I am really looking forward to reading what blanco may write about the whole issue, since he was neutral there... Then again, maybe he won´t write anything because he is smart like that, and neutral. The whole thing seems a tad stupid to me, and I don´t even feel like writing about it. It all had to do with the way my brother made me feel [very uncomfortable], and the way I made him feel [very uncomfortable]. At the end feelings are feelings, and as stupid as any reaction could have been, no one can deny the way you felt for whatever reason. What bothers me is when someone is not willing to move on, take it from ground zero, learn, and go from there.
If anything I am concerned about the fact that maybe Mariel thinks Blanco and I don't like being around her, which is stupid, but if she feels that way we both are thinking of something to prove her otherwise. He he he. Then again, I own no one´s feelings, and I cannot really do much about the whole thing, so I will remain being me and relating the way I know to relate... There are very few things more tiresome than trying to be nice and entertaining to people, it has to be natural... At the end, that's why some people like you and some people don't... I think she is a pretty nice girl anyway, and my brother cares about her, so for the sake of that the situation deserves some extra effort.
Either way, did I learn something?... Oh yes I did, just as I do every time my brother gets like that. I just wish he would be a little more assertive though, and talk about things he doesn´t like while he is calmed. Not waiting to burst into fits of anger yelling like crazy everything he hates and making everyone feel awkward. We all make mistakes, and most of us don´t realize we are doing something bad for someone until we are told somehow, communication is the key to any relationship of any kind.
Today is my fathers birthday... he is 56. That makes me think A LOT of stuff. Does deserve it´s own post. Tonight is Karina´s farewell party... I wonder if we will be able to go, I hope so, at least for a little while. Mostly for Blanco.
So, cheers!!!... Let's see how this weekend happens!.
I was nervous a good bit of the morning because of my Japanese exam, until I just understood that I wasn´t going to learn it all that fast, and just kept it easy. That worked out fine since when the teacher arrived he said the exam is going to be on Monday... Yay!!.
Oh yes!, now I remember more... Jessica showed us one of those damned online games that you just have to play till you are done with all the levels, otherwise you feel your intelligence has been insulted. So that entertained Erik and I for a good while too. There was cake in the office, good coffee... Gooood. Also I revised a story written by a friend of mine, and it was great... Wow, it really was a good day.
The evening was fine, I got to play a bit more Grim Fandango. Although I am finding the game terribly amusing, I see that it´s very linear too, and kind of hard. The puzzles are messed up and there is only one way to get them right, so you have to be able to figure out whatever the game designer was thinking when he came up with those problems in the game. Still, the dialogue is funny, and the scenery is quite beautiful... Who couldn´t love a game that has a setting in something rather close to a Day of the Death celebration in Mexico?.
After playing a while we went to have dinner with a cousin of us who graduated, great tacos, great talks. I spent the better part of that conversation figuring out why women like bad guys and my female cousins gave me a pretty good insight. That´s a topic for a full other post. What I liked was actually understanding why they get bored of nice guys so easily, and why they like the bad guys better to an extent. Hmmm... Again, tricky topic, I will post about it soon.
The dinner went by pretty nicely, with those good talks and food. Eventually it came to an end and we parted ways. Victor, Mariel and I decided that we wanted to do something else, so we called Blanco and went to the Banana´s in Chapultepec. I did have a great time there, mostly with Blanco though.
My brother had one of his worst anger fits and that was kind of a bummer. I am really looking forward to reading what blanco may write about the whole issue, since he was neutral there... Then again, maybe he won´t write anything because he is smart like that, and neutral. The whole thing seems a tad stupid to me, and I don´t even feel like writing about it. It all had to do with the way my brother made me feel [very uncomfortable], and the way I made him feel [very uncomfortable]. At the end feelings are feelings, and as stupid as any reaction could have been, no one can deny the way you felt for whatever reason. What bothers me is when someone is not willing to move on, take it from ground zero, learn, and go from there.
If anything I am concerned about the fact that maybe Mariel thinks Blanco and I don't like being around her, which is stupid, but if she feels that way we both are thinking of something to prove her otherwise. He he he. Then again, I own no one´s feelings, and I cannot really do much about the whole thing, so I will remain being me and relating the way I know to relate... There are very few things more tiresome than trying to be nice and entertaining to people, it has to be natural... At the end, that's why some people like you and some people don't... I think she is a pretty nice girl anyway, and my brother cares about her, so for the sake of that the situation deserves some extra effort.
Either way, did I learn something?... Oh yes I did, just as I do every time my brother gets like that. I just wish he would be a little more assertive though, and talk about things he doesn´t like while he is calmed. Not waiting to burst into fits of anger yelling like crazy everything he hates and making everyone feel awkward. We all make mistakes, and most of us don´t realize we are doing something bad for someone until we are told somehow, communication is the key to any relationship of any kind.
Today is my fathers birthday... he is 56. That makes me think A LOT of stuff. Does deserve it´s own post. Tonight is Karina´s farewell party... I wonder if we will be able to go, I hope so, at least for a little while. Mostly for Blanco.
So, cheers!!!... Let's see how this weekend happens!.
Friday, October 22, 2004
There are very few
There are very few persons out there who go out and make their dreams come true, very few those who, nowadays, even have a dream. We never dreamt of becoming a regional sales manager, a cubicle monkey or a bank consultant. Usually we had much higher expectations in life as kids, but then as we grew up we learnt to compromise our dreams for comfort and a secure spot in society.
And life for those few who dare tends to be much harder, by being out of the box you become and alien to the rest of society, by having higher dreams than a secure employment you scare away couples, freak out family, and even start questioning your own goals. Wouldn't it be better to just have a nice little job?
I don't know why but when I got off the car this morning I stared walking and thinking about the sort of things my classmates used to dream about, all through high school and even early university, and lots of them had the coolest dreams and just talking about them gave them a sparkle in their eyes. Today most of them are just working, in some place they don't really like, under conditions they don't really like, with their dreams forgotten and the sparkle gone.
There are those few who dared, who made things happen, or at least are well on their ways. And they may not be having the time of their lives, they chose the hard way after all... But the sparkle is still there and the dream is slowly solidifying into a reality. Good for them.
I don't like it that we live in such a material society in which compromising your own dreams is not only common but expected, where money matters more than happiness. - sigh -
Anyway... Have a good day.
I'll spend most of it studying my Japanese... He he he... I have a test today and as the good student that I am, I left it all for the end.
And life for those few who dare tends to be much harder, by being out of the box you become and alien to the rest of society, by having higher dreams than a secure employment you scare away couples, freak out family, and even start questioning your own goals. Wouldn't it be better to just have a nice little job?
I don't know why but when I got off the car this morning I stared walking and thinking about the sort of things my classmates used to dream about, all through high school and even early university, and lots of them had the coolest dreams and just talking about them gave them a sparkle in their eyes. Today most of them are just working, in some place they don't really like, under conditions they don't really like, with their dreams forgotten and the sparkle gone.
There are those few who dared, who made things happen, or at least are well on their ways. And they may not be having the time of their lives, they chose the hard way after all... But the sparkle is still there and the dream is slowly solidifying into a reality. Good for them.
I don't like it that we live in such a material society in which compromising your own dreams is not only common but expected, where money matters more than happiness. - sigh -
Anyway... Have a good day.
I'll spend most of it studying my Japanese... He he he... I have a test today and as the good student that I am, I left it all for the end.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
WTF
I must admit this is a... No wait, I don't really know if this is a good idea. It's actually probably rather stupid... But then again, sounds good. I mean, how can you reach a bunch of hollow youngsters into doing something boring like voting?. Not because the US young population is hollow, the thing is that the ones that are not don't really need this and will vote either way.
It's a noble attempt though... And a funny one, I will be giving it follow through to see how many people do register and go into those parties. Just for kicks see what the media is saying about all this.
Either way, whatever works, if something like this will involve more people into politics then that's cool... If they get to have some fun on the side, that's cool too. He he he.
It's a noble attempt though... And a funny one, I will be giving it follow through to see how many people do register and go into those parties. Just for kicks see what the media is saying about all this.
Either way, whatever works, if something like this will involve more people into politics then that's cool... If they get to have some fun on the side, that's cool too. He he he.
Kind enough
Yesterday my brother was kind enough to pin point some of my writing issues. Apparently I use too much certain words... Again I feel between the sword and the wall, should I worry about all that and go back into my posts correcting style and all that?, or should I just write whatever comes out?.
I might as well try to scan it once and see if there are some bits to correct here and there... We will see how that goes.
Anyway, I am beginning to think that I am indeed my worst enemy, and will not really make my self do the things I want to do in terms of health care. I mean, I wanted to just sleep yesterday, and I could have, but I didn't.
I have this obsession driven mind that will not let me rest until I accomplish some goal, and the issue is that I always seem to have some new goal. Now it seems that it is to play several of the classics, game wise, while trying to figure out what makes them good. Still, it's all about telling stories and engaging the audience in a cool experience... If I had been born much earlier I bet I would have been a street story teller or a puppeteer... Or both.
I might as well try to scan it once and see if there are some bits to correct here and there... We will see how that goes.
Anyway, I am beginning to think that I am indeed my worst enemy, and will not really make my self do the things I want to do in terms of health care. I mean, I wanted to just sleep yesterday, and I could have, but I didn't.
I have this obsession driven mind that will not let me rest until I accomplish some goal, and the issue is that I always seem to have some new goal. Now it seems that it is to play several of the classics, game wise, while trying to figure out what makes them good. Still, it's all about telling stories and engaging the audience in a cool experience... If I had been born much earlier I bet I would have been a street story teller or a puppeteer... Or both.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
The fall off 2002
I remember being with Abby's dad talking about life and stuff... About Mexico and whatever. They were quite amused of my city, liking it but hating the way we drive... He he he, sorry, we are latins!. Abby's little sister was having the time of her life, of course weather here was awesome, a bit rainy but that added to the nice green atmosphere all over. Christina (the little sister) kept saying that she wanted to marry me all the time... He he he, although I was embarrassed I must say I was delighted too. What I liked was that my parents and hers were getting along... Things were moving fine.
We were standing by a small fence on the upper level of a nice backyard. On the lower level, some steps down and about 10 meters away, was Abby talking to Lety and my mom. Lety owns that great house we were in and she invited us all for coffee and what not. Eventually the conversation happened and it went something like this:
And then the conversation became casual again... Talking about the nice view or whatever. When we had that talk her father seemed concerned about what the deal could do to our relationship, not about living together and sinning or stuff like that. I remember that because of that "I am afraid... Afraid that she will become more like my sister and the magic between us will be gone" part. It is one thing to live together as a couple, and another to live in the same house, with your parents, in different rooms and all... The dynamic just changes. I don't recommend it to anyone.
I don't quite remember how long they were here, what I know is that I was having a very hard time making things happen. During the summer we coolant build the virtual tour through a section of my campus because it was just being built, so now I had to work on all that. Besides I was taking very hard classes... I hated school, not only were the subjects awful, my classmates were ahead of me and I was taking all this classes with a bunch of guys that I didn't know... I was almost starting to regret going abroad... I was that worried.
Anyway, the time her parents were here we had a great time, we went all over the place and they got great pictures and stories to take back. By the end they liked my parents a lot, and that was really cool. Not because I cared that much, but because it meant so much to Abby that her dad was being so caring towards her. In the past they haven't had the greatest of relationships, and now they seemed to be bonding a lot. I was happy. Eventually we took them back to the airport, said our good byes, and agreed on meeting them in a month... Yes, we were going to Abby's sister wedding.
Abby decided to stay in my house. Of course, we all agreed.
I cannot really pinpoint huge events that would prove my point... But with time things were eroding in the relationship little by little. And it's not because of huge things, it's always in the little details. But eventually we came into that point in which we were arguing more than enjoying our time together, when going out we would always find ways to disagree and linger on them all through the evening... Our relationship was growing cold in every possible way little by little.
I don't think it was her fault or mine... It just happened. Living together was burning it down slowly. You just know things are not working out when you hit the one year together mark and she doesn't want to do anything about it... When you don't even get a hand written card... I mean, it was one year!. We celebrated our first six months a lot, we were happy then... And just in case you are wondering, yes, I did give her a card and wanted to go out with her and celebrate...
The semester was flowing terribly fast... I remember going back and fort to the immigration department so that Abby could stay for a full year... He he he, that was a funny yet terribly exasperating experience, we Mexicans have the worst bureaucracy. Classes, hers and mine, trying to leave the weekends early to travel and do stuff with her, leaving some time for my friends too... argh... Chris my German friend was around... Then Lisa, a beautiful German girl who liked hanging out with me but Abby hated, go figure... Later Chris told me something that she said and I wanted to kill my self... Anyway, I am faithful -sigh-. Whatever... It was just all happening all of a sudden and I didn't know which my spot was.
All of a sudden I was with Abby in my living room having a terrible discussion... We never fought or yelled or anything like that, I am talking about quiet intense discussions, give and take, who's wrong and who's right, anyway we loose. That kind of discussion. It sucked... We were about to be leaving to Abby's sister wedding in just a few days and things were going that bad... I remember her saying that maybe we shouldn't go... Whatever... I hated that, I really didn't know what was wrong, and couldn't really see a way to fix things... She was never very good in suggesting changes, and I felt like I was juggling a late project at job, I was failing in my classes, and worst of all I was seeing my relationship fade away... I felt terrible, like I wasn't being enough in any aspect of my life.
Anyway, not quite sure about our relationship, yet knowing that, at least at that stage, we wanted to make things work, a few days later we were on a plane to Sara's wedding...
--
I don't want it to sound like all of the semester was bad with her... but while I try to think of cool moments I see that I cannot trully find good ones... they happened, but before classes started... then it became a bit mild and luke warm all the way, that when things were good.
We were standing by a small fence on the upper level of a nice backyard. On the lower level, some steps down and about 10 meters away, was Abby talking to Lety and my mom. Lety owns that great house we were in and she invited us all for coffee and what not. Eventually the conversation happened and it went something like this:
dad: So... Abby is staying at your house then?.
me: Yes... So far she's been staying there... I don't
know for how long though.
dad: And how do YOU feel about that?, Do
you want her moving out?.
me: [this was a tricky question... But I just let out
what was in my heart].
I don't want to push her one way or the other, if
she wants to stay my house is hers.
It will be her choice at the end.
dad: but what about your relationship?.
[As an older man he knew what he was talking about...
Now I know].
me: well... I am afraid... Afraid that she will become
more like my sister and the magic between us will
be gone.
dad: yes... That's what I fear might happen...
but we will see... You are both smart kids.
And then the conversation became casual again... Talking about the nice view or whatever. When we had that talk her father seemed concerned about what the deal could do to our relationship, not about living together and sinning or stuff like that. I remember that because of that "I am afraid... Afraid that she will become more like my sister and the magic between us will be gone" part. It is one thing to live together as a couple, and another to live in the same house, with your parents, in different rooms and all... The dynamic just changes. I don't recommend it to anyone.
I don't quite remember how long they were here, what I know is that I was having a very hard time making things happen. During the summer we coolant build the virtual tour through a section of my campus because it was just being built, so now I had to work on all that. Besides I was taking very hard classes... I hated school, not only were the subjects awful, my classmates were ahead of me and I was taking all this classes with a bunch of guys that I didn't know... I was almost starting to regret going abroad... I was that worried.
Anyway, the time her parents were here we had a great time, we went all over the place and they got great pictures and stories to take back. By the end they liked my parents a lot, and that was really cool. Not because I cared that much, but because it meant so much to Abby that her dad was being so caring towards her. In the past they haven't had the greatest of relationships, and now they seemed to be bonding a lot. I was happy. Eventually we took them back to the airport, said our good byes, and agreed on meeting them in a month... Yes, we were going to Abby's sister wedding.
Abby decided to stay in my house. Of course, we all agreed.
I cannot really pinpoint huge events that would prove my point... But with time things were eroding in the relationship little by little. And it's not because of huge things, it's always in the little details. But eventually we came into that point in which we were arguing more than enjoying our time together, when going out we would always find ways to disagree and linger on them all through the evening... Our relationship was growing cold in every possible way little by little.
I don't think it was her fault or mine... It just happened. Living together was burning it down slowly. You just know things are not working out when you hit the one year together mark and she doesn't want to do anything about it... When you don't even get a hand written card... I mean, it was one year!. We celebrated our first six months a lot, we were happy then... And just in case you are wondering, yes, I did give her a card and wanted to go out with her and celebrate...
The semester was flowing terribly fast... I remember going back and fort to the immigration department so that Abby could stay for a full year... He he he, that was a funny yet terribly exasperating experience, we Mexicans have the worst bureaucracy. Classes, hers and mine, trying to leave the weekends early to travel and do stuff with her, leaving some time for my friends too... argh... Chris my German friend was around... Then Lisa, a beautiful German girl who liked hanging out with me but Abby hated, go figure... Later Chris told me something that she said and I wanted to kill my self... Anyway, I am faithful -sigh-. Whatever... It was just all happening all of a sudden and I didn't know which my spot was.
All of a sudden I was with Abby in my living room having a terrible discussion... We never fought or yelled or anything like that, I am talking about quiet intense discussions, give and take, who's wrong and who's right, anyway we loose. That kind of discussion. It sucked... We were about to be leaving to Abby's sister wedding in just a few days and things were going that bad... I remember her saying that maybe we shouldn't go... Whatever... I hated that, I really didn't know what was wrong, and couldn't really see a way to fix things... She was never very good in suggesting changes, and I felt like I was juggling a late project at job, I was failing in my classes, and worst of all I was seeing my relationship fade away... I felt terrible, like I wasn't being enough in any aspect of my life.
Anyway, not quite sure about our relationship, yet knowing that, at least at that stage, we wanted to make things work, a few days later we were on a plane to Sara's wedding...
--
I don't want it to sound like all of the semester was bad with her... but while I try to think of cool moments I see that I cannot trully find good ones... they happened, but before classes started... then it became a bit mild and luke warm all the way, that when things were good.
Back in the summer of 2002... No more
You are right Mishka, I should write more about all that... At least give it some closure. Being that I feel lazy right now, and that I just don't feel like working at the moment, this is a great time to talk about that one terrible fall term... It sucked in so many ways.
Anyway... It's not summer anymore... So on to The fall off 2002.
Anyway... It's not summer anymore... So on to The fall off 2002.
There is nothing worst
than opening your business email and finding out there are tons of unread emails for you to check and respond... Most of them about business related stuff... Boring.
I feel so freaking tired... I haven't had that let's fall dead evening yet, hopefully today will be the magical day.
Yesterday Hector, Enrique and I went to have some coffee at La Paloma. It was indeed a great talk, and even more if you take into consideration that the last time Enrique and I talked it really didn't quite worked. I guess I was in a foul mood, not feeling like humoring anybody, and when he started giving me depressed crap again I just threw it all at him, with some quite good statements I believe, but of course he didn't take it well. Still, as good friends as we are, I knew that things would work out.
Us guys are like that, we can get upset at each other for whatever reason and in just a couple of days, tops, it will all be fine. We are quite blunt when it comes to that... Unlike girls who stay mad at each other forever and who will, as well, be hypocrite about that relationship just talking on the bitch's back. I know I am being too general and prejudicial, but it does seem to be the rule.
On the other hand, I am starting to think about a Masters in Story Telling, I didn't know that existed!.
I feel so freaking tired... I haven't had that let's fall dead evening yet, hopefully today will be the magical day.
Yesterday Hector, Enrique and I went to have some coffee at La Paloma. It was indeed a great talk, and even more if you take into consideration that the last time Enrique and I talked it really didn't quite worked. I guess I was in a foul mood, not feeling like humoring anybody, and when he started giving me depressed crap again I just threw it all at him, with some quite good statements I believe, but of course he didn't take it well. Still, as good friends as we are, I knew that things would work out.
Us guys are like that, we can get upset at each other for whatever reason and in just a couple of days, tops, it will all be fine. We are quite blunt when it comes to that... Unlike girls who stay mad at each other forever and who will, as well, be hypocrite about that relationship just talking on the bitch's back. I know I am being too general and prejudicial, but it does seem to be the rule.
On the other hand, I am starting to think about a Masters in Story Telling, I didn't know that existed!.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Tired and sleepy
Yesterday evening I was up for just falling asleep, that was my perfect plan for the rest of the day. Unfortunately I got hooked on the TV and instead of sleeping I wasted my time watching like 4 hours of television. It was ok though, I hardly ever do that, and I saw a couple of series that I hadn't seen and made me laugh a lot (2 and a half men being one of them, I swear, that Charlie has the greatest theories regarding women).
Anyway, they showed the exorcist later, so I watched it. I kept hearing stuff about this movie all the time, how great and scary it was, so curiosity got the best of me. Be forewarned if you have never seen it, it is indeed great... But what matters the most is that it is indeed scary. Not the jump off your seat kind of scary, it's more like a mess up your mind kind of scary.
So I didn't get the sleep I planned... And I feel terribly tired today. That sucks.
With Daniel over here we all had a great time, but that included giving our bodies a hard time, so one of this days I must just sleep for a full set of 12 hours at least... I bet then it will be all good.
How did that night with wine ended by the way?. Great... Time really flew, before we knew it was well past 1am, we had as usual great laughs and talks. Mostly about travel and stories... I so want to see more of the world. Eventually yesterday we drove Daniel to the airport, had a drink with him and toasted... With a sigh we let him go, and with a sigh he left. Off to go on with our lives. It was good having him around.
** Cheers
Anyway, they showed the exorcist later, so I watched it. I kept hearing stuff about this movie all the time, how great and scary it was, so curiosity got the best of me. Be forewarned if you have never seen it, it is indeed great... But what matters the most is that it is indeed scary. Not the jump off your seat kind of scary, it's more like a mess up your mind kind of scary.
So I didn't get the sleep I planned... And I feel terribly tired today. That sucks.
With Daniel over here we all had a great time, but that included giving our bodies a hard time, so one of this days I must just sleep for a full set of 12 hours at least... I bet then it will be all good.
How did that night with wine ended by the way?. Great... Time really flew, before we knew it was well past 1am, we had as usual great laughs and talks. Mostly about travel and stories... I so want to see more of the world. Eventually yesterday we drove Daniel to the airport, had a drink with him and toasted... With a sigh we let him go, and with a sigh he left. Off to go on with our lives. It was good having him around.
** Cheers
Sunday, October 17, 2004
About to be over
This weekend is about to be over, just a few more hours and it will be gone for good... Just like every second is going as I type on this thing, going to die wherever it is that time goes to die. And it has been a great weekend, not only did I spent a lot of good time with Daniel, but I had great quality time with Rosario, Sergio and even some guys from my generation in college that I hardly ever see.
I should feel more tired than I do... But I don't, and I feel happy. I am waiting for Daniel, Allan and Sergio to come over... And together we will bid this weekend farewell, cheering with some wine, and been happy about times like this that make the whole hassle of life worth it.
I should feel more tired than I do... But I don't, and I feel happy. I am waiting for Daniel, Allan and Sergio to come over... And together we will bid this weekend farewell, cheering with some wine, and been happy about times like this that make the whole hassle of life worth it.
Good job guys
The guys who organized the 6th International Computer Systems Congress did a great job, I only missed one conference, and I loved each and every one of the talks. People comes here to show us what we will be seeing happening in the future, all the projects that they have, and all the interesting fields that are out there for us to explore. It´s not only about geeks trying to program databases, it´s about shaping the reality, about becoming technical artists, working on 3D feature films and video games, about being passionate in life and wanting more than a mere secure cubicle job doing whatever to make a decent living.
This events are organized entirely by students, and although there are always problems here and there, they end up being great events. I truly am happy for them. Besides, I like the fact that they focused again on the artistic side of the craft, and about all the passionate stuff out there about technology, that's what we did when we organized the 3rd congress and it worked quite well... Business software and stuff like that is just boring.
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After the congress was over and talking to some of the key speakers, I gave Daniel a ride to his house so that he could meet his parents and have time with his family. Back at home I got an invitation to have some coffee with Memo and then to a party from one of my college mates, a bunch of guys with whom I haven't talk where going to be there, etc. I felt like staying in and sleeping was the wisest idea, but as well the most boring... And you can always have time to rest later on... he he he.
The coffee talk was interesting, having conversations with Pollo and Memo is hard sometimes, for some reason they always end up becoming discussions and even then, although they may understand your point, if you say a word in the wrong place they will stop the pace of the discussion just so that is it clear to you that you miss used a word... I know that's a dynamic they enjoy, and once you get into that wave length it can be fun for a while... It's still weird.
Then at Pepillo's bday party I had a pretty good drunken time. At first when we arrived there where only 4 or 5 guys in there, slowly people showed up, at the end we were about 12. We were moved around the bar like 3 times to keep feeding our space needs. The one spot we got at the end was good.
Anyway, this is when for some messed up reason I decided that drinking beer with Pollo in a challenging way was a good idea, I seem to forgot about what happened the last time I did that. I had fun, I have to say that... But I think I drank a bit too much. [And this comes from someone who had a night of adventure due to tucker death mix, he he he].
My classmate from Japanese was there, a nice young attractive girl, I just wish I didn't act to stupid when I talked to her... he he he. My brother claims that when I walked towards the bathroom I acted very ungentlemanish towards a girl who crossed my way... That was a bummer, why couldn't I just laugh at me?, Why did I feel so bad about not being nice?... NOT BEING NICE SHOULD BE OK AT LEAST ONCE A YEAR!!!... I blame my parents, they did some messed up job with me and my brother... We cannot even go to the dark side in video games, really... We cannot.
Still... For all that,
Cheers!!!
This events are organized entirely by students, and although there are always problems here and there, they end up being great events. I truly am happy for them. Besides, I like the fact that they focused again on the artistic side of the craft, and about all the passionate stuff out there about technology, that's what we did when we organized the 3rd congress and it worked quite well... Business software and stuff like that is just boring.
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After the congress was over and talking to some of the key speakers, I gave Daniel a ride to his house so that he could meet his parents and have time with his family. Back at home I got an invitation to have some coffee with Memo and then to a party from one of my college mates, a bunch of guys with whom I haven't talk where going to be there, etc. I felt like staying in and sleeping was the wisest idea, but as well the most boring... And you can always have time to rest later on... he he he.
The coffee talk was interesting, having conversations with Pollo and Memo is hard sometimes, for some reason they always end up becoming discussions and even then, although they may understand your point, if you say a word in the wrong place they will stop the pace of the discussion just so that is it clear to you that you miss used a word... I know that's a dynamic they enjoy, and once you get into that wave length it can be fun for a while... It's still weird.
Then at Pepillo's bday party I had a pretty good drunken time. At first when we arrived there where only 4 or 5 guys in there, slowly people showed up, at the end we were about 12. We were moved around the bar like 3 times to keep feeding our space needs. The one spot we got at the end was good.
Anyway, this is when for some messed up reason I decided that drinking beer with Pollo in a challenging way was a good idea, I seem to forgot about what happened the last time I did that. I had fun, I have to say that... But I think I drank a bit too much. [And this comes from someone who had a night of adventure due to tucker death mix, he he he].
My classmate from Japanese was there, a nice young attractive girl, I just wish I didn't act to stupid when I talked to her... he he he. My brother claims that when I walked towards the bathroom I acted very ungentlemanish towards a girl who crossed my way... That was a bummer, why couldn't I just laugh at me?, Why did I feel so bad about not being nice?... NOT BEING NICE SHOULD BE OK AT LEAST ONCE A YEAR!!!... I blame my parents, they did some messed up job with me and my brother... We cannot even go to the dark side in video games, really... We cannot.
Still... For all that,
Cheers!!!
One of the best ways to tell
One of the best ways to tell if you are drunk is by being conscious of the fact that you are approaching someone pretending to walk steady, you start talking making your best effort to seem sober, thinking you are pulling it off, and by the end of the conversation you can swear no one notices... When you are actually doing all this and playing it this hard to seem sober, most likely, no matter what you do, you will seem obviously drunk to anyone around you.
By the way, two jars of beer [about 4 liters], is quite a lot.
I woke up feeling the worst hangover today... Well, not really the worst... But quite a messed up one. The first times you get this feeling you always say to your self I am never going to drink again, at this point I know better... Anyway, learning your limits for each kind of alcohol is always a great idea, and now I know that 4 liters can mess me up.
By the way, two jars of beer [about 4 liters], is quite a lot.
I woke up feeling the worst hangover today... Well, not really the worst... But quite a messed up one. The first times you get this feeling you always say to your self I am never going to drink again, at this point I know better... Anyway, learning your limits for each kind of alcohol is always a great idea, and now I know that 4 liters can mess me up.
Friday, October 15, 2004
Sketchers rule
Apparently wearing sketchers and white socks it the thing to do, at least when you are wearing a nice full black suit, with a cool silver-gray tie. I did it honestly because I am lazy, and didn´t want to carry around a pair of nice shoes, neither I wanted to wear them the whole day. Besides Erik and I gave that flash workshop wearing suits just for kicks, to be more respectable among the students, and to kill all the ladies that were attending... he he he... So it was just for fun either way.
Still, as I walked around several people noticed, they all smiled, even with a vibe of pride and a ¨that´s cool¨ look on their face. Erik told me that I was going to make him look bad because he was wearing formal shoes... I mean, that was what we both were supposed to be wearing!. Even a guy told me ¨of course it had to be you, all formal but without loosing your personalities... That looks cool¨... So I guess it´s formal, it will become my thing to do, which I like because it´s quite comfortable.
While I was worried that I was going to be scolded or yelled at, I was actually encouraged... I like the way life works... Sometimes.
Still, as I walked around several people noticed, they all smiled, even with a vibe of pride and a ¨that´s cool¨ look on their face. Erik told me that I was going to make him look bad because he was wearing formal shoes... I mean, that was what we both were supposed to be wearing!. Even a guy told me ¨of course it had to be you, all formal but without loosing your personalities... That looks cool¨... So I guess it´s formal, it will become my thing to do, which I like because it´s quite comfortable.
While I was worried that I was going to be scolded or yelled at, I was actually encouraged... I like the way life works... Sometimes.
You just know
You know you had a good time when it's 6:30 in the morning and you are still with your friends with no real reason to stop being there, but to get back home to give your brother the car. Really, if my brother didn't have an early class I would have stayed longer in there, and, at the end, Victor decided to skip that early class. But it was great either way.
We went from having a nice dinner, to going to a bar, to going to a club, to start going to places and having those you shouldn't blog about conversations. Time flew, great time.
Soon I will write a detailed account of what happened, how I lost my debit card, all around the places we drove, and those girls with whom we shared some drinks... And Magic!, one of our crowd showed up to be a great magician, for real... I think he sold his soul to some Devil, there were tricks I just couldn't get... All of them actually.
For now this is pretty much a note for my self, to remind me of those bits I want to keep in mind.
** Cheers.
We went from having a nice dinner, to going to a bar, to going to a club, to start going to places and having those you shouldn't blog about conversations. Time flew, great time.
Soon I will write a detailed account of what happened, how I lost my debit card, all around the places we drove, and those girls with whom we shared some drinks... And Magic!, one of our crowd showed up to be a great magician, for real... I think he sold his soul to some Devil, there were tricks I just couldn't get... All of them actually.
For now this is pretty much a note for my self, to remind me of those bits I want to keep in mind.
** Cheers.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
It's going fine
The Congress is going great, so far the two conferences have been quite good. Daniel did great on his, about games and all, and the other guy talked a great deal about hacking. It was hilarious, he wanted to mess up the campus network, yet the guys who organized the congress begged him not to do it, because then they would get in trouble.
Right now I am about to begin a progamming workshop for doing shaders in games and techie stuff like that... I wonder if I'll be able to follow the pace, if I do then: go me!!... he he he.
Anyway... back to whatever I am supposed to be doing.
Right now I am about to begin a progamming workshop for doing shaders in games and techie stuff like that... I wonder if I'll be able to follow the pace, if I do then: go me!!... he he he.
Anyway... back to whatever I am supposed to be doing.
Campae!
Yesterday we picked Daniel up!, yay!. There is a very nice feeling when you meet someone you care about, after you haven't seen them in months. Of course we did a bunch of things, including having a decent Mexican meal, some beer and good talks.
I will be a bit busy this couple of days, so my posting may not be as regular....
But soon I will catch up, maybe write during the nights and just copy paste in the mornings, anything, I am excited!.
I will be a bit busy this couple of days, so my posting may not be as regular....
But soon I will catch up, maybe write during the nights and just copy paste in the mornings, anything, I am excited!.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Back in the summer of 2002 (3)
I approached the box kind of knowing what would I find in there, but it couldn't be... Could it?.
After some paper tearing and cardbox folding, I had her jumping at me with the cutest smile, inside that box was Abby, here, on my birthday.
You would think that I jumped into her arms and we hugged during some of those minutes that taste like forever but happen during a few seconds. You would think that we smiled to each other and kissed, the nicest kiss ever. But no, I did just whatever any regular guy could do in that situation... I ran the other way around, like 5 meters away from her... I was in shock, my heart was pumping, and I couldn't really believe what was going on.
I guess I transmitted some of my puzzled mind to Abby, since she just frowned from her place (5 meters away from me), and gave me that -what is going on honey?- look that she gave sometimes. This happened in an open area, but it is surrounded by some halls in the upper level... I turned up sensing that there was people standing there, and I saw my mother with the camera ready, another friend, and quite several other people... WHAT?!?!...
... My family was here looking at my face, as my girlfriend was trying to get out of a huge box, and I was thinking -hey!, how come she knows me parents already?... I was supposed to introduce her to them... Like in TWO freaking days -. This all happened during seconds, and when I realized I was thinking a bit too much, I just shut my brain off and decided to go and hug her... That felt nice.
They were all into this, my brother, some neighbors... Everybody knew but me, and they did a great job in keeping it a secret, which actually surprises me. The day before, the day I was left in the house by my self just watching TV and with no food, my parents and Victor went to pick her up, took her out for dinner and all that. During all this I was pissed off in my house because there was no food around, and they had left no car keys that I could use to go buy anything. Abby spent the night in our neighbor's house... so close!!... He he he... That was a nice surprise, and quite a cool birthday present if you ask me.
I don't really remember how I spent the rest of the day... It's possible that I had people over, and probably that was some sort of welcome party to Abby... I honestly don't remember... all that mattered is that she was here... The wait was finally over, and I remember walking holding her hand and talking about whatever... Just smiling. Mostly likely I took the day off from work too...
[Note: Here in Mexico families are quite old fashioned about relationships, family and all that... It's normal that young people live with their parents till they get married, and in a lot of houses the idea of having your girlfriend visiting your room is close to the idea of being condemned for an eternity of hell and damnation... Although my parents seem very cool a lot of the times, I was amazed by the way they reacted to Abby being here... Needless to say, Abby got to stay in my house].
It was nice having her around... Of course she had her own room... My parents were not that open minded, but still we could be together till quite late and kiss good night. Back in Macomb we really did lived together for quite a while, which made the summer harder to bear and the living together but not really arrangement a little awkward. That arrangement though was only temporary, until we found her a nice place to live and all... We were not going to kick her out of the house, but the idea of she living apart sounded good for all of the parts. Even for me.
That summer went by terribly fast, we visited all this places, went to the zoo, parks, downtown, just about everywhere you can go in my city. I had a great time with her... Then eventually Chris my German friend, who I did meet in Macomb too, came over to my city as well, so I had two international guys to guide around, I just love that... Meeting people from all sorts of places, showing them around. Good times.
Eventually school started, I was going to have a very bad semester although I didn't know it at the time. The year I spent in Macomb I took all the easy classes and electives while I was there, so that I could have more free time to have fun... But that meant that I had all this terribly hard courses to take, courses that were supposed to be taken in a two hard classes per semester basis, yet I was going to have them all in one. That wasn't the only problem really... After a month of she being here it was obvious something was going on with Abby, when I look back now I know that feeling was there even since I opened that gift box. Much later she told me what it was... At the moment though I was too busy putting my life together, balancing school, my job, and my international girlfriend that needed a bit more attention than regular girls... (at least until she started making her own friends and knew to move her self around the city).
Time happened terribly fast, it wasn't summer anymore all of a sudden, and before I knew it Abby's parents where coming over to visit. They wanted to meet my family, my city, and check on their girl... That was odd, a parents meet the parents thing felt a bit too formal... As well Abby was still living in my house and I know that was something that her parents where uneasy about...
Still, they came over... It was interesting. Parents meeting the parents... although my parents knew hardly any english, and neither did hers knew spanish... as well, I remember the talk I had with Abby's father, a deep talk in which topics such as she living in my house were discussed..
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sniff... back to work!!...
** cheers!
After some paper tearing and cardbox folding, I had her jumping at me with the cutest smile, inside that box was Abby, here, on my birthday.
You would think that I jumped into her arms and we hugged during some of those minutes that taste like forever but happen during a few seconds. You would think that we smiled to each other and kissed, the nicest kiss ever. But no, I did just whatever any regular guy could do in that situation... I ran the other way around, like 5 meters away from her... I was in shock, my heart was pumping, and I couldn't really believe what was going on.
I guess I transmitted some of my puzzled mind to Abby, since she just frowned from her place (5 meters away from me), and gave me that -what is going on honey?- look that she gave sometimes. This happened in an open area, but it is surrounded by some halls in the upper level... I turned up sensing that there was people standing there, and I saw my mother with the camera ready, another friend, and quite several other people... WHAT?!?!...
... My family was here looking at my face, as my girlfriend was trying to get out of a huge box, and I was thinking -hey!, how come she knows me parents already?... I was supposed to introduce her to them... Like in TWO freaking days -. This all happened during seconds, and when I realized I was thinking a bit too much, I just shut my brain off and decided to go and hug her... That felt nice.
They were all into this, my brother, some neighbors... Everybody knew but me, and they did a great job in keeping it a secret, which actually surprises me. The day before, the day I was left in the house by my self just watching TV and with no food, my parents and Victor went to pick her up, took her out for dinner and all that. During all this I was pissed off in my house because there was no food around, and they had left no car keys that I could use to go buy anything. Abby spent the night in our neighbor's house... so close!!... He he he... That was a nice surprise, and quite a cool birthday present if you ask me.
I don't really remember how I spent the rest of the day... It's possible that I had people over, and probably that was some sort of welcome party to Abby... I honestly don't remember... all that mattered is that she was here... The wait was finally over, and I remember walking holding her hand and talking about whatever... Just smiling. Mostly likely I took the day off from work too...
[Note: Here in Mexico families are quite old fashioned about relationships, family and all that... It's normal that young people live with their parents till they get married, and in a lot of houses the idea of having your girlfriend visiting your room is close to the idea of being condemned for an eternity of hell and damnation... Although my parents seem very cool a lot of the times, I was amazed by the way they reacted to Abby being here... Needless to say, Abby got to stay in my house].
It was nice having her around... Of course she had her own room... My parents were not that open minded, but still we could be together till quite late and kiss good night. Back in Macomb we really did lived together for quite a while, which made the summer harder to bear and the living together but not really arrangement a little awkward. That arrangement though was only temporary, until we found her a nice place to live and all... We were not going to kick her out of the house, but the idea of she living apart sounded good for all of the parts. Even for me.
That summer went by terribly fast, we visited all this places, went to the zoo, parks, downtown, just about everywhere you can go in my city. I had a great time with her... Then eventually Chris my German friend, who I did meet in Macomb too, came over to my city as well, so I had two international guys to guide around, I just love that... Meeting people from all sorts of places, showing them around. Good times.
Eventually school started, I was going to have a very bad semester although I didn't know it at the time. The year I spent in Macomb I took all the easy classes and electives while I was there, so that I could have more free time to have fun... But that meant that I had all this terribly hard courses to take, courses that were supposed to be taken in a two hard classes per semester basis, yet I was going to have them all in one. That wasn't the only problem really... After a month of she being here it was obvious something was going on with Abby, when I look back now I know that feeling was there even since I opened that gift box. Much later she told me what it was... At the moment though I was too busy putting my life together, balancing school, my job, and my international girlfriend that needed a bit more attention than regular girls... (at least until she started making her own friends and knew to move her self around the city).
Time happened terribly fast, it wasn't summer anymore all of a sudden, and before I knew it Abby's parents where coming over to visit. They wanted to meet my family, my city, and check on their girl... That was odd, a parents meet the parents thing felt a bit too formal... As well Abby was still living in my house and I know that was something that her parents where uneasy about...
Still, they came over... It was interesting. Parents meeting the parents... although my parents knew hardly any english, and neither did hers knew spanish... as well, I remember the talk I had with Abby's father, a deep talk in which topics such as she living in my house were discussed..
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sniff... back to work!!...
** cheers!
Zzzzzzzz
My stomach hurts and I feel laaaaazy... I've procrastinated the best part of the day so far... And I think I got a decent amount of sleeping time last night... I just want to fall asleep for the rest of the evening... Won't really happen though, Daniel is on his way and we will pick him up at the airport and all that... I hope the talks and drinks will wake me up.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Neverwhere.... Sigh...
Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman is a delightful experience, a book that [in order to enjoy it] forces you to think laterally and to rid your self of whatever you believe is normal. The characters are wonderfully portrayed, even the secondary ones feel extremely deep and real. It is one of those books that left me with a sense of despair as I turned the last page, finding my self facing the acknowledgments stated by the author, and being struck by reality again. The one sad thing about reading the book is knowing that those characters and places aren't for real... [or are they?].
I am tempted to talk about the way it ends, or to discuss ideas, even some quotes... But that would be a spoiler, and I hate spoilers. If you are anything like my self, even knowing a little will screw your reading real bad. I know a couple of guys who have read it, and with them it will be discussed.
I must say though that Gaiman is a master in bringing fantasy to our own reality, and talking about it in such a casual way that it becomes real. Although the stories are somewhat different, you can smell his tracks since Sandman, and the world he proposes in his writings. A world of magic around the corner, and where Dragons not only exists, but can be kept as nice pets with names such as Goldie.
I am tempted to talk about the way it ends, or to discuss ideas, even some quotes... But that would be a spoiler, and I hate spoilers. If you are anything like my self, even knowing a little will screw your reading real bad. I know a couple of guys who have read it, and with them it will be discussed.
I must say though that Gaiman is a master in bringing fantasy to our own reality, and talking about it in such a casual way that it becomes real. Although the stories are somewhat different, you can smell his tracks since Sandman, and the world he proposes in his writings. A world of magic around the corner, and where Dragons not only exists, but can be kept as nice pets with names such as Goldie.
Daniel is on his way
Daniel, the guy that I visited in Canada, is on his way to Guadalajara!!... Yay!!... He will be giving a speech and hopefully a workshop in a Congress, about video games of course, and thus he will be considered sort of a celebrity for a lot of the guys here, guys who will probably be all over him a lot of the time, with fair questions and enthusiasm if I am correct. So who knows if we will get to have the good talks that we tend to have.
I bet we will, at least a couple... So, quoting tmax I must say good times are ahead.
I bet we will, at least a couple... So, quoting tmax I must say good times are ahead.
Back in the summer of 2002 (2)
The summer before I went to the US we worked terribly hard putting together a promotional CD for my university. It had virtual visits from all the bits in the campus, tons of video, a lot of design here and there. It was quite a task, and took the best of my time during that summer. Although I learnt a lot, specially about video production, and I remember having the time of my life while we produced it.
After a year of that production, stuff had happened on my campus, buildings were built, more majors were offered, and thus the CD needed some updates. Daniel and I programmed and did most of the thing, and we weren't very nice in documenting the stuff, so anyone trying to tweak it would have a hard time understanding all of our messed up logic and disorganization. Daniel had gone to Canada to study his Masters, and that left only me to help them out. Which meant that I had a good job waiting for me when I came back, yay!!!... He he he.
Thanks to that project I got to do great multimedia stuff all through the summer, which kept me busy, and as well I got the chance to meet Erik, a guy who has come to become one of my closest friends. Erik, Julio and I did a lot of stuff during that summer. I remember Julio and the way he was hooked up with this girl [who happened to be a hideous bitch later on, but we didn't know that at the moment]... Sigh... That was a good summer.
Before my departure the CITE consisted of only 3 people, Daniel, Rosario and me. We would be the ones doing design, 3D Stuff, Flash and all that for all the campus. Actually at that time the guys in the university really didn't see why would they care about multimedia, and the promotional CD was something that we started out of our guts. It started looking great and growing fast, so before we knew all of the departments where chipping in and wanted a slice of it. That was fun, but still, the production area consisted of a crowded little room in which only Daniel and I fitted with our computers and stuff (and we did have a lot of stuff). At the time I came back though, there were about 7 guys working on multimedia stuff, and they had moved the office.
That again sucked... I mean, not only did they changed my house, but my office as well. That wasn't really my job, it had become my life. It was the coolest area to be working on the university, they paid me to have fun, and every bit of time I had free I was working. [All this while most of my class mates were playing Age of Empires of whatever other game in some lab]... I missed Daniel, and the old ways to be honest. But with time I started to like the new people a lot and to win a place among them... So that was good.
With Abby I chatted and emailed, even tried to call a couple of times to see how she was doing. It was odd to me that she hardly ever replied my mails, but she kept saying that she was terribly busy working and all. Which I knew was true, so although it saddened me a little, it just didn't bother me that much.
[A bit later I came to realize that was one sucky symptom of something not right going on...]
And thus the summer flowed, July came and with it my birthday (22nd), I am not a birthday person and don't care much about celebrating that day. I was more excited about Abby's arrival, she was supposed to get here on the 24th, and it was 22nd already!. I was upset that she didn't make it for my birthday you know... Why couldn't she fly two days earlier?. Of course her boss was to blame.
I didn't have anything planned for that day, as usual, and so we were just having a regular day in the office when one of the guys suggested we should go out and get some coffee. That you don't have to ask me twice, so we all flew like a flock of caffeine starving crows to our dearest Mondo stand. (Something close to StarBucks). We got the coffee, good times.
When we came back to the office I felt a weird vibe in the air... Something was going on, although I really didn't know what. I even felt like the guys where hiding something from me... I don't like that.
And then... I saw it. Standing in the open area in front of our door was a huge human sized gift box. Just there, all alone, in a huge white open area... Everybody was quiet... And it was my birthday.
I get nervous when stuff like that happens, I could feel my heart about to jump out of my chest. I can talk in public, sing, and play music, teach, anything... But when all of a sudden the attention is all focused on me, and I have a weird sense of expectation and I DON'T control the situation, well, I just don't do well.
Of course I approached the box... I was left alone at this time. Everybody knew what was in there, and they just stayed behind. The box was all wrapped with a cool Garfield paper, and had a nice white ribbon on top. It was time to open it.
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more coming soon!.
ps. Thanks Mishka for bringing back to my mind the fact that I wanted to write about all that... damn... to remember is to live all over again, I swear. Good times.
After a year of that production, stuff had happened on my campus, buildings were built, more majors were offered, and thus the CD needed some updates. Daniel and I programmed and did most of the thing, and we weren't very nice in documenting the stuff, so anyone trying to tweak it would have a hard time understanding all of our messed up logic and disorganization. Daniel had gone to Canada to study his Masters, and that left only me to help them out. Which meant that I had a good job waiting for me when I came back, yay!!!... He he he.
Thanks to that project I got to do great multimedia stuff all through the summer, which kept me busy, and as well I got the chance to meet Erik, a guy who has come to become one of my closest friends. Erik, Julio and I did a lot of stuff during that summer. I remember Julio and the way he was hooked up with this girl [who happened to be a hideous bitch later on, but we didn't know that at the moment]... Sigh... That was a good summer.
Before my departure the CITE consisted of only 3 people, Daniel, Rosario and me. We would be the ones doing design, 3D Stuff, Flash and all that for all the campus. Actually at that time the guys in the university really didn't see why would they care about multimedia, and the promotional CD was something that we started out of our guts. It started looking great and growing fast, so before we knew all of the departments where chipping in and wanted a slice of it. That was fun, but still, the production area consisted of a crowded little room in which only Daniel and I fitted with our computers and stuff (and we did have a lot of stuff). At the time I came back though, there were about 7 guys working on multimedia stuff, and they had moved the office.
That again sucked... I mean, not only did they changed my house, but my office as well. That wasn't really my job, it had become my life. It was the coolest area to be working on the university, they paid me to have fun, and every bit of time I had free I was working. [All this while most of my class mates were playing Age of Empires of whatever other game in some lab]... I missed Daniel, and the old ways to be honest. But with time I started to like the new people a lot and to win a place among them... So that was good.
With Abby I chatted and emailed, even tried to call a couple of times to see how she was doing. It was odd to me that she hardly ever replied my mails, but she kept saying that she was terribly busy working and all. Which I knew was true, so although it saddened me a little, it just didn't bother me that much.
[A bit later I came to realize that was one sucky symptom of something not right going on...]
And thus the summer flowed, July came and with it my birthday (22nd), I am not a birthday person and don't care much about celebrating that day. I was more excited about Abby's arrival, she was supposed to get here on the 24th, and it was 22nd already!. I was upset that she didn't make it for my birthday you know... Why couldn't she fly two days earlier?. Of course her boss was to blame.
I didn't have anything planned for that day, as usual, and so we were just having a regular day in the office when one of the guys suggested we should go out and get some coffee. That you don't have to ask me twice, so we all flew like a flock of caffeine starving crows to our dearest Mondo stand. (Something close to StarBucks). We got the coffee, good times.
When we came back to the office I felt a weird vibe in the air... Something was going on, although I really didn't know what. I even felt like the guys where hiding something from me... I don't like that.
And then... I saw it. Standing in the open area in front of our door was a huge human sized gift box. Just there, all alone, in a huge white open area... Everybody was quiet... And it was my birthday.
I get nervous when stuff like that happens, I could feel my heart about to jump out of my chest. I can talk in public, sing, and play music, teach, anything... But when all of a sudden the attention is all focused on me, and I have a weird sense of expectation and I DON'T control the situation, well, I just don't do well.
Of course I approached the box... I was left alone at this time. Everybody knew what was in there, and they just stayed behind. The box was all wrapped with a cool Garfield paper, and had a nice white ribbon on top. It was time to open it.
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more coming soon!.
ps. Thanks Mishka for bringing back to my mind the fact that I wanted to write about all that... damn... to remember is to live all over again, I swear. Good times.
What does it look like?
Yesterday I spent quite some time trying to make this new template look decent in both explorer and Mozilla... Mozilla I like, explorer... Well, way too many people still use it, so you have to care for those. Right?.
Anyway, all happy that I am with the way it turned out, I arrived to the office and wanted to show it around. Great, it DOESN'T work on my friend's Mac. Now, here we have an issue, I don't have a Mac at home to be testing... So, how do you see it?. Is the background working fine?, is it centered?
Damn... I just wanted to give it some life, more personality. The blogger templates are nice, but everybody uses them, and if you read that case-study you do realize that the designers went for cool yet apersonal designs, so that somehow they didn't have personality and everybody could use them... But not quite relate. Whatever, I had the time and the will... Although I am afraid it may not work as nicely as I wanted
Anyway, all happy that I am with the way it turned out, I arrived to the office and wanted to show it around. Great, it DOESN'T work on my friend's Mac. Now, here we have an issue, I don't have a Mac at home to be testing... So, how do you see it?. Is the background working fine?, is it centered?
Damn... I just wanted to give it some life, more personality. The blogger templates are nice, but everybody uses them, and if you read that case-study you do realize that the designers went for cool yet apersonal designs, so that somehow they didn't have personality and everybody could use them... But not quite relate. Whatever, I had the time and the will... Although I am afraid it may not work as nicely as I wanted
Monday, October 11, 2004
Back in the summer of 2002
When I came back from Macomb several things happened, most of them good. It was shocking to get back home to a new house. My family moved while I was abroad and even as I knew they already lived somewhere else, whenever I thought about home or my room, I had the image of the old house. I mean, when I got here I was told which my room was, and I didn't even know where the spoons and forks where in the kitchen.
That was odd, and that helped to reinforce the backwards home sickness that I got. I missed my home, which by that time consisted of only one little room, but still I room I had made mine during the previous year, and that for some reason felt more like me than any other room I have had before. It was pretty clean most of the times, had all sorts of posters in the walls, a mini fridge, I mean, whatever... The house in which my parents lived didn't feel like home at all.
The messed up sensation started when I had to clean my room back in Macomb, and leave it as I found it. I lived single in a room that was meant for two people, so I placed both beds together. I moved the furniture around, change the lights, and just tweaked it a lot until it felt like my little cave. I should post a picture sometime. Anyway, it felt terribly awkward when I closed the door that last time, and gave the key away.
By that time my relationship with Abby was doing quite good, and I spent some days in her mom's house before coming back to Mexico. She kept looking for jobs and stuff, so a lot of the time I was in her basement doing a webpage for her mom. That kept me busy, and won me some brownie points. As well, I knew that I was going to meet Abby in Mexico, since she arranged to come over as an exchange student, so although we were going to be away for about two months, it didn't feel like that much and I was excited about having her here, and being now the host showing her around my country. Little did I know.
... more coming soon.
That was odd, and that helped to reinforce the backwards home sickness that I got. I missed my home, which by that time consisted of only one little room, but still I room I had made mine during the previous year, and that for some reason felt more like me than any other room I have had before. It was pretty clean most of the times, had all sorts of posters in the walls, a mini fridge, I mean, whatever... The house in which my parents lived didn't feel like home at all.
The messed up sensation started when I had to clean my room back in Macomb, and leave it as I found it. I lived single in a room that was meant for two people, so I placed both beds together. I moved the furniture around, change the lights, and just tweaked it a lot until it felt like my little cave. I should post a picture sometime. Anyway, it felt terribly awkward when I closed the door that last time, and gave the key away.
By that time my relationship with Abby was doing quite good, and I spent some days in her mom's house before coming back to Mexico. She kept looking for jobs and stuff, so a lot of the time I was in her basement doing a webpage for her mom. That kept me busy, and won me some brownie points. As well, I knew that I was going to meet Abby in Mexico, since she arranged to come over as an exchange student, so although we were going to be away for about two months, it didn't feel like that much and I was excited about having her here, and being now the host showing her around my country. Little did I know.
... more coming soon.
I saw it coming
I must say I saw this coming, while watching the debate it was obvious how this guy sometimes took a bit too long to answer, as if he didn't really know what to say, or as if he was waiting to be told what to say. I did suspect he could have been wired, since he cannot really come up with anything decent to say or do all by himself, but with glee I realize the rumor is being spread even on the New York Times.
Again, I just hope the media in the US is at least half as aggressive as the world wide media is being on this guy. Because I do get the feeling that the coverage over there is rather lame, interests are being taken care of, and thus US people don't really see all there is to Bush.
[note: I am posting those two links because the Guardian and the New York Times have some weight to their names, but if you browse around you will find tons of stuff related to this.]
Again, I just hope the media in the US is at least half as aggressive as the world wide media is being on this guy. Because I do get the feeling that the coverage over there is rather lame, interests are being taken care of, and thus US people don't really see all there is to Bush.
[note: I am posting those two links because the Guardian and the New York Times have some weight to their names, but if you browse around you will find tons of stuff related to this.]
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Wedding...
There is not much to say about the wedding perse. It was nice, I should mention that when I saw Tanya enter the church I did almost shed a tear, and that was weird... Yet she looked very touched, and she herself was struggling to not cry as she walked. So that was nice. The party was in the same place where her brother's wedding was celebrated a few months ago, with pretty much the same guests, same music group, etc... That I didn't like that much, since it felt a lot like a copy of that other wedding, and I am sure my memories will blur them both given the proper time. Still, they both seemed quite happy and that's all that matters, as far as I am concerned.
Being there I couldn't stop thinking about all the times that I have seen in US movies how male guests at a wedding are all happy because they can hook up with the girls since they all felt so moved and lonely because of the wedding. I did see a lot of pretty attractive girls at the wedding, but I couldn't care less about them to be honest. One of the girls who was there, could easily be placed into the top 5 of pretty girls I have actually seen live, of course she was with someone, but had she being alone I don't think I would have approached her anyway.
I was in a weird mood. I had the Neverwhere book all the time in my suit, and I just wanted to get lost somewhere and just read it. The couple of person's that I could have had a good time with managed to make me feel uncomfortable about being around them. Actually it was just my brother, Mariel is nice and quite fun. But he played the stupid role of someone who managed to make me feel like being there was actually disrupting their couple time. Since he had all the right to do that, as much as I didn't like the way he played it, I did my best to just walk out of there pretending not to care. Eventually I got to have a pretty good talk with Abraham, a guy with whom I hadn't talked in a loooong time, and the Teacher. The teacher is a very fun intelligent woman, she used to be my English teacher for some years, so even now I call her Teacher, and she likes that... he he he.
With Abraham I talked about philosophy, psychology and mythology, he he he... I bet whoever walked around and heard us must have thought we were the most boring guys ever, but it was actually an interesting talk. At some point it felt like a power talk, one of those in which you try and quote as many authors as you can to make your point, and make the other feel like the doesn't know his shit. Yet at the moment I realized this was going on I decided to step out and just listen, asking a couple of questions here and there. Those ego talks tend to bore me, and I didn't feel like playing that game.
The talk with the Teacher was interesting too, a bit about politics, Bush and all that. We are really afraid that the US people will vote for that guy... But oh well, there is nothing much we can do about it, so why worry?.
Anyway... Wedding aside... Why was I in a weird mood?. I wasn't particularly in a bad mood, I was just thinking a lot. Thinking tends to mess me up. I insist, I worry too much about a future that may not come... Yet I hate the idea of not doing what I can to arrive to a future in which I do want to live. Am I making any sense?.
Being there I couldn't stop thinking about all the times that I have seen in US movies how male guests at a wedding are all happy because they can hook up with the girls since they all felt so moved and lonely because of the wedding. I did see a lot of pretty attractive girls at the wedding, but I couldn't care less about them to be honest. One of the girls who was there, could easily be placed into the top 5 of pretty girls I have actually seen live, of course she was with someone, but had she being alone I don't think I would have approached her anyway.
I was in a weird mood. I had the Neverwhere book all the time in my suit, and I just wanted to get lost somewhere and just read it. The couple of person's that I could have had a good time with managed to make me feel uncomfortable about being around them. Actually it was just my brother, Mariel is nice and quite fun. But he played the stupid role of someone who managed to make me feel like being there was actually disrupting their couple time. Since he had all the right to do that, as much as I didn't like the way he played it, I did my best to just walk out of there pretending not to care. Eventually I got to have a pretty good talk with Abraham, a guy with whom I hadn't talked in a loooong time, and the Teacher. The teacher is a very fun intelligent woman, she used to be my English teacher for some years, so even now I call her Teacher, and she likes that... he he he.
With Abraham I talked about philosophy, psychology and mythology, he he he... I bet whoever walked around and heard us must have thought we were the most boring guys ever, but it was actually an interesting talk. At some point it felt like a power talk, one of those in which you try and quote as many authors as you can to make your point, and make the other feel like the doesn't know his shit. Yet at the moment I realized this was going on I decided to step out and just listen, asking a couple of questions here and there. Those ego talks tend to bore me, and I didn't feel like playing that game.
The talk with the Teacher was interesting too, a bit about politics, Bush and all that. We are really afraid that the US people will vote for that guy... But oh well, there is nothing much we can do about it, so why worry?.
Anyway... Wedding aside... Why was I in a weird mood?. I wasn't particularly in a bad mood, I was just thinking a lot. Thinking tends to mess me up. I insist, I worry too much about a future that may not come... Yet I hate the idea of not doing what I can to arrive to a future in which I do want to live. Am I making any sense?.
Mogwai...
Friday night I was introduced to Mogwai... And wooow... It really is awesome. I listened to one piece of them, one that I think they are quite famous for, it lasts about 17 minutes, and you get to love each and everyone of them. Following my well known obsessive behavior I will follow their track and start knowing quite a lot about them soon... I will probably buy some CD´s and all...
I´ve wanted to hear stuff from them for a while now, because over in this comic they have posters of them in the background all the time. And because a couple of guys from a band called Sappho, guys that we know, always wear tshirts with Mogwai on them. So, as you can see, I am easy to influence like that... I guess they invented marketing because of people like me... Damn.
The rest of Friday night was uneventful, I mean, jokes and silly stuff at Pancho´s house, playing with his funny little dog, but nothing quite worth mentioning. The one thing I didn't like was that we couldn't hang out a lot with Blanco, since he had something to do. And by the time he was over with that we were well in our ways to get some sleep... Reading his blog though, it seems he ended having a good time... :-P
I´ve wanted to hear stuff from them for a while now, because over in this comic they have posters of them in the background all the time. And because a couple of guys from a band called Sappho, guys that we know, always wear tshirts with Mogwai on them. So, as you can see, I am easy to influence like that... I guess they invented marketing because of people like me... Damn.
The rest of Friday night was uneventful, I mean, jokes and silly stuff at Pancho´s house, playing with his funny little dog, but nothing quite worth mentioning. The one thing I didn't like was that we couldn't hang out a lot with Blanco, since he had something to do. And by the time he was over with that we were well in our ways to get some sleep... Reading his blog though, it seems he ended having a good time... :-P
What if...
all of a sudden you lose one arm, and then it is replaced by a cyborg one?. Then for some messed up reason, it happens to the other arm, now a leg, the other... Lungs, heart... a so on and so fort, little by little, your organs are replaced by cyborg parts. With each replacement are you becoming less of a human?, and if so... People that have one missing limb are less humans?. Does your humanity remain intact even though all your physical parts are being replaced?, if it comes to a point in which all of you is nothing but a cyborg... Yet you feel as you have always felt... Are you still human then?. What is humanity then?, what is to have a soul?... Is it self awareness?, a sense of preservation?...
Hmmm... Can you tell I just finished watching the whole Ghost in the Shell - Stand Alone Complex TV series?. That is one of the things I really enjoy about Anime, those guys care about deep stuff, although after a while you do realize that they all play with the sense of self and I, etc, those are deep issues that philosophers have played with for thousands of years now... So I don't see the harm on it being a recurrent topic on Anime.
And indeed... What makes me be my self and different from others?. What does assures me that my self is something higher than the Hector that I am at the moment?, what if at the moment of dead I just shut off... Period. What if not... What then?.
Hmmm... Can you tell I just finished watching the whole Ghost in the Shell - Stand Alone Complex TV series?. That is one of the things I really enjoy about Anime, those guys care about deep stuff, although after a while you do realize that they all play with the sense of self and I, etc, those are deep issues that philosophers have played with for thousands of years now... So I don't see the harm on it being a recurrent topic on Anime.
And indeed... What makes me be my self and different from others?. What does assures me that my self is something higher than the Hector that I am at the moment?, what if at the moment of dead I just shut off... Period. What if not... What then?.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Go big words!
I don't know how long has it been out there, could be a while since I don't listen to radio that much, but this morning I listened to something that I believe is Britney's new single, something along the lines of It's my Prerogative. It has some deep phrases [ha!], like this one:
I wonder if the next songs in the CD have titles such as Stop being so conspicuous, I am in a conundrum, and the next hit I have ominous intentions. He he he.
Jeezz... I am sorry, I know that I had something worth writhing for this morning. Actually Mishka you made me go back to the idea of filling those "holes" that I have on this blog. After I came back from Macomb I lived quite a semester, when my girlfriend lived with me, the way the relationship eroded, the terrible sinus that I got, etc. And there is a huge hole as well about the time that I was working way too much, even to allow my self to think about life... I will write about stuff like that sometime soon.
Memories erode with time, things seem to have happened in a time far away, when they could have only been a couple of years. And I will make a point in writing about things I want to keep in my mind. Stuff I did during college while I played percussions, the infatuation I had for this girl that I was never able to approach, and all this tibits of life that make up the story of a lifetime.
I still think that it's better to live your life than to just write about it, so in a balanced way I will manage to give my self time to do all that.
Way on the other hand, I finished reading Prey... I never thought I would read a novel of his, and again I find my self happy that I am open to new stuff in my life, it was really good. An easy entertaining read, fast paced, fun page turning experience that at a point grabbed me until I was finished with it. And with the premise of we better know what we are dealing with regarding nano-science, and how it can so easily get out of our hands.
So... ** Cheers!!...
On the mean time, I will leave with a very funny quote I read yesterday in Neverwhere:
Richard had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
(gaiman, neverwhere).
Everybody's talking all this stuff about meHe he he ... Anyway, I didn't pay that much attention to the lyrics, I actually started thinking - Go Britney!, using big words and all! - Thanks to this song I can imagine teen girls coming up with a decent way to use that word in some argument with their parents, all this while their parents react in one of this possible ways: a) Run to the dictionary and find out the meaning, b) Look at their girls puzzled and ground them for acting smarty pants, or c) smiling with a sense of pride and tell their girls to keep on listening to Britney because [after all] she is teaching them something.
Why don't they just let me live? (Tell me why)
I don't need permission
Make my own decisions (oh)
That's my prerogative (it's my prerogative)
It's my prerogative.
I wonder if the next songs in the CD have titles such as Stop being so conspicuous, I am in a conundrum, and the next hit I have ominous intentions. He he he.
Jeezz... I am sorry, I know that I had something worth writhing for this morning. Actually Mishka you made me go back to the idea of filling those "holes" that I have on this blog. After I came back from Macomb I lived quite a semester, when my girlfriend lived with me, the way the relationship eroded, the terrible sinus that I got, etc. And there is a huge hole as well about the time that I was working way too much, even to allow my self to think about life... I will write about stuff like that sometime soon.
Memories erode with time, things seem to have happened in a time far away, when they could have only been a couple of years. And I will make a point in writing about things I want to keep in my mind. Stuff I did during college while I played percussions, the infatuation I had for this girl that I was never able to approach, and all this tibits of life that make up the story of a lifetime.
I still think that it's better to live your life than to just write about it, so in a balanced way I will manage to give my self time to do all that.
Way on the other hand, I finished reading Prey... I never thought I would read a novel of his, and again I find my self happy that I am open to new stuff in my life, it was really good. An easy entertaining read, fast paced, fun page turning experience that at a point grabbed me until I was finished with it. And with the premise of we better know what we are dealing with regarding nano-science, and how it can so easily get out of our hands.
So... ** Cheers!!...
On the mean time, I will leave with a very funny quote I read yesterday in Neverwhere:
Richard had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
(gaiman, neverwhere).
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Rumble, rumble...
Since last week [or the week before] someone started a dynamic here in the office, people would write the current day in the common board, and some messed up phrase... It think it's been mostly my brother the one who has perpetuated that idea, and we've seen things like "Wednesday: cha cha", "Monday: let us cry"... Some stuff like that. Anyway, today we had "Thursday: paranoia"... Little did we know that he is becoming a freaking foreteller.
[note: if we lived in some 1st world country we could sue our university because of the lack of security we have here. We work in something that is not far from the definition of a basement, with no fire exists or anything, which means that in the case of catastrophe we have to run up some small stairs, all across the building, and then run downstairs again in order to get out... Anyway]
At some point Hector and I went to get some coffee, and as we were standing there things started to jump up n' down, the boxes in the stand started dancing, and the appliances decided that shaking was fun... I realized that it was indeed coffee and not some messed up peyote tea when everybody around was freaking out. We were having a genuine earthquake, and it was one of the bad ones, the "up n down" ones. (They say that you could "listen" to the thing in the office, I don't doubt it, being that we are underground and all).
Of course offices and classrooms were evacuated and all that good stuff, snob as we are several guys had wireless laptops, so they decided to look for some info. And we found out that we had a 4.5 earthquake, with the epicenter in Jalisco, Guadalajara, close by a suburban area called "Nuevo Mexico"... -that sounds close- I thought... Yeah of course, when you see the business cards of this place, and look at the address, it's easy to read "Nuevo Mexico" in there, so we actually were in the freaking epicenter of the thing.
Yay!!!...
Too bad though, now we are back to our "regular activities"... *sigh*, I wonder if we will get a replica.
**cheers.
[note: if we lived in some 1st world country we could sue our university because of the lack of security we have here. We work in something that is not far from the definition of a basement, with no fire exists or anything, which means that in the case of catastrophe we have to run up some small stairs, all across the building, and then run downstairs again in order to get out... Anyway]
At some point Hector and I went to get some coffee, and as we were standing there things started to jump up n' down, the boxes in the stand started dancing, and the appliances decided that shaking was fun... I realized that it was indeed coffee and not some messed up peyote tea when everybody around was freaking out. We were having a genuine earthquake, and it was one of the bad ones, the "up n down" ones. (They say that you could "listen" to the thing in the office, I don't doubt it, being that we are underground and all).
Of course offices and classrooms were evacuated and all that good stuff, snob as we are several guys had wireless laptops, so they decided to look for some info. And we found out that we had a 4.5 earthquake, with the epicenter in Jalisco, Guadalajara, close by a suburban area called "Nuevo Mexico"... -that sounds close- I thought... Yeah of course, when you see the business cards of this place, and look at the address, it's easy to read "Nuevo Mexico" in there, so we actually were in the freaking epicenter of the thing.
Yay!!!...
Too bad though, now we are back to our "regular activities"... *sigh*, I wonder if we will get a replica.
**cheers.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Silly me
Just when I was about to write a post about how proud I am of my self, and the fact that I was able to stay clean from coffee all through the week (I know, it's only Wednesday morning ok?), I did remember that yesterday evening I had two cups... Just like that, I had them and I was about to write how happy I am of not drinking coffee for what?... two freaking days?... Do I just drink the stuff without even noticing it?...
Argh... I like all sorts of coffee, I like it black, with sugar -dark as the night and sweet as a kiss-, milk, expresso, lathe, capuccino, all of it... Decaf?, THAT is NOT coffee!. Is like coca-cola without the cocaine... he.
Anyway... Disappointed as I am of my self I will start fixing some issue with the KoK site. All this as I sip from my cup of coffee to feel a bit better.
** cheers
Argh... I like all sorts of coffee, I like it black, with sugar -dark as the night and sweet as a kiss-, milk, expresso, lathe, capuccino, all of it... Decaf?, THAT is NOT coffee!. Is like coca-cola without the cocaine... he.
Anyway... Disappointed as I am of my self I will start fixing some issue with the KoK site. All this as I sip from my cup of coffee to feel a bit better.
** cheers
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