You realize that…
… the world is very much fucked up when you discovered that a lesbian teenager hooked up with a gay teenager and are being stalked by a bisexual pedophile.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Monday, September 27, 2004
Women are...
… weird and very, VERY, powerful. I think this is basically what I learnt this weekend, we men, are convinced that we ruled the world, living in a “macho” society, but no… women control everything, and the most dangerous part is that they make us believe that we actually have some power.
I wont dwell too much in this topic, but it really scares me to realize this… and I am not just saying this because I have a girlfriend… I mean, everyman (or at least everyone I know), has a female presence in his life that dominates him directly or indirectly… it might be his mother, his sister, his best friend, his girlfriend.
I realize this when my brother told me: “women have every little detail planned and carefully measured, every movement, every word has a greater purpose.. they know how to get what they want”… and his is right. I don’t know if you girls do it on purpose or don’t, or is part of your so-called sixth sense.
But here is a question to every girl, to women in general… how do you manage to bewildered men? And I know this for a fact, the hardest thing that a man can ever do is say “no” to a woman he loves. I think that is the ultimate test to became a man, learning to say “no” to a women that you love or like.
How do you do it girls?
Saturday, September 25, 2004
and the band played on...
Well, my life keep getting better... it's strange actually to suddenly don’t be able to tell a victim story, but is also great.
Perfect.
Friday, September 24, 2004
FEST (The End) My body strikes back.
Every action has a reaction, every stupidity has a consequence that seems to be enlarged by God’s punishment… Saturday, my first attempt to wake up failed. I woke up around 3:00 pm, feeling not very bad, but now I have the theory that by that hour I was still drunk so the hangover was still waiting to get me. As soon as I woke up I did a fast damage evaluation, check every rooms and verified that everybody was alive. After fifteen minutes my body started to complain, so I decided to sleep it off… I think that was my last mistake.
Next time my eyes opened it was like 6:00 pm, everybody was so very happy, laughing an remembering the night before… I was wishing that someone would put a bullet in my head. My brother and “Dice” gave “SilentGuru” a ride to his house, and “Darkie” stayed to make sure I wouldn’t die. Sadly for me, I didn’t. I took a shower and started to feel better and by the time my brother and “Dice” came back (and after throwing up like a dozen of times) my stomach was feeling ready for some tacos. So the rest of went to eat something.
What sucked the most about this ugly day was that I wasn’t able to go to “SexyFuzz” concert (he is the leader in one of the coolest bands in GDL… and I am not just saying this because he is my friend). I called him to let him know, but still I let him down (later I found out that he was very sad because I didn’t invite him to my house over the weekend… but for my defense, it was “Dice” fault, I still didn’t called him, and that was wrong, but I didn’t because “Dice” told me that he had already talk to him and that “SexyFuzz” couldn’t make, which was, of course, not true)
Sunday was a normal day, my body trying to catch up the missing sleep and seeing Mariel in the afternoon, which was refreshing after having the worst day ever.
That is all for the so called “Puente” also known as “The long weekend of way too many things and most of the stupid”.
C’ya… take care and SAY TO NO VODKA!
NEVER!!!!!
Next time my eyes opened it was like 6:00 pm, everybody was so very happy, laughing an remembering the night before… I was wishing that someone would put a bullet in my head. My brother and “Dice” gave “SilentGuru” a ride to his house, and “Darkie” stayed to make sure I wouldn’t die. Sadly for me, I didn’t. I took a shower and started to feel better and by the time my brother and “Dice” came back (and after throwing up like a dozen of times) my stomach was feeling ready for some tacos. So the rest of went to eat something.
What sucked the most about this ugly day was that I wasn’t able to go to “SexyFuzz” concert (he is the leader in one of the coolest bands in GDL… and I am not just saying this because he is my friend). I called him to let him know, but still I let him down (later I found out that he was very sad because I didn’t invite him to my house over the weekend… but for my defense, it was “Dice” fault, I still didn’t called him, and that was wrong, but I didn’t because “Dice” told me that he had already talk to him and that “SexyFuzz” couldn’t make, which was, of course, not true)
Sunday was a normal day, my body trying to catch up the missing sleep and seeing Mariel in the afternoon, which was refreshing after having the worst day ever.
That is all for the so called “Puente” also known as “The long weekend of way too many things and most of the stupid”.
C’ya… take care and SAY TO NO VODKA!
NEVER!!!!!
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
FEST (Part 3)
Friday was… without a doubt… the best day ever! When we got up we played some video games and that sort of stuff ‘till it was time for us to go to Centro Magno to meet “Russ” and eat and maybe catch a movie. “Spoiler” head home because he had to work on Saturday, and “Dice”, “Darkie” and my brother took “Darkie’s” car to Centro Magno while “SilentGuru” and I took another car to pick our girls up. So we picked up our girls and head to Centro Magno to find out that “Russ” couldn’t make to eat with us, so she told my brother that we could go ahead and she will get there later. We all ate and then after “Russ” arrived we saw a movie. (I wont get into details, the true essence of Friday was yet to come). After the movie was over we all split, so “SilentGuru” and I drop our girls off in their homes and the met the rest of the guys back in my place.
When we arrived everybody else were playing Magic, so “SilentGuru” and I went upstairs to play Smash, it was one of the best Smash sessions ever, I mean, it is already known that we are really good at this game, and we play one against the other… well, magic happens. We is still better than me, but I do manage to give him a hard time sometimes. After a few games “Dice” joined us and later my brother and “Darkie” did the same, so we begin with the true essence of a FEST, we begin to watch some anime, we saw the last chapters of Chobits. A good series, it was, for my taste, a little too long, but the ending is good and you can’t help to fall in love with Chi.
After the series was over we decided that it was a good time to go to the Golf camp again, but first, I really don’t remember who’s idea was (maybe mine), we decided that it would be great to drink something first to make the whole experience better. We also decided that is was convenient to eat something before, so that our stomach wont get too angry with us, so we hit the kitchen and ate something.
Everything was set, and we were ready and stupid enough to drink the famous “Tucker Max’s dead mix”. Let me brief you first, to create this devil mix you will need:
* A couple of cans of Red Bull.
* Gatorade (1 liter approximately, any flavor, it taste like shit anyway)
* A pit of vodka.
We prepared a whole jar (two liters for five people). We sat down at the table and came with another great idea… drink it bottoms up. I swear, after you drink a whole glass of that drink in a single sip you get the goose bumps, it is not like I was the only one that got them… everybody did. That’s when I realized that it couldn’t really be very good for your organism to drink something that gives you the goose bumps after you drink it. But hey! It seemed like a perfectly smart and valid idea at the moment. Every time we finished a glass we all screamed like nuts and waited for the goose bumps to happen. And after a whole jar, off to the golf camp we went.
Being under the influence of a “Tucker Max dead mix” really opens your horizons. The golf camp had never been so much fun before. We were running like little kids, jiggling and hiding in the shadows… and of course, another great idea, what if instead of using the bridge to cross over a river we don’t just jump over it?, and of course we did… fuck bridges. We all jumped, my brother and I, for my surprise, manage to get safely to the other side mostly dry, “SilentGuru” and “Dice” jumped without any problems and poor old “Darkie” feel into the river. The guy was soaking wet when “SilentGuru” help him out… but nobody really cared and we just continued with our adventure… and of course, after a while I came out with another great idea… stealing the flags of the golf camp (those flags that are placed in every whole). So the new mission for the night was to retrieve five flags (one for each of us)… and we did it. There were we, five man, in their twenties, running around, waving flags in a golf camp at 3:00 am. At some point my brother managed to make us all believe that it was time to head back to the house, and after a little deliberation we decided that head back and also to keep the flags.
Our way back home was miraculously easy. We got to my house without bumping into security once, which would have sucked because we were carrying stolen flags… anyway. When we got home we took some pictures of our trophies and listen to some music while we screamed like demented bastards at approximately 4:00 am. After that we decided that it was necessary to drink some more, and so we did, we gobbled down two more jars of the “Tucker Max dead mix”. When we finished them all we only had half a bottle of the two bottles of vodka that we bought in the first place. And another great idea came into the table, to have the last drink bottoms up, and the last one who finish would have to run wearing nothing but boxes up and down the street… so we did the little contest, and after we did an even greater idea came into our minds.. why don’t we all run up and down the street wearing boxers?… and so we did.
We got back into the house when “SilentGuru” claimed that he saw our neighbor looking out the window, so drunk as we were, we head back in shame to the house.
After a few seconds we were all fully dressed again, and drank the last “Tucker Max dead mix” jar, again bottoms up. I am pretty sure that at this time we were all pretty much drunk or in our way to be. After a dark, shameful turn of events we all end up drinking directly from the vodka bottle… I drank approximately 14 shots in about ten seconds (argh… the mere thought of that makes me feel sick), I have no idea of how many shot the other guys drank… I wrote it somewhere but I can’t find it, so let’s just imagine that we all took the same amount of alcohol.
After that I did what seems to always do when I am drunk… call someone (this happened around 6:00 am in the Saturday, but I see all of this like and extension of Friday). The last few times I’ve drunk with my friends I’ve called my neighbor “PanBear”, but this time I didn’t called her… instead I called “Sugarholic” to her cell phone. It was one of the funniest phone calls I’ve ever made, making promises about beating up her ex-boyfriend and telling her that kinds of stuff. Apparently “Dice” also spoke a lot of drunken nonsense to her, but he did make clear the he considers her a good friend, and later “Darkie” called her to her house to apologize for us because we called her so early in the morning.
The funniest thing happened for me this Monday, when I log in into my blogger I found this draft written apparently that night.
hehehehehehehe--- anime fest....chobits...
heheheh great serious
this is a draft..... blanco and alafa are drunk, but I and my brothyer wont take too long...
ç
HELP US:::: SAVE USSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSmy bro is missing...
loy alcachohol today....
b,loggerr... hehehehehhehehehhehehehe
What scares me, and amuses me the most, is that I don’t remember writing this… my brother told me later that he found me sleeping over the computer that night. I could have done anything and I wouldn’t remember it, think of the possibilities…
We did a bunch of crazy and stupid things, but we all took an oat to keep this events as secrets: “what happens in the FEST, stays in the FEST”… I really don’t have any issues about what I did.. you all know that I have no shame, but the other guys want to keep a low profile, so I will respect that.
So by the end of the night, “Dice” feel sleep in my bathroom floor, “Darkie” and “SilentGuru” feel sleep in my room watching porn (that apparently stayed on for the rest of the morning until they got up), my brother feel sleep in my parent’s room (he was the only one sober enough to care about safety… what a pansy, hehehe) and I regained consciousness in my parent’s shower surrounded by my own vomit.
I woke up Saturday in my brother’s room using clothes that I don’t remember putting on, how I managed to crawl from my parent’s shower and get to my brother’s bed? That will remain a mystery.
But Saturday… well that is another story.
When we arrived everybody else were playing Magic, so “SilentGuru” and I went upstairs to play Smash, it was one of the best Smash sessions ever, I mean, it is already known that we are really good at this game, and we play one against the other… well, magic happens. We is still better than me, but I do manage to give him a hard time sometimes. After a few games “Dice” joined us and later my brother and “Darkie” did the same, so we begin with the true essence of a FEST, we begin to watch some anime, we saw the last chapters of Chobits. A good series, it was, for my taste, a little too long, but the ending is good and you can’t help to fall in love with Chi.
After the series was over we decided that it was a good time to go to the Golf camp again, but first, I really don’t remember who’s idea was (maybe mine), we decided that it would be great to drink something first to make the whole experience better. We also decided that is was convenient to eat something before, so that our stomach wont get too angry with us, so we hit the kitchen and ate something.
Everything was set, and we were ready and stupid enough to drink the famous “Tucker Max’s dead mix”. Let me brief you first, to create this devil mix you will need:
* A couple of cans of Red Bull.
* Gatorade (1 liter approximately, any flavor, it taste like shit anyway)
* A pit of vodka.
We prepared a whole jar (two liters for five people). We sat down at the table and came with another great idea… drink it bottoms up. I swear, after you drink a whole glass of that drink in a single sip you get the goose bumps, it is not like I was the only one that got them… everybody did. That’s when I realized that it couldn’t really be very good for your organism to drink something that gives you the goose bumps after you drink it. But hey! It seemed like a perfectly smart and valid idea at the moment. Every time we finished a glass we all screamed like nuts and waited for the goose bumps to happen. And after a whole jar, off to the golf camp we went.
Being under the influence of a “Tucker Max dead mix” really opens your horizons. The golf camp had never been so much fun before. We were running like little kids, jiggling and hiding in the shadows… and of course, another great idea, what if instead of using the bridge to cross over a river we don’t just jump over it?, and of course we did… fuck bridges. We all jumped, my brother and I, for my surprise, manage to get safely to the other side mostly dry, “SilentGuru” and “Dice” jumped without any problems and poor old “Darkie” feel into the river. The guy was soaking wet when “SilentGuru” help him out… but nobody really cared and we just continued with our adventure… and of course, after a while I came out with another great idea… stealing the flags of the golf camp (those flags that are placed in every whole). So the new mission for the night was to retrieve five flags (one for each of us)… and we did it. There were we, five man, in their twenties, running around, waving flags in a golf camp at 3:00 am. At some point my brother managed to make us all believe that it was time to head back to the house, and after a little deliberation we decided that head back and also to keep the flags.
Our way back home was miraculously easy. We got to my house without bumping into security once, which would have sucked because we were carrying stolen flags… anyway. When we got home we took some pictures of our trophies and listen to some music while we screamed like demented bastards at approximately 4:00 am. After that we decided that it was necessary to drink some more, and so we did, we gobbled down two more jars of the “Tucker Max dead mix”. When we finished them all we only had half a bottle of the two bottles of vodka that we bought in the first place. And another great idea came into the table, to have the last drink bottoms up, and the last one who finish would have to run wearing nothing but boxes up and down the street… so we did the little contest, and after we did an even greater idea came into our minds.. why don’t we all run up and down the street wearing boxers?… and so we did.
We got back into the house when “SilentGuru” claimed that he saw our neighbor looking out the window, so drunk as we were, we head back in shame to the house.
After a few seconds we were all fully dressed again, and drank the last “Tucker Max dead mix” jar, again bottoms up. I am pretty sure that at this time we were all pretty much drunk or in our way to be. After a dark, shameful turn of events we all end up drinking directly from the vodka bottle… I drank approximately 14 shots in about ten seconds (argh… the mere thought of that makes me feel sick), I have no idea of how many shot the other guys drank… I wrote it somewhere but I can’t find it, so let’s just imagine that we all took the same amount of alcohol.
After that I did what seems to always do when I am drunk… call someone (this happened around 6:00 am in the Saturday, but I see all of this like and extension of Friday). The last few times I’ve drunk with my friends I’ve called my neighbor “PanBear”, but this time I didn’t called her… instead I called “Sugarholic” to her cell phone. It was one of the funniest phone calls I’ve ever made, making promises about beating up her ex-boyfriend and telling her that kinds of stuff. Apparently “Dice” also spoke a lot of drunken nonsense to her, but he did make clear the he considers her a good friend, and later “Darkie” called her to her house to apologize for us because we called her so early in the morning.
The funniest thing happened for me this Monday, when I log in into my blogger I found this draft written apparently that night.
hehehehehehehe--- anime fest....chobits...
heheheh great serious
this is a draft..... blanco and alafa are drunk, but I and my brothyer wont take too long...
ç
HELP US:::: SAVE USSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSmy bro is missing...
loy alcachohol today....
b,loggerr... hehehehehhehehehhehehehe
What scares me, and amuses me the most, is that I don’t remember writing this… my brother told me later that he found me sleeping over the computer that night. I could have done anything and I wouldn’t remember it, think of the possibilities…
We did a bunch of crazy and stupid things, but we all took an oat to keep this events as secrets: “what happens in the FEST, stays in the FEST”… I really don’t have any issues about what I did.. you all know that I have no shame, but the other guys want to keep a low profile, so I will respect that.
So by the end of the night, “Dice” feel sleep in my bathroom floor, “Darkie” and “SilentGuru” feel sleep in my room watching porn (that apparently stayed on for the rest of the morning until they got up), my brother feel sleep in my parent’s room (he was the only one sober enough to care about safety… what a pansy, hehehe) and I regained consciousness in my parent’s shower surrounded by my own vomit.
I woke up Saturday in my brother’s room using clothes that I don’t remember putting on, how I managed to crawl from my parent’s shower and get to my brother’s bed? That will remain a mystery.
But Saturday… well that is another story.
FEST (Part 2)
Thursday morning I got up really early to wish my parents farewell and take care of some business before they went away (like our budget for the weekend), I help them to get their things in the car and smiling wave them off.
As soon as my brother and “Dice” got up we called “SilentGuru” because we were supposed to pick him up to officially begin with the FEST. I also seized the chance to call my girlfriend and invite her over to spent the day in my house. So we picked “SilentGuru” up, then we went to pick up my girlfriend ( her mom was very nervous and told me to please take care of her, that she didn’t feel very comfortable with the idea of letting her spent the day in the house of his boyfriend. I assured her mother that everything would be fine) and we then we head to “Dice” house so that he could pick some clothes for the weekend.
We stopped to grab something to eat and then we head to my house. As soon as we arrived home, they all went out to play Frisbee and my girlfriend and I stayed home, which was great because I had the chance to show her around, show her some photo albums from my youth and talk to her. It was very funny to see her face when she was looking at my photos… my girlfriend is the epitome of the cute (or at least she is for me), she is 17 years old, enjoys playing video games (also RGP which I love), likes anime and also is a very decent artist… so, guy, what else can I say? She is great. And spending that time alone with her was great.
When the got back from playing Frisbee we started playing some video game, and later that evening “Darkie” and “Spoiler” arrived and join to us in the FEST. We spent that evening playing some videogames, watching “Bob Sponge square pants” episodes.
Later that day I had the chance to have my very first “kiss session” with my girlfriend ^-^. It was great, while everybody were minding they own business we got the chance to spent more time together. Their parents went to pick her up at 11:30 pm though I was hoping to spent some more time with her, but still we got the chance to spent some quality time together, and what I love the most (besides the kissing) was that she really got along with my friends, and that is definitely a plus.
Anyway, after my girlfriend was gone I went upstairs and joined everybody at the FEST. The videogames and the anime continued, with a small break to go over to the golf camp, which sucked because it started raining like ten minutes after we went out.
Thursday was not a very special day, it end up normally and safely, but I like to see it as a warm up for Friday.
As soon as my brother and “Dice” got up we called “SilentGuru” because we were supposed to pick him up to officially begin with the FEST. I also seized the chance to call my girlfriend and invite her over to spent the day in my house. So we picked “SilentGuru” up, then we went to pick up my girlfriend ( her mom was very nervous and told me to please take care of her, that she didn’t feel very comfortable with the idea of letting her spent the day in the house of his boyfriend. I assured her mother that everything would be fine) and we then we head to “Dice” house so that he could pick some clothes for the weekend.
We stopped to grab something to eat and then we head to my house. As soon as we arrived home, they all went out to play Frisbee and my girlfriend and I stayed home, which was great because I had the chance to show her around, show her some photo albums from my youth and talk to her. It was very funny to see her face when she was looking at my photos… my girlfriend is the epitome of the cute (or at least she is for me), she is 17 years old, enjoys playing video games (also RGP which I love), likes anime and also is a very decent artist… so, guy, what else can I say? She is great. And spending that time alone with her was great.
When the got back from playing Frisbee we started playing some video game, and later that evening “Darkie” and “Spoiler” arrived and join to us in the FEST. We spent that evening playing some videogames, watching “Bob Sponge square pants” episodes.
Later that day I had the chance to have my very first “kiss session” with my girlfriend ^-^. It was great, while everybody were minding they own business we got the chance to spent more time together. Their parents went to pick her up at 11:30 pm though I was hoping to spent some more time with her, but still we got the chance to spent some quality time together, and what I love the most (besides the kissing) was that she really got along with my friends, and that is definitely a plus.
Anyway, after my girlfriend was gone I went upstairs and joined everybody at the FEST. The videogames and the anime continued, with a small break to go over to the golf camp, which sucked because it started raining like ten minutes after we went out.
Thursday was not a very special day, it end up normally and safely, but I like to see it as a warm up for Friday.
Monday, September 20, 2004
FEST (part 1)
The next few posts will describe my activities this last long weekend, I will post the whole story in parts because I have a lot to write and it would be a very long post.
So, here we go...
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It’s been a long time since I post something... well, let’s just say that I had a busy week.
At first, I had the whole weekend thing planned, we got Thursday and Friday off in my school and my parents went to Mazamitla with some of their friends… so you do the match.
Wednesday night was supposed to be my relaxing night before the weekend… I wanted to sleep, rest, maybe read a little and spent some time with myself… but hey, if you want to give God a good laugh, go ahead and tell Him your plans. I had already taken out my shoes and my shirt when my brother gives me the phone, at first I was a little bit shaken off, so I took the phone and asked no questions… in the other side I head a voice of woman, she introduced herself as “Balloons” (I wont say names, sorry)… and as soon as she told me her name she started to give some directions to a party, where later I found out we were supposed to meet our friend “Dice” (no-name policy). This girl hanged up and I looked to my brother, still very shocked, and asked him “what the fuck was that?!”, to which he said “we are going to a party”. So, no further questions asked, I put my shoes back on, my shirt back on and off we went to the party.
That party was one of the strangest parties I’ve ever seen. When we arrived I had the chance to met this “Balloons” girl (the voice in the phone)… the first thing I noticed about her were her oversized breast and her slutty look. We were guest from our friend “Dice”, so I felt very uncomfortable at first, those kinds of occasions were everybody looks at you wondering “who is he?”… also what made this party a whole more strange was the fact that it was packed with twins all over the place, the birthday girls were twins who invited another couple of twins and, well… “Balloons” had her own twins hanging underneath a very, very slutty top.
I noticed that my brother was feeling also a little bit embarrassed also, so we did what a guest of a guest must do to feel a little bit more relaxed… we went to an Oxxo and buy some drinks. After the first three or four drinks, my brother, “Dice” and I were, literally, the soul of the party. We were singing, laughing, playing with a ten year old girl that was the focus of attention for quite a while, and chatting with “Balloons” and “MissFitness”. “MissFitness” was a friend of “Dice”, a very introverted girl, the total opposite from “Balloons”… so it was very see them together, how they were battling over “Dice”. For, real, if you want to have fun in a party, just sit and watch how a Slut is fighting with a very Intelligent girl over you drunk friend…. hehehe… for real, putting feelings aside, it was very amusing. At some point of the party we noticed that we were scaring everybody, and the party was split into two small parties. Well, if they can’t take a slut, a drunk guy, a smart woman, and a couple of way to loud brothers… fuck them!
After a second round of drinks “Dice” was so out of himself that we were (and by we I mean my brother, “MissFitness”, and I) trying to prevent him to be alone with “Balloons”. In which I succeed… but “MissFitness” then play it very smart… she first had me thinking that she was on my side, trying to take care of my friend… but no!!! as soon as I got distracted I noticed that “Dice” and her were walking out of the house and by the time I went to check on them they were already kissing!!! That woman was smarter that I thought! Anyway, I found out that “Dice” and “MissFitness” were already a couple after a few saliva trading and I ended up trying to make “Balloons” feel better with her lose, the poor girl was very nice, and besides being a harlot she was a very decent girl… so I did feel bad for her. Why does every love story seems to always have someone that ends up getting hurt?
Around two o clock in the morning my dad give us a call very upset because we were supposed to arrived home at two, so we said goodbye, we had to practically drag “Dice” out of the party and to make thing a little bit more amusing we had to give “MissFitness” now “MissDice” a ride home. You have to believe me… it was hilarious to see “MissFitness” smiling very in love, and hugging a drunken “I will throw up at any time” “Dice”. In fact when we arrived to her house she told my brother and I to please remind “Dice” that he had a new girlfriend in the morning… and so we did.
After throwing up “Dice” was having second thoughts about what he did… hurting “Balloons” (a good friend for him) and hooking up with “MissFitness”. But my brother and I managed to make him feel better, after all she is a very nice person, smart and pretty… so he took the right choice… and well, “Balloons” got hurt, but sluts doesn’t have REAL feelings, right?
When we got to my house we went directly to bed, recharging to start over the next morning.
So, here we go...
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It’s been a long time since I post something... well, let’s just say that I had a busy week.
At first, I had the whole weekend thing planned, we got Thursday and Friday off in my school and my parents went to Mazamitla with some of their friends… so you do the match.
Wednesday night was supposed to be my relaxing night before the weekend… I wanted to sleep, rest, maybe read a little and spent some time with myself… but hey, if you want to give God a good laugh, go ahead and tell Him your plans. I had already taken out my shoes and my shirt when my brother gives me the phone, at first I was a little bit shaken off, so I took the phone and asked no questions… in the other side I head a voice of woman, she introduced herself as “Balloons” (I wont say names, sorry)… and as soon as she told me her name she started to give some directions to a party, where later I found out we were supposed to meet our friend “Dice” (no-name policy). This girl hanged up and I looked to my brother, still very shocked, and asked him “what the fuck was that?!”, to which he said “we are going to a party”. So, no further questions asked, I put my shoes back on, my shirt back on and off we went to the party.
That party was one of the strangest parties I’ve ever seen. When we arrived I had the chance to met this “Balloons” girl (the voice in the phone)… the first thing I noticed about her were her oversized breast and her slutty look. We were guest from our friend “Dice”, so I felt very uncomfortable at first, those kinds of occasions were everybody looks at you wondering “who is he?”… also what made this party a whole more strange was the fact that it was packed with twins all over the place, the birthday girls were twins who invited another couple of twins and, well… “Balloons” had her own twins hanging underneath a very, very slutty top.
I noticed that my brother was feeling also a little bit embarrassed also, so we did what a guest of a guest must do to feel a little bit more relaxed… we went to an Oxxo and buy some drinks. After the first three or four drinks, my brother, “Dice” and I were, literally, the soul of the party. We were singing, laughing, playing with a ten year old girl that was the focus of attention for quite a while, and chatting with “Balloons” and “MissFitness”. “MissFitness” was a friend of “Dice”, a very introverted girl, the total opposite from “Balloons”… so it was very see them together, how they were battling over “Dice”. For, real, if you want to have fun in a party, just sit and watch how a Slut is fighting with a very Intelligent girl over you drunk friend…. hehehe… for real, putting feelings aside, it was very amusing. At some point of the party we noticed that we were scaring everybody, and the party was split into two small parties. Well, if they can’t take a slut, a drunk guy, a smart woman, and a couple of way to loud brothers… fuck them!
After a second round of drinks “Dice” was so out of himself that we were (and by we I mean my brother, “MissFitness”, and I) trying to prevent him to be alone with “Balloons”. In which I succeed… but “MissFitness” then play it very smart… she first had me thinking that she was on my side, trying to take care of my friend… but no!!! as soon as I got distracted I noticed that “Dice” and her were walking out of the house and by the time I went to check on them they were already kissing!!! That woman was smarter that I thought! Anyway, I found out that “Dice” and “MissFitness” were already a couple after a few saliva trading and I ended up trying to make “Balloons” feel better with her lose, the poor girl was very nice, and besides being a harlot she was a very decent girl… so I did feel bad for her. Why does every love story seems to always have someone that ends up getting hurt?
Around two o clock in the morning my dad give us a call very upset because we were supposed to arrived home at two, so we said goodbye, we had to practically drag “Dice” out of the party and to make thing a little bit more amusing we had to give “MissFitness” now “MissDice” a ride home. You have to believe me… it was hilarious to see “MissFitness” smiling very in love, and hugging a drunken “I will throw up at any time” “Dice”. In fact when we arrived to her house she told my brother and I to please remind “Dice” that he had a new girlfriend in the morning… and so we did.
After throwing up “Dice” was having second thoughts about what he did… hurting “Balloons” (a good friend for him) and hooking up with “MissFitness”. But my brother and I managed to make him feel better, after all she is a very nice person, smart and pretty… so he took the right choice… and well, “Balloons” got hurt, but sluts doesn’t have REAL feelings, right?
When we got to my house we went directly to bed, recharging to start over the next morning.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
drunken times..
hehehehehehehe--- anime fest....chobits... heheheh great serious
this is a draft..... blanco and alafa are drunk, but I and my brothyer wont take too long...
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Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Writer's block...
For the last few days I’ve trying to put a short story together, I’ve ready thought about the end and the beginning, and some things in between, but what pisses me off is that as soon as I sit down to write I get completely blank… it is like the images and the words in my head get mixed up and it is impossible to discern one from the other.
I don’t know if any of you have experienced something like this before… it is very annoying, and even more for someone like me that enjoys writing something and then reading it from the beginning and liking it… it is like and addiction. A writer from my dad’s office said to me once that when a writers starts writing something he/she might get to a state of mind called “the alpha state”, in this “phase” the writer loses control over what he/she is writing, as if the story and the characters came to life. I’ve have experienced that a few times now, and I got to tell you, is amazing and also one of the reason why I like to write this much… so achieve that state of total creativity emancipation.
The second reason of why I like to write is to be able to touch someone’s life… it is a great feeling when you write a sad story and later, when a friend reads it, he/she start’s to cry… or might just smile in silence as he/she turns the last page. For any writer that have had experienced this I know that the whole “I write for myself” bullshit looses any sense. It is different to write WHAT YOU LIKE, writing what you like is what always has to happen, but even if you write a beautiful poem or a great story and the only one that gets to read it is you… well that is sad, a waste, pure egoism. So I always write what I like but I like doing so with a certain degree of quality thinking in the ones that might read it in the future.
That is why I like to write and also that is why I feel so damn frustrated when I can’t.
ARGH!
I don’t know if any of you have experienced something like this before… it is very annoying, and even more for someone like me that enjoys writing something and then reading it from the beginning and liking it… it is like and addiction. A writer from my dad’s office said to me once that when a writers starts writing something he/she might get to a state of mind called “the alpha state”, in this “phase” the writer loses control over what he/she is writing, as if the story and the characters came to life. I’ve have experienced that a few times now, and I got to tell you, is amazing and also one of the reason why I like to write this much… so achieve that state of total creativity emancipation.
The second reason of why I like to write is to be able to touch someone’s life… it is a great feeling when you write a sad story and later, when a friend reads it, he/she start’s to cry… or might just smile in silence as he/she turns the last page. For any writer that have had experienced this I know that the whole “I write for myself” bullshit looses any sense. It is different to write WHAT YOU LIKE, writing what you like is what always has to happen, but even if you write a beautiful poem or a great story and the only one that gets to read it is you… well that is sad, a waste, pure egoism. So I always write what I like but I like doing so with a certain degree of quality thinking in the ones that might read it in the future.
That is why I like to write and also that is why I feel so damn frustrated when I can’t.
ARGH!
Sunday, September 12, 2004
A moment...
When you suddenly find yourself speechless, looking into a pair of eyes, knowing that there is no force in this world capable of making you look away, fearing to fall even deeper into that feeling that you’ve trying to refrain of. Mesmerized. You realize that there is nothing else to do… just give in, surrender to the moment. Quietly look into her eyes and do nothing… well, maybe just to smile.
It could be great
Living in this moment
A moment with nothing else
But you, your smile, and your warmth.
Living in this moment
Worth a thousand eternities
A moment that is so fragile
That is gone in the blink of an eye.
A moment that seems a beautiful prelude
To something much more gorgeous
A moment that feels complete
When she looks at you
And smiles back.
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Friday, September 10, 2004
happy ending...
Well... hehehehe... after a crappy day a good ending is required ^_^
My date with Mariel went very good. We went to see a movie that sucked, but in the end the movie was just a reason to hang out. We saw Colateral with Tom Cruise... gotta tell you, the only thing that saved the movie (more or less) was Tom's acting, he is a very good actor and manage to make me feel conected with his character a couple of times... he is one of those actors that transmits feelings with his whole body and I swear, sometimes, his eyes were so expresive that gave me the chills.
Anyways... I am beginning to feel gay talking about Tom (whic by the way is very hot... hehehehe)....
Mariel was cute as always, wearing a long blue skirt and a big loose black sweater... however, in the movie theather she was feeling a little bit hot so she took off her sweater... O.O ... the word "WOW" can hardly describe my reaction... she has an incredible body!!! hehehe, I was tempted to ask her to stop wearing those loose sweaters... but hey! that is one of the things that make her look very cute... hehehehe, so the sweaters can stay ^_^
We began to talk about tons of things... and I really don't remember how we got to a point in which I said: "damn women, they are mean..." to which she agreed saying that in her past relationships she was the one that end up hurting the other, that didn't scared me at all, but what made me feel bad was what she said next: "I dunno why, but I have the feeling that you will be the one that will hurt me this time"
ARGH!!!! I couldn't said anything... I just hold her and told her to stop talking crazy... She really broke my heart. I don't want her to feel this, but then again, I can't do anything about her feelins, so I will have to demostrate with my actions, not only empty words, that I DO care for her and I don't have any intentions to hurt her. I really like her... A LOT.
What do you say?
PS: the night did had a happy ending.. hehehe.. I drove her to her house and had a nice chat in our way. Lovely night ^_^
My date with Mariel went very good. We went to see a movie that sucked, but in the end the movie was just a reason to hang out. We saw Colateral with Tom Cruise... gotta tell you, the only thing that saved the movie (more or less) was Tom's acting, he is a very good actor and manage to make me feel conected with his character a couple of times... he is one of those actors that transmits feelings with his whole body and I swear, sometimes, his eyes were so expresive that gave me the chills.
Anyways... I am beginning to feel gay talking about Tom (whic by the way is very hot... hehehehe)....
Mariel was cute as always, wearing a long blue skirt and a big loose black sweater... however, in the movie theather she was feeling a little bit hot so she took off her sweater... O.O ... the word "WOW" can hardly describe my reaction... she has an incredible body!!! hehehe, I was tempted to ask her to stop wearing those loose sweaters... but hey! that is one of the things that make her look very cute... hehehehe, so the sweaters can stay ^_^
We began to talk about tons of things... and I really don't remember how we got to a point in which I said: "damn women, they are mean..." to which she agreed saying that in her past relationships she was the one that end up hurting the other, that didn't scared me at all, but what made me feel bad was what she said next: "I dunno why, but I have the feeling that you will be the one that will hurt me this time"
ARGH!!!! I couldn't said anything... I just hold her and told her to stop talking crazy... She really broke my heart. I don't want her to feel this, but then again, I can't do anything about her feelins, so I will have to demostrate with my actions, not only empty words, that I DO care for her and I don't have any intentions to hurt her. I really like her... A LOT.
What do you say?
PS: the night did had a happy ending.. hehehe.. I drove her to her house and had a nice chat in our way. Lovely night ^_^
one of those days...
I am having one of those days... I couldn'y get any sleep because of that dammable cat (to learn more click here), which sucks because today I had an early class (Cost Management at 7:00 am). When I woke up I had to spent some time in the bathroom because I woke up feeling quite sick (a very bad day starter... ¬_¬) Then I got to my class, boring as always.
After that I decide to go over the CITE to spent some time so I can later see Mariel. When I got to the CITE my brother was with Jess seeing some things in his computer (like always, not working... that lucky bastard), for my surprise my brother was wearing the exact same thing than I!!! Blue jeans, black shirt and a cakhi t-shirt on top... talking about another day screwer!!! to be wearing the exact same thing as my brother... argh!
The third day waster was my bro's attitude. I hate it when he is in his "look at me, I am making fun of my brother" mood ¬_¬... I mean, I can handle some jokes and "carrilla", but what really makes me angry is that my brother always uses the "lets get other people laughing with my jokes" technique, which makes it really hard for me to handle, because... well, for those who don't know me, I am quite an explosive person... and one of the things that makes my blood boil and pour from my ears is when two or more people unite to make fun of only one person (not only fun fun... but those kind of harsh hurting jokes).
I don't know if my brother's attitude was real or just was an interpretation of my crappy mood... argh! And what made everything worse was that later I asked my brother if I could use his Computer for a couple of minutes to make a quick research in the net... he refused!!! He wasn't doing anything... he was only wasting time... but still.. OH NO! IT IS MY COMPUTER!!!... DO NOT USE IT!!! DO NOT SIT IN MY CHAIR!!!!!!! MINE MINE MINE!!!!! Man, sometimes he behaves like a five year old. He'd rather stand up to write down the password of another computer than letting me use his (the time that took us arguing was larger than the time that I would have spent in his computer).
Brothers are brothers... and apparently mime has finally discovered what he wants to do with his life: MESS WITH THE YOUNGER BOTHER! (that reminds me about his whole "gap mood"... hehehehe.... but that is more funny than disturbing, so maybe I will write about that later)
And the fourth thing that made my day a little more bitter was that when I went to visit Mariel to the highschool buildings I found out that she had class so I couldn't spent as much time with her as I wanted...
ARGH!!!
Anyway... Mariel and I are going out today... so I hope things will straighten up a little bit. What makes me a little sad is that I wont be able to attend to Sappho's concert because it will be held very far away and they wont let minors to enter to the bar in which they'll play. So Mariel can't go and it will be very difficult for me to catch the concert after dropping Mariel off in her house. Well, we can't have it all... so, hehehehe, for now, I am sticking with Mariel. I hope Pancho wont hate me that much.
See you later... take care.
PS: sometimes it seems like if God just feels in the mood to kick us right in the testicles... with a boulder...
After that I decide to go over the CITE to spent some time so I can later see Mariel. When I got to the CITE my brother was with Jess seeing some things in his computer (like always, not working... that lucky bastard), for my surprise my brother was wearing the exact same thing than I!!! Blue jeans, black shirt and a cakhi t-shirt on top... talking about another day screwer!!! to be wearing the exact same thing as my brother... argh!
The third day waster was my bro's attitude. I hate it when he is in his "look at me, I am making fun of my brother" mood ¬_¬... I mean, I can handle some jokes and "carrilla", but what really makes me angry is that my brother always uses the "lets get other people laughing with my jokes" technique, which makes it really hard for me to handle, because... well, for those who don't know me, I am quite an explosive person... and one of the things that makes my blood boil and pour from my ears is when two or more people unite to make fun of only one person (not only fun fun... but those kind of harsh hurting jokes).
I don't know if my brother's attitude was real or just was an interpretation of my crappy mood... argh! And what made everything worse was that later I asked my brother if I could use his Computer for a couple of minutes to make a quick research in the net... he refused!!! He wasn't doing anything... he was only wasting time... but still.. OH NO! IT IS MY COMPUTER!!!... DO NOT USE IT!!! DO NOT SIT IN MY CHAIR!!!!!!! MINE MINE MINE!!!!! Man, sometimes he behaves like a five year old. He'd rather stand up to write down the password of another computer than letting me use his (the time that took us arguing was larger than the time that I would have spent in his computer).
Brothers are brothers... and apparently mime has finally discovered what he wants to do with his life: MESS WITH THE YOUNGER BOTHER! (that reminds me about his whole "gap mood"... hehehehe.... but that is more funny than disturbing, so maybe I will write about that later)
And the fourth thing that made my day a little more bitter was that when I went to visit Mariel to the highschool buildings I found out that she had class so I couldn't spent as much time with her as I wanted...
ARGH!!!
Anyway... Mariel and I are going out today... so I hope things will straighten up a little bit. What makes me a little sad is that I wont be able to attend to Sappho's concert because it will be held very far away and they wont let minors to enter to the bar in which they'll play. So Mariel can't go and it will be very difficult for me to catch the concert after dropping Mariel off in her house. Well, we can't have it all... so, hehehehe, for now, I am sticking with Mariel. I hope Pancho wont hate me that much.
See you later... take care.
PS: sometimes it seems like if God just feels in the mood to kick us right in the testicles... with a boulder...
Thursday, September 09, 2004
look!!! ^_^
Yesterday when I entered my bro's office I saw this drawn in the blackboard, apparently Mariel came to visit me but I was already inside the photolab...
Mariel
Mariel
there is something much bigger than this...
Well, strange things keep happening in our house. A few weeks ago we picked up an abandoned kitten from a pot (or at least that is what we thought since the kitten was crying from the last couple of days)... anyway, we picked her, take care of her, feed her...
And, suddenly, out of the blue... her mom kept lurking around our house, as if she was looking for her missing child. Finnally, the day before yesterday I decided to show the kitten to her, and as soon as I did this she grabbed her and walked away... just like that O.o At first I thought that I reunited a family and was very happy because of that. I imagined the little kitten playing with her brothers and sisters, drinking milk and havings tons of fun ¬_¬ All was fine until yerterday her mom reappered at our house, making the same "call" that she was doing the night I gave her the kitten... WHAT THE FU.. DID SHE WANTS NOW!? Where is the kitten!? WHAT HAS SHE DONE WITH HER!???
O.o Oh, no!!! the kitten, the little cute black kitten... what has happened to her?
Now I am feeling terrible guilty... for real. I hope the kitten is doing well.
And, suddenly, out of the blue... her mom kept lurking around our house, as if she was looking for her missing child. Finnally, the day before yesterday I decided to show the kitten to her, and as soon as I did this she grabbed her and walked away... just like that O.o At first I thought that I reunited a family and was very happy because of that. I imagined the little kitten playing with her brothers and sisters, drinking milk and havings tons of fun ¬_¬ All was fine until yerterday her mom reappered at our house, making the same "call" that she was doing the night I gave her the kitten... WHAT THE FU.. DID SHE WANTS NOW!? Where is the kitten!? WHAT HAS SHE DONE WITH HER!???
O.o Oh, no!!! the kitten, the little cute black kitten... what has happened to her?
Now I am feeling terrible guilty... for real. I hope the kitten is doing well.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
It is …
...strange sometimes to suddenly realize that Mariel, is indeed, my new girl… hehehehe, it is a strange feeling, disbelief or something like that, nevertheless it is not a bad feeling, is like constantly waking up in your birthday, or the first day of a summer break, when you wake up and think: “yay!!! That is right!!!"
Right now everything is good, new and fresh... and lets hope to have this "weather" for the next couple of eons... I am really happy acctually, and from what people had told me about Mariel, and from my own experience this might become a very great relationship.
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Currently I can't stop laughing at myself... hehehehe... am reading this book that once I took an oat never to read, a book that describes the jolly adventures of HARRY POTTA (english accent)... the book is not bad per se, acctually I am enjoying it. The things is that Mariel is a big fan of Harry Potta (well not a big BIG fan, but she does like it) and when I told her I haven't read it she stare at me with her big, greenish eyes and convice me to read them... so, weak as I am in front of a pair of beautiful eyes I agreed.... hehehehe, so folks, I have rescheduled my reading to clear a spot for Harry Potter. So, "American Gods" and "Otras Voces, Otros Ambitos" will have to wait a little bit.
Lets cheer for love, big eyes and a world of possibilities... ^_^
Right now everything is good, new and fresh... and lets hope to have this "weather" for the next couple of eons... I am really happy acctually, and from what people had told me about Mariel, and from my own experience this might become a very great relationship.
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Currently I can't stop laughing at myself... hehehehe... am reading this book that once I took an oat never to read, a book that describes the jolly adventures of HARRY POTTA (english accent)... the book is not bad per se, acctually I am enjoying it. The things is that Mariel is a big fan of Harry Potta (well not a big BIG fan, but she does like it) and when I told her I haven't read it she stare at me with her big, greenish eyes and convice me to read them... so, weak as I am in front of a pair of beautiful eyes I agreed.... hehehehe, so folks, I have rescheduled my reading to clear a spot for Harry Potter. So, "American Gods" and "Otras Voces, Otros Ambitos" will have to wait a little bit.
Lets cheer for love, big eyes and a world of possibilities... ^_^
Monday, September 06, 2004
Good times...
Man, I am not someone that cries easily, but tonight... well, tonight I almost shed a tear.
Todays is Joey's B-day ^_^ So we all went to pay him a visit at the Seminary (also known as God's Prision or the Christ's Brides Wannabes Bootcamp)... he was really happy. Although we were only able to stick around from 8:30 to 10:00 pm, we had the chance to share a good laugh, eat some cake and sing "happy birthday". I think that one of the things that I loved the most was that I acctually had the chance to spent time together not only with Joey, but with the whole gang (a rare event that happens just a few times a year)... good times. Laughing, sharings, huging... ^_^
There was a point, near the end of the evening when Joey said to me: "Man, I wanna leave this place with you guys..." he broke my heart, make me wanna cry... I dunno, when he told me this I felt very happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I realized how much this little visit meant for him, and sad because I remembered how much I have missed him.
So visit time was over, and we had to face a difficult choice: we could say bye, or stick around a little bit more and pray with the rest of the students. We chose to stay a while longer and pray with them.
It was hilarious, or at least, it was for me... hehehehe... I could see that Joey was very nervous becaused he feared that some of us would screw up or something... well... guess what? I DID SCREW UP!!! hehehehehehe... I got so nervous when it was my turn to pray the "Holy Mary" that I reinvented it. Some of them laugh, some of them didn't care and, maybe if I did a good job, some of them didn't even notice.
My brother told me that when the whole thing was over this guy said to him: "you guys doen't pray very often, right?" to which he responded: "that's right".
The night... or better yet, the visit was over, we said good bye to Joey, give him a hug and went home. I miss him... very much.
Good luck to you Joe...
PS: I hate exams... hehehehe... they take away my precious free time. Exams make baby Jesus cry.
Todays is Joey's B-day ^_^ So we all went to pay him a visit at the Seminary (also known as God's Prision or the Christ's Brides Wannabes Bootcamp)... he was really happy. Although we were only able to stick around from 8:30 to 10:00 pm, we had the chance to share a good laugh, eat some cake and sing "happy birthday". I think that one of the things that I loved the most was that I acctually had the chance to spent time together not only with Joey, but with the whole gang (a rare event that happens just a few times a year)... good times. Laughing, sharings, huging... ^_^
There was a point, near the end of the evening when Joey said to me: "Man, I wanna leave this place with you guys..." he broke my heart, make me wanna cry... I dunno, when he told me this I felt very happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I realized how much this little visit meant for him, and sad because I remembered how much I have missed him.
So visit time was over, and we had to face a difficult choice: we could say bye, or stick around a little bit more and pray with the rest of the students. We chose to stay a while longer and pray with them.
It was hilarious, or at least, it was for me... hehehehe... I could see that Joey was very nervous becaused he feared that some of us would screw up or something... well... guess what? I DID SCREW UP!!! hehehehehehe... I got so nervous when it was my turn to pray the "Holy Mary" that I reinvented it. Some of them laugh, some of them didn't care and, maybe if I did a good job, some of them didn't even notice.
My brother told me that when the whole thing was over this guy said to him: "you guys doen't pray very often, right?" to which he responded: "that's right".
The night... or better yet, the visit was over, we said good bye to Joey, give him a hug and went home. I miss him... very much.
Good luck to you Joe...
PS: I hate exams... hehehehe... they take away my precious free time. Exams make baby Jesus cry.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
It is amazing...
... how a life time, sometimes, last a few heart beats, a few weeks, the blink of an eye. Everything changes so fast; everything is swirling around so rapidly that it seems as if time is in a hurry.
PS: ... She answered "yes". ^_^ So Mariel and I.... we are "we".
Friday, September 03, 2004
My brother is a bad influence...
For real… I mean, he is!!! I had and exam today in my 7:00 am class. The exam was easy and all; it was a cost management test, but I got anally raped by the theory questions. They were simple questions that demanded simple study… the problem with me is that I didn’t study at all… I wanted to study, for real, but my brother forced me to see this movie called “Vampire Hunter D”. It was a good movie, specially because it is almost 20 years old.
The same thing happened last Sunday when I had shit loads of homework and my brother took me to Eve’s house to play some videogames (or watch Eve while playing ¬_¬)… and I told my brother “well, I would like to be on our way back around 8 because I have a lot of homework”… and he said managed to make ME the person that will ruin the whole evening for everyone!!! Hehehehe… so I was forced to stay at Eve’s a lot more than I expected and the whole “doing homework” was replaced with this movie called “Identity”.
So anyway… I don’t really care, I do have a better time with him that studying… hehehehe… but still, he is going to hell and he is dragging me with him.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
let's get it on...
And the day aproaches I am feeling more and more nervous about this whole "asking Mariel to be me girlfriend" thing. I mean... argh!!!
Argh!... I think that defines beautifuly what I am feeling ^_^... This girl Mariel came into my life just three weeks ago (or so), and she has managed to get inside my head already... hehehehe.... I mean, I have an exam in a couple of hours and I am feeling ten times more nervous about me poping the question to her than the exam.
So, the feeling is right... I do like her and think she likes my back. That is not the issue, but I don't want to screw things up, you know? But then again, nothing good is ever going to happen to me if I don't take any risks...
MARIEL...
argh!!
I am scared as hell... really, I haven't feel like this in a long, long time. Too may doubts, too many buts... and just one YES... but I think that YES in worth it.
I think...
Argh!... I think that defines beautifuly what I am feeling ^_^... This girl Mariel came into my life just three weeks ago (or so), and she has managed to get inside my head already... hehehehe.... I mean, I have an exam in a couple of hours and I am feeling ten times more nervous about me poping the question to her than the exam.
So, the feeling is right... I do like her and think she likes my back. That is not the issue, but I don't want to screw things up, you know? But then again, nothing good is ever going to happen to me if I don't take any risks...
MARIEL...
argh!!
I am scared as hell... really, I haven't feel like this in a long, long time. Too may doubts, too many buts... and just one YES... but I think that YES in worth it.
I think...
