The purpose of this...

The purpose of this...

Yesterday morning I was reading my blog. I was just picking random post and reading them, and it was really great to re-live all those moments: sad moments, good times, happy moments, angry moments... all of them. Each moment made me smile, each moment meant something for me. Something special and worthy of remembering them.

Well... that is kinda the purpose of this. To have a record of my life, and I think that at some point of this whole "blog project" I got off track, and start writing less about my life and more about other stuff. I mean, don't get me wrong, that "other stuff" is also cool, but there is nothing like being able to re-live something that you had almost forgotten. I think that I started writing less about the fact 'coz I thought there was no point in doing so... I believed that this blog was a medium for other people to read about my life, and almost all of my readers are my friends, so I stop writing about the facts. "What's the point? They were there,"? I thought. Not anymore mates. This blog is going to be what it used to be. A "time capsule" of some sort.

So a brief, yet true, recall of my life this past few weeks are ahead:

Well, holidays were kinda lame... I really didn't got the opportunity to spent time with Mariel nor with my friends, so I got bored. There were a few nice weekends and days. A couple of anime fest, and the visit of Oliver. It really wasn't that bad after all. It's funny how things, once you see it from outside, and start remembering don't sound bad at all. So, yes, the "holidays" were kinda blame (X'mas and New Year), but the rest of the time was goooood.

Lots of things happened. I met David. Oliver pay us a visit from the capital. Strange things happened in my life, or better said, in the life of people around me. Hector really fell for Mishka (the so far 7 feet tall shemale), and a couple of weird events that maybe someday will be written in this blog. BAH! Not maybe... I give it week before I write about it. I've been dying to write about that for almost a month!!!! DAMN SECRECY!!!

Now, the fact that my brother has fallen for Mishka brought some troubles with it. Let me explain you something about my brother.... he looses like 50% of his brain when he is in love, and the rest 50% is focused in the person he loves. So, ever since the amount of "good chats" with him have became close to zero... maybe 'coz of the fact that he uses most of his time talking about/with Mishka. Now, I am not complaining... I did the same with Mariel, and I have my blog to prove it. Women makes us moronic and that is part of the charm.

Those "problems" that came along with my "bro's falling" were really nuisances... things like I got angry with him 'coz he constantly interrupted breakfast/meals/dinners/walks/parties to talk to her... but I got over it. I know is just a phase, and someday one of this things will happen:

1. My brother will realize that Mishka is a shemale and things... well, are going to get strange.

2. Mishka will meet my bro, and then me... after that, she will realize that she picked the wrong Padilla and abandon my brother for me, but I, as a noble brother, will reject her.

3. They will meet and everything thing will be cover with honey and love, and kisses and sex (no longer phone sex, but real sex).

I really really really hope that it is not option 1, and chances are that Mishka will not fall for me (she might have a crappy taste)... so OPTION THREE IT IS!!! And when they enter into this phase of relationship they will no longer have the need of confirm they feelings aver constants and endless phone calls... maybe the endless phone calls will continue, but so constantly.

So Mishka entering my life as a pseudo-platonic-sister in law is also something worth of writing.

Tomorrow I'll keep writing more, I don't want to make it a never ending post.