The weather is nice tonight and my brothers decided to order pizza. I sat down and noticed that I received this God awful reply to an e-mail I sent to a friend earlier. The usual thing for me to do in this case is basically quote everything that is said on the e-mail and just make the sender look like an idiot, but this time, I decided to do something different. I called my brother so he could take a look at the message, we both agreed that the answer wasn't called for; so we sit down and have a talk. The fact that someone just went parliament on me and started making assumptions stroke me as rude, but his wise words were not to bother: if this is the treatment I get for helping out, then let it be and just forget about the whole thing. I don't know if he's right but I'm betting on him.
Some things are not worth the hassle. It is sad, but not inevitable. The interesting part is that I saw this coming, I behaved differently this time. I didn't assume responsibility, I didn't lower myself and started barking. I did what I wanted and had to do.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Human Behaviour
The wind is cool tonight, a bit odd for Santo Domingo, we always get hot nights; then again it is winter. I'm still trying to shake off the creepy feeling of a bug walking over me while I was driving around with a friend. He said "it's just a roach." and I panicked more. I hate cockroaches. How can it be just a roach? Jeez, some people don't have any respect for the phobias of others. I wonder how I developed this sickly fear of roaches. I don't think it's that bad though. I have stepped on roaches (true, accidentally most of the times) and when other people show fear to roaches I wind up stepping up and killing them. I guess I'm not in a phobia class for roaches. I just hate the fact that there's something walking over me. As if I was some sort of forest or something. I don't want to be a prop on a Bjork video.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Morning List
At 8 am everything feels so fuzzy. The lights don't let you open your eyes all the way, and you really don't want to wake up or get out of bed (if the two can be done separetely). Your head feels shaken, not stirred, as you try to sit up in bed and a list of the things you have to do today comes down from the sides. The digital age has its effects on you, since everything you have to do is now visualized in your head as a window you don't want to click the "close" button of, most of the time. You think twice about getting up, then again, that would mean staying in bed for longer and delaying everything you have to do; that can't be good.
The funny thing about days, at this time of your life, is that they seem to go by faster than when you were younger. You don't remember feeling as tired as you do when you wake up, and going out now means spending your own hard-earned money, which makes you wonder how much of a mess you would be if you were the heir of some product empire. The longing for a "daddy-card" and your very own trust fund come to mind. An interesting fact: this takes place parallel to you realizing that you do have to get up and running, life doesn't wait for anyone, although you always hope it would wait for you every now and then.
The funny thing about days, at this time of your life, is that they seem to go by faster than when you were younger. You don't remember feeling as tired as you do when you wake up, and going out now means spending your own hard-earned money, which makes you wonder how much of a mess you would be if you were the heir of some product empire. The longing for a "daddy-card" and your very own trust fund come to mind. An interesting fact: this takes place parallel to you realizing that you do have to get up and running, life doesn't wait for anyone, although you always hope it would wait for you every now and then.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Circle
Life lately, or whatever it stands for, as being a pretty mess for me. I've been returning from work and doing everything else I did the other day. The cycles are now showing up: wake up, shower, get dressed, work, eat, work, leave, return, and gym/vegetate. I have a lot of books to read and make use of, but this seems so much comfier. I always say to myself: "let me start today, but a little bit later". Procrastination rears its ugly head every weekday at 7pm.
The solitaire game on my pc looks mighty inviting. I wind up loosing 30 percent of the time, but I always try again and again, until I realize it's 12am and I'm only getting 7 hours of sleep; some people claim to do fine with 6 hours of sleep, maybe less. I need 8 hours, and that's it. I don't need naps or power naps for that matter, as long as I wake up feeling refreshed the next day.
A persons life can take that boring path. I wonder what I can do to avoid lingering in this state, and if I decide to let it take more time. I am not getting any younger.
The solitaire game on my pc looks mighty inviting. I wind up loosing 30 percent of the time, but I always try again and again, until I realize it's 12am and I'm only getting 7 hours of sleep; some people claim to do fine with 6 hours of sleep, maybe less. I need 8 hours, and that's it. I don't need naps or power naps for that matter, as long as I wake up feeling refreshed the next day.
A persons life can take that boring path. I wonder what I can do to avoid lingering in this state, and if I decide to let it take more time. I am not getting any younger.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Shatter Life
Another thing I just wrote recently and I'm afraid my computer might kill:
Lucy wake up,
you have work to do.
The things you want won't get themselves...
Lucy come on,
we don't have all day,
The things you crave can go away...
it comes to mind,
in a certain day,
that nothing she wants
she gets this way.
We start to think,
every different way.
Time we lost,
we won't get again.
Destroy every idea
destroy every clue
leave this world behind
and make a new.
Try to match the pieces,
but they won't fit in.
realize you don't want this,
you want to leave.
SHATTER LIFE
TO WHAT YOU KNOW
LIVE SOMETHING ELSE
AND THEN LET GO.
SHATTER LIFE,
SHATTERED SOUL
GET TO GRIPS
AND THEN LET GO.
Lucy started to think again,
and nothing made sense.
Her luggage is near the door
if the times comes,
don't think she'll use it anymore.
Lucy wake up,
you have work to do.
The things you want won't get themselves...
Lucy come on,
we don't have all day,
The things you crave can go away...
it comes to mind,
in a certain day,
that nothing she wants
she gets this way.
We start to think,
every different way.
Time we lost,
we won't get again.
Destroy every idea
destroy every clue
leave this world behind
and make a new.
Try to match the pieces,
but they won't fit in.
realize you don't want this,
you want to leave.
SHATTER LIFE
TO WHAT YOU KNOW
LIVE SOMETHING ELSE
AND THEN LET GO.
SHATTER LIFE,
SHATTERED SOUL
GET TO GRIPS
AND THEN LET GO.
Lucy started to think again,
and nothing made sense.
Her luggage is near the door
if the times comes,
don't think she'll use it anymore.
Self contained Prince
This is something I wrote a couple of days ago. I'm afraid of my computer pulling a fast one on me so, regardless of the fact that I need to edit it, I'll publish it.
As he lied in bed thinking of the things he said.
Excuses for self respect.
With no intention of showing the truth.
He lied in bed thinking to himself.
Guilty of having some notion of survival.
The stones hit hard,
as the blood ran down his forehead.
Center of attention, without it being his goal.
Looking for an exit, to live his life alone.
Trying to recover
The little pieces left behind.
Forgot his face,
forgot his name,
forgot his life.
Try to remember,
The little details he left behind.
No one understands it,
it's easier to blame than to give a hand.
He lied in bed thinking to himself:
Apologize to none,
one who does things right.
Apologizing for what he thought: guilt is just a fad.
As he lied in bed thinking of the things he said.
Excuses for self respect.
With no intention of showing the truth.
He lied in bed thinking to himself.
Guilty of having some notion of survival.
The stones hit hard,
as the blood ran down his forehead.
Center of attention, without it being his goal.
Looking for an exit, to live his life alone.
Trying to recover
The little pieces left behind.
Forgot his face,
forgot his name,
forgot his life.
Try to remember,
The little details he left behind.
No one understands it,
it's easier to blame than to give a hand.
He lied in bed thinking to himself:
Apologize to none,
one who does things right.
Apologizing for what he thought: guilt is just a fad.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Clear skies and rain
After watching a movie today, I joined a friend for dinner. Somehow I wound up talking about Pauline, my friend who recently passed away, and honestly, this is the first time I talk how I feel with someone outside our circle of friends. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know if it was right. The truth is, how will I ever know when everything I do is right or wrong? There are some things that are obvious mistakes, as well as bull's eyes; but then there are some other things, which are open for debate. I realized that I might not have mourned my friend as I think or feel I should. I feel betrayed because no one has given me pictures of her and myself. I have nothing that I can share with everyone about how she was. The only proof I have of her is myself, and the memories I have of her. I think, that maybe, I might be too ambitious; but then again, is it bad for me to at least want something to have and keep that reminds me of her? But anyway, talking about this made me realize that avoiding that would only make me more miserable. My friend was telling me his stories, and he didn't have it easy in regards to the subject as well.
Life isn't all fun when you lose someone close to you. I feel like I'm repeating myself, and I do not feel comfortable going over an issue that has already been talked about. I have felt sad, lonely, anxious, and broken before; but I have always gotten up. I feel that I am not the only one that goes through this, and I refuse to be conquered by a mood. I once stated that my mood will not be affected by sounds, when dealing with vicious people at work. I still feel this way. I know a person, he wasn't the most normal person, in fact, the guy is downright unapproachable, but he did say that pain was only temporary; I don't think he knew how smart that was of him.
At first, weather was not fun tonight; it started raining before dinner, and afterwards, the skies were clear, and the drive home was nice and peaceful.
Life isn't all fun when you lose someone close to you. I feel like I'm repeating myself, and I do not feel comfortable going over an issue that has already been talked about. I have felt sad, lonely, anxious, and broken before; but I have always gotten up. I feel that I am not the only one that goes through this, and I refuse to be conquered by a mood. I once stated that my mood will not be affected by sounds, when dealing with vicious people at work. I still feel this way. I know a person, he wasn't the most normal person, in fact, the guy is downright unapproachable, but he did say that pain was only temporary; I don't think he knew how smart that was of him.
At first, weather was not fun tonight; it started raining before dinner, and afterwards, the skies were clear, and the drive home was nice and peaceful.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
On the road again
The purpose of the blog is once again inspiring me (along with "let go" from Frou Frou) to write some thoughts tonight. I'm still loving the idea of travelling and working, as stressful as third parties might make it. "Let go, because there's beauty in the breakdown" says the song to a trippie house beat. I like it because of that. My last entry was long, I wanted to get that feeling out of my chest, even though I want to write about it again, I feel I should leave it for talk amongst my friends. My room mate this time likes and is into music more than I am, which is great since this time we're planning to go to a Seether concert, hopefully it will be good. The experience from this trip from the start has not been what I expected: missing my connecting flight, staying over in Miami, and being close to a meltdown at work; but, I have a positive outlook. I will get my rest this weekend, and work the way I like to: having everything organized and ready. The more I live this year, helps me realize that this part of my life is all about acknowledging responsability, as a child I was used to people standing up for me, and now I have to do it myself; I get scared sometimes, but I do not allow myself to back down from a fight, this is experience for me. Human life transcends survival, I believe this; but it does not mean that we have to play doormat to others entrance to success. It is best if I leave this at the moment. I gave in and wrote, since I owed this to myself. I let go.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
When a piece falls off the puzzle
Throughout life, a human being is bound to interact with other living creatures. These interactions are the basis of human existence in itself, they let us survive the conditions that our habitat conveys. Interaction might not be the reason why we live, but it provides us with entertainment while on this journey; the same, as trivial as it may look through objective eyes, conceives society. Without human interaction, there would be no nations, no wars, no movement, no destruction, no development, no bigotry, etc. In other words, life as we know it would not be.
As a human being, living in this age, I find myself going through different sorts of interactions. The life style I have chosen, and the people that I share my time with, are key players in my mood. When placed on screen, it is evident that I am pointing out the obvious, but half my life, I lived in denial. I am a proud man, it does not bother me when I admit it, and it might be one fault that degenerates into many more. As a child and adult I think myself at times higher than the people that surround me, and admitting this might be silly because there is no gain to it, yet I do not hesitate to continue typing. But, as proud and hard headed as I am, there are moments when I decide to come down and have brunch with the mortals. The ivory tower I raised myself on to is nice, but it gets lonely. That is why I am so adamant in regards to making new friends and meeting different kinds of people. While interacting with many people, you get to know a lot of customs, and it helps you broaden your judgement spectrum, for better or worse. At the end, you find yourself surrounded with different people, from different places, sharing something with you that dismisses all sorts of disagreements that might come up in other scenarios.
The good interactions, are the ones you want to repeat; those that you want more of. When this happens we call it friendship. A friend to me is a person you feel you can rely on, and you do everything you can for them to rely on you. It's a mutual contract, binding you to keep secrets, lend a hand and/or shoulder when needed, and cheer from the sideline indefinitely. Because of these conditions, not everyone can sign up, most contracts are annulled, and as with any other legal documents there are those who will commit fraud, affecting their credit history.
It does not happen often, for some of us, that a friendship endures time, emotions, conflicts and interests. The few that do, are precious, and are kept safe. Unfortunately, as humans, at one point our journey must come to an end, yet the contract, does not regard this condition for annulment. The feeling that one part has to go through when this happen is terrible, and perhaps it is the price we pay for it. I do not regret, as much as I am paying now, that I signed up for it. I might not have to deposit as much as others, the fact is, that it does not really matter what the cost is, as long as you have it. This is not money, friendships can not be measured, grief can not be compared. I lost some one close to me this year, this is the means I have of grieving. She was cut short from a great trip that was just beginning, or maybe she started a much fruitful experience; at least I hope so. I am sad, I do not want to repeat myself, and yet I still do. The interesting thing is, that anyone that belongs to that circle we are in, has manifested in one way or the other the same grief I have. The difference being, that I have distracted myself, and avoided the issue. I saw myself as someone that had to be there for the others, even though most of the time, it was not necessary. I sometimes look at myself as being ignored, yet at the same time, I feel like I can do without the approval of whoever surrounds me. I think it helps me being this way, not answering to anyone, and just work to achieve what I want, even though no one wants to or sees me achieving it. The one thing she said, that still remains with me, is how she liked how I placed so much effort when I did something. Up until then, I had no need for someone to tell me how they felt; yet when she did, I was happy that someone noticed. Is it that after so much time expecting attention, I decided to forget it and to focus on myself and my approval? Have I taken a step forward, or a step back? Does it really matter? I payed her friendship with my selfishness; and I signed for it fully aware of what I was giving up.
I ignore what the effects of writing this are. I refuse to compare myself with others, and yet the thought of her fiance comes to mind, a few days before getting married and this happens; or her mother, who shared so much with her. Our friends, and the ones she had I did not meet. Is it camaraderie or just the need to compare my pain with others, so I cheer myself up. It failed so many times before, and being true to my taurian trait, I keep doing it.
I knew her, and yet I did not. She was human, she was imperfect. She had allergies, and was hyper active. We all miss her, and deny her being dead, by celebrating her life. Pauline, I don't know what to say, I thought that goodbye would be stupid, since we are all bound to meet afterwards, I hope that you are doing well, you deserve great things evidently, and for anyone to deny you that is ludicrous. Please, rest in peace.
As a human being, living in this age, I find myself going through different sorts of interactions. The life style I have chosen, and the people that I share my time with, are key players in my mood. When placed on screen, it is evident that I am pointing out the obvious, but half my life, I lived in denial. I am a proud man, it does not bother me when I admit it, and it might be one fault that degenerates into many more. As a child and adult I think myself at times higher than the people that surround me, and admitting this might be silly because there is no gain to it, yet I do not hesitate to continue typing. But, as proud and hard headed as I am, there are moments when I decide to come down and have brunch with the mortals. The ivory tower I raised myself on to is nice, but it gets lonely. That is why I am so adamant in regards to making new friends and meeting different kinds of people. While interacting with many people, you get to know a lot of customs, and it helps you broaden your judgement spectrum, for better or worse. At the end, you find yourself surrounded with different people, from different places, sharing something with you that dismisses all sorts of disagreements that might come up in other scenarios.
The good interactions, are the ones you want to repeat; those that you want more of. When this happens we call it friendship. A friend to me is a person you feel you can rely on, and you do everything you can for them to rely on you. It's a mutual contract, binding you to keep secrets, lend a hand and/or shoulder when needed, and cheer from the sideline indefinitely. Because of these conditions, not everyone can sign up, most contracts are annulled, and as with any other legal documents there are those who will commit fraud, affecting their credit history.
It does not happen often, for some of us, that a friendship endures time, emotions, conflicts and interests. The few that do, are precious, and are kept safe. Unfortunately, as humans, at one point our journey must come to an end, yet the contract, does not regard this condition for annulment. The feeling that one part has to go through when this happen is terrible, and perhaps it is the price we pay for it. I do not regret, as much as I am paying now, that I signed up for it. I might not have to deposit as much as others, the fact is, that it does not really matter what the cost is, as long as you have it. This is not money, friendships can not be measured, grief can not be compared. I lost some one close to me this year, this is the means I have of grieving. She was cut short from a great trip that was just beginning, or maybe she started a much fruitful experience; at least I hope so. I am sad, I do not want to repeat myself, and yet I still do. The interesting thing is, that anyone that belongs to that circle we are in, has manifested in one way or the other the same grief I have. The difference being, that I have distracted myself, and avoided the issue. I saw myself as someone that had to be there for the others, even though most of the time, it was not necessary. I sometimes look at myself as being ignored, yet at the same time, I feel like I can do without the approval of whoever surrounds me. I think it helps me being this way, not answering to anyone, and just work to achieve what I want, even though no one wants to or sees me achieving it. The one thing she said, that still remains with me, is how she liked how I placed so much effort when I did something. Up until then, I had no need for someone to tell me how they felt; yet when she did, I was happy that someone noticed. Is it that after so much time expecting attention, I decided to forget it and to focus on myself and my approval? Have I taken a step forward, or a step back? Does it really matter? I payed her friendship with my selfishness; and I signed for it fully aware of what I was giving up.
I ignore what the effects of writing this are. I refuse to compare myself with others, and yet the thought of her fiance comes to mind, a few days before getting married and this happens; or her mother, who shared so much with her. Our friends, and the ones she had I did not meet. Is it camaraderie or just the need to compare my pain with others, so I cheer myself up. It failed so many times before, and being true to my taurian trait, I keep doing it.
I knew her, and yet I did not. She was human, she was imperfect. She had allergies, and was hyper active. We all miss her, and deny her being dead, by celebrating her life. Pauline, I don't know what to say, I thought that goodbye would be stupid, since we are all bound to meet afterwards, I hope that you are doing well, you deserve great things evidently, and for anyone to deny you that is ludicrous. Please, rest in peace.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
This close
We started the countdown to my birthday. The guys from work decided to take me to a strip joint to celebrate. It was a special ocassion, since the last time I got to a strip joint was at some sleazy club (ironic term for describing a strip joint) near the airport thing, and I've wanted to go to the 'gentlemans club' for a while and didn't find anyone to come with me, so the guys were happy to take me.
I was surprised to find only one pole, since I had this crazy picture in my head of the place being this magical strip club with three poles and women just basically sliding down to stage. But when we got there the place was empty (so we got in for free), and the girls were just getting there. Honestly, they were kinda bored, except for a couple which were really friendly (the kind of personality you expect from a stripper) and made for a good evening.
As it is tradition, the birthday boy gets some special service by the strippers (previously paid by his friends), and I was no exception. To be honest, I was expecting a lap dance, in fact, I should've been a bit specific about the lap dance. Instead of the lap dance, I had a different treatment, involving me getting down to my underpants and having the stripper ride me horsey style (me being in all fours, she on my back), and to end the show I get a belt whipping. That's one service I'm not paying for.
All and all, I had fun and I'm grateful for the experience. My veredict here is that strip clubs offer the tease only, and frankly, it's very frustrating having what you want in front of you and not being able to even touch it.
Good day!
I was surprised to find only one pole, since I had this crazy picture in my head of the place being this magical strip club with three poles and women just basically sliding down to stage. But when we got there the place was empty (so we got in for free), and the girls were just getting there. Honestly, they were kinda bored, except for a couple which were really friendly (the kind of personality you expect from a stripper) and made for a good evening.
As it is tradition, the birthday boy gets some special service by the strippers (previously paid by his friends), and I was no exception. To be honest, I was expecting a lap dance, in fact, I should've been a bit specific about the lap dance. Instead of the lap dance, I had a different treatment, involving me getting down to my underpants and having the stripper ride me horsey style (me being in all fours, she on my back), and to end the show I get a belt whipping. That's one service I'm not paying for.
All and all, I had fun and I'm grateful for the experience. My veredict here is that strip clubs offer the tease only, and frankly, it's very frustrating having what you want in front of you and not being able to even touch it.
Good day!
Saturday, April 21, 2007
El limitante
Hoy quiero expresarme aqui. Quien hace de leer mis entradas al blog un habito sabe que lo que yo escribo no es tan ordinario como lo que se espera leer ni tan importante para terminar de leerlo.
Oyendo una cancion mientras estaba manejando, hablaba de que hoy era un dia ordinario, yo me quede con esa estrofa en la mente "just an ordinary day". Hay tal cosa como un dia ordinario? Quizas yo este tratando de negar lo obvio, tapar el sol con un dedo, pero encuentro que en mi vida ningun dia es ordinario. Siempre hay algo nuevo, lo que pasa es que si repetimos algo por una cantidad de tiempo indeterminada y consecutiva se vuelve una rutina. La rutina afecta nuestra percepcion, comenzamos a hacer las cosas en modo beta o automatico, debido a que todo lo que vemos en el proceso de la rutina esta presente. Debido a que la rutina tiende a tomar precedencia sobre otras actividades extra-ordinarias, no podemos apreciar el hecho de que si hacemos cosas en esos dias ordinarios que son nuevas para nosotros. Por ejemplo: la rutina laboral a la que la mayoría estamos acostumbrados, siempre decimos que hacemos lo mismo pero hay ciertas cosas nuevas, que a pesar de ser mínimos detalles, se integran a la rutina como elementos no programados, pero se descartan como nuevos al ser problemas/reuniones/entrenamientos a los cuales estamos acostumbrados a asistir. Por ende, son rutinas nuevas.
Asi es que veo todo eso de que los días no son ordinarios, siempre hay algo nuevo, quizas sea eso, el hecho de que lo nuevo esta de esperarse, que lo haga rutinario.
Oyendo una cancion mientras estaba manejando, hablaba de que hoy era un dia ordinario, yo me quede con esa estrofa en la mente "just an ordinary day". Hay tal cosa como un dia ordinario? Quizas yo este tratando de negar lo obvio, tapar el sol con un dedo, pero encuentro que en mi vida ningun dia es ordinario. Siempre hay algo nuevo, lo que pasa es que si repetimos algo por una cantidad de tiempo indeterminada y consecutiva se vuelve una rutina. La rutina afecta nuestra percepcion, comenzamos a hacer las cosas en modo beta o automatico, debido a que todo lo que vemos en el proceso de la rutina esta presente. Debido a que la rutina tiende a tomar precedencia sobre otras actividades extra-ordinarias, no podemos apreciar el hecho de que si hacemos cosas en esos dias ordinarios que son nuevas para nosotros. Por ejemplo: la rutina laboral a la que la mayoría estamos acostumbrados, siempre decimos que hacemos lo mismo pero hay ciertas cosas nuevas, que a pesar de ser mínimos detalles, se integran a la rutina como elementos no programados, pero se descartan como nuevos al ser problemas/reuniones/entrenamientos a los cuales estamos acostumbrados a asistir. Por ende, son rutinas nuevas.
Asi es que veo todo eso de que los días no son ordinarios, siempre hay algo nuevo, quizas sea eso, el hecho de que lo nuevo esta de esperarse, que lo haga rutinario.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Why do I tend to wear black?
This saturday I went to Boston for a look at the stand-up comedy scene with my friend from work. I visited the Comedy House, or thing, I don't remember the exact name but I know it included the word comedy and that it was on the third floor of the Honk Kong Restaurant building near the Harvard CoOp.
Good comedians there, and the host kept saying how smart the audience was.... Being located in the Harvard area, it provides entertainment to the students/professors of the same university... But, regardless, it kinda got a little bit tiring when it was mentioned for the third time. Besides, don't they know that tourism happens?
So after that we headed down to the restaurant and had dinner. Some really spicy dumplings, and as a main course a really spicy chicken. My choice of dishes was a bit off, since I picked two plates that were so damn spicy my lower lip was numb.
After barely exiting the restaurant we took a train back to the parking lot. As we were sitting down I noticed a group of three teenagers (two girls and a guy), and they ask us where the train was going. I think about the fact that I barely know how the whole public transportation thing works in Boston, so I let my friend answer. To make a long story short, they were going the wrong way, so out of gratitude (I think) one of the girls pulls a strip of condoms out of her bag and starts giving us condoms and telling us "be safe" then leaves. A brief shock-caused pause came, then I figured that if it was in NYC that we would be taking the train, much more would've happenned. So I made no issue out of the subject, until I got home.
So that was pretty much what happenned yesterday,
See you around.
Good comedians there, and the host kept saying how smart the audience was.... Being located in the Harvard area, it provides entertainment to the students/professors of the same university... But, regardless, it kinda got a little bit tiring when it was mentioned for the third time. Besides, don't they know that tourism happens?
So after that we headed down to the restaurant and had dinner. Some really spicy dumplings, and as a main course a really spicy chicken. My choice of dishes was a bit off, since I picked two plates that were so damn spicy my lower lip was numb.
After barely exiting the restaurant we took a train back to the parking lot. As we were sitting down I noticed a group of three teenagers (two girls and a guy), and they ask us where the train was going. I think about the fact that I barely know how the whole public transportation thing works in Boston, so I let my friend answer. To make a long story short, they were going the wrong way, so out of gratitude (I think) one of the girls pulls a strip of condoms out of her bag and starts giving us condoms and telling us "be safe" then leaves. A brief shock-caused pause came, then I figured that if it was in NYC that we would be taking the train, much more would've happenned. So I made no issue out of the subject, until I got home.
So that was pretty much what happenned yesterday,
See you around.
Friday, February 16, 2007
The second time around
Good day readers,
So after a bit of a hiatus I'm back with more posting. New things:
1. Got a camera, and it's so nice because now I'll be able to post more pictures. The only thing that's left is getting out there and getting stuff to write about.
2. I'm back in Massachusetts for another training session. Basically this is the reason why I created this blog. I've been here for 3 weeks now, I went snowboarding and visited Boston twice already (since I'm not in Boston but nearby).
3. First time experiencing the real driving on snowy streets. And it's pretty much taking one step at a time, etc, etc. Not something to feel overwhelmed about.
So that's about it. And of course, the pictures.
'Till next time.
So after a bit of a hiatus I'm back with more posting. New things:
1. Got a camera, and it's so nice because now I'll be able to post more pictures. The only thing that's left is getting out there and getting stuff to write about.
2. I'm back in Massachusetts for another training session. Basically this is the reason why I created this blog. I've been here for 3 weeks now, I went snowboarding and visited Boston twice already (since I'm not in Boston but nearby).
3. First time experiencing the real driving on snowy streets. And it's pretty much taking one step at a time, etc, etc. Not something to feel overwhelmed about.
So that's about it. And of course, the pictures.
This one is my V-day pic. Not fond of the day
'Till next time.
Monday, January 08, 2007
2007, borrón y cuenta nueva?
Hey lectores,
Tengo bastante tiempo sin escribir mis entradas sín sentido y alternadas con mi humor al azar. Nadie entiende eso pero me hace feliz. Este año empiezo con un poco de drama, pero yo creo que lo mejor es ignorar eso y ya seguir con la vida. Aunque hoy como que quiero reencontrarme con mucha gente que no veo; hay gente que no fueron lo mejor en cuanto amigos se trata, pero después de todo estuvieron ahí y me entretuve mucho, así que pienso que es buena idea si me olvido de todo eso. Empezar de nuevo no es una opción. Ya, lamentándolo mucho, las cosas que me hacen y que me duelen no se me olvidan. Lo peor es cuando alguien trata de trivializar tu dolor, como no es el suyo no es tan serio. Por eso es mejor admitir cuando uno metió la pata y seguir adelante; yo no le pido a nadie que aguante una letanía eterna conmigo, por que puede que pase eso. Así que así empiezo yo el año, tomando el mentiole de la humildad y untándomelo donde tengo las yagas.
Despues de todo son veinticuatro años que tengo, no puedo estar acarreando cosas de mi adolescencia todavía, ni tampoco de la universidad.
Tengo bastante tiempo sin escribir mis entradas sín sentido y alternadas con mi humor al azar. Nadie entiende eso pero me hace feliz. Este año empiezo con un poco de drama, pero yo creo que lo mejor es ignorar eso y ya seguir con la vida. Aunque hoy como que quiero reencontrarme con mucha gente que no veo; hay gente que no fueron lo mejor en cuanto amigos se trata, pero después de todo estuvieron ahí y me entretuve mucho, así que pienso que es buena idea si me olvido de todo eso. Empezar de nuevo no es una opción. Ya, lamentándolo mucho, las cosas que me hacen y que me duelen no se me olvidan. Lo peor es cuando alguien trata de trivializar tu dolor, como no es el suyo no es tan serio. Por eso es mejor admitir cuando uno metió la pata y seguir adelante; yo no le pido a nadie que aguante una letanía eterna conmigo, por que puede que pase eso. Así que así empiezo yo el año, tomando el mentiole de la humildad y untándomelo donde tengo las yagas.
Despues de todo son veinticuatro años que tengo, no puedo estar acarreando cosas de mi adolescencia todavía, ni tampoco de la universidad.
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