something stupid

Arrrggg!! i want to say something, something clever, something that would make everything better, something that can stop everyones conversations, and make me the focus of attention, but its not what it seems, egotistic, it has nothing to do with this desire, au contrair mon petite ami, its pure altruism, for you see, its part of human nature try to fix what is broken, and some broken things are fix with words, actually its one "thing" and we are not sure yet as how its is "real", you can think as a scientist and call it chemical reactions, you can feel like a bohemian revolutionary and say its a wonder that can never be signify by mere words, you can evangelize by saying its gods gift, its the true essence of a being, its our soul, but when i say i want to say something clever, its not just a shout out of overrated words with misunderstood or even ignore meaning, what i want is to block the sun with a finger, because that is the first thing that comes to mind, when im trying to fix this chemicals slash unbound slash existential thing, specially the one that react/lives/exist inside, the body of the person that my reactions/truthful toughts/mystical existence, are based around, i see into her past, and find things that are bigger than just a bad tought, are more scary than bad poem, lest spiritual than the idea of sacrilege, when reading a book the more exquisite/bizzare/angelical the twists are the better the story, but when the story is not been told but being experience,live,walked, well the whole becomes real, becomes cold hard facts, we desensitize and the one that was progress, in medieval times, becomes a trap for the soul/the free mind and what is when i need to scream perfect words, need to act, need to shepherd, i need to help/be there/merge, but i only think on bohemian, the dogma of the dogmatic, that tells me that after l have sing the "lovers secret song" everything goes animated and blue sky, and that is how i am, she well, science is not, nor spirit now she has become something from another realm, one that im unfamiliar with, and cant start to understand, so one sentence wont be enough, no mater how perfect it is, the wishes, the cold fact, and the spiritualism, will have to be one to begin the healing/restoration/reborn, of my broken object, i need to be a scientist that needs to recalibrate it, a bohemian that will re imagine it and a believer that will pray for it, and at the end all i can say is something that will not stop the world, nor will be remember in books as a famous clever quote, but something that if i say it right will let her know not only that her brain electric impulses/unbound thoughts/ spiritual formation that are making her segregate lacrimal substances/express her pain/, mourn her soul, will be my only foe, for years to come, but also let her know that first comes fraternity even more heart's desire, in simple words, i will say: i "will", i just "will" for you. J

Breakfast in the city

It's Sunday morning and my prada dresser muse, is still asleep, the channel no5 on her soft skin still floats around, the sweat has gone dry and the storm has passed; its the day after a very long and wild night, a Waldorf Astoria suite was the scenario; fendi satin sheets rest carefully on half of her body, covering her up to the hips, those hips that rise in the middle of a formestelle bed; exposing parts of the naked object of my lust; so sensual and warm, so inviting to repeat the passion that stormed this room just hours ago, when the curvosier was not a chair and not means of pleasure; So inviting, to a feeling in my hand that result from the combination of her tight skin, and a perfectly finish Diamond encrusted tiffany’s necklace, that rests there, in her cleavage, right there, in between her White pale soft breasts, the ones that i can still feel in my hand; as well as the infamous erickson beamon bracelet that we all know she never take off, for a so secret reason and everyboy only knows that has something to do with childhood memories of those of times spent along her mother at bendel's, saks, burberry, Zara and many stores that are the glamour of 5th avenue; maybe is reminder of the lost innocence that faded as she learned the difference between lady manners in Nobu, delmonico's or the four season and the debauchery of a socialite on a hamptons summer house party; I feel kind of pervy to think about her little woman days, as she lies in bed, naked, asleep but then again this is after doing real woman things, after rough passion, and expensive drinks, after channel no5, champagne, skin and strawberries, lipstick and White sheets, sex, alcohol and an innocent looking woman with a sweet and lovely face; My lovely queen, my love mate and dreams maker, trader of destinies and bad companies; The woman that can be royalty and a lady in the Met, and then a goddess of lust in the privacy of this room, the goddess is not afraid of being a screamer for pleasure, that is lover of obscenities, and hair pulling; while on top of a gold treats decorated bed, and a Jackson Pollock decorated wall’s room, this masterpieces that surround us are not match for the art that we did; but now its morning and a Tailored Valentino dress and carefully picked zara shoes are Laying on the floor, in the bed a pleasured and naked girl, while the morning glare barely sneaks in and Manhattan very distinctive own sounds can be barely heard…. its a typical sunday morning in the upper east side in the the city that never sleeps, its the perfect scenario to just want to sit here in the Edge of this bed caresing her hair and moving it away from her face so a very dim sunbeam that shines trough the monaco curtains can make her lips look glossy; I look around, to all the carefully selected things, now messed by our lust and our love, and... i just can’t describe the emotion that fills me, the sensations and pleasures are just physical, but the feeling of completion, is stronger than anything, just to know that your eyes show that glare that only happens when waking up look full of love, and this city's eccentric style can fill the rest of the need, the superficial needs, in its owm way, and so it is that here for this perfect life socialites have brunch, the gracious after party way to deal with hangover or in our case tireness, so and as we eat, every little bite of eggs Benedict, and drink glass after glass of mimosas and every single look every single touch, assure the love between the channel no5 girl and the simple boy.

time to kill

well its 4 am again and no sleep so:


The Great Office War from Runawaybox on Vimeo.

here for you pervs:


funny from adel668 on Vimeo.

dr horrible's sing-alog blog

airport, usb hard drive not showing up answer!!

ok so i had this problem my airport, was recognizing one of my drives (simpletech) but not the other (maxtor) when connected one at the time both worked sometimes, but after a while maxtor would not show up at all, and dropped signals would occur, airport not being recognized so i went to the genius bar an got it replaced just to see the same problems (this time none of them showed up) with the new airport so i dived in the internet for answers, and to make the story short here is my solution:
the maxtor was the big problem, (i had the most drops of signal and all the problems began when i plugged it) for some reason external hdd on FAT32 have compatibility issues so i went ahead and backed it up, formated to mac os journaled ( which game another problem) now works just fine the airport even lets me use it as time machine, so if you can ( im saying all mac user, sorry pc ) format to journaled (hsf+), and im pretty sure that your problems will go away, now, there is a problem when using disk utility, formating a to journaled will produce an error, dont worry the answer is close ( took me a while to find a forum with the answer) instead of using the erase tab use partition, choose 1 partition and in options change it to GUID, and then it will be formated into journaled, so summary:
back up
format to journaled
in disk utility do it on "partition" and not "erase"
restart your airport, wait until is online (green light and you can access the internet)
connect all your usb drives
enjoy!!

note: some drives does work when formated as FAT32, (my simpletech, is still on FAT32, whilte the maxtor had to be formated to journaled)

el triste/ the sad man

how very sad was saying goodbye, when we adore each other the most, even the dove emigrated, foretelling the end, how sad looks everything without you, the sea from the beach its gone, al colors turn gray, today everthing is solitud, im not sure if ill see you later, i dont know what my life would become, without the blue light from your soul, that doesnt shine upon me anymore, today i want to enjoy my pain, im not asking for compassion nor mercy, the story about this love, was written for eternity, how sad everyone says that i look, that im always talking about you, they dont know that thinking about your love, your love, i have been able to live, i have been able to live, today i want to enjoy my pain

C-Muse

im happy that life destroys my plans, that life doesn't care about all the time and effort that i put into them. for the next thing that makes do is travel far away and do unexpected things, things that drove me here, a place that i know nothing about, but even that, a place that has what i need, the place where you live, the place where a totally new plan begins.

greetings from the Pegasus Galaxy!!!!!

ok i know that this is the pegasus nebula, but we got distracted arround Antares, and we missed the exit 67 so we had to wait untill the next wormhole, and also Thor´s CGPS is pelican so oviously its broken, and we ended up here; in other things i thought i had time to go to taranis ( my home planet ) but thanks to some wraith activity time got cut short, also ii went to atlantis but that is another story that ill be telling u about as soon as i get back to eart, that is why i havent post in days, ( time dilatation may make it look like months)

Say goodbye

A year from now, we´ll be walking the same street, different sidewalks, different directions, but…? Will you talk to me, would be still be friends, or will we just pretend that we don’t exist... will we see each other?, will we talk about those moments we shared, well laugh about those things we did, will we talk for a last time? so close yet so apart in time, in mind…. today we say goodbye, and it may be forever, we may move on, may never see each other again, sad indeed…. There is a path for both, but it may mean that it doesn’t include us, nothing last forever though we wanted to, coz nobody wants to say goodbye, nobody wants to stand in front of all that we know and walk away from it,
So many words to chose from so many ideas to start with, but none of the is good enough to help me say goodby, thanks to all the memories all those moments around the corner, all those laughs that in silence promised to be together to have a pen to write each others story, make the impossible, to even try, we created a story without even try; to cry its ok... to feel sad also its ok, but the idea of knowing that it is not forever, as long as I remember you. we'll be connected, its like I never left you, tha we are still here; just the thought of waking up tomorrow its cruel, knowing that you are not there, how to begin how to stand up?, and walk.... a year from now the toys may not be what you liked, the thing we share may not be the same, even though I will keep that strength that you gave me when your depart was announced, the life you put in my hand that let me knew that everything will go on, and as well as we have to journey on our own, the same way we must try to walk together; it hurts we must say goodbye when we must change the place we live in, the way we are, the way we speak the things we wear, but if there is only one thing that will never chance and should never change it’s the way we are inside, the way we feel inside, so please say goodbye today, so tomorrow we begin to be closer and closer again, say goodbye, to realize that there is nothing to feel sad about, coz we are together still, so say goodbye.

There is no future, there is only us, only this
this post is dedicated to my friends that are about to go back to school, u know who u r

Let go.... be there

When I started this post I felt worry, not to be able to feel better ever again, that weird felling of not having a reason to be, felt trapped in one episode of "the wonder years" one day is the same as the other, with no energy to even do the podcast, I think that is not necessary to say that not even "work", but what does it makes you feel like that?, I think that the end of something or the achieving of a goal. coz what comes after that? What after you graduate?, after you get that desire something, after you party all Friday and Saturday and all you have to do is wait all Sunday long for Monday to come, what to do when everything is just the same, maybe is time to move on, forget about this place and start fresh again.



notes:
- i have enable the comments again, so knock yourselves over. again......

-this week podcast will not be comming out today you may check like... whenever ( and its not that im justifing myself up there) the spanish speaking mortals may wanna check Olallo Rubios podcast that this week is above howard stern's!!!

-for more "debrayes" go to dixo.com

out the glass

one day just because, you should take a backpack, put all that you can fit in it and may be necessary and leave, just start walking and go where you have never before; start a convensation with somebody; go to the supermarket and buy only thing that you have never tried before; start several hobbies at the time; but baby steeps before running; look at yourself in the mirror and stop seing what you want others to see, and start doing what you may be; faces, faces....

today in the news

sometimes life is all fun, sometimes it can be such as byatch, today... well, today she is just behaving....

The stone that became a heart

ACT 1, "genesis"
once upon the time, there was a rock that could talk and walk, it was amazing just for this qualities; indeed it was a happy rock... but how did that happen?; nobody knows because the only one present when this happened was the rock and it says that it can only remember moments after it happened, then again who are we to doubt its word, but anyway details about that are not of importance for this story; what really is important, its all about things it learned, like... it learned to talk, and then to sing, to move and then to dance, with this little, it was feeling stronger and it feel that it was time to show its qualities to the world arround it, and what better way than a play!!; where, it was a king, a dragon slayer and pretty strong warrior; the rock started to have feelings, felt pride (for a well performed play), and happiness, as the watchers cheered it; it was becoming more complex, every minute that it experienced, was imprinting a small mark on it and soon enough the marks started to give it a new shape, they made him evolve, and it gained new abilities like jumping, running, all the time was a new reason to celebrate, yeah those were great times, nothing bad was in its pat, yet...., because it wasn't complete,even though it didn't know it but it has never felt love, therefore it has never seen what really life is all about, never had someone that could give it the means to jump into something more... , more ...Alive....
ACT 2:"that is where you come in"
life, certainty must go on, and certainty all in it's life was about to change, a woman , more than that.... a muse, the first woman, it has ever seen, and of course!, it was reason enough to get it intrigued about the creature of feminine forms, every time the intrigue grew bigger and stronger, as it wached her from the distance, always from the distance, with every little fact that it was discovering about this new found muse, like a puppy after doing a trick, it was happy for the "treat", yeah still the happiness was there, but oh!, the problem begun, to know her, was becomin less than enough for it, a sense of reciprocity was in call, but how to? Because course it was too small, and too mineral, to be notice; this muse was daily being worship, yet she could not hear this prayers, and that began to be unpleasant for this little rock, for the very first time it was unhappy, the once king of the play and mighty warrior became nothing but a restless mind, better yet a zombie, for the first time the anxiety was present, now it was getting ready to learn to love, and even that it had the idea of love, it wasn't feeling it, why, why, how , how..... , how to make this, this goddess to acknowledge it, and even more important, to love it, and finally for it to love back, such as big task for such as small thing, ....
ACT 3 "awareness"
and so the time became meaningless, all the days and nights were all the same, its no use to explain, coz it all just remember the pain, and so well skip until the day that that the inspiration came, the revelation of its own self, like waching its reflect in water, it realize the truth, it was feeling it, it had already became what it was looking for, all those ting that it has experience e slowly, it stopped being and "it" and had became a "he", he became a heart, and all it needed to be notice was to beat, to beat and he would have the opportunity to be notice.... how ironic, anyway the next step its no revelation for its well known that to be close to the loved one, could make one's heart go faster, and it may also make one to start beating, just the right distance is required, enough to let the warm be felt, and the skin be touched; unfortunately exactly in the part that this beatless heart is getting closer to that muse is where this story ends.

epilogue: why? it ends here, because the story is not about "a" heart, its about "the" heart that any muse could fill with light, and every woman tells a diferent story, its about all the beauties that form that muse called "womankind", and only womankind is able to tell the end of this story.... stories......

racial meditation

la ultuma vez q el gringo trajo a negros a este pais, todo salio mal, pero al hispano nadie lo trajo......

numeros.....

haber, si navidad q es el nacimiento de jesus, es el 24 de diciembre y basamos nuestro calendario en nacimiento de jesus , o sea dia cero, del mes cero del ano cero, como es q los dos son lo mismo? , y mas importante como es q los reyes magos llegaron hasta enero 6? , y para agrandar el misterio, q Pit** toca aqui el, sancho closs?, yo no se de que parte de la biblia salio pero pues creo q lo importante es q trae regalos.

es bueno ser latino en US, pues es de ley recibir regalos el 24 y el 6.

how to fall (in love or the sky)

ok, you will wake up, smelly, hungry and with pain from head to toe, but of course you wont know what that is, because you have never felt anything lie this before, for gods sake you haven't felt anything before!!, but... its all good, don't worry, its all kind of things, coming at once, all is there, not defined yet, but don't worry, soon it will be clear; now that you alive (not just living) you can taste, you can touch and tell about things like cold and warm, its the begining of something very big, bigger than what you were given at creation, now you have been "born" in this humand land, you are not longer just a soul; nothing will be the same as ten seconds ago, while you were one of them; now you will be alive, the first thing you will do within this new reallity is to touch the dirt, because, for some reason when decide, to... to... i'll call it "born" coz is not falling from the sky anyway the our first seconds in the mortal realm is in soil, so you can feel every one of those grains and things mixed in the dirt. you will probably spend ten, twenty munutes, looking at it and arround, trying to absorb all the new things as fast as posible; one thing remember you can't anymore, this is life, and has limits, dont forget it!, and after those 20 minutes you will remember... why?, why you are there, here comes the tricky part, the reason why you decided to leave eternity, could be a she could be a he, and i have never known of any other reason, in my case a she, so what to do now?, go to her, have her teach you to be human; first time walking..., he?, i know the "step by step" is tricky, yet people make it looks so easy, so.... 30 more minutes?, until you can run?, then we run, e really run, non stop, still learning on our own, feeling the air, (the first time is the best), and all the sounds that are going into your ears, but somehow this time is diferent i don't know how, but trust me it is, i've come to think that this time we hear them separated from all the others even though we hear them all at once,funny thing, one tought that was in my mind all the way while i was runing was "if all this little things are feeling so good i wonder what will be to touch her" anyway i dont want to spoil it for you., so just remember this eart is diferent than what we lived on, there is evil and good, but there is also things that are both and any, respect the moment and dont try to be what you were, you have a single mind and cannot fell the tougths anymore, just one final advice, try not to make it a lesson about learning to live just let it be, many will think a lot of things about you, let them... they dont know what you know, they were never just witnesses like us, just remember that it will not be longer until we are eternal again and this become just a memory. so congratulations you are another man going to work, another mother coocking dinner, another father playing ball, another creator of stories... so create a dham happy one for yourself.


that is life, you are living now and as all creatures, one day you will die.

Another face that i know...

una cara mas q parece conocida, se quien es se como se llama, se que le gusta, con q se rie, y a veces q no le gusta, es una buena amiga, pero puede ser un dolor de cabeza, puede ser muy dulce y puede arrancarte la cabeza a mordidas, no se q le gusta comer, pero si se q no le gusta el eggnog, le gusta britney pero no conoce bjork, se q estudia demaciado y le importa al punto de casi ser una cerebrito, pero no q clases le dan dolor de cabeza, que no le gusta vestirse mucho con un par de jeans y una playera esta completa, y tambien se q en las mananas nescesita cafe tanto o mas q yo, se que tiene una marca en la cara pero nunca me he atrevido a preguntarle de como se la hiso, se mucho hechos y puntos de ella pero no se su opinion acerca de ellos, se q soy de su agrado pero no tanto como para q a cada rato me vea con ojos de espanto, o desconcierto, no se, por q pero me preocupa mucho su opinion, no es mi mas grande amiga, ni mi sempai, pero cuando anda presente camino derechito y trato de comportarme, pero como toda ley de la vida, siempre es alreves, puede q sea por q es una nina caprichuda y enojona pero algo tiene q hace tanto revuelo por aqui y alla.

(ENGLISH VERSION)

one more face that looks familar,i know ho she is and what is her name, i know what she likes and what makes her smile and even laugh, sometimes i know what she doesn't like; she is a good friend, but sometimes can be a big headache, she can be the sweetest girls and at the same time bite your head off, i dont really know what she likes to eat, but that i know for sure that she doesn't like my latte eggnog; she surprisingly likes britney but doesn't know much about Bjork, i know that she studies a lot and cares so much to the point that anytime can become a nerd, yet i don't know which classes are the ones that burn her head, i know that she doesn't like to dress up a lot, just a pair of jeans and a shirt would do just fine, i also know that she needs coffee as bad as i do.... and even more, sometimes; I've seen the little scar she's got, but i've never dare to ask her about it, i know facts and little things about her, yet i dont know the way she thinks about them, i know she likes me, even tough she is allways giving me those disaproving or weird looks, i don't even know why but i really care a lot about her opinion, and all she have to say, its not like we have been BFF or that she is my SEMPAI, but when she is arround i walk straight and try to behave, even though at the end it is allways the oposite, maybe because she is a grumpy brat, and gets all she wants even the atention of everyone. but one thing is for sure, she is got something that everywhere she goes she rumbles.

WAR!!!!

manipulacion, el poder esta en quien puede manipular, y para variar el gobierno como siempre quiere manipularnos, q "america unidad" luche contra los opresores de todo lo q "USA stands for", y el enemigo esta ves son los trabajadores de la MTA (metro transit autority), q malevolamente se ha puesto en guelga para perjudicar al "patriotico Newyorkino" pero no para pedir el pago de sus prestaciones q ya van casi 2 anos sin ellas, no para pedir no solo un aumento de salario, si no vehiculos y metro q al menos no apensten a orines, o ya de perdido q el motor no sea de los 80's, no solo quieren mejorar su situacion, si no al menos q les pague lo q se merecen, si con su "huelga ilegal" (dude!, q hay q q firmar papeles para poder ponerse en huelga?, pues su contrato asi indica, yeap asi de mal esta su situacion, digo q tengan q pedir permiso para protestar!!, dude can i hit you? please). lastima q la potencia mundial sea tan "screwed".

XMAS CAROL

tengo un bolsillo lleno de regalos para esta navidad, para el pequeno Timmy una nueva bicicleta, para susi una muneca, para itsy un cajita musical, para la abuela una dentadura nueva (y un nut craker yahoo!!!), todo no si no me alcansa el gordito q quiere su bolsa de regreso!!!


ENGLISH:
i have a bag full of gifts this chrismas, for little Timmy i have a new bike, for Sussy a doll, for Itzy i have a little music box and for granny a new dental piece (and a nut cracker, Yahoo!!!!), well all this if the chubby man in red, doesn't catch me!! he wants his bag back!!!

un grito desesperado

hey dude i saw this mexican book yesterday, i'd never thougth that they had this good ones in mexico, its so real so down to heart and.... SMACK!!!!!! le di tres cachetadas guajoloteras, y me fui por horas a guacarear.

what about life... not , really what's the deal?

she shows up and makes me a show, about not calling, she leaves without a goodbye, she shows up and makes me a show about not calling, no es mal pex pero q honda con mi vida?

525 600 minutes

the diference betwen my kind and yours, is that we enjoy walking, while you are just worried to get there...........




how do you mesure a year in the life?

cronica de una enfermedad anunciada

segun la AMA, ( me evito el chiste estupidito) tengo un 204 % de enfermarme de gripa, segun sus calculos 17 % por cada persona enferma con la q se tenga contacto diario, asi 3 enfermos en mi casa 7 en el trabajo y 2 amigos, ya pues me doy vencido ya no ruego por q no me enferme, si no por q no me de fuerte, y para rematarme ya enpezo a nevar, 7 malditas pulgadas!!!!! so mi vida, se resume asi esta semana:
esperando a enfermarme
no hay ropa limpia (las malditas tuberias se congelaron hasta manana)
obscurece a las 4:30 pm
la calefaccion me esta resecando la garganta
y creo q me he vuelto muy chillon.

soy una criatura de la noche, naci en el inframundo, nunca anhele nada, no nescesitaba nada, tenia una eternidad para aburrieme de todo, hasta del aburriento, hasta q me entere de los angeles q desafiaban a su propio creador, de criaturas q bailan a ritmos exoticos q nos hacen querer subir a ver a el dueno de esto, y pregutarle el por que de todo, algo para hacer a la bella criatura q conoce a los de mi mundo, voltear.

quiero demandar a microsoft!!!

siguendo la ideologia gringa de: si yo pago mis impuestos, por mi xbox no trabaja!, el gobierno deve hacer algo!!, ya mucho empezaron a demandar a microsoft; si! , nos mintio; con q el 360 tiene 20 Gb, si y no solo puedes usar 13, se lo paso; que tenga un tabique por eliminador, tambien; que jale una de energia, casi, pero que windows vista sea una vil copia de Mac OS, nunca!!!, ( "gadgets"= dashboard & widgets, "sidebar"=dock, "power seach"=spotgiht etc.) .

con la salida de RENT the movie, todos aqui en NY derrepente se volvieron hijos de Lloyd Webber , y ya no hay boletos para ver el musical hasta enero, e (o debo escribir "Y"???? ) EBay cotiza los boletos de 40 dlls hasta en 300, asi q tuve q verla para jusgarla, magnific!!, me dije, como yo, ya habia visto el musical antes, ya me la savia, y siguiendo la logica q todo lo no es, pero lo combierten pelicula (ej videojuegos, libros, anime "aeon flux") sucks!, ya estaba yo preparado para criticarla, pero ho! surprise:
si el director, ha dirigido la de teatro.
si el reparto es el original (exepto por 2).
si hasta el de escenografia es el mismo. A fuerza q es lo mismo!!, ha! pero mi negatividad new yorkina encontro a great flaw; actores de broadway no son lo mismo q de cine, (aun q casi no se note, pero algo malo tenia q encotrar) de ahi, todo es perfecto.

MERRY FUKCing Xmas!!!!

november 30th 9:00 pm, hoy se ilumino el arbol de el Rockefeller center, por el "mayor Bloomberg " ,ahi estuvieron muchos morritos q se quedaron sin casa por lo de katrina y como todos los anos time square por fin se quedo vacia por unos minutos, este es unico momento de el ano q puedes verla vacia, lo malo es q como fue un viaje relampago al alto manhathan no encontre mi camara asi q me chute la foto de el NY times (casi estoy seguro q ese de blanco , por donde esta la carpa blanca de alla al fondo es el MYk, x q ahi andabamos)

dos post en uno


esta foto es patrocinada por master MYka

hoy es el dia q oficialmente la temporada navidena inicia, ( pa los q no son de aqui inicia al prender las luces de arbol en el Rockefeller center) desde ayer todos los lugares y casa ya podian sintonisar estaciones navidenas en sirius y XM, so, a q ingaos voy con todo esto?, a q es el segundo dia, y ya estoy harto de the viena boys choir ( mejor conocidos como los enucos cantores de viena) con su "carol of the bells" y frank sinatra con su "new york, new york" asi como, en el trabajo nos hiciero firmar un papel q si nos volvemos locos (algo asi como lo de clockwork orange) no fue su culpa, asi q yo les entrege uno diciendo " if i go bersek and bite one or more customers its not my bad"

POTTER Y BARN

I HATE POTTER!, ahi parados en una linea rodeado de mocoso de 5 a 10 anos, como blanca nieves ( x q estabamos solitos entre tanto prepuberto), la gente nos veian como animales de zologico, dies minutos de humillacion todo para ver algo q solia odiar las peliculas de Harry Poter ( pero todavia odio los libros y me da urticaria al oir el nombre J.R. Rowling ) me atrevo decir q esta es mas q aceptable de hecho es buena, tiene buena fotografia, escenarios tipo "the lord of the rings", y como todas dicen el "beckham" del quidichk de todo eso solo me queda decir dos cosas i can't wait for "the order of the phoenix"
ho yea! also to the little rascal that was sitting behind me: i will find you and i'll make you eat that popcorn!!!

here in the limbo, rent is not controled

es hora de desconectarse como siempre, todo va aburrido cuando te conectaste, unos cuantos segundo y estaria dormiendo (o sera durmimendo?) mientras convivias con otros alla donde todavia hay luz de dia, mmmm interesante como unos segundo me mantuvieron despierto por mas de 4 horas, y mas aun, me mantuvieron feliz por 24 horas, desvelado y lleno de ojeras pero al fin y al cabo feliz

PD. next time just let me sleep

no drive zone

a veces es mejor olvidar esta ciudad y largarse lejos mandar a la chingada lo que nos atormenta, total manana sera otro dia, olvidar tanto maldito trafico, y relajarse, pero si no hay tiempo para eso, no hay nada como sentarse frente a un televisor y "beat the crap out of some guys" en "grand theft auto" san andreas.

andale mujer limpiale, q tenemos invitados!!

pues como q hace un buen q no despolvo el viejo blog, pero hoy tengo visitas, o mas bien el inspector de sanidad asi q hay q darle una manita de gato, pa que pase la prueba, no bad conection me traumara, no suspencion de servicio sera impedimento, esta ves, i will survive!!!! ya estare viendo q babosada posteare........ BB ahi voy (esh hace maletas, da 20 pesos a la chancludad pa q se mantenga durante la proxima temporarda de BB, da besos a los ninos, saluda ancianos, da tortas de tamal a los acarreados y hace falsas promesas)

sunny dale

el viaje a la conocida "cuidad" (o manhathan para los no NYrkinos) y una bella puesta de sol, no sigue por todo el camino. q bello atardecer......

pero no ma! q a las 4 de la tarde !!!! esas son ma***das!! q a las 4:30 haya un obscuro total, no jodan, lo unico positivo q puedo encontrar es q al menos no vivo en Ontario o Vancuver, Canada q a veces (dicen..) sucede a las 3:00 dios, no te la j*les!

UMD. the future is now!

PSP. una nueva era.....
3:30, (11:30 am metreon san francisco),media hora para el lanzamiento de el PSP; despues de jugarlo muchos se preguntaban, cual es mejor PsP o DS, no hay competencia, al menos no con el DS, los graficos son a veces mejores q los de un Xbox; yo con otros tantos conjelando nuetrsos traseros, fuera de un Circuit city, mi laptop (gracias a el hot spot de el Circ.City, tiene internet,) sintoniza la transmicion en vivo desde el Metreon, mucha jente atentos me, aconpanan, 4:00am, se vende el primer PSP oficialmente en america, un persona Richard Roth, se convierte nuestro heroe y el hombre del momento, el primer poseedor, de un psp en america. todos aplauden como cuando sale el clasico :huston , its a hit!; ladies and genttlemen , we 've got him..., la emocion sigue hasta las 8:00 am listos para entra, se abren las puertas uno a uno entramos, todo por temor a q nos detengan mas tiempo nos comportamos como en en banquete, (ya nos habian advertido) llego al mostrador , la unica pergunta, any game?, yes ridge racer and lumines ... next!, casi 15 min despues, en la salida, wow, una gran fiesta, la tienda provee enchufes para q comienzes a jugar tu psp, 3pm, todos seguimos aqui !, (bueno estuve), dos dias despues, salgo a la calle y no busco, es seguro q encontrare contra quien jugar!, se ha creado la P-munidad
(hayer 9 cab... juntamos, hasta espectadores teniamos)

Para toda la eternidad, el pasado

caminamos las calles,(1) como si no tuvieramos un destino, siempre desde el mismo lugar ,siempre al mismo destino, la hora era la misma,(2) me acuerdo la esperaba con ansia ; desde aquel dia que fui el unico q faltante, pareciera que la fuerza del destino, savia que no era el momento,(3) dos veces mas te perdi, la tecercera juntos regresamos,(4) todos tenemos algo, que dejar en el pasado, paso a paso liberamos los recuerdos, y cuando el dia q enfrentamos las memorias de vidas pasadas nos hiso una ultima visita, juntos estabamos,(5) ahi es cuando saves quien esta a tu lado, y aun que nunca logramos vivir mas alla de ese dia, hoy estamos aqui, asi como ese beso q nunca te di,(6) el cual todavia deseo, la distancia es otra cosa mas sin importancia, el tiempo es lo q menos me importa, al fin tendremos toda la vida para conocernos, tendremos uno al otro, y lo unico que importa....

1 todas las noches juntos
2 esperarte del cmm
3 Uri:"quien crees q se nos pego ayer," Gato:" xq no fuiste ayer?, estubo la brisni",tu:"ya metengo q ir" todos:" tevamos a dejar", yo:"no puedo tengo q llevar a mi hermana"
4 U,G:"ya nos vamos x q ya no va haver combis" Xoch:"yo tengo q llevar a lili", G:"tu llevala asu casa" , y asi fue, lastima q ahi hiba mi hermana....
5 tu casa, rene, bicicleta, recuerdas?
6 se explica solo.......

hace ya mas de diez anos, cuando mis calificaciones era lo q mas me importaba, cuando, nerd era mi nombre, un pequeno instante creo un cambio q me llevo a lo que soy ahora, bueno eso quiero pensar; Lugar... CENHCh, como siempre, ahi estaba por aquello del intelecto, un concurso interCE's , por un dia todos nos trataban a los nerds como reyes,hasta un cometa estaba en su punto mas visible, ese dia me vi desde otro yo, el yo social, el yo q podria tener novia (entenderan q como nerd eso estaba fuera de los limites) caso de lo mas siniestro, una nina q no conocia mi pasado, un problema de vestuario, todo se conjunto, para que terminara siendo el unico con no una, sino dos guias, (cuando era al reves) a medio camino atraves de la parte mas solitaria de toda la escuela, un comentario, me dejo saver que ella veia algo q yo no podia ver en mi, para ese entonces ya habiamos perdido a mi otra guia, una cosa llevo a otra, un chiste una broma, el contacto fisico, y el hecho de q me sentia diferente el hecho de q mi uniforme no parecia nada al de un CE, ( playera con cuello y una corbata atada pero a segundo boton,como los de rebelde, pero ese fue antes de..) me llevo a concer el sabor de un primer beso, a la primera vez q algo importante q no envolviera a la escuela me pasaba (mmm, bueno directamente); he aqui el motivo de este recuerdo, hoy me entero q Kabah se despide, q tiene q ver con esto?,mucho pues se suponia veria a la mensajera del destino antes de irme, pero la vi mucho antes, En la comida , primero, la banda de guerra, despues unos pseudo-backstreet boys y ... ella, bueno ellas y la "calle las sirenas", no importa quien era el grupo, q para el caso yo no conocia, pero me volvi fan instantaneo; resumen....?, no gane nada material, ni una medalla, ni un trofeo, pero creo q de ahi ese dia yo sali con el mejor premio, me gane a mi mismo, hoy podria ser alguien q no conosco, pero no!, creo q fue ella y el recuedo q esta en esa cancion q me creo un nuevo camino, un camino a Itzel, y por eso gracias amanda donde quiera que estes.

happy St. patrick's day
en todo el pais el 7 % es irlandes siendo la tercera minoria en este pais pero cuando se trata celebrar (lease embriagarse...) los irish son de lo mejor, como una senora me dijo : si hay algo q nos diferncia a los irlandeses es q somos abiertos, todos pueden celebrar con nosotros mientras entiendan el verdadero motivo, "an irish holliday is an everybody's hollyday" por eso es q es el unico dia q si parece dia nacional, no hay nadie el las calles q no vista algo verde, sera por miedo a morir por pelliscones?, como sea hoy todo el mundo a las 10 am ya estamos pedos...

hay q admitir algo esto cab...... estamos a 33 grados (2 grado cent. ) esos son huev.. pero como si hiciera un calor de los mil demonios

saludos desde pegasus galaxY

ya se q esta es la nebulosa de caballo, lo q pasa es q el por antares nos pasamos la salida 67 y tuvimos q esperara hasta el proximo hoyo de gusano, pero el cgps de thor es pelican y pues se descompuso y terminamos aqui, y pues por eso no he posteado en un rato pues anduve en atlantis , ya les contare mis aventuras....

MI AMOR DE VERANO, YA SE T ERMINO.....

por fin me encuentro con ultra, (pues el real no se conectaba desde hace 6 meses) de nuevo puedo saver lo q pasa en puebla, lo primero q escucho"subidon", mis dias en la PISTA de puebla regresan; mi memoria empieza a vagar, me lleva a la prepa, a las clasicas excursiones, (entra Alex Lora y las piedras rodantes, gracias a itunes), y a los amores fugases, q ahi suceden, hace cuanto, desde eso...todos tenemos una historia detras de cada hora , asi como este atardecer puede hacer recordar a muchos diferentes cosas, asi es d seguro q todas tienen algo en comun, todas esas cosas son nuestros mas emotivos momentos felicidad

THE ROAD AHEAD ME....

No es que me queje, pero pude haber sido irresponsable por unos anos mas, sin embargo he sido forzado a crecer, he tenido q enfrentar un camino q es totalmente obscuro, solo un poco mas alla de mis pues no mas unas senales no muy positivas, no me queda una opcion, solo caminar hasta que se haga de dia, espero un dia llegar a un lugar, donde no sea un toy soldier..

i'd love to be with you itzy but right now i have to be with my future, we have to have a litthe chat 

SUPERSIZE ME !
piggy, piggy, piggy, me!! america!!!, me.. oportunuty!, me.. supersize!,
i fill the void in me with things, and the one in my stomach with food,we are not really happy n maybe
that is why we make war, we're bored, yes we are bored, but would who dare to tell us
something, to tell us what to do, coz we are the supersize nation, and we are in the
top of human evolution,mmmmm... come to think about
it; does that means that from now on, it is just downside?.