It's that time of the year again... Closing up stuff in school, realizing it's just two more days of cold weather... The need to do laundry, pack my things, and just close the door to my room and leave this life, once again, behind for a while.
... Sigh...
Good times are ahead, my brother's graduation, see friends and family, and... Most of all... To show Albane my Country and my life, my place, my people and the tacos!!... He he he... To share a good time with her... Can't really wait.
... I want to make a post about Tarot by the way, yesterday something happened that made me realize why Alan always took it out to read it for him in some public spot... Heh... Well, at least one theory. :-P
Cheers people, I may be gone for a while... Enjoying my break, friends and girl... But next year I shall come back with a lot of punch, finish up the design of this site, and bring up a weekly web-comic!.
The best of holiday seasons to you. =)
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
45 seconds...
Time, as we all know, is a sketchy thing. It is perceived according to our expectations, and mostly... According to how aware we are of it. Time fades into nothing when you completely ignore it, when you are not aware of it and let it fly by... Say having a nice chat with your girl, a great night out with friends, or reading away a good book.
On the other hand... Time becomes a horribly slow crawler when you are aware of it... Like, for example, I am going to Mexico in just 6 days... And those 6 days feel freaking long, because I can't wait to be there... Why?... Expectation. For what?... Well, mostly the fact that I will meet Albane there. So... I am aware of time, and the bastard keeps running slowly.
Yet today, I found the epitome of time-stretching. I just realized it as I was observing the phenomena. IF you want to be aware of time, and see it crawl slooooowly... Just bring up some leftovers and place them in the freaking microwave. Click 1:30 minutes, and... Wait.
... 1:29
You can't believe only one second has passed, it feels like an eternity and you ARE hungry... Besides, there is people on msn talking to you, and you don't want to keep them waiting for long.
... 1:28
What?... Is this thing really working?... It can't possible be just two freaking seconds. Come on, a good song just finishes so fast and it lasts like 5 minutes!...
... 1:27
Is that slice of pizza warm already?... That cheese still seems horribly stiff... Maybe this guys already replied on msn!, I hate it when people make me wait too much in the middle of a good chat. ARGH!
... 1:26
... You get the idea.
It has been there all the time... Yet, I just realized it... An epiphany sort of thing... Like when I just "know" I have to take time off and treat my self for a day... (That seems to be a recurrent epiphany by the way... At least for me). Grrrr...
Damn Microwave and it's micro-waves of time stretching-ness... I wonder if I bring an mp3 while I wait for my food and stare at those numbers, would I hear the guy singing slowly?... Damn me if I try, too scary!
ps. I excuse my self... I realized at the end of this post that, really... Time can fly way too fast when you are aware of it too. Like when you have a deadline for the next morning and you haven't even started... Hmmm... Ok... I should study the bugger a little more, but on the mean time maybe I will put my microwave next to my desk while I work on this project due Monday. O.o
Friday, December 08, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Well... Little by little
You will see the new image of this website... I am still playing around, and the sections will take a while to be 100% ready... But let's consider the new "Spacing Out" is in beta right now. :-P
Eventually, based on your comments and all, I will tune it up and make it a cool site. ;-)
So... Any feedback welcome about what is going on with this site!. New look?... Too boring?... Whatever... Let me know.
Cheers!
[update]: Ok, now that the "skeleton" of the site is ready, I do notice a huge lack of images all over the place. I will start using images with my posts, and in every section. Screen-shots for the portfolio, etc... This is kind of a self-reminder... So... Sorry I made you waste your time by reading it!. ^__^
[update2]: yes, the "dude" sitting by the right of the layout is supposed to be me. :-P
Eventually, based on your comments and all, I will tune it up and make it a cool site. ;-)
So... Any feedback welcome about what is going on with this site!. New look?... Too boring?... Whatever... Let me know.
Cheers!
[update]: Ok, now that the "skeleton" of the site is ready, I do notice a huge lack of images all over the place. I will start using images with my posts, and in every section. Screen-shots for the portfolio, etc... This is kind of a self-reminder... So... Sorry I made you waste your time by reading it!. ^__^
[update2]: yes, the "dude" sitting by the right of the layout is supposed to be me. :-P
Monday, November 27, 2006
Ok well... Lately, life has
been a tad un-interesting in the this-has-happened sort of way. A lot has been going on in my mind, interesting ideas are cooking and stuff like that. During this cold days, I really go into hibernation mode, I get quite sleepy and just think about eating all the time.
Then again, I have been working well on my masters project, and this new team are super excited about my thesis project!. It turns out I am working in quite a new field, and even doing a literature search you find about 8 papers on the topic. So whatever I write, if its decent, will become known, and my thesis may set good ground on this technologies starting to bubble up. I feel pretty darn happy with that, and the enthusiasm with my supervisors really makes me feel good!. It took a while, but I finally found my spot for that masters thing, heh.
Pretty cool conversations lately too, in general I guess, but in specific with Albane and Chris. With Chris I have been talking about life and plans a lot lately, philosophizing I guess... He introduced me to the movie "the secret" which I recommend highly!. And well, that kind of movies and material always opens good discussion and conversation.
And with Albane?, well, just very good talks altogether. Being away sucks, a lot. But a lot of our relationship has been forming through this conversations, shaping up good, either having just silly fun times, dreaming together, or quite serious talks about stuff between us. Etc. I can't believe I will see her again in less than 3 weeks!... He he he... Time freaking flies!. I almost just finished writing my adventures in France, and it will almost soon be time to write about her adventures in Mexico!. ^__^
... So yes, I guess a lot of "internal" work, good talks with people that are important to me, and working well in my school, work and personal projects. Social life wise?. A couple of parties; it was Sandra's bday a couple of weeks ago and that was good times with great food. And this last weekend we celebrated Oscar's bday.
It was supposed to be a surprise party, and it almost was... I think out of the 50 people there, I was the one who "blew it"... It seems he was approaching the house while someone made me laugh and... Well... Who ever has heard me laugh knows it carries on. Heh... Either way, it was a good night despite the fact that we were kicked out of the 1st house. (Why would you host a party to kick people out?)... Anyway, because of that the party kind of "turned" into 3 smaller parties in different places, yet you always end up really talking only with a few people, so my "cluster" of the party had a pretty good time in John's appartment, which is conveniently across my street. =)
(Those magnets with words on the fridge can be EXTREMELY entertaining by the way!)...
I mean it.
--
ps. Obviously, the new look of my site is not near ready!
Then again, I have been working well on my masters project, and this new team are super excited about my thesis project!. It turns out I am working in quite a new field, and even doing a literature search you find about 8 papers on the topic. So whatever I write, if its decent, will become known, and my thesis may set good ground on this technologies starting to bubble up. I feel pretty darn happy with that, and the enthusiasm with my supervisors really makes me feel good!. It took a while, but I finally found my spot for that masters thing, heh.
Pretty cool conversations lately too, in general I guess, but in specific with Albane and Chris. With Chris I have been talking about life and plans a lot lately, philosophizing I guess... He introduced me to the movie "the secret" which I recommend highly!. And well, that kind of movies and material always opens good discussion and conversation.
And with Albane?, well, just very good talks altogether. Being away sucks, a lot. But a lot of our relationship has been forming through this conversations, shaping up good, either having just silly fun times, dreaming together, or quite serious talks about stuff between us. Etc. I can't believe I will see her again in less than 3 weeks!... He he he... Time freaking flies!. I almost just finished writing my adventures in France, and it will almost soon be time to write about her adventures in Mexico!. ^__^
... So yes, I guess a lot of "internal" work, good talks with people that are important to me, and working well in my school, work and personal projects. Social life wise?. A couple of parties; it was Sandra's bday a couple of weeks ago and that was good times with great food. And this last weekend we celebrated Oscar's bday.
It was supposed to be a surprise party, and it almost was... I think out of the 50 people there, I was the one who "blew it"... It seems he was approaching the house while someone made me laugh and... Well... Who ever has heard me laugh knows it carries on. Heh... Either way, it was a good night despite the fact that we were kicked out of the 1st house. (Why would you host a party to kick people out?)... Anyway, because of that the party kind of "turned" into 3 smaller parties in different places, yet you always end up really talking only with a few people, so my "cluster" of the party had a pretty good time in John's appartment, which is conveniently across my street. =)
(Those magnets with words on the fridge can be EXTREMELY entertaining by the way!)...
I mean it.
--
ps. Obviously, the new look of my site is not near ready!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
It could be that
I am going through a period of spiritual awakening. I may be becoming enlightened and bringing my state of consciousness to a higher level... That would be a great explanation of why alcohol and me are not working together lately. I just don't seem to get drunk anymore, just sick... The thing is bad in taste, and makes me feel yucky... I don't have the fun effects, just the crappy ones.
So yes... It could be enlightenment...
Or... It could be I am paying finally the toll of over doing it a couple of times, and my body is just ignoring and rejecting the shit...
(( sigh ))
So yes... It could be enlightenment...
Or... It could be I am paying finally the toll of over doing it a couple of times, and my body is just ignoring and rejecting the shit...
(( sigh ))
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Expect errors...
Expect errors... Broken links... And crap going on the next few days...
I am migrating my stuff to a new ftp server, trying to make this happen with blogger beta, and working on setting up the new design... Bla bla bla.
If something doesn't work, or a link is broken, please just let me know. =)
I will fix it right away, this blog was latilde.com, then latilde.tx, then queloco.net, queloco.tk... spacingout!... He he he... So... Things are bound to be crazy, specialy in the older posts.
Anyway... O.o
Cheers!.
I am migrating my stuff to a new ftp server, trying to make this happen with blogger beta, and working on setting up the new design... Bla bla bla.
If something doesn't work, or a link is broken, please just let me know. =)
I will fix it right away, this blog was latilde.com, then latilde.tx, then queloco.net, queloco.tk... spacingout!... He he he... So... Things are bound to be crazy, specialy in the older posts.
Anyway... O.o
Cheers!.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Damn those blues...
After much hassle, the world feels kind of quiet...
I planned, juggled stuff around, and ended up in France... Came back to NOT put my masters project together, but to actually tear it all appart in pieces, and recover the bits I wanted... Make my own path... Went around departments meeting people, knocking doors... That was fun.
I went to San Francisco, a job offer to consider... A great time over there, a confusing time on my mind...
I took a stance... I chose an interesting thesis project. I am working again doing cool contract jobs... Things are getting down to a point where I actually know what is going to happen next week... It's scary!... Heh...
... Whatever... Cold dark days make me think too much, and the lack of sun and warmth don't put me in the best of moods... I remember the beginning of this year, I remember some posts I wrote on this blog, and how back then, I as well... Was feeling the blues.
Heh... Fuck the blues.
See... Even as I write this I smile and realize how silly this sounds!... I am an optimist, and... All that... Right?... Just...
Honestly?... I was so busy with so many things going on, and so many things to worry about everyday... That it had not really REALLY hit me I guess... I mean, it did hit me... But now, there is no extra noise in my head, no other things to figure out or take care of.
Now, it's just me, my mind... My memories and nostalgia.
And you know what?... I miss her.
We talk so much, dream and laugh, and discuss and... Share... I feel her right now as the closest person to me, to my heart. Eventhough she is across the sea. Sigh... Think of her when I wake up, I really do... And miss her as I am falling asleep.
... sigh ...
See... Right now, my dreams, and hopes, and goals and whatever... They sound cool, they really do. But... Cool as something you see in a magazine, cool as something that "I know I should feel excited about"... But empty too. Like, a huge chunk of me is missing and none of it makes sense if I don't have it... If she is not here. If I can't share it with her.
Ah la la...
Albane... heh... it's a cute name... Goes well with her smile.
Now I will go to bed... Just wanted to rant about corny nostalgia and how much it hits and feels... About the fact that, no matter what I do during the day, I will go to bed thinking of her... Wishing she was at arm's distance... Even if I didn't touch her. But just to know she was there...
I planned, juggled stuff around, and ended up in France... Came back to NOT put my masters project together, but to actually tear it all appart in pieces, and recover the bits I wanted... Make my own path... Went around departments meeting people, knocking doors... That was fun.
I went to San Francisco, a job offer to consider... A great time over there, a confusing time on my mind...
I took a stance... I chose an interesting thesis project. I am working again doing cool contract jobs... Things are getting down to a point where I actually know what is going to happen next week... It's scary!... Heh...
... Whatever... Cold dark days make me think too much, and the lack of sun and warmth don't put me in the best of moods... I remember the beginning of this year, I remember some posts I wrote on this blog, and how back then, I as well... Was feeling the blues.
Heh... Fuck the blues.
See... Even as I write this I smile and realize how silly this sounds!... I am an optimist, and... All that... Right?... Just...
Honestly?... I was so busy with so many things going on, and so many things to worry about everyday... That it had not really REALLY hit me I guess... I mean, it did hit me... But now, there is no extra noise in my head, no other things to figure out or take care of.
Now, it's just me, my mind... My memories and nostalgia.
And you know what?... I miss her.
We talk so much, dream and laugh, and discuss and... Share... I feel her right now as the closest person to me, to my heart. Eventhough she is across the sea. Sigh... Think of her when I wake up, I really do... And miss her as I am falling asleep.
... sigh ...
See... Right now, my dreams, and hopes, and goals and whatever... They sound cool, they really do. But... Cool as something you see in a magazine, cool as something that "I know I should feel excited about"... But empty too. Like, a huge chunk of me is missing and none of it makes sense if I don't have it... If she is not here. If I can't share it with her.
Ah la la...
Albane... heh... it's a cute name... Goes well with her smile.
Now I will go to bed... Just wanted to rant about corny nostalgia and how much it hits and feels... About the fact that, no matter what I do during the day, I will go to bed thinking of her... Wishing she was at arm's distance... Even if I didn't touch her. But just to know she was there...
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Part 10/10. And now?...
And now?...
Well... Just as I said in that one post... This story is far far from over people. That makes me really smile... Going to France was just the writing of another chapter in the story of a silly Mexican guy, and a shy French girl, meeting in Canada and, against all odds, ending up together.
It was not chasing for an epilogue, and realizing how the story ends... It was creating more memories together, and a stronger bond...
Now?... While away, we both work to keep this story flowing... We both share that dream. ^__^
It was her turn to show me her world and her country... It was lovely and she showed me a great time... More of herself. Now it will be my turn to show her my world, my country... My streets, places and people...
Now it will be my turn to share more of my self with her, and heck... I will make sure she has the time of her life. :-)
Well... Just as I said in that one post... This story is far far from over people. That makes me really smile... Going to France was just the writing of another chapter in the story of a silly Mexican guy, and a shy French girl, meeting in Canada and, against all odds, ending up together.
It was not chasing for an epilogue, and realizing how the story ends... It was creating more memories together, and a stronger bond...
Now?... While away, we both work to keep this story flowing... We both share that dream. ^__^
It was her turn to show me her world and her country... It was lovely and she showed me a great time... More of herself. Now it will be my turn to show her my world, my country... My streets, places and people...
Now it will be my turn to share more of my self with her, and heck... I will make sure she has the time of her life. :-)
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Part 9/10. The last week... The good-bye
The last week felt... I don't know. The last week felt like many things. One of them being, of course, too short. In one side I wanted to come back to Canada and fix up all the mess I had left behind, pick up the pieces of my masters project and make something out of it... On the other side, I didn't want to leave Albane.
It was hard, because she was so busy and, sometimes, I felt her distant... It may have all been in my head, and really school was taking the best of her time and mind... But I felt she was drawing a little away from me, almost as if wanting to protect herself from the good-bye soon to come...
I don't know... The memory of this week is weird and too filled with emotions, the memories of conversations we had, of feelings floating in the air... There was tension between us, we both knew the good-bye was coming and we both felt ackward and bad about it... About what would come next.
I did meet with some people, had a couple good nights with Cam and Pô, and Amelie and her friend... Hanging out with people, and sharing lovely times. But missing already Albane so much, we were still in the same city, and I was already feeling her away. It teared me apart in a gruesome way... In one of those ways you can only feel inside, but that really really suck...
... sigh...
I wasn't going to let this weird feelings cast a shadow on the last hours we were to share in France, and... Despite the work and all, we managed to have quality time together. Good times and awesome, and needed conversations... We shared everyday well into the night, despite the fact that she had classes so early the next day... Heh. Poor girl... She must have been so tired.
Friday we went for a beer with some of her cousins, and I got the chance to say "bye" to them... They were so kind and nice to me, made me feel so welcomed and, in just little time, made me feel like a friend and that I'd miss them. I said "bye" to Ophelie too...
I HATE saying "bye"...
...
Sigh...
Saturday was our last day together, we had a very good time. Even tried to be around the Bombay Indian Festival in Lille... It was huge event with too much people. Heh... I hate crowds. O.o At least we tried, right?... Of course, I preferred the intimacy of being only with her, than being squished around by hundreds of people in a parade!
We went back to her place... Shared some good times, smiled and laughed...
You know what sucks?...
Packing your things... Specially after so long, specially after you already had a spot for you in the closet, and one side of the bed felt like "your side"...
Packing in front of her as if saying "yes... this is really happening... after all, I am going to go"...
Ahhh... Those last few hours are filled with bitter sweet smiles and talks, hugs and kisses and watery eyes. I had made a trip not knowing what to expect, for the sake of love... For the sake of seeing her again. I had found a awesome travel partner, fun, good hearted girl, with a warmth that made me smile and feel good inside...
Fuck saying good-bye...
The TGV to Paris was surreal...
Being in the line, doing my check-in and having her waiting for me was surreal...
Being sitting in the airport next to her, holding her tight and close to me... Checking the time and realizing it was boarding time... Was surreal... It sucked. I couldn't believe it was happening, I didn't want it to be happening. I didn't want to go back to a reality in which she wasn't there...
...
We had time to get something to eat, and we got our stuff and made us a little picnic by a field in the airport... It was only us and a bunch of grass around us. We talked about whatevers and had our little bubble, ignoring really that I was about to leave...
...
It was boarding time... It was time for that wonderful hug, that lasts always way too little...
... And again, writing this posts makes me feel sad and nostalgic...
I hate that section in the airport in which only passengers can go through... Going through security and looking at her through a glass... Every time further away...
... The flight was much too long... I saw Groeland and icebergs... that was cool I guess...
After hours and hours... I arrived to Calgary, picked up my luggage and turned on my phone...
Right away it "ringed" telling me I had received a message... It was a message from Albane. My eyes went watery and my heart pumped hard, I smiled so so much...
It was hard, because she was so busy and, sometimes, I felt her distant... It may have all been in my head, and really school was taking the best of her time and mind... But I felt she was drawing a little away from me, almost as if wanting to protect herself from the good-bye soon to come...
I don't know... The memory of this week is weird and too filled with emotions, the memories of conversations we had, of feelings floating in the air... There was tension between us, we both knew the good-bye was coming and we both felt ackward and bad about it... About what would come next.
I did meet with some people, had a couple good nights with Cam and Pô, and Amelie and her friend... Hanging out with people, and sharing lovely times. But missing already Albane so much, we were still in the same city, and I was already feeling her away. It teared me apart in a gruesome way... In one of those ways you can only feel inside, but that really really suck...
... sigh...
I wasn't going to let this weird feelings cast a shadow on the last hours we were to share in France, and... Despite the work and all, we managed to have quality time together. Good times and awesome, and needed conversations... We shared everyday well into the night, despite the fact that she had classes so early the next day... Heh. Poor girl... She must have been so tired.
Friday we went for a beer with some of her cousins, and I got the chance to say "bye" to them... They were so kind and nice to me, made me feel so welcomed and, in just little time, made me feel like a friend and that I'd miss them. I said "bye" to Ophelie too...
I HATE saying "bye"...
...
Sigh...
Saturday was our last day together, we had a very good time. Even tried to be around the Bombay Indian Festival in Lille... It was huge event with too much people. Heh... I hate crowds. O.o At least we tried, right?... Of course, I preferred the intimacy of being only with her, than being squished around by hundreds of people in a parade!
We went back to her place... Shared some good times, smiled and laughed...
You know what sucks?...
Packing your things... Specially after so long, specially after you already had a spot for you in the closet, and one side of the bed felt like "your side"...
Packing in front of her as if saying "yes... this is really happening... after all, I am going to go"...
Ahhh... Those last few hours are filled with bitter sweet smiles and talks, hugs and kisses and watery eyes. I had made a trip not knowing what to expect, for the sake of love... For the sake of seeing her again. I had found a awesome travel partner, fun, good hearted girl, with a warmth that made me smile and feel good inside...
Fuck saying good-bye...
The TGV to Paris was surreal...
Being in the line, doing my check-in and having her waiting for me was surreal...
Being sitting in the airport next to her, holding her tight and close to me... Checking the time and realizing it was boarding time... Was surreal... It sucked. I couldn't believe it was happening, I didn't want it to be happening. I didn't want to go back to a reality in which she wasn't there...
...
We had time to get something to eat, and we got our stuff and made us a little picnic by a field in the airport... It was only us and a bunch of grass around us. We talked about whatevers and had our little bubble, ignoring really that I was about to leave...
...
It was boarding time... It was time for that wonderful hug, that lasts always way too little...
... And again, writing this posts makes me feel sad and nostalgic...
I hate that section in the airport in which only passengers can go through... Going through security and looking at her through a glass... Every time further away...
... The flight was much too long... I saw Groeland and icebergs... that was cool I guess...
After hours and hours... I arrived to Calgary, picked up my luggage and turned on my phone...
Right away it "ringed" telling me I had received a message... It was a message from Albane. My eyes went watery and my heart pumped hard, I smiled so so much...
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
It's that time of the year
already...
At 5:00 pm, I feel we are in the middle of the night, and I should be either sleeping, or doing some other nightly activity. [Nightly activities range from reading good stuff in my bed, to be out in a bar having beers and good times... Definitely, not working or reading for my thesis].
... Yet... It's 5:35... Completely dark, and I KNOW I have a long way to go before I am done with all my work. See... I claim I love working during the night, I am a night-person... Bla bla bla. I should be thrilled... Right?...
No... I'm not.
The bit about working during the night that I like, is it's quietness... No one even is on msn, the streets are dead and I feel the righteous owner of the stage... No distractions, the lights in the offices of the building across the street are off.
Now?... They are on, and I can see people working. Cars drive around the street and life keeps on going, just as if there was sunlight. But there isn't... It feels wrong.
It will feel wrong for several months. No matter how long, it's probably the one thing I can't and won't get used to. It's freaking 5!... There is supposed to be light out.
** Sigh **
At 5:00 pm, I feel we are in the middle of the night, and I should be either sleeping, or doing some other nightly activity. [Nightly activities range from reading good stuff in my bed, to be out in a bar having beers and good times... Definitely, not working or reading for my thesis].
... Yet... It's 5:35... Completely dark, and I KNOW I have a long way to go before I am done with all my work. See... I claim I love working during the night, I am a night-person... Bla bla bla. I should be thrilled... Right?...
No... I'm not.
The bit about working during the night that I like, is it's quietness... No one even is on msn, the streets are dead and I feel the righteous owner of the stage... No distractions, the lights in the offices of the building across the street are off.
Now?... They are on, and I can see people working. Cars drive around the street and life keeps on going, just as if there was sunlight. But there isn't... It feels wrong.
It will feel wrong for several months. No matter how long, it's probably the one thing I can't and won't get used to. It's freaking 5!... There is supposed to be light out.
** Sigh **
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Lately
i have been working on this blog... Really. Even if you see no posts!. Soon, the entire damn thing will change a lot... Heh. And I hope it will be for good. I plan to make www.spacingout.net more than my blog, but my online portfolio and all this things...
So... I'm on that... And, to summarize... Life still goes well!.
Cheers!
So... I'm on that... And, to summarize... Life still goes well!.
Cheers!
Saturday, November 04, 2006
I am not a TV fan...
It has happened, since 2001... That I really don't watch a lot of TV. I may have started sort of like and accident... But then I really got into it, and enjoyed it. Yes, I enjoyed the not watching it... Because then, if I was not spending all this hours in front of the TV, it only meant I was doing something else...
2001?... Wow... It sounds like exaggerating but... Let me see. In 2001 I went as an exchange student to Macomb, this silly little town close to Chicago... I was there for a year, and I owned no tv. Buying one didn't seem like a good investment after all, and I used most of my extra money on books or comics... Well, not really... It was on beer and booze. Then, the very very extra was on books. Heh.
So, after my exchange I go back to Mexico, to this new house in a lovely place close to the mountains... As lovely as it is, it means that to get TV you need satellite. Too far away for a cable company to care, and too surrounded by mountains to get any "air" signal... Satellite it was, yet we only got one thingy... Which meant, only one way to change the channels and what was seen on one TV, could be seen on all of them.
... My mom is the Queen of the TV... So... Not a lot of TV there...
Heh... And now?... Canada?... OF COURSE I wasn't going to buy one!. After 5 years of being perfectly happy without one?. And believe me, it's not boring!. He he he... I remember Kike, when he moved into our house, he said "living with the Padilla's makes you enjoy reading"... Or, any other hobby for that matter.
I am happy. :-)
Sometimes I enjoy a movie, and rent them. For that, I wish I had a TV device, yet not the cable or stuff... Anyway... There was a point to this post. The point is, as much as I think TV is highly over rated, and isn't all that great... Sometimes comes a TV series that reaaaaally hooks me in. That makes me wish I had one, and I could follow it closely...
It happened with Lost... Coupling, Firefly, and believe it or not, with Desperate Housewives too...Thankfully, most of this you can get one way or the other... Online, rent, buy... I have done all of this. Heh... Now though, I have to admit, I have been hooked again. This TV series rocks... Really, if you have the time, DO follow Heroes...
And don't get turned off by the "comic book" feeling or super power extravaganza... Yes, it happens they have powers, but the series is very well put together and, honestly, I bet non fiction lovers (or sci-fi haters for that matter), would find it interesting, very.
So... Download it if you have missed some episodes, follow it on TV if you have the chance... Whatever. It's good.
2001?... Wow... It sounds like exaggerating but... Let me see. In 2001 I went as an exchange student to Macomb, this silly little town close to Chicago... I was there for a year, and I owned no tv. Buying one didn't seem like a good investment after all, and I used most of my extra money on books or comics... Well, not really... It was on beer and booze. Then, the very very extra was on books. Heh.
So, after my exchange I go back to Mexico, to this new house in a lovely place close to the mountains... As lovely as it is, it means that to get TV you need satellite. Too far away for a cable company to care, and too surrounded by mountains to get any "air" signal... Satellite it was, yet we only got one thingy... Which meant, only one way to change the channels and what was seen on one TV, could be seen on all of them.
... My mom is the Queen of the TV... So... Not a lot of TV there...
Heh... And now?... Canada?... OF COURSE I wasn't going to buy one!. After 5 years of being perfectly happy without one?. And believe me, it's not boring!. He he he... I remember Kike, when he moved into our house, he said "living with the Padilla's makes you enjoy reading"... Or, any other hobby for that matter.
I am happy. :-)
Sometimes I enjoy a movie, and rent them. For that, I wish I had a TV device, yet not the cable or stuff... Anyway... There was a point to this post. The point is, as much as I think TV is highly over rated, and isn't all that great... Sometimes comes a TV series that reaaaaally hooks me in. That makes me wish I had one, and I could follow it closely...
It happened with Lost... Coupling, Firefly, and believe it or not, with Desperate Housewives too...Thankfully, most of this you can get one way or the other... Online, rent, buy... I have done all of this. Heh... Now though, I have to admit, I have been hooked again. This TV series rocks... Really, if you have the time, DO follow Heroes...
And don't get turned off by the "comic book" feeling or super power extravaganza... Yes, it happens they have powers, but the series is very well put together and, honestly, I bet non fiction lovers (or sci-fi haters for that matter), would find it interesting, very.
So... Download it if you have missed some episodes, follow it on TV if you have the chance... Whatever. It's good.
Part 8/10. Meet the family...
Usually meeting the family is hard enough... I mean, there is some level of challenge and nervousness that is hard to ignore. This people are important to the girl, and she is important to you... So... You REALLY hope they will like you and give some sort of "thumbs up"... No?... OF COURSE...
This was the case with Albane's family... But... Add a couple of elements. 1) I was going to stay in her mom's house for the weekend. Not a simple dinner, hello-bye environment... I was going to stay there. And 2)... French?... As much as I try to, my French isn't all that good!. I rely on my communication skills for people to like me!, how... HOW?!...
He he he...
Either way... We went to Albane's house for the Weekend (or her mom's, however you want to see it). I ended up driving because Albane had a horrible Torticolis and it was hard to look at anything other than the ground... Kind of. During that day, when we went to school, I laughed so much of how she looked!... He he he. Mmmmh... I think she didn't appreciate that. O.o
[note: Albane sais she didn't get mad... riiiiight. Ok... Maybe "mad" is not the right word... Heh. But she was like -it's not nice!- and... Ehem... Anyway, I felt guilty... ok?. ^__^]
We arrived late, because she had some training or meeting regarding a new project, but in time for dinner!. I walked out of the drivers seat, and her mom was there!. Albane was so happy saying hi to her dog (Tara)... And her mom too, I guess... Heh. Anyway, I walked close to her mom and she smiled a lot and greeted me nicely... I felt welcomed.
Nervousness faded... I knew everything was going to be ok. ^__^
Meeting her mom, and her sister Xav was nice... They both spoke in English to me!, heh, and I did a fair attempt to speak in french. They were kind and said my french was very good! Heh... I was silly, of course, and made mistakes... I referred to her mom with "toi" instead of "vous"... Etc... Not a big deal!. We had dinner together, set the room in which Albane and I were going to stay... And had a very fun conversation!. It was nice to talk to Xav in person too, since we talked a lot on msn before... I felt comfortable and happy to be there!.
Later that night, Albane told me that when I went to the bathroom, her mom said I was so nice and all this good things... YES!. Albane, on the mean time, still suffered from the torticolis... He he he... Specially since she was so happy to see her dog, that she played like crazy with her and forgot all about "taking care" and "not making sudden movements"... He he he.
And so the weekend went... It was very very nice. The only time in which I really felt a tad nervous was when I meet Albane's father. Saturday we had lunch at her mom's place... Food there was always so good!. ** sigh **, and later Albane wanted to visit her grandma, from her Dad's side... So we went there... Little did I know, her father planned to visit too!. I wasn't mentally prepared for that!... O.o
Ehem... Anyway, we arrived there and she lives in a lovely flat some floors above the ground. Actually, it was funny, I pretended I was going to sit by the balcony and Albane totally freaked out!!!... He he he. You should have seen her face... Awwww... Poor girl. Heh.
So, we were having this nice talk and pastries, when her dad called saying he was going to show up. ** gulp **. For some reason, as grateful as I was to him for letting us stay in all this wonderful places, I had just felt I was going to not meet him, and that sounded sort of relieving... I mean, I do good with moms. They are girls, after all... Heh. But the Dad?... Sigh, they always make me nervous... They ARE guys, and they know what we -guys- are thinking when we are with their girls... ehem... Yes, THAT is what I mean.
It wasn't bad.
Really, it was good!. Albane had told me before he was quite serious, which he indeed is, but we had a decent conversation, and with my fractured french I was able to talk both to him and the grandma... While entertaining the dog so it wouldn't bark (silly little dogs that bark so much with a high pitch!!... grrr)... O.o He he he. At the end though, it was nice. I felt happy to meet her Dad and good about the talk we had. ^__^
Later?... Ah yes... We went to Moins!... Beautiful little town in Belgium!. (I told you, Belgium really is around the corner, and with the EU thing, you just drive along... No borders or anything). Albane worked in a cute little clothing store for kids, and she wanted to show me around. I really liked it!. Little town with great architecture, pretty downtown, and lovely feeling to it. We were lucky since there was some sort of Veggie-Fair, so we saw odd shaped carrots, pumpkins and potatoes... he he he. Albane was given a carrot, that was modded into becoming a flute, and it just became an item of amusement for days to come. I get the idea Belgium is a beautiful country.
... Was it Moins?. I really never know how to write this things... If you read "Moins" attempting to sound french, I believe the town's name sounded sort of like that. Heh. Anyway, we walked around, had a beer, and headed back to her place for dinner.
Raquellette!... (again, who cares about spelling?)... Yummy delicious thing... ** sigh ** At this point, stronger cheeses were growing on me, and I really enjoyed the concept of this slower meal... Although, for us was kind of fast!. We wanted to make it to the movies... The movie?... ** sigh **. No no no... After I read the book "The Perfume" I knew it was great, yet impossible to make a movie about it... Even Kubrick called it the "un-filmable book"... Scorsese and even Tim Burton considered, and thought better of it... They all were right... It was a good attempt I guess, but it fails horribly short, and at the end feels just... Ackward!.
He he he... Albane and her mom made a lot of fun of it... La la laaa...
That night we just came back after the movie and chilled. Albane, Xav and me had a silly conversation, and I made a drawing for Xav. It was going to be a cute drawing at first, about a guy hanging by a tree in a park. But then, I thought better and I cut his arms right off, made him sad, and untied his shoes!... He he he. It was horribly cute, and sad!!... The kid was sad because, since he had no arms, he couldn't tie his shoes and play with his dog... He he he...
I felt VERY shy when Xav wanted to show the drawing to her mom!... Not because it was a bad drawing, but because it portrayed a horribly black sense of humor!... O.o ... The mom loved it... He he he. ^__^
...
Sunday?... The time to meet her grandparents!!!... At this point I was already very comfortable with her mom and Xav (sister), joked and laughed a lot, and just silly good times. And I was really excited about meeting her grandparents because she had told me, many times, how important they were for her!... So... There we were.
They live further away from the city, in Mexico we would say "en el campo"... In a lovely house right next to a forest. And really, they are the nicest couple ever!. They had just come back from a trip, and they were tired... Yet they welcomed us with such a smile, and were so kind with Albane and Xav!... And me?, they made me feel quite welcomed too, talking and asking cool questions, etc. At this point, as much as I made mistakes, I just kept talking French as if I knew what I was doing... He he he. And my listening really isn't bad, so it was cool!.
Albane and I had a nice walk by the forest, we fed the chicken, and walked around looking for Deers... I believe we saw one, jumping far away... That, or a hare... Heh. The weather was beautiful and... It felt so good to be there.
Back in the house, we all chilled by the living room and had a warm drink. I had chocolate and tasty biscuits... At this point, we were just chatting away, talking about whatever, books, Mexico, my brother... I don't know!. And then, Albane's mom starts talking about the drawing I made for Xaviera!... O.o
She starts saying how great of a drawing it was, and how fast I had drawn it, and talking about my drawing skills as if I was so good!... (I was getting self conscious... of course!). What happened?... Well, her grandma had to see!... Of courrrse!.
She went to pick some paper, a pencil, and told me... "ok ok, now I have to see... Draw something for me!"... WHAT?!... O.o NOW I was self-conscious... ** sigh **
So, here I was, sitting on a chair with a blank piece of paper in front of me, a pencil, and an audience... Now, everyone who draws knows it's hard to come up with some cool idea to draw... Right?... It's even harder with 3 women looking at you with expectation!... and EVEN HARDER if this 3 women are your girl, her mom, and her mom's mom...
He he he...
Anyway... I decided to draw a cute little girl, crouching to point to a lady-bug... Why?... The reason is quite silly, but it was completely inspired on Albane. She had done something quite quite similar, in the exact same position, two times by now. Once in Edmonton, looking at a shinny beetle... he he he, and the other time in Fayence looking at a Mantis... Same cute position and expression of awe in her face... So, I drew a little girl version of that, and a lady-bug instead of a Mantis... More cute I though. :-P
Her grandma loved it!... I sighed with relief...
It seems, she liked it so much, and days after she kept showing it to the people that visited her house, saying it was me, Albane's boyfriend, who had done it... he he he. Albane told me this smiling with an expression of amusement and pride. Awww.
Later that day we stayed in her mom's place, some women came (mom's friends) and we all had drinks and snacks together. Good conversation and environment. At some point they said -bye- and we had dinner... YUMMY again... Tartiflette this time. ** sigh **. I knew I was going to miss this food. And the coffee, always good coffee in her house after each meal!!... And the garden!... Lovely garden in the back, quite large with swings!... YES!... SWINGS!!... He he he.
So, the time came to say "good-bye" and head back to Lille... I was almost sad to say "bye". They were so kind!
It was a great great weekend. I felt very happy with how everything was, and how I related with all the people I meet. And, having being around them, Mom, sister, grandparents and even her Dad, now I felt closer to Albane in a very nice way. ^__^
I drove back to Lille, Albane still had some Torticolis!... he he he.
That night, before bed, Albane told me she had talked to her mom, and she said I was such a great guy!...
Nice... I guess I did get the "thumbs up" at the end. ;-)
This was the case with Albane's family... But... Add a couple of elements. 1) I was going to stay in her mom's house for the weekend. Not a simple dinner, hello-bye environment... I was going to stay there. And 2)... French?... As much as I try to, my French isn't all that good!. I rely on my communication skills for people to like me!, how... HOW?!...
He he he...
Either way... We went to Albane's house for the Weekend (or her mom's, however you want to see it). I ended up driving because Albane had a horrible Torticolis and it was hard to look at anything other than the ground... Kind of. During that day, when we went to school, I laughed so much of how she looked!... He he he. Mmmmh... I think she didn't appreciate that. O.o
[note: Albane sais she didn't get mad... riiiiight. Ok... Maybe "mad" is not the right word... Heh. But she was like -it's not nice!- and... Ehem... Anyway, I felt guilty... ok?. ^__^]
We arrived late, because she had some training or meeting regarding a new project, but in time for dinner!. I walked out of the drivers seat, and her mom was there!. Albane was so happy saying hi to her dog (Tara)... And her mom too, I guess... Heh. Anyway, I walked close to her mom and she smiled a lot and greeted me nicely... I felt welcomed.
Nervousness faded... I knew everything was going to be ok. ^__^
Meeting her mom, and her sister Xav was nice... They both spoke in English to me!, heh, and I did a fair attempt to speak in french. They were kind and said my french was very good! Heh... I was silly, of course, and made mistakes... I referred to her mom with "toi" instead of "vous"... Etc... Not a big deal!. We had dinner together, set the room in which Albane and I were going to stay... And had a very fun conversation!. It was nice to talk to Xav in person too, since we talked a lot on msn before... I felt comfortable and happy to be there!.
Later that night, Albane told me that when I went to the bathroom, her mom said I was so nice and all this good things... YES!. Albane, on the mean time, still suffered from the torticolis... He he he... Specially since she was so happy to see her dog, that she played like crazy with her and forgot all about "taking care" and "not making sudden movements"... He he he.
And so the weekend went... It was very very nice. The only time in which I really felt a tad nervous was when I meet Albane's father. Saturday we had lunch at her mom's place... Food there was always so good!. ** sigh **, and later Albane wanted to visit her grandma, from her Dad's side... So we went there... Little did I know, her father planned to visit too!. I wasn't mentally prepared for that!... O.o
Ehem... Anyway, we arrived there and she lives in a lovely flat some floors above the ground. Actually, it was funny, I pretended I was going to sit by the balcony and Albane totally freaked out!!!... He he he. You should have seen her face... Awwww... Poor girl. Heh.
So, we were having this nice talk and pastries, when her dad called saying he was going to show up. ** gulp **. For some reason, as grateful as I was to him for letting us stay in all this wonderful places, I had just felt I was going to not meet him, and that sounded sort of relieving... I mean, I do good with moms. They are girls, after all... Heh. But the Dad?... Sigh, they always make me nervous... They ARE guys, and they know what we -guys- are thinking when we are with their girls... ehem... Yes, THAT is what I mean.
It wasn't bad.
Really, it was good!. Albane had told me before he was quite serious, which he indeed is, but we had a decent conversation, and with my fractured french I was able to talk both to him and the grandma... While entertaining the dog so it wouldn't bark (silly little dogs that bark so much with a high pitch!!... grrr)... O.o He he he. At the end though, it was nice. I felt happy to meet her Dad and good about the talk we had. ^__^
Later?... Ah yes... We went to Moins!... Beautiful little town in Belgium!. (I told you, Belgium really is around the corner, and with the EU thing, you just drive along... No borders or anything). Albane worked in a cute little clothing store for kids, and she wanted to show me around. I really liked it!. Little town with great architecture, pretty downtown, and lovely feeling to it. We were lucky since there was some sort of Veggie-Fair, so we saw odd shaped carrots, pumpkins and potatoes... he he he. Albane was given a carrot, that was modded into becoming a flute, and it just became an item of amusement for days to come. I get the idea Belgium is a beautiful country.
... Was it Moins?. I really never know how to write this things... If you read "Moins" attempting to sound french, I believe the town's name sounded sort of like that. Heh. Anyway, we walked around, had a beer, and headed back to her place for dinner.
Raquellette!... (again, who cares about spelling?)... Yummy delicious thing... ** sigh ** At this point, stronger cheeses were growing on me, and I really enjoyed the concept of this slower meal... Although, for us was kind of fast!. We wanted to make it to the movies... The movie?... ** sigh **. No no no... After I read the book "The Perfume" I knew it was great, yet impossible to make a movie about it... Even Kubrick called it the "un-filmable book"... Scorsese and even Tim Burton considered, and thought better of it... They all were right... It was a good attempt I guess, but it fails horribly short, and at the end feels just... Ackward!.
He he he... Albane and her mom made a lot of fun of it... La la laaa...
That night we just came back after the movie and chilled. Albane, Xav and me had a silly conversation, and I made a drawing for Xav. It was going to be a cute drawing at first, about a guy hanging by a tree in a park. But then, I thought better and I cut his arms right off, made him sad, and untied his shoes!... He he he. It was horribly cute, and sad!!... The kid was sad because, since he had no arms, he couldn't tie his shoes and play with his dog... He he he...
I felt VERY shy when Xav wanted to show the drawing to her mom!... Not because it was a bad drawing, but because it portrayed a horribly black sense of humor!... O.o ... The mom loved it... He he he. ^__^
...
Sunday?... The time to meet her grandparents!!!... At this point I was already very comfortable with her mom and Xav (sister), joked and laughed a lot, and just silly good times. And I was really excited about meeting her grandparents because she had told me, many times, how important they were for her!... So... There we were.
They live further away from the city, in Mexico we would say "en el campo"... In a lovely house right next to a forest. And really, they are the nicest couple ever!. They had just come back from a trip, and they were tired... Yet they welcomed us with such a smile, and were so kind with Albane and Xav!... And me?, they made me feel quite welcomed too, talking and asking cool questions, etc. At this point, as much as I made mistakes, I just kept talking French as if I knew what I was doing... He he he. And my listening really isn't bad, so it was cool!.
Albane and I had a nice walk by the forest, we fed the chicken, and walked around looking for Deers... I believe we saw one, jumping far away... That, or a hare... Heh. The weather was beautiful and... It felt so good to be there.
Back in the house, we all chilled by the living room and had a warm drink. I had chocolate and tasty biscuits... At this point, we were just chatting away, talking about whatever, books, Mexico, my brother... I don't know!. And then, Albane's mom starts talking about the drawing I made for Xaviera!... O.o
She starts saying how great of a drawing it was, and how fast I had drawn it, and talking about my drawing skills as if I was so good!... (I was getting self conscious... of course!). What happened?... Well, her grandma had to see!... Of courrrse!.
She went to pick some paper, a pencil, and told me... "ok ok, now I have to see... Draw something for me!"... WHAT?!... O.o NOW I was self-conscious... ** sigh **
So, here I was, sitting on a chair with a blank piece of paper in front of me, a pencil, and an audience... Now, everyone who draws knows it's hard to come up with some cool idea to draw... Right?... It's even harder with 3 women looking at you with expectation!... and EVEN HARDER if this 3 women are your girl, her mom, and her mom's mom...
He he he...
Anyway... I decided to draw a cute little girl, crouching to point to a lady-bug... Why?... The reason is quite silly, but it was completely inspired on Albane. She had done something quite quite similar, in the exact same position, two times by now. Once in Edmonton, looking at a shinny beetle... he he he, and the other time in Fayence looking at a Mantis... Same cute position and expression of awe in her face... So, I drew a little girl version of that, and a lady-bug instead of a Mantis... More cute I though. :-P
Her grandma loved it!... I sighed with relief...
It seems, she liked it so much, and days after she kept showing it to the people that visited her house, saying it was me, Albane's boyfriend, who had done it... he he he. Albane told me this smiling with an expression of amusement and pride. Awww.
Later that day we stayed in her mom's place, some women came (mom's friends) and we all had drinks and snacks together. Good conversation and environment. At some point they said -bye- and we had dinner... YUMMY again... Tartiflette this time. ** sigh **. I knew I was going to miss this food. And the coffee, always good coffee in her house after each meal!!... And the garden!... Lovely garden in the back, quite large with swings!... YES!... SWINGS!!... He he he.
So, the time came to say "good-bye" and head back to Lille... I was almost sad to say "bye". They were so kind!
It was a great great weekend. I felt very happy with how everything was, and how I related with all the people I meet. And, having being around them, Mom, sister, grandparents and even her Dad, now I felt closer to Albane in a very nice way. ^__^
I drove back to Lille, Albane still had some Torticolis!... he he he.
That night, before bed, Albane told me she had talked to her mom, and she said I was such a great guy!...
Nice... I guess I did get the "thumbs up" at the end. ;-)
Friday, November 03, 2006
LET GO...
Let go...
Chill... It's ok... Just... Take a stance, and walk your path. Don't look back...
I said... DON'T LOOK BACK...
Regrets are bad... You've made your choice, it's the best one ever. It will lead to a good spot. You will be happy walking this path. But you have to let it fullfil you... Stop thinking about the Paths you've left behind, the lives you could have lived... Focus on the now... On the decision you've made and let it show you it was the BEST one ever...
Rest assured...
Really... You have nothing to worry about, just a heck of a lot of good times to look forward to.
... =)
Chill... It's ok... Just... Take a stance, and walk your path. Don't look back...
I said... DON'T LOOK BACK...
Regrets are bad... You've made your choice, it's the best one ever. It will lead to a good spot. You will be happy walking this path. But you have to let it fullfil you... Stop thinking about the Paths you've left behind, the lives you could have lived... Focus on the now... On the decision you've made and let it show you it was the BEST one ever...
Rest assured...
Really... You have nothing to worry about, just a heck of a lot of good times to look forward to.
... =)
A questions to the medically savy...
Why is it that, through the day, I can feel 'quite-ok' yet... When it's time to go to bed and SLEEP is when the flu really kicks in?!?!... As if, the goal of the damn thing is to deprive me of quality rest... Is it the laying down position?... Is it... Yeah... The laying down position?... O.o
... sigh ...
... sigh ...
Thursday, November 02, 2006
How to...
not choose from fear?...
I am in the midst of making a choice... That is good. Both paths seem interesting, no decision could really go wrong. This is the thing... I notice I am making the choice from a FEAR stand point... That sucks!.
Either the fear of loosing this, or the fear of loosing that... The fear of regrets for this, or that... O.o Fears suck... I want to make a choice that - feels good - just because it feels freaking good. Not because I am afraid to regret not taking it...
Just... Making everything shut up in my brain... And listen to the subtle whispers of my guts... And trust them. I usually do, and they usually turn out right... Now there is so much noise.
Heh... This should be easy... I usually just know what I want, and do it... I wonder why there is so much noise... Maybe I feel the choice will affect too much my life?. Maybe I should take it more careless, and be willing to jump into the abyss... See where I end up.
... Maybe I should read my self the Tarot. Heh.
Oh well... It will work out, as it always does... ^__^
I am in the midst of making a choice... That is good. Both paths seem interesting, no decision could really go wrong. This is the thing... I notice I am making the choice from a FEAR stand point... That sucks!.
Either the fear of loosing this, or the fear of loosing that... The fear of regrets for this, or that... O.o Fears suck... I want to make a choice that - feels good - just because it feels freaking good. Not because I am afraid to regret not taking it...
Just... Making everything shut up in my brain... And listen to the subtle whispers of my guts... And trust them. I usually do, and they usually turn out right... Now there is so much noise.
Heh... This should be easy... I usually just know what I want, and do it... I wonder why there is so much noise... Maybe I feel the choice will affect too much my life?. Maybe I should take it more careless, and be willing to jump into the abyss... See where I end up.
... Maybe I should read my self the Tarot. Heh.
Oh well... It will work out, as it always does... ^__^
Some days I wake up dreaming...
Lately, as my mom widely said, I have had a reason to be stressed and in mental conflict all the time... For too long now. There has a been a reason to worry, a choice to make... Am I looking for this?... ** sigh **
Canada is now cold... VERY cold... -16 kind of, and snow all over the place. Last year my brother was pissed of because, close to Christmas, Edmonton still was warm and snow had not find a way to stick around... They say this winter will be much harsher. Heh. I am NOT looking forward to it.
Anyway... I want some mental peace for once. Just... Chill and not think about choices, choices, choices... I have said, before, how much simpler life was when I was a kid... Just pick the flavor of ice-cream and the channel to watch the cartoons... Now, I have to pick Paths that will shape my life... And be able to do it with no regrets.
... And lately I really am not attracted to drink a lot... Heh. I think that night with Albane in France, when I got too drunk, has made me want to stay away from alcohol for a while. Which means I cannot avoid mental confusion with drunkenness... Gotta face it.
Heh... I have until Monday to make an interesting choice...
Sigh...
The good thing is that, once I make it... I will just stick to it and move on...
Right?
ps. Thanks friends, Albane, and family... that have been hearing waaaay too much about it all lately... But have lent an ear, and given good opinions about everything... Thanks Sergio for the opportunity, and thanks Jonathan for opening cool doors in my Masters project...
Really... I can't complain. My choices are all good, and they all lead to good places... I just have to let go of other paths, and commit to one.
... awesome song:
Have it All
- by Jeremy Kay
Some days I feel like crying
It don't matter if it's rain or shine
I feel like my heart was broken
At least a million times
Some days I wake up dreaming
Feels like I've never even woke
I answer life's big questions
As if it's one big joke
Maybe it's too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Carry on
Some days I feel like singing
I sit back and just groove the day away
Maybe pick up a guitar
And play what I want to play
Maybe it's too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Carry on
Today I feel like laughing
Seems to be no reason at all
And if the world stops spinning
I'm not afraid to fall
Maybe it's too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Maybe it's too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Carry on
Canada is now cold... VERY cold... -16 kind of, and snow all over the place. Last year my brother was pissed of because, close to Christmas, Edmonton still was warm and snow had not find a way to stick around... They say this winter will be much harsher. Heh. I am NOT looking forward to it.
Anyway... I want some mental peace for once. Just... Chill and not think about choices, choices, choices... I have said, before, how much simpler life was when I was a kid... Just pick the flavor of ice-cream and the channel to watch the cartoons... Now, I have to pick Paths that will shape my life... And be able to do it with no regrets.
... And lately I really am not attracted to drink a lot... Heh. I think that night with Albane in France, when I got too drunk, has made me want to stay away from alcohol for a while. Which means I cannot avoid mental confusion with drunkenness... Gotta face it.
Heh... I have until Monday to make an interesting choice...
Sigh...
The good thing is that, once I make it... I will just stick to it and move on...
Right?
ps. Thanks friends, Albane, and family... that have been hearing waaaay too much about it all lately... But have lent an ear, and given good opinions about everything... Thanks Sergio for the opportunity, and thanks Jonathan for opening cool doors in my Masters project...
Really... I can't complain. My choices are all good, and they all lead to good places... I just have to let go of other paths, and commit to one.
... awesome song:
Have it All
- by Jeremy Kay
Some days I feel like crying
It don't matter if it's rain or shine
I feel like my heart was broken
At least a million times
Some days I wake up dreaming
Feels like I've never even woke
I answer life's big questions
As if it's one big joke
Maybe it's too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Carry on
Some days I feel like singing
I sit back and just groove the day away
Maybe pick up a guitar
And play what I want to play
Maybe it's too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Carry on
Today I feel like laughing
Seems to be no reason at all
And if the world stops spinning
I'm not afraid to fall
Maybe it's too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Maybe it's too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We're gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Carry on
Monday, October 30, 2006
Part 7/10. Aside the facts...
So, what was going on in my mind?... Well... Stuff about school and what I wanted to really do with my life, my thesis project and how much I really wanted to pursue it, job offers, working in BC, moving to Mexico, or trying for Bioware... San Francisco?... Mostly though, what really matter, is that a great deal was going on in my heart... What was really going on with Albane, and where was it all going?... I felt confused, and at some point even upset... I was getting overwhelmed.
I was getting to know Albane so much more... It is one thing to go out with someone now and then, when there is the time. And another to just live together and be exposed to the person all the time. And while I was getting to know her more, I was questioning my self a lot of things... Not bad, not at all... I guess the -hardest- part was that I was discovering all this little cute facts that made me like her a lot. I felt very comfortable around her, her energy and warmth are really good for me!, and we had so much fun together and... ehem... yes... everything was VERY good!. ** wink **
Heh...
So... I was falling more for Albane and... My stupid romanticism, and caring, made me wonder so much about what was to happen when we said good bye... Whatever was to happen, I knew it my head it was ok and would be the best. But the uncertainty was affecting me, and all the cuteness and romance was making me feel so in love... Yet I was worrying that maybe I shouldn't be feeding on this feelings, that maybe I would feel hurt at the end and should start caring about detaching my self emotionally, and thinking about letting go... Bla bla bla...
This trip meant so much for me... Working like crazy through the summer to make money to afford it, learning French, and juggling life and shifting around -reality- so that me taking off from a month wouldn't be a horrible deal. I was, absolutely, not regretting being there and being living all the experiences I was living, knowing Albane more, and creating all this memories together... Going was the best thing I could have done.
It was just that it got overwhelming now and then... Yet, I did do my best to put this thoughts aside, and just enjoy my time while I was there... Sometimes I failed doing this, and my spacingout and -being distant- was obvious... This led to Albane asking me what was up... And to a couple of interesting conversations. We talked a lot, shared a lot... Both of us... About fears, and hope, and dreams and expectations in life... Different conversations, different ideas, different times...
They do say, being open and honest about feelings is the best thing ever... Communication is the key, and sometimes just acknowledging something, and letting it out, makes you feel a ton better... Over and over, I keep realizing how true this is.
** sigh **
I was getting to know Albane so much more... It is one thing to go out with someone now and then, when there is the time. And another to just live together and be exposed to the person all the time. And while I was getting to know her more, I was questioning my self a lot of things... Not bad, not at all... I guess the -hardest- part was that I was discovering all this little cute facts that made me like her a lot. I felt very comfortable around her, her energy and warmth are really good for me!, and we had so much fun together and... ehem... yes... everything was VERY good!. ** wink **
Heh...
So... I was falling more for Albane and... My stupid romanticism, and caring, made me wonder so much about what was to happen when we said good bye... Whatever was to happen, I knew it my head it was ok and would be the best. But the uncertainty was affecting me, and all the cuteness and romance was making me feel so in love... Yet I was worrying that maybe I shouldn't be feeding on this feelings, that maybe I would feel hurt at the end and should start caring about detaching my self emotionally, and thinking about letting go... Bla bla bla...
This trip meant so much for me... Working like crazy through the summer to make money to afford it, learning French, and juggling life and shifting around -reality- so that me taking off from a month wouldn't be a horrible deal. I was, absolutely, not regretting being there and being living all the experiences I was living, knowing Albane more, and creating all this memories together... Going was the best thing I could have done.
It was just that it got overwhelming now and then... Yet, I did do my best to put this thoughts aside, and just enjoy my time while I was there... Sometimes I failed doing this, and my spacingout and -being distant- was obvious... This led to Albane asking me what was up... And to a couple of interesting conversations. We talked a lot, shared a lot... Both of us... About fears, and hope, and dreams and expectations in life... Different conversations, different ideas, different times...
They do say, being open and honest about feelings is the best thing ever... Communication is the key, and sometimes just acknowledging something, and letting it out, makes you feel a ton better... Over and over, I keep realizing how true this is.
** sigh **
Part 6/10. A week in Lille
The last couple of weeks in France were more of 'working weeks', and just everyday life. Albane and I managed to have a lot of fun, and do a lot of travelling... But the truth is that reality was about to hit, and she had a lot of school work to do, and I needed to start putting my act together and get prepared a heck of a lot of stuff for my return to Canada.
This days we just hanged out in Lille, woke up early and tried to go to bed not as late... I spent a lot of time in the computer lab doing my thing, and Albane would show up every time she had a break, for a kiss or coffee if she had the time. The laptop room became kind of my place, and the spot where we would meet and she knew she could find me.
Our activities included, of course, having nice meals together, and going for a couple of beers. I LOVED eating Kebab, and there was a fun cheeses and wine night with her cousins. We had talked about organizing it the night before, and what I thought was going to be a night out with 4 people, became a small party filled with her family. It was fun!, the guys were very kind and again, I got to see I could communicate fairly well in French... Heh. At this point I was much more confident of it and, while I knew I made mistakes while I spoke, I knew I was getting my ideas across and I was getting what they were saying... Good enough for me!. He he he.
Wine was good, and some of the cheeses were good too... I understand more this French thing, heh... Its nice!. And the mix of cheese and wine in your mouth is pretty darn good, they go well together. Some cheeses though, were too much for me, too damn strong and smelly. Heh... Like 2 or 3 of them I had to pass on to Albane... He he he. She just laughed of course. We had a good night, and I believe she was very happy this time I didn't get drunk. O.o
Another of these nights, when Albane had a lot of work, I went out with the girlfriend of Benoit and some of her friends (which are Benoit's friends too). Benoit is currently in Edmonton studying as an exchange student, so he gave me a present to give his girl... Awwww. He he he. It was a fun night out with this people, a couple of beers, and we agreed to meet again before I returned to Canada. (A big motivation was that Amelie had forgotten what she wanted to send to Benoit!... he he he).
And so the days kept going... Feeling every day life, knowing more the little corners of the city... And living with Albane in a more day-to-day plan... It felt good. :-)
I have been mostly talking about facts, things we did, where and with whom... Yet, all this while, a lot of stuff was going on in my mind... sigh ... I may talk about this on the next post.
This days we just hanged out in Lille, woke up early and tried to go to bed not as late... I spent a lot of time in the computer lab doing my thing, and Albane would show up every time she had a break, for a kiss or coffee if she had the time. The laptop room became kind of my place, and the spot where we would meet and she knew she could find me.
Our activities included, of course, having nice meals together, and going for a couple of beers. I LOVED eating Kebab, and there was a fun cheeses and wine night with her cousins. We had talked about organizing it the night before, and what I thought was going to be a night out with 4 people, became a small party filled with her family. It was fun!, the guys were very kind and again, I got to see I could communicate fairly well in French... Heh. At this point I was much more confident of it and, while I knew I made mistakes while I spoke, I knew I was getting my ideas across and I was getting what they were saying... Good enough for me!. He he he.
Wine was good, and some of the cheeses were good too... I understand more this French thing, heh... Its nice!. And the mix of cheese and wine in your mouth is pretty darn good, they go well together. Some cheeses though, were too much for me, too damn strong and smelly. Heh... Like 2 or 3 of them I had to pass on to Albane... He he he. She just laughed of course. We had a good night, and I believe she was very happy this time I didn't get drunk. O.o
Another of these nights, when Albane had a lot of work, I went out with the girlfriend of Benoit and some of her friends (which are Benoit's friends too). Benoit is currently in Edmonton studying as an exchange student, so he gave me a present to give his girl... Awwww. He he he. It was a fun night out with this people, a couple of beers, and we agreed to meet again before I returned to Canada. (A big motivation was that Amelie had forgotten what she wanted to send to Benoit!... he he he).
And so the days kept going... Feeling every day life, knowing more the little corners of the city... And living with Albane in a more day-to-day plan... It felt good. :-)
I have been mostly talking about facts, things we did, where and with whom... Yet, all this while, a lot of stuff was going on in my mind... sigh ... I may talk about this on the next post.
Part 5/10. Paris (second half)
Now... Let me tell you about the little studio in which we were. Paris is crossed by the Sena river. Right around the middle, the oldest part I believe, has all this lovely places like the Boulevard Saint Michel, and Notre Dame for example. Right in the middle of Paris, the Sena river has two beautiful little Islands... We were in One of them. The Isle Saint Louis... One block away from Notre Dame, and in the center of just plain awesomeness!. GREAT PLACE... ** sigh **
We were very very lucky to be there.
We did so many things in Paris, ate such good food, had great coffees and visited so many places. Notre Dame, of course... And we went all the way up, with almost 500 steps in those ancient stairs... Saw the huge Bell that Cuasimodo used to ring on Victor Hugo's novel, and took great pictures of ancient scary gargoyles. In Saint Michael I tried Cous Cous for the first time in a lovely little place, and walked by the Sena, where many people sell VERY old books and nice art.
The first day, it seems, we were all about stairs!, so we went to Sacre Coeur too, and went all the way up again... It really is cool though, to see Paris from 'above' and from different angles. (Later we would go up the Eiffel Tower too). I really liked Sacre Coeur, and my favorite place in Paris was around the corner. Montmartre. Magical spot filled with artists and music. It seems, at some point, every artist decided to live there, so when you take the -petite train- that drive around, you are notified that "this is where X lived, this where Y lived, and in this coffe X used to hang out with Z"... bla bla bla. Where all this "letters" are names like Lautrec, Picasso and Van Goh.
Maybe... In about 15 years, I will go and put my own little coffee house with a Mexican touch in there... Heh. Who knows?... Western plastic art, music, great literature and philosophy... If they all seem to have a common place, it does seem to be Montmartre.
That night, we wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower, but we thought better... Every one goes there, no?. Deffinitelly the Museum of Erotism sounded like a better idea. ;-) Seven floors, filled with erotica, arts, antiques, and everything related to nakedness and sex... ** sigh **. Such lovely place. He he he.
Next day we went to the Castle of Versailles, and it's awesome gardens... Damn. Louis XIV did have an ego problem, or something huge to compensate... The castle it's self is cool, the architecture and everything. But of course, extremely Kitch and Barroque for my taste... Too many little things all over, too many paintings and gold in the walls... Heh. The gardens though?... I felt like I was walking on a fairy tale... That place is huge... HUGE. And just beautiful.
I think later we went to Champs Elysees, had a beer, and yes!... I saw the "Arch du Triumph" which was, to my disappointment, completely different to the one we have in Guadalajara. Heh... We went to see a movie around there. HORRIBLE SILLY BORING BAD IDEA!!!!!!!!!!... So yes, let me not elaborate on the movie. Heh. The good thing later that night, was going up the Eiffel Tower at night time, and see it all sparkly and shinny when the lights go on. (which happens, I believe, every hour or so).
Paris is a wonderful place... I love walking around cities that are older and have developed a personality by themselves. Paris is not great because of it's people, some of them are kind of cold and uncaring... Paris is great because the city is alive, organic, and vibrates with energy and magic. So much has happened in this place, for hundreds and hundreds of years. So much history, revolution, arts and bloodshed... All this past combined with the fashion and the style, and the multiculturality has turned it into a damn fine place.
And it was, of course, great to share it with Albane!. The places she knew, and how she knew to move around the Metro, RER, etc, made my experience 1,000 times better. Not only I had her to hold and kiss, heh... But I had her as my personal tour guide!. :-P
Damn I miss that food and those coffee places...
** sigh **
Time, as always, did ran out and we had to take the TGV back to Lille... Again, back to reality... I would need many many days to do everything I'd like to on a city like Paris... Life is long, and I'm still young I guess. No matter how many other times I visit the city though, and all the other places I may see... This memories will stick for good... Not only the places, but the company... The going back together to the cozy studio, laying in bed, and...
Yes... Good times.
We were very very lucky to be there.
We did so many things in Paris, ate such good food, had great coffees and visited so many places. Notre Dame, of course... And we went all the way up, with almost 500 steps in those ancient stairs... Saw the huge Bell that Cuasimodo used to ring on Victor Hugo's novel, and took great pictures of ancient scary gargoyles. In Saint Michael I tried Cous Cous for the first time in a lovely little place, and walked by the Sena, where many people sell VERY old books and nice art.
The first day, it seems, we were all about stairs!, so we went to Sacre Coeur too, and went all the way up again... It really is cool though, to see Paris from 'above' and from different angles. (Later we would go up the Eiffel Tower too). I really liked Sacre Coeur, and my favorite place in Paris was around the corner. Montmartre. Magical spot filled with artists and music. It seems, at some point, every artist decided to live there, so when you take the -petite train- that drive around, you are notified that "this is where X lived, this where Y lived, and in this coffe X used to hang out with Z"... bla bla bla. Where all this "letters" are names like Lautrec, Picasso and Van Goh.
Maybe... In about 15 years, I will go and put my own little coffee house with a Mexican touch in there... Heh. Who knows?... Western plastic art, music, great literature and philosophy... If they all seem to have a common place, it does seem to be Montmartre.
That night, we wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower, but we thought better... Every one goes there, no?. Deffinitelly the Museum of Erotism sounded like a better idea. ;-) Seven floors, filled with erotica, arts, antiques, and everything related to nakedness and sex... ** sigh **. Such lovely place. He he he.
Next day we went to the Castle of Versailles, and it's awesome gardens... Damn. Louis XIV did have an ego problem, or something huge to compensate... The castle it's self is cool, the architecture and everything. But of course, extremely Kitch and Barroque for my taste... Too many little things all over, too many paintings and gold in the walls... Heh. The gardens though?... I felt like I was walking on a fairy tale... That place is huge... HUGE. And just beautiful.
I think later we went to Champs Elysees, had a beer, and yes!... I saw the "Arch du Triumph" which was, to my disappointment, completely different to the one we have in Guadalajara. Heh... We went to see a movie around there. HORRIBLE SILLY BORING BAD IDEA!!!!!!!!!!... So yes, let me not elaborate on the movie. Heh. The good thing later that night, was going up the Eiffel Tower at night time, and see it all sparkly and shinny when the lights go on. (which happens, I believe, every hour or so).
Paris is a wonderful place... I love walking around cities that are older and have developed a personality by themselves. Paris is not great because of it's people, some of them are kind of cold and uncaring... Paris is great because the city is alive, organic, and vibrates with energy and magic. So much has happened in this place, for hundreds and hundreds of years. So much history, revolution, arts and bloodshed... All this past combined with the fashion and the style, and the multiculturality has turned it into a damn fine place.
And it was, of course, great to share it with Albane!. The places she knew, and how she knew to move around the Metro, RER, etc, made my experience 1,000 times better. Not only I had her to hold and kiss, heh... But I had her as my personal tour guide!. :-P
Damn I miss that food and those coffee places...
** sigh **
Time, as always, did ran out and we had to take the TGV back to Lille... Again, back to reality... I would need many many days to do everything I'd like to on a city like Paris... Life is long, and I'm still young I guess. No matter how many other times I visit the city though, and all the other places I may see... This memories will stick for good... Not only the places, but the company... The going back together to the cozy studio, laying in bed, and...
Yes... Good times.
Part 5/10. Paris (first half)
... I already said. On the train to Paris, I felt VERY VERY sick...
VERY...
We were to leave the very next day after my drunken stupidity, a little late because Albane had some stuff to do at her school... But that only meant I had more time to clean all the mess I made in her place... And the walls... And...
... damn... bad times.
Anyway, in the train she made a lot of fun of me, and I deserved it. Once in Paris, we got to the place where we were going to stay, and right away got ready to go out. We had a reservation for the Moulin Rouge, and there was no time to loose!. We dressed fancy for the show, I had a nice shirt, tie and all, and Albane looked quite damn good. We were just a good looking couple. ;-) Which was funny, because we decided to grab some food at 'Quick', which is a fast food place like McDonalds that I have only seen in France so far. So there, with all our fanciness, we looked very out of place.
Food was decent, and it made me feel a thousand times better... Since I arrived to France I had a little bracelet for Albane, cool one that I got for her in Mexico, and for what she was wearing and all, I decided it was a good time to give it to her. :-) She loved it!. (And yes, she looks very good with it... Matches so well her style and colors ^__^ ).
... Moulin Rouge?... Well, first we should talk about the zone where it is. The Red Light District?, or... I don't know how you'd call it. But it's all surrounded by prostitutes, sex shops, sex shows, peep shows, neon lights, and sex sex sex... The Museum of Erotism is just two blocks away, and... The whole environment is quite... Ehem... Enticing.
If I still felt a little bad from the night before, the Moulin Rouge took it all away. It's a great fun show, set up in a cool theater, and I just couldn't believe I was with such a cool girl. Albane took me there for my birthday, and... ** sigh **. She is cool.
In the show they gave us a nice large bottle of Champagne... Which I declined to drink at all, since I was still holding a grudge against alcohol. But that only cause that Albane had to drink it all, and she got quite funny her self. Heh. Not bad at all!, but awfully jolly and smiley and joking... He he he.
The show is just a bunch of dances tied together with a loose theme, but it's flashy, and shiny, and sexy and impressive. Between all the dancing, there are performers, a Mime, a great percussionist, and the typical two gay guys that carry around each other and do impressive things that seem way too easy when they do them.
... sigh ...
GREAT SHOW!.
After it, we just went back to the little Studio in which we were staying, the next day we were to have a loooong day, and we could sure use a good night of sleep. (Again, drunken night didn't let any of us get much rest the night before... heh).
Sunday, October 29, 2006
"Intersting times" is,
inded, not an interesting title for a post. Actually, I am sure a quick search would show me that I have used it several times before. Either way, it suits.
I am on a plane, again, this time flying back to Canada, after a couple of overwhelming days in San Francisco... I was flown there by a very cool Start Up company called Slide, founded by Max Levchin. The company range of services it's growing, it seems to be going on a cool direction, and they need good people in their team. :-)
Honest, I did sign an NDA (non disclosure agreement), so I don't know how much about the whole thing and interviewing process I should say. Heh... The whole thing though, was pretty darn cool, as exhausting as it may be. As an experience alone, to be talking and hanging out with the Sylicon Valley guys, right when the 2nd bubble is going on in the craziness of Web 2.0, was just fun. Meeting one of the founders of Paypal, and hear about all this cool projects, meet people who got rich all of a sudden because of the YouTube deal, etc... It's all happening there. You read about this deals, and this people and sites... Here you meet them and hang out with them and see the whole thing more for what it really is...
At slide I bumped into a cool team filled with young passionate people, that know their stuff, and want to make stuff happen. I was lucky too, and happened to be there to celebrate the birthday of one of them, and during a picnic kick-ball game between the guys from Slide and the guys from Yelp.
... What comes next?...
On verais, as they say in French. Will I get a job offer?. I don't know... At this point, I am grateful I lived the experience as it is. If I do get the offer... Some sleepless nights are to come. Will I drop out from the masters?. What happens with my TA contract?, What happens with my apartment's lease and even all my stuff?!... He he he... I didn't realize how settled I am already in Edmonton, until I started thinking that it may be time to leave the place... If the offer is solid enough, it could well be time to move on...
... It's all speculation now though. Tomorrow people from Mexico are visiting, and I hear there may be an interesting job offer for a project that starts Fall 2007, and Monday I meet with my possible new supervisors for the masters, and start working on this new Thesis project, while the Company to which I work in BC, wants me to get more involved with the Flash development in their new generation of products... O.o
AHHHHHHHHHH... All this things going on... I should stop thinking about all this, and plan what I will wear in a few hours for the Halloween party in Edmonton. :-P Now THAT is a short term priority... ;-)
Can't complain though, my life, as I said, is never boring... And having many options and things to chose from, is a much greater problem than been unemployed and without a spot to move on to...
Mmmmh... It may soon be time to close this computer, the plane seems to be getting close to Calgary already.
Cheers people...
Good vibes as usual, and a smile.
I am on a plane, again, this time flying back to Canada, after a couple of overwhelming days in San Francisco... I was flown there by a very cool Start Up company called Slide, founded by Max Levchin. The company range of services it's growing, it seems to be going on a cool direction, and they need good people in their team. :-)
Honest, I did sign an NDA (non disclosure agreement), so I don't know how much about the whole thing and interviewing process I should say. Heh... The whole thing though, was pretty darn cool, as exhausting as it may be. As an experience alone, to be talking and hanging out with the Sylicon Valley guys, right when the 2nd bubble is going on in the craziness of Web 2.0, was just fun. Meeting one of the founders of Paypal, and hear about all this cool projects, meet people who got rich all of a sudden because of the YouTube deal, etc... It's all happening there. You read about this deals, and this people and sites... Here you meet them and hang out with them and see the whole thing more for what it really is...
At slide I bumped into a cool team filled with young passionate people, that know their stuff, and want to make stuff happen. I was lucky too, and happened to be there to celebrate the birthday of one of them, and during a picnic kick-ball game between the guys from Slide and the guys from Yelp.
... What comes next?...
On verais, as they say in French. Will I get a job offer?. I don't know... At this point, I am grateful I lived the experience as it is. If I do get the offer... Some sleepless nights are to come. Will I drop out from the masters?. What happens with my TA contract?, What happens with my apartment's lease and even all my stuff?!... He he he... I didn't realize how settled I am already in Edmonton, until I started thinking that it may be time to leave the place... If the offer is solid enough, it could well be time to move on...
... It's all speculation now though. Tomorrow people from Mexico are visiting, and I hear there may be an interesting job offer for a project that starts Fall 2007, and Monday I meet with my possible new supervisors for the masters, and start working on this new Thesis project, while the Company to which I work in BC, wants me to get more involved with the Flash development in their new generation of products... O.o
AHHHHHHHHHH... All this things going on... I should stop thinking about all this, and plan what I will wear in a few hours for the Halloween party in Edmonton. :-P Now THAT is a short term priority... ;-)
Can't complain though, my life, as I said, is never boring... And having many options and things to chose from, is a much greater problem than been unemployed and without a spot to move on to...
Mmmmh... It may soon be time to close this computer, the plane seems to be getting close to Calgary already.
Cheers people...
Good vibes as usual, and a smile.
Part 4/10. Brugge and horrible drunkness
Coming back from the South, we had a couple of days to hang out in Lille. Albane had a presentation in one of her classes, some school work, and I had the chance to be around her school with my laptop attempting to work. And I say -attempting- because, it seems mostly what I did was writing emails, reading them... Posting... Watching 'comedy central' clips... And... Things of the sort.
When I am not motivated I am a HORRIBLE procrastinator... And honestly, during this time I certainly was. It was 'good' though, it helped me notice something was not quite right. I remembered how, when I really get into something, I can stay working on it for +14 hours... All the way through the night, and really enjoy it. Working hard on a cool project, in a sort of trance and making things happen. This though, only has happened with cool - fun projects, Multimedia, stuff at innox, and back in the Karaokulta days, with Eve and Jeziel the comic making magic... Anyway, then I was motivated... At this time, I wasn't. Heh.
No big deal, Albane really didn't have a lot to do, so she was done early and that gave us the chance to get lost walking around little streets, go for a drink and have cool chats. I took many silly pictures during this times, some with my camera, most with my mind. It was nice to just chill and hang out, watch a TV series and make dinner.
Thursday came along, and with it, Belgium!. :-)
Lille is only about 30 minutes away from Belgium, and Brugge, one of the most beautiful cities ever, is right around the corner. I don't know if Albane had a class or not, I think she kind of skipped it. Heh. Maybe it was Spanish, and she was getting enough practice with me. :-P One way or the other, we went there. For years I had heard about Brugge and how great it was... At first, it didn't seem to match my expectations...
Then, it surpassed them. It only took a little while of walking around and realizing any single corner is picture worth... The architecture is just lovely, all the Chocolateries, the Waffles, and the rivers and canals going through the city. They call it "Venice of the North"... I have never been to Venice, but for the pictures I have seen, I think Brugge beats it. It has that harder medieval look to it, gray and brown and large bricks and walls... Bars, coffee shops, and awesome food. I tried some typical food in a restaurant by the plaza, along with my Belgium Beer... Best times ever.
This time Albane drove, THAT was fun. He he he. After me driving all the time around the South, it was a good change to be just the passenger.
We came back to Lille the same day, and that night Albane arranged to meet some of her cousins. I was nervous... First sort of -meet the family- experience. We were meeting with Vianey, who she totally loves, and I really hoped I could get along with him and his girl. This is kind of how things went...
ARGH...
... HORRIBLE... I was the most horrible, worstest drunken night EVER IN MY LIFE at the end made it all worst... I got ... And the lot of you know, I have had some very interesting ones. But DAMN... I had never felt so sick before. I did drink a lot of beer, but it just hit me in a horrible way. And the green minty liquorsoooooo sick and made such a horrible mess... ** sigh ** ... And not only in her toilet. :-(
At this point I was sure Albane hated me or something like this... I mean, she had the right... But no!, she didn't hate me. She was understanding and patient. Was she happy about it?. Heh... Of course not... But she really didn't give me a hard time, other than in a fun jokingly way. Too bad I wasn't up for jokes... That drunken night was a waste of MOST of my next day...
** sigh ** Anyway... More about that in the next post. But yes, going in the train to Paris was NOT fun while hang over and with my stomach crying with pain and nausea... Heh.
ps. I did have a lot of fun with Albane's cousins, Vianey and Lori Anne (lorianne?) were a lot of fun, cool, and it was a great night altogether. I spoke mostly in French all the time, and was able to do it!. And... Thank God, we all drank so I wasn't the only one. Another time that I meet them, Albane told them how I got and it was the reason of good laughs and pats in the back. Heh... As horrible as the end of the night was, it was a good time with them, and a lovely day in Brugge... Just a bad bad bad way to end it. O.o
When I am not motivated I am a HORRIBLE procrastinator... And honestly, during this time I certainly was. It was 'good' though, it helped me notice something was not quite right. I remembered how, when I really get into something, I can stay working on it for +14 hours... All the way through the night, and really enjoy it. Working hard on a cool project, in a sort of trance and making things happen. This though, only has happened with cool - fun projects, Multimedia, stuff at innox, and back in the Karaokulta days, with Eve and Jeziel the comic making magic... Anyway, then I was motivated... At this time, I wasn't. Heh.
No big deal, Albane really didn't have a lot to do, so she was done early and that gave us the chance to get lost walking around little streets, go for a drink and have cool chats. I took many silly pictures during this times, some with my camera, most with my mind. It was nice to just chill and hang out, watch a TV series and make dinner.
Thursday came along, and with it, Belgium!. :-)
Lille is only about 30 minutes away from Belgium, and Brugge, one of the most beautiful cities ever, is right around the corner. I don't know if Albane had a class or not, I think she kind of skipped it. Heh. Maybe it was Spanish, and she was getting enough practice with me. :-P One way or the other, we went there. For years I had heard about Brugge and how great it was... At first, it didn't seem to match my expectations...
Then, it surpassed them. It only took a little while of walking around and realizing any single corner is picture worth... The architecture is just lovely, all the Chocolateries, the Waffles, and the rivers and canals going through the city. They call it "Venice of the North"... I have never been to Venice, but for the pictures I have seen, I think Brugge beats it. It has that harder medieval look to it, gray and brown and large bricks and walls... Bars, coffee shops, and awesome food. I tried some typical food in a restaurant by the plaza, along with my Belgium Beer... Best times ever.
This time Albane drove, THAT was fun. He he he. After me driving all the time around the South, it was a good change to be just the passenger.
We came back to Lille the same day, and that night Albane arranged to meet some of her cousins. I was nervous... First sort of -meet the family- experience. We were meeting with Vianey, who she totally loves, and I really hoped I could get along with him and his girl. This is kind of how things went...
good idea: meet Albane's cousins.
bad idea: being too nervous about it.
good idea: having a beer with them.
bad idea: having TOO MANY beers with them.
good idea: go back to their place.
bad idea: go back to their place... to KEEP DRINKING.
good idea: go back to Albane's place.
bad idea: not even remembering how I ended up back in her place.
good idea: go to the toilet, to feel 'a tad' better.
bad idea: redecorate albane's apartment with... ehem...
make a mess all over the place...
ARGH...
... HORRIBLE... I was the most horrible, worstest drunken night EVER IN MY LIFE at the end made it all worst... I got ... And the lot of you know, I have had some very interesting ones. But DAMN... I had never felt so sick before. I did drink a lot of beer, but it just hit me in a horrible way. And the green minty liquorsoooooo sick and made such a horrible mess... ** sigh ** ... And not only in her toilet. :-(
At this point I was sure Albane hated me or something like this... I mean, she had the right... But no!, she didn't hate me. She was understanding and patient. Was she happy about it?. Heh... Of course not... But she really didn't give me a hard time, other than in a fun jokingly way. Too bad I wasn't up for jokes... That drunken night was a waste of MOST of my next day...
** sigh ** Anyway... More about that in the next post. But yes, going in the train to Paris was NOT fun while hang over and with my stomach crying with pain and nausea... Heh.
ps. I did have a lot of fun with Albane's cousins, Vianey and Lori Anne (lorianne?) were a lot of fun, cool, and it was a great night altogether. I spoke mostly in French all the time, and was able to do it!. And... Thank God, we all drank so I wasn't the only one. Another time that I meet them, Albane told them how I got and it was the reason of good laughs and pats in the back. Heh... As horrible as the end of the night was, it was a good time with them, and a lovely day in Brugge... Just a bad bad bad way to end it. O.o
Thursday, October 26, 2006
If you are going...
... to San Franciscooooo...
Silly song keeps playing in my head... I am on a plane to San Francisco, and thrilled and nervous. I am applying for a job that, although I am suited for it, it's been a couple of years that I have done something serious in the area. There was a time in which csszengarden was my homepage, and ALA was my daily reading. I liked that stuff!. Yet, lately I have been working more with Flash and all this things... Anyway...
I have read more than I could chew in the past few hours, and slept much less than what I should have for such a round of interviews and jumping around airports. All I can do right now is relax, and hope for the best. Connect with this people and let the best come from this experience. Either way, I am going to a new city for me!, and I am meeting a good old friend... Good times are ahead this next couple of days.
... Heh.
Let's see how this goes.
ps. I am writing this, while on the plane...
The plane is not flying too high, I can see a lot of cool mountains under us, and the Pacific at my right... :-) Coming down from Vancouver to San Francisco, I guess you gotta have the sea as the next seat passenger.
Silly song keeps playing in my head... I am on a plane to San Francisco, and thrilled and nervous. I am applying for a job that, although I am suited for it, it's been a couple of years that I have done something serious in the area. There was a time in which csszengarden was my homepage, and ALA was my daily reading. I liked that stuff!. Yet, lately I have been working more with Flash and all this things... Anyway...
I have read more than I could chew in the past few hours, and slept much less than what I should have for such a round of interviews and jumping around airports. All I can do right now is relax, and hope for the best. Connect with this people and let the best come from this experience. Either way, I am going to a new city for me!, and I am meeting a good old friend... Good times are ahead this next couple of days.
... Heh.
Let's see how this goes.
ps. I am writing this, while on the plane...
The plane is not flying too high, I can see a lot of cool mountains under us, and the Pacific at my right... :-) Coming down from Vancouver to San Francisco, I guess you gotta have the sea as the next seat passenger.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Days of hassle...
Since I came back to Canada, I have felt... Mmmh... A tad stressed. It has been awesome to meet again with great people and friends, hugs, smiles, cheering and singing. As much as I have only been in Canada for a little over a year, coming back felt almost like coming home.
Don't get me started on that though... The concept of 'home' is ever more confusing in my head, all the traveling, and the experiences in all this places with all this people, make a physical home hard to point... Maybe at the end home is, indeed, a state of mind that we carry around with us. A sense of belonging that we allow our selves to feel after a time of recognition, and once we know our way around places... Once we know it's people and we learn to call some of them 'friends'.
The first Karaoke night, last week, I saw all these guys again and ** sigh **. It felt nice... All the hugs, questions and good vibes... Yes yes, I was the center of attention. Heh... But they made me feel welcomed and much less alone.
... Either way, I am floating in a sea of uncertainty... And I DON'T LIKE IT. A chunk of my future is being shaped up during this days, and there are many paths... All of them good and interesting, yet none of the solid just yet. Job opportunities, interesting new directions with my masters, maybe changing departments and supervisors, working more in arts... Getting a job instead?. But my masters!, I have worked so much for it already... Going back to México?, staying in Canada or... USA?!?!... Come on!, after Chigado I said 'i would never live at USA'... I miss France and it's little streets and coffee houses... I miss her.
I have gotten lost in sodoku, heh... And reading Anansi Boys, anything to keep me from thinking, or focusing, on all the confusion happening in my head... My life has, indeed, not been boring in a long time!. Always fun stuff to share and talk about... But really, for once... I crave for certainty and to feel things will be the way they are at least for a few months...
... sigh...
By the way, tomorrow I am going to San Francisco for a job interview!... I am NERVOUS... Scared, excited... Thanks Sergio, no matter what happens, thanks!
See?... A LOT... a lot going on... And life seems to, well, it will be like this for a tad... Until I finish my masters I guess, and decide on the step to follow... The country, the job... ** sigh **. I guess I better get used to uncertainty... I have the feeling that, later on in life, I may miss it.
cheers!
ps. I will keep posting about France!... Promise. I just needed to vent and let all this out...
Don't get me started on that though... The concept of 'home' is ever more confusing in my head, all the traveling, and the experiences in all this places with all this people, make a physical home hard to point... Maybe at the end home is, indeed, a state of mind that we carry around with us. A sense of belonging that we allow our selves to feel after a time of recognition, and once we know our way around places... Once we know it's people and we learn to call some of them 'friends'.
The first Karaoke night, last week, I saw all these guys again and ** sigh **. It felt nice... All the hugs, questions and good vibes... Yes yes, I was the center of attention. Heh... But they made me feel welcomed and much less alone.
... Either way, I am floating in a sea of uncertainty... And I DON'T LIKE IT. A chunk of my future is being shaped up during this days, and there are many paths... All of them good and interesting, yet none of the solid just yet. Job opportunities, interesting new directions with my masters, maybe changing departments and supervisors, working more in arts... Getting a job instead?. But my masters!, I have worked so much for it already... Going back to México?, staying in Canada or... USA?!?!... Come on!, after Chigado I said 'i would never live at USA'... I miss France and it's little streets and coffee houses... I miss her.
I have gotten lost in sodoku, heh... And reading Anansi Boys, anything to keep me from thinking, or focusing, on all the confusion happening in my head... My life has, indeed, not been boring in a long time!. Always fun stuff to share and talk about... But really, for once... I crave for certainty and to feel things will be the way they are at least for a few months...
... sigh...
By the way, tomorrow I am going to San Francisco for a job interview!... I am NERVOUS... Scared, excited... Thanks Sergio, no matter what happens, thanks!
See?... A LOT... a lot going on... And life seems to, well, it will be like this for a tad... Until I finish my masters I guess, and decide on the step to follow... The country, the job... ** sigh **. I guess I better get used to uncertainty... I have the feeling that, later on in life, I may miss it.
cheers!
ps. I will keep posting about France!... Promise. I just needed to vent and let all this out...
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Part 3/10. Chilling in the French Riviera...
The title of this post sounds cool... Well, because it was. France seems to be a country that just has enough of everything, and in good quality. From forest, to beaches, to mountains with snow, passing through Cosmopolitan cities and cute little towns.
Or... "almost" cute little towns. What turns this places into hellholes is the driving bit. Driving down the South of France defies logic, and the way things happen although they shouldn't is enough material for a tale by Michael Ende... Maybe, he was thinking about France when he wrote about that small car that had it's garage inside, since it's so hard to find parking spots.
Roads are small... Very small... One car can have a hard time fitting through it... BUT... There are many cars, coming BOTH WAYS... Not only this, but for some reason people decided to set a coffee shop right next to the road, and there is always someone that thinks its a great idea to sit almost in the middle of the road to have an espresso and smoke... O.o
So, you are driving next to a cliff, in a very small road, while a huge truck is coming towards you... And then?... PUM... Magic... It works out and traffic flows. Of course, this kept me stressed... But not as stressed as Albane I am guessing... Heh... Sometimes I didn't know if I was more scared of the road and traffic, or the way Albane reacted to it... sigh. Girls!.
...
Anyway... We took the TGV to get to the south, and in Aix en Provence, we were to head down to the town where our hotel was. We arrived too late though, and had to spend the night in Aix... This was quite complex, since we had no hotel, and they all seemed to be booked. Yet, a great lady helped us, walked us to a section with many hotels, and we had good luck in one. It was all booked, but the manager was very kind and called several until he got us a room and a way to get there. Then I realized French people are actually nice and kind!. He he he.
The next day, we took off to Fayence. We stayed in a beautiful place, actually we stayed here. There was a great spa section, beautiful pool, fancy bar and restaurant area, etc. Our place was big, like a small house, with two floors, bathrooms, rooms, living room and general fanciness. Lovely little spot. Besides, we rented a car... So we drove around many places almost every day.
Now is when this post can become "too much"... Since I remember fun little details from each of these days. So, I should just say it was good times. Good times to be around all this places, surrounded by Vineyards, sunny days and blue skies. We were around Grasse, Cannes, Nice, St. Tropez... Driving was nice because of the landscapes, and each of this cities has a special flavor and I keep great memories from all.
It was cool as well to do grocery shopping with Albane, cooking, and all this things. Just get to know her so much. Being together 24-7, just the two of us, driving and all, made us really get to know each other more, and it was cool. It wasn't always great, as it is bound to happen in human relations... But things always ran smoothly, and petite conflicts where solved.
I tried awesome food, and had great times. Of all the places, I believe I liked Cannes the most. Although I wish we have had more time in Aix en Provence... Cannes was fun, I liked the sea, the beach, the place and the vibe... We had good food, coffee, and later in the evening a beer. The place is fancy, of course, but nice and cool too.
Nice is lovely, but the beach has waaaay too many stones, he he he... I liked the walkway along the beach. And St. Tropez?... Great crepes... And nice little town, yet... Too much for me. I didn't feel relaxed, or that I could just chill or enjoy it. It is very superficial, and very money centered... Good for some, not for me. We went to a beach in there though that was fun... Heh. Nice place, and a couple was doing "interesting" stuff in a sort of floating platform right out in the open, in front of the beach... He he he. That was amusing.
The last day was rainy, we had much laundry stuff to do, and we really had not enjoyed being in a Spa resort for all the traveling every day... So we decided to stay inside and use the Aquarama... Best times ever. Being in such a nice relaxed place is great by itself, being in such place with her?... Nice, chilling, relaxing, but add sexy too. ;-)
... the time came to come back... Check out, drop back the car, and head back to Lille... It was sad!. We had such a good time, and just really close and intimate... It felt great... During this came, Albane became a great real woman for me. She was no longer a concept, or the girl I had conceived in my head... I knew her more, together with all her little quirks that drove me insane... At the same time, I knew all this little things that I found cute and adorable...
I wasn't only getting to know France... I was getting to know her... ^__^
The memories of the places, the corners, the imagery, scents and tastes are great... The memories of her smiles, and eyes, and good times, little laughs and even little arguments, are great too... And, the real magic of this week stays in those details... And really, I wouldn't know how to put them in words...
How to write about what it feels to be walking among fields with real lavender, and the scent in the air?... Holding her hand?... The little silly joy of buying groceries and laughing as we make some stupid joke about lettuce, or just how nice it felt to chill in the sofa, while having wine and watching some TV... How going to bed every night next to her...
Yes... I really don't know how to write all this down properly... So I will stop the post here... And think more... Maybe, I will edit if the 'inspiration fairy' hits me in a better way... Either way, South of France, great memories and smiles.
Or... "almost" cute little towns. What turns this places into hellholes is the driving bit. Driving down the South of France defies logic, and the way things happen although they shouldn't is enough material for a tale by Michael Ende... Maybe, he was thinking about France when he wrote about that small car that had it's garage inside, since it's so hard to find parking spots.
Roads are small... Very small... One car can have a hard time fitting through it... BUT... There are many cars, coming BOTH WAYS... Not only this, but for some reason people decided to set a coffee shop right next to the road, and there is always someone that thinks its a great idea to sit almost in the middle of the road to have an espresso and smoke... O.o
So, you are driving next to a cliff, in a very small road, while a huge truck is coming towards you... And then?... PUM... Magic... It works out and traffic flows. Of course, this kept me stressed... But not as stressed as Albane I am guessing... Heh... Sometimes I didn't know if I was more scared of the road and traffic, or the way Albane reacted to it... sigh. Girls!.
...
Anyway... We took the TGV to get to the south, and in Aix en Provence, we were to head down to the town where our hotel was. We arrived too late though, and had to spend the night in Aix... This was quite complex, since we had no hotel, and they all seemed to be booked. Yet, a great lady helped us, walked us to a section with many hotels, and we had good luck in one. It was all booked, but the manager was very kind and called several until he got us a room and a way to get there. Then I realized French people are actually nice and kind!. He he he.
The next day, we took off to Fayence. We stayed in a beautiful place, actually we stayed here. There was a great spa section, beautiful pool, fancy bar and restaurant area, etc. Our place was big, like a small house, with two floors, bathrooms, rooms, living room and general fanciness. Lovely little spot. Besides, we rented a car... So we drove around many places almost every day.
Now is when this post can become "too much"... Since I remember fun little details from each of these days. So, I should just say it was good times. Good times to be around all this places, surrounded by Vineyards, sunny days and blue skies. We were around Grasse, Cannes, Nice, St. Tropez... Driving was nice because of the landscapes, and each of this cities has a special flavor and I keep great memories from all.
It was cool as well to do grocery shopping with Albane, cooking, and all this things. Just get to know her so much. Being together 24-7, just the two of us, driving and all, made us really get to know each other more, and it was cool. It wasn't always great, as it is bound to happen in human relations... But things always ran smoothly, and petite conflicts where solved.
I tried awesome food, and had great times. Of all the places, I believe I liked Cannes the most. Although I wish we have had more time in Aix en Provence... Cannes was fun, I liked the sea, the beach, the place and the vibe... We had good food, coffee, and later in the evening a beer. The place is fancy, of course, but nice and cool too.
Nice is lovely, but the beach has waaaay too many stones, he he he... I liked the walkway along the beach. And St. Tropez?... Great crepes... And nice little town, yet... Too much for me. I didn't feel relaxed, or that I could just chill or enjoy it. It is very superficial, and very money centered... Good for some, not for me. We went to a beach in there though that was fun... Heh. Nice place, and a couple was doing "interesting" stuff in a sort of floating platform right out in the open, in front of the beach... He he he. That was amusing.
The last day was rainy, we had much laundry stuff to do, and we really had not enjoyed being in a Spa resort for all the traveling every day... So we decided to stay inside and use the Aquarama... Best times ever. Being in such a nice relaxed place is great by itself, being in such place with her?... Nice, chilling, relaxing, but add sexy too. ;-)
... the time came to come back... Check out, drop back the car, and head back to Lille... It was sad!. We had such a good time, and just really close and intimate... It felt great... During this came, Albane became a great real woman for me. She was no longer a concept, or the girl I had conceived in my head... I knew her more, together with all her little quirks that drove me insane... At the same time, I knew all this little things that I found cute and adorable...
I wasn't only getting to know France... I was getting to know her... ^__^
The memories of the places, the corners, the imagery, scents and tastes are great... The memories of her smiles, and eyes, and good times, little laughs and even little arguments, are great too... And, the real magic of this week stays in those details... And really, I wouldn't know how to put them in words...
How to write about what it feels to be walking among fields with real lavender, and the scent in the air?... Holding her hand?... The little silly joy of buying groceries and laughing as we make some stupid joke about lettuce, or just how nice it felt to chill in the sofa, while having wine and watching some TV... How going to bed every night next to her...
Yes... I really don't know how to write all this down properly... So I will stop the post here... And think more... Maybe, I will edit if the 'inspiration fairy' hits me in a better way... Either way, South of France, great memories and smiles.
Part 2/10. The long dreamt hug...
Distance is merciless with love... And it makes a great job destroying relationships. Yet, sometimes distance makes hearts grow fonder of each other and closer together. And that "freedom" to explore, makes you realize you don't really want something else... Distance as well, makes you create an idealized version of the loved one... She (or he), becomes a beautiful concept of your day dreams...
... I was not worried about how tired I may look, and the whole jet-lag thing... At this point, after 10 hours sitting on a plane, I was quite aware I smelled funny and was not in my best shape... I didn't mind.
I was worried about the clash between the Albane of my dreams, and the one I was about to have in front... I had been with the Albane from dreamland and my spacing out times for almost 5 months, while the "real" one I got to be around just a couple in Canada... The "idea" versus the "materia" Albane where about to have a rendez-vous.
Came out of the plane... Everything in french. Hearing the microphones giving directions in french made me smile so much, and realize that yes... I was in France. I smiled, even more, because I could understand everything. I said to my self "maybe this past months self-teaching me french will come in handy".
Heart started to pound stronger... Faster.
She would be across that big door after baggage claim...
breath in...
breath out...
chill...
go to the bathroom, shape up a tad...
brush those teeth
...
You have the luggage... Just freaking cross that door!
... I did.
She wasn't there... My plane was earlier, her train was to arrive in a few minutes.
Tic... Tac... HORRIBLE WAIT AND ANTICIPATION...
I dreamt so much about this moment, how will it feel?. How will it match my expectations?...
Tic... Tac...
OMG... Here she comes!...
Damn, she's hot... This feels weird, she is smiling at me...
... HUG... Hug?... I AM HUGGING HER... awwwww
... sigh ...
Yes... It felt weird. I had been "warned" by many of how this happens after time of separation, the very first time of meeting again, is like an ackward shock...
Tic... tac... Ackwardness wearing off... Having her head against my shoulder on the train feels great. Her smile is even better on real person, and my hands still match hers when they hold.
Back in her place... Ackwardness?... Meh... It felt as nice, and logical and natural, as it had felt before... And even better, with the excitement of being together. The excitement of being in France...
... The excitement of being with her in her bed... Jet lag?... Well... I guess I wasn't that tired. ;-)
...
I arrived in a Sunday at 3:00 pm... We had time to chill, relax, eat something... Had a good chat, walk, and time to lay together in bed and smile... It really was sweet to be there, feeling problems far away, and just enjoying the scent of her hair and the look of her eyes. You know how eyes smile?... Hers do in a pretty cool way.
Monday was my time to get acquainted with Lille and it's downtown... Albane's school, and know some of the people in her life. It was cool since she was introducing me around, and people would be like "ah!, you are Héctor from México!, that is why Albane is smiling so much!". I had heard so much about her school, friends, and all this places where she works or eats... Now, walking around them for real, had quite the surreal taste.
In downtown we had a beer... It was an altogether cool relaxing day, cooking some dinner and enjoying being around each other... IT WAS GREAT.
The next day?... Ok!... Time to take off to the South of France and quite the adventure for almost a week!...
... I was not worried about how tired I may look, and the whole jet-lag thing... At this point, after 10 hours sitting on a plane, I was quite aware I smelled funny and was not in my best shape... I didn't mind.
I was worried about the clash between the Albane of my dreams, and the one I was about to have in front... I had been with the Albane from dreamland and my spacing out times for almost 5 months, while the "real" one I got to be around just a couple in Canada... The "idea" versus the "materia" Albane where about to have a rendez-vous.
Came out of the plane... Everything in french. Hearing the microphones giving directions in french made me smile so much, and realize that yes... I was in France. I smiled, even more, because I could understand everything. I said to my self "maybe this past months self-teaching me french will come in handy".
Heart started to pound stronger... Faster.
She would be across that big door after baggage claim...
breath in...
breath out...
chill...
go to the bathroom, shape up a tad...
brush those teeth
...
You have the luggage... Just freaking cross that door!
... I did.
She wasn't there... My plane was earlier, her train was to arrive in a few minutes.
Tic... Tac... HORRIBLE WAIT AND ANTICIPATION...
I dreamt so much about this moment, how will it feel?. How will it match my expectations?...
Tic... Tac...
OMG... Here she comes!...
Damn, she's hot... This feels weird, she is smiling at me...
... HUG... Hug?... I AM HUGGING HER... awwwww
... sigh ...
Yes... It felt weird. I had been "warned" by many of how this happens after time of separation, the very first time of meeting again, is like an ackward shock...
Tic... tac... Ackwardness wearing off... Having her head against my shoulder on the train feels great. Her smile is even better on real person, and my hands still match hers when they hold.
Back in her place... Ackwardness?... Meh... It felt as nice, and logical and natural, as it had felt before... And even better, with the excitement of being together. The excitement of being in France...
... The excitement of being with her in her bed... Jet lag?... Well... I guess I wasn't that tired. ;-)
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I arrived in a Sunday at 3:00 pm... We had time to chill, relax, eat something... Had a good chat, walk, and time to lay together in bed and smile... It really was sweet to be there, feeling problems far away, and just enjoying the scent of her hair and the look of her eyes. You know how eyes smile?... Hers do in a pretty cool way.
Monday was my time to get acquainted with Lille and it's downtown... Albane's school, and know some of the people in her life. It was cool since she was introducing me around, and people would be like "ah!, you are Héctor from México!, that is why Albane is smiling so much!". I had heard so much about her school, friends, and all this places where she works or eats... Now, walking around them for real, had quite the surreal taste.
In downtown we had a beer... It was an altogether cool relaxing day, cooking some dinner and enjoying being around each other... IT WAS GREAT.
The next day?... Ok!... Time to take off to the South of France and quite the adventure for almost a week!...
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