This Strange & Long Journey

2011-05-23T16:43:00.000-07:00

Well...too many things happening this year. Some of them good, some others really really bad. I wish things were different.

I'm tired and confused.

Sandra

2010-12-16T07:56:00.000-08:00

...And she came back to my life. And wants to see me.

406

2010-09-03T22:20:00.000-07:00

...Magdalena...volví.

Update

2010-08-19T09:14:00.000-07:00

You may be wondering where have I been, right?

The truth is I have been just really busy. Working on my on-line business about 6 days a week. I haven't really dated anyone lately, so far the 'interesting' stuff is one girl told me I could go and work for the LA times (where she works) as a web something. I don't remember the title. Little does she know I can't work for a company like that.

I also met a cute girl the other day at the ice cream shop. I felt a vibe between us, however, everything went down the drain when she told me she was from Portland, and was visiting LA only for a few days.

I finally got my New Balance running shoes thinking they would had been made in America, to my surprise, they had been made in China.

At work things are difficult. The owner of the company had a stroke about 2 months ago and his nephew took his place. A lot of changes have been made, some good, some not so.

The worst part is he expects me to "volunteer" for work now that one of the older technicians is going away fro surgery for two weeks. I don't mind working more, I just don't want to work more for the same amount of money.

I hardly have time for this blog nowadays.

Update and a little something with AM

2010-07-13T09:38:00.000-07:00

Well, lots of stuff have happened since my last update. Perhaps the most important is that the owner of the company where I work became really sick and his nephew took over, which represented lots of changes. The biggest one is no more paid holydays. I don’t really care about that, but others in the company do; people who have been working there for over 20 years.

I wonder where all this will end.

Now about the girls. Well, Nathaly left for Chicago on June 23 and is to come back late this month. Yes, we had a second and a third date. Although she is really cool and nice, she is not really my type. But I’m sure she will make a great friend.

And Fanny, well, we had a huge fight on July 4th, and all I said was “Habra quien te quiera, pero no quien te ruege” after she told me she had to work and couldn’t come to Marina Del Rey to look at the fireworks. I was just kidding and she took it really bad. I guess that’s what I get for “being” with an 18 year old girl. From now on, I’m only going after girls 22 and older.

Oh, and I had some more to tell about AM (yes, the same girl from the Colombian festival about two years ago) It turns out Saturday she called me to ask if I could install her AC to the window of her new apartment.

When I got there, she went up to this little closet where the AC from her old apartment was and tried to take it out, but couldn’t because it was stuck against something. I, being this handsome strong guy, decided to help her. So she was bent over (literarily with her ass in the air) and I told her to let it go, but she didn’t so, I did the right thing and kind of hugged her from behind with my right hand holding the AC, the left arm kind of close to her boobs, and my legs behind her legs. (yes, kind of a awkward position, but it was all because she didn’t let go of the AC! Not because I had happened to make any moves on her)

I got the AC free and with both of us holding it in the position described above, pulled it out. With all the movement, somehow the outside of her right hand rubbed against, “The General” to be more precise, “My General”. I looked at her, and she kind of looked down, and a little ashamed said softly, “I’m sorry” I didn’t say anything other than to pick up the cord for the AC.

By then I was carrying the AC by myself and took it to her bedroom.

She looked very stressed out, apparently she had hired some people to clean the carpet, but they hadn’t showed up and she had to leave for work in a few hours.

The 3rd place match for the FIFA world cup was on. And she kept yelling at the TV every time Uruguay did something wrong. She asked me to forgive her, she then mentioned she had bet $50 on Uruguay.

After taking all the measurements, I told her I would be going back to install it next Saturday.

I wonder what will happen then.

Male Fashion 101 - Pants

2010-07-01T09:46:00.000-07:00

Pants are very important in a guy’s life. They can either make, or break you. For that reason you have to put special attention as to what kind of pants you wear anywhere you go. Make sure to wear the proper pants for the right place.

Ok, first things first, you are not 16 anymore. So wearing baggy jeans almost anywhere is not a choice. Those days are over and you have to deal with it. Changing pants style can be very difficult at first, but over time you will get used to it and you will be glad once the compliments start coming.

As an adult male, you have the responsibility of dressing properly. That means you have to coordinate your pants depending on the occasion. When I was in high school my “uniform” was that of a t-shirt, some jeans, and my beloved dirty sneakers. Thank god those days are over and now I dress different.

Basically a guy needs 3 different types of pants. If you’re more of an “outdoor” guy, then the number goes up, but these 3 will cover most of us “city dudes”. You need dress pants, jeans, and some going out shorts for those summer days. Make sure to pick pants you can use either for a date or just for kicking it around the house.

DRESS PANTS

Up until recently my dress pants were not really that nice. Since I don’t work in an office and I have some very nice jeans, I didn’t really have the need for some formal dress pants. So I went for Dickies pants, the original fit. I like those because they are not that thigh or that baggy. They were about $35. And I was kind of happy with them.

But then I watched Carlos Baute in a video with Martha Sanchez and I felt in love with the pants he wore. After looking for them on-line I found some that look a lot like the ones he wore. Don’t worry, I’ll give out the link to where you can view and purchase them if you want, but fist let me finish the description.

They are nice, not too thigh to the butt or too baggy at the bottom. They are very versatile and you can wear them to a date or just when you want to go out and look nice without looking overdressed. I read the reviews it had on the website, and almost everyone agrees every guy should own a pair of these pants. So I purchased them and they got here about four days after the purchase date.

I still need to take them out for a spin, but I’m sure they will look great.

Here is the link for these great pants. If you’re the guy who is interested in exploring with dress pants, I strongly suggest you start with these. I got the True Black color since Khaki is not really my style. After shipping and taxes I ended up paying about $40

http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=11889&vid=1&pid=620174&scid=620174002

JEANS

Now jeans can be very tricky. A certain pair of jeans will make you look great, while others will…just not do the job.

What am I talking about? Skinny jeans. Skinny jeans suck. There, I said it and I’m sure every guy who is in his right mind will agree with me. I could write a whole post on why no guy should ever wear skinny jeans, but I honestly don’t have the time to do so. So I’ll just give out 3 reasons why you shouldn’t get skinny jeans:

1. They are too tight. You don’t want to look like a girl from behind, do you? I guess there’s no need for more explanations with this one.

2. Only really skinny guys will fit right in skinny jeans. Mother nature didn’t create the body of guys to be skinny, so trying to fit into something that’s not for you is just pointless.

3. Skinny jeans are not manly.

Skinny jeans are great for skinny girls. But for some reason everyone seems to think they look good in them, even some fat guys. I live in Hollywood, so the sight of a fat guy in skinny jeans is not that rare here. (and it also is a very depressing sight too)

So now on to the good jeans.

If you’re 17, then I guess baggy jeans will be Ok for you, but if you want to look like a grown up man, then I suggest going for the classic style the Levi’s 527 or 517 give.

The difference between these two is that the 517s will make you look more of a cowboy, while the 527s will give you more of an urban look. Either way, they are the right jeans for a grown up man who wants to look nice, but at the same time be a rebel.

You can get these hard to find jeans at :

http://www.langstons.com/levis-527-low-rise-boot-cut-jeans.html

Not only they look cool by themselves, but they can be worn with boots or tennis shoes (not gym shoes). And if you’re not that tall, like me, only 5’ 7” They will make you look taller.

As you can see, every aspect of these two jeans, is great. This is the right choice.

GOING OUT SHORTS

Why am I including shorts in the pants post? Well, I honestly don’t know. I guess I want guys to look nice and be comfortable at the same time. During the summer it is really hard to wear jeans and boots outside. This is specially painful if you live in places like Los Angeles and Miami. The summer can be very hot here. Here, the trick is simple. Just go to the nearest mall and look for some formal shorts, not the ones you would wear to play soccer or basketball. Make sure they go almost up to your knee. You don’t want them to be too short. If wearing formal shorts is something new for you I suggest going for dark brown or black shorts, since those will look good with almost any king of shirt you have in your closet already. If you want to be more “out there” then go for some white ones.

How do you know you picked the right shorts? The shorts I’m describing will require you to wear a belt when you have then on.

Just put on a white v-neck t-shirt and some leather sandals and you will look great all summer long and be comfortable too. Since these are formal shorts, you can also wear a formal shirt too.

Don’t forget your sunglasses since with these look, you will be the center of attention, and it will be your chance to look like a movie star.

I hope this had covered all of your pants needs. If you have something to say, go ahead and do so. I check this blog constantly even if I haven’t posted anything for a long time. Take care and see you later.

About Gay Marriage

2010-06-24T09:29:00.000-07:00

Today I have decided to write about gay marriage and why I’m against it. First of all, and before you start calling me a “homophobe”, let me set things straight. I don’t hate gays or preach any sort of violence against them, in fact I condone any hate crimes. But that’s not the point of this post.

Since I was little, there has been an ongoing debate about legalizing gay marriage. At first the idea of two guys kissing was really gross. I could not understand why would a guy enjoy kissing another guy.

Then, as I grew older, I began to understand how the gay mentality worked and how they are not sick or any different from the rest of us “normal” people (no one is really normal, we just act that way). I learned gay people are good people, who just want to live a normal life and mean no harm to anyone. Just like the rest of us, they too just want to live happily.

So, for much of my teenage years, I was in favor of gay marriage. And I thought people who were against gay marriage were just a bunch of ignorant narrow minded religious nuts. You know, people who was happy living in 18th century America.

Time passed by, and suddenly I noticed something. I wasn’t really a “manly” guy. At 5’ 7” and 135 lbs I was very little, plus I was really shy. Lack of confidence followed me everywhere. That’s when for some reason I stumbled into David DeAngelo’s program of “How To Be Good With Girls”.

There I learned that if I wanted to be good with girls, I would have to be a man first. The problem was I never really had a roll model of how a man must be. My parents got divorced when I was 13, so I pretty much did what my mom told me to do. That also included accepting people who were “different” from me. Historically women have been a lot more open minded to accepting changes into their world. So it wasn’t a surprise when I asked my mom if she was OK with gay marriage and she answered “I would still love my son, if he turned out to be gay”. Still to this day, I don’t really know if she said that because she thought I was gay or not.

Remember, back then I was a very skinny delicate guy who didn’t like to fight or was able to handle confrontation. Even now, I still don’t like to fight, however, now I can get into fights if there’s no other way out; and with guys taller than me. Of course, now I’m 20 lbs heavier, run about 2 miles 3 times a week, and I can bench about 100 lbs (not much, but I don’t want big muscles, I just want to tone the ones I already have).

But the most important change has been my attitude. Before I used to be really shy, I just wanted people leave me alone, that’s why I got teased so much in high school. And now my attitude is that of “I’ll punch you in the face if you mess with me”. I have been in countless fights ever since, specially at work, where people only respect you when you can defend yourself.

Then something inside my head changed. I don’t know if was the testosterone levels raising in my body, or the rush I got when I get on my motorcycle and go really fast, but suddenly I didn’t think two guys or girls kissing was OK. I don’t know if you have ever felt that rush if you’re a guy, but if you’re reading, and you’re a girl it would be pointless trying to understand what I’m trying to say. It would be like a woman trying to explain to me how giving birth feels like. Nature didn’t give me the equipment to understand that kind of feeling because it is something only a woman can feel, and I’m not a woman.

It is a really strong feeling I had never experience until I followed David DeAngelo’s advice and began to “be a man”. As I’ve said before, I became more violent, and my opinion changed on subjects like gay marriage. It was then that I realized I was ok with it because it seemed like everyone was ok it too; tv, radio, most women, and nobody really wanted to be against it. So, like a good sheep, I followed everyone else around me.

I didn’t want the world around me to start accepting gay marriage, why? Because I think it is wrong; something our society should not accept. However, I knew they had the right to do with their lives what they wanted. They could be together and there was nothing I could do to stop that.

I didn’t want my kids to live in a world where two people of the same sex can get married and pretend everything was fine. Why? Because I don’t think it is ok for two people of the same sex to be considered at married.

Some people have said “marriage is a thing of love” and that’s why two persons who love each other should be able to get married if they want regardless of their sexual orientation. But I don’t believe that’s quite true. Yes, marriage is about love, however is it also about how society sees you. I don’t want to be part of a society that doesn’t see anything wrong with legalizing same sex marriage.

That’s why there is this battle going on. Some people are against and other in favor of gay marriage, and neither can’t leave society.

We need to keep our traditions, not only because it is the right thing to do, but because the whole future of our species depends on it. Other civilizations have accepted gay trends in their society (along with other, way crazier stuff) and look where they are now. Yes, those ancient civilizations are dead.

I got the feeling all of this is due to a lack of real men in our society. I have witnessed with my own two eyes how a “lesbian” girl felt for a jerk in a motorcycle. When? Well, I am that jerk in the motorcycle. This tells me the “girl in the relationship” is only with the other girl because she is really manly. And how lesbian can you really be when you’re with someone who looks, acts, smells, and sometimes even thinks like a man? Not very. It only took a jerk in jeans and a cool bike to bring her back. I knew she would had accepted a ride in my bike if I had offered her one.

What does all that tells me about society and this whole “inner sexuality” thing? Well, that although there are some genuine lesbians and gays, there are some who are just confused and are with a same sex partner because they are attracted to some of their qualities. In the case mentioned above, the girl is with the other girl just because the other girl has the qualities a man should have.

I’m against a relationship like that, not because I think they are sick, but because I don’t approve a girl and a girl should be together.

For now this all I have to say, but when I feel the need to keep talking, I’ll go ahead and do so.

Update

2010-05-31T20:36:00.000-07:00

I know I haven't posted anything in a wild, but please be patient. As of today, I'm dealing with lots of things, dating 2 girls at once, plus a really crazy and tiring Memorial weekend.

But be patient, I'm currently working on 2 big ass posts. One about pants, you know, for my Male Fashion 101 saga, and the other is about gay marriage.

No Hay Nada Eterno

2010-05-21T14:44:00.000-07:00

El tiempo me ha venido a decirme

que nada es igual

Que yo no puedo continuar asi

Que voy viajando en un tren expreso

que no puedo frenar

Y cada instante es un momento que se va

Y no hay forma de saber

cuanto me falta por viajar

A veces siento miedo

No puedo parar

Ha cambiado todo voy cambiando

En mi no hay nada eterno

No puedo parar

Voy muriendo un poco

Voy cambiando en mi

No hay nada eterno

No puedo parar

Y el tiempo viene a cobrar

esos momentos sin hablar

Y cada hora debo dar

Todo ha cambiado

Todo voy cambiando en mi

Voy muriendo un poco

Ha cambiado todo

Voy cambiando en mi

No hay nada eterno

No puedo parar

Voy muriendo un poco

Voy cambiando en mi

No hay nada eterno

No puedo parar

Today

2010-05-20T09:44:00.000-07:00

Today I woke up with a headache, and I don't know why.

Now on to bragging.

Should I call Fanny today or wait until tomorrow to ask her out?

;-)

Oh, and on another note, Nataly loved my motorcycle when we went out last week. She is only 18, but I don't really give a rat's ass. Soon I'll have my own apartment, and that's all that matters.

I'll have the money in about 8 months, and I'm already designing how it is going to look. I will finally have my very own "bachelor pad" in Hollywood.

Immigration News

2010-05-12T08:01:00.001-07:00

I haven't written anything lately. I have been kind of busy. Been looking for an apartment and saving money for when the day finally comes. I have met one or two girls here and there. Actually, just last night I talked to a girl at the gym. She is hispanic, but has a white boyfriend. Although she doesn't have the nicest body or the cutest face, I find her very attractive. Maybe it's just the fact that I can't have her what makes her so pretty.

She asked me if I was using one of those big rubber balls that was next to me, and I made her laugh with my answer. I can't think of a reason as to why keep talking to her.

Perhaps the biggest news so far is one of my friends was caught red handed in Arizona. Angel called me yesterday to tell me all about it. My friend even made it to the news and on the internet. I wish I could post the link to the video, but it would be stupid for me to do so.

"He went down, but he did it on style" I joked and made Angel laugh after I watched the video.

Lets just say he was smart, but not so smart. I hope he gets deported instead of a long sentence in jail.

With nothing to say

2010-04-29T09:20:00.000-07:00

Well, nothing has really happened since my last post. Perhaps the only real news is I found a great apartment near downtown at $800 a month with all the utilities included.

I know the owner of the building, so I'm saving to move there in about a year or so.

Oh, and I got some pants after I watched the Martha Sanchez and Carlos Baute video; the colgando en tus manos one. It was kind of hard finding them, but finally I found the pants Carlos was wearing at gap.com. I only had to spend about $40.

and remember that Brazilian looking girl who works at the coffee shop, well, she is not there anymore. I think she found a better job. In her place is a beautiful young blonde girl.

Update

2010-04-24T15:01:00.001-07:00

This week has been a really busy and sad week. I guess it all began Tuesday when a girl who "works in the streets" came into the shop. She has a reputation of giving out $20 BJ's and perform private strip tease dances for whatever money you have.

She is really pretty, but you can see she is into drugs. If she weren't doing so much shit to her body and mind, she would be a nice girlfriend.

Normally when she comes, I'm not there, but for some reason she showed up at around 12:00 pm. So I looked at her and she looked at me. After a exchanging a few words, i took her to the back of the shop, you know, for a "private show". She told me if I wanted a BJ it would be $20 as she took a condom. I told her it would not be necessary.

The show was a bit of a disappointment. Although she has an OK body, I guess all the rumors were just that, rumors. I gave her $10 and she thanked me.

Friday morning when I arrived to work, I noticed an ambulance parked outside the house that's next to the shop. Eventually I learned that a girl I know, had attempted suicide. Apparently this wasn't the first time she tried it, however, this time, she finally completed her goal.

She was about 38, but had been suffering from depression since her grandmother passed away about 2 years ago. I hope she finally stopped suffering.

Earth Day

2010-04-18T14:42:00.000-07:00

Last Wednesday I got an e-mail informing me one of my designs was chosen to be part of the Earth Day 2010 website exposition. Good, free publicity.

Birthday Party

2010-04-15T09:29:00.000-07:00

Sunday was my friend S. birthday party and that night I realized something. It all began in the morning at around 10 when S. called me and asked if I could go over to his house and help him clean the place.

I accepted and waited for him to pick me up. He and his girlfriend arrived about half an hour later. In the truck they had a bunch of stuff they had picked up for the party already. Tables, chairs, and big pots for the pozole. Apparently they were expecting 20 or so people.

Once there, my job was to clean the garage where the party would take place. S. lives with his family and in the garage there were lots of toys scattered around. They belong to his nephew Ks. We pretty much cleaned the whole place up in about one hour. We even had the time to do some decoration work, well, I did that under the management of S’s girlfriend, J. She mainly just told me where to hang the signs.

At around 3 pm, and after watching the Real Madrid vs. Barcelona game, I went back home and told everyone I would come back for the party at night. Left knowing once I came back N, S’s sister, would be there.

I took care of some stuff I had to do that afternoon. And I even felt a sleep watching a soccer match on tv (I guess that tells how exciting was that game). At 9 pm I got a call from S. asking when I would be showing up. By then I was already in the parking lot, getting ready to leave.

About 15 minutes later, I was pulling up to S’s driveway. Parked the motorcycle and as I was doing so another car arrived. From that car, Lzth, Fy, and Dla came down. All of them looking hot as hell. Even when S. doesn’t really like Dla that much, I told him to invite her over, so I could spend the whole night watching her long, and yummy legs. They greeted me and when inside. By then S. and Ch. Had come out from the house S. took Lzth’s car and parked it in a tight spot in the street.

Got in. On my way to the table I ran into the family at the kitchen. Even when I said “Hi” to everyone there, I put special interest on N. She is not the typical Hispanic girl you meet everyday. She is different, very different from the rest. She is a lot sweeter and very docile. We looked into each other’s eyes when I walked in. As usual, we smiled, but kept looking at each other a few moments without saying a word.

Even when I have known S for years, I never had the opportunity or the interest of meeting any of his sisters until recently. That’s when I met Ada and N. That’s also when I found out that was married and had a four year old son.

The place was FULL. It was only about 9:30pm and there were at least 20 inside. I quickly sat down to eat knowing more people would be showing up and I noticed we had started to run out of chairs already. Talked and cracked a couple of jokes with the people around me. Then I went up to the rest of the tables to greet everyone there since I knew everyone at the party.

After 20 or so minutes I got up, excused myself and left for the kitchen, since I had noticed a group of about 8 (girls and guys) come in. In the kitchen, it was pure chaos. S and his girlfriend J serving food to the people at the tables and S‘s sisters were doing something too.

“Que haces aqui Juan Carlos?” (What are you doing here Juan Carlos?) I heard Ada say.

Then out of nowhere N came and said “Juan Carlos cohibido, no lo puedo creer” (A quiet Juan Carlos, I can’t believe it)

I looked at N and said “Es que conozco a todos y no se a quien hablarle” (I know everyone and I don’t know who to talk to)

She laughed. Then I looked at her and told her there was something weird going on. She towered over me. At least 2 inches.

She was wearing high heels and looked very beautiful. She is normally about an inch shorter than me. So I said “Asi no se vale. Tambien yo me voy a poner tacones altos” (That’s not fair, in that case, I’ll use high heels too) She laughed hard again.

Then I left to mingle with the people at the party. I thought that would be the only interaction we would be having.

I was talking to Ch when suddenly S came up to us and ask Ch if he could go with his sister to the store and get more beer since she didn’t want to be out at night alone. I don’t know what took over me. Without thinking twice about it. I offered myself for the job. I wasn’t sure if the sister he was talking about was N or Ada. I just took a chance and hoped it would be N.

So Ch was driving, and I was in the front seat while N was in the back seat. The weirdest thing is that it was her car. Well, if you look at it carefully it wasn’t that weird since N is one of those girls who doesn’t really like to be the leader at almost anything. That also includes driving.

And for that reason I find her extremely attractive. Its like our personalities are made one for another. Since most of the times I’m the leader at what we do, sometimes I think she is attracted to me.

Before I she got into the car, I opened the door for her and said “Ladies first”, she smiled and thanked me. On the way to the store we all started to talk.

I think this story is getting too long for no real reason. After being around N all night long, I realized I would like to find a girl like her. Sweet and innocent, you know, the kind of girl who would hide and then cry after she has a confrontation with anyone.

The party really didn’t end that night, but I left at around 1am without anyone noticing and through the back door, you know, to be the center of attention once everyone had noticed I was missing.

Moving Day

2010-04-09T08:02:00.001-07:00

The last Sunday of March G moved from the apartment he and his girlfriend had near Wilshire and Western and asked me to help out. Apparently they are going their separate ways or something like that. I don’t really know. The think is his girlfriend moved out somewhere near Western while he is going near Venice.

His girlfriend moved out about 3 weeks or so. And in the apartment there was only his stuff and the kitchen furniture. Since he thought he didn’t have lots of stuff to move, only me, him and another guy were going to do the whole moving thing. Sounded easy, right? Boy, it was a lot of hard work.

For starters his friend didn’t show up as planned in the morning because he got drunk the previous night. So there was only two of us…with no truck because that guy was the one was supposed to get it. Great.

I arrived to his apartment at around 10 am and found a mess inside his apartment.

“Now you really live like a bachelor who has no prospects in life” I said when I came in and he laughed.

He said he had been doing some cleaning before leaving. So I asked him where he was going to put all of his stuff. He said we still needed to go to get the boxes at Ralph’s or another place. But first we needed to walk to his girlfriend apartment to get the car.

His girlfriend moved into a 2 bedroom apartment she shares with no other than AM. Yes, the hot Colombian girl who slept in my arms last summer when we all went to the colombian festival in Pico Rivera. I still remember the argument we had later that day. If you want to read the whole story, look for one of my May 2009 posts named “AM and the colombian festival” or something like that.

It had been almost a year since the last time I saw her. Got to their place. He and his girlfriend went into her room leaving me in the almost empty living room. There was a stereo tuned to “Latino 96.3” or some other regetton shit station and a big sofa, but that was it.

It was about 11:30am and the blinds were closed and it was hot. I walked to the kitchen looking for a glass of water. Instead, the first thing I found were dirty dishes in the sink. For some reason I can’t stand the sight of dirty dishes just standing there. So I started doing them. But since I was doing the dishes, I thought it would only be fair to listen to a station I enjoy. So I changed it to KROQ and started doing the dishes again. There weren’t many of them. When I was almost done I hear someone behind me.

“Hey”

“Hey“, I answered without turning back

“Que haces?(what are you doing)” She said with her accent.

“Estoy lavando los trastes(I’m doing the dishes)” I answered and then turned to her.

I found her dark eyes and her pink skin. She was still in her pink pajamas. She looked so pretty and innocent. Too bad she made a really bad first impression on me. The night I met her, she was drunk stupid, sleeping in the back seat of G’s girlfriend car. That’s why I treat her somewhat bad.

I know that if I start to be “charming”, she will like me (although I think she does now) and I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay away from her. After all, she does look like the kind of girl I tend to go for. About 5’4”, 135 lbs, fair skin, with dark eyes and hair.

Although AM looks like the girl of my dreams, I know she is not. Her personality is very friendly, however, something tells me she is hiding something. She does look like the kind of girl who likes money and puts it over other stuff.

That’s why I tend to talk as little as possible to her.

“Yo los iba a lavar(I was going to do them)”

“Si, pero yo ya te gane(Yes, but I beat you to them)” Still looking into her eyes.

She laughed and thanked me.

I saw an empty can of soda at the counter, took it and asked her where the trash can was. She says, they recycle. So I just poured some water and rinsed it out and put it back where it was. She thanked me again, but this time I added

“Gracias nada, van a ser 50 dolares” (thanks nothing, it is going to be 50 dollars)

She laughs again and says, “Que te los pague Jenny”, and left to her room.

I turned back to the sink to clean it. I always though an apartment shared by two girls would be spotless. At least that’s the experience I have from work. I get to go into people’s houses and see who cleans what, and who lives like a pig.

Not a minute had passed and G came out and told me, “Ok ama de casa. Vamonos”

We headed to the store and bought the boxes. Fortunately they still had some left. By this time he had called his friend and told him he would be showing up at 1pm. But in reality he only showed up at 3pm because he was getting the truck from another friend.

In the meanwhile me and G started to pack all of his shit. For a small apartment and only two people, he had LOTS of shit. It was mostly VHS movies, bunch of school papers and metallica cassesttes from when G was in high school. I asked him if he was really going to take those to his new place. At first he said no, but then changed his mind. And then he once changed his mind. So before he could change it again, i grabbed the boxes and went down to the trash can and threw everything there.

We were not even half way done when G’s friend showed up. He came and saw all the mess. And then said he needed to go somewhere else to do something and that he would be back in a bit. Left without being in the apartment for 5 minutes.

Now that really pissed me off. It looked as if it was me the one who was in a rush to move out of the apartment and not G. He seemed really calmed and confident we would be able to get everything done that day.

Not only this fucker got drunk the previous night and showed up at 3pm to help, but the stupid idiot shows up in a minivan thinking everything would fit in there. He had no dolly to move stuff around (and we were in a 4th floor) and was so confident a full size refrigerator was going to be easy to move.

That’s when I really had it. After the fucker left, I took the phone and called a friend from work. He has a pick up truck and a dolly. He owes me a couple of favors, so he agreed to come and help us in a Sunday with no previous notice.

I told G that we needed to put all of the boxes in his car and move them to his new place. Since the refrigerator and kitchen table were going to his g/f place, we would have to come back for them later when my friend showed up in the pick up truck.

We took the kitchen table apart and moved the boxes out when G’s friend showed up again. To my surprise it had been less than half an hour. They decided to put the boxes and some small stuff in the minivan and took them to G’s place. I waited there for my friend. They came back when my friend had showed up and we were taking the refrigerator down. Since it was a really big refrigerator it didn’t fit in the elevator. So we had to take the stairs.

I was just glad I was doing this with a dolly and with someone who does this for a living and not with two idiots and no dolly.

So we headed to G’s girlfriend place with only the refrigerator because magically the kitchen table was able to fit in the minivan. It wasn’t really a big table and the whole base could be taken apart in 5 small light parts.

She was waiting for us outside the apartment building. G and his friend took the kitchen table in first. Then me and my friend took the refrigerator down from the truck. When we got it down, I pulled it up the curb by myself. I turned around and saw G’s girlfriend looking at me. She smiled and said “Estas fuerte Juan” (you’re strong Juan).

Although this wasn’t the heaviest refrigerator we have moved, it wasn’t the lightest either.

Jenny’s apartment is in the first floor, however, to get there, you need to go up about 7 or so steps. Me, the refrigerator and my friend from work were at the bottom and others were up. That’s when G’s friend (the idiot with the minivan) yelled at us. “Si pueden o quieren que los ayude?” ( Can you do it, or you do need help?) in a mocking way.

And I yelled back “Este trabajo es para hombres, no para ninos” (This is a job for men, not kids). Everyone burst into laughter and the guy shut up and looked at the floor.

Then I heard G’s girlfriend say “Eso Juan” and smiled at me. Aparently she doesn’t like that guy much either.

We got up the stairs and headed to the apartment. Everyone stayed out or at least that’s how it looked from my point of view since I had been pulling the refrigerator with the dolly since we got it down the truck. And couldn’t really see who was and who was not around.

When we got into the apartment, my friend asked, “Donde esta la colombiana estupidita?”(so, where is the stupid colombian girl?) He asked because I told him all about the incident from the Colombian festival and had told him she was going to live there.

I answered “Lo mas seguro es que se este escondiendo” (most likely, she is hidding somewhere)

Then we cracked a couple of jokes from work. Like the morning when Jose (a worker from one of the building management companies we deal with) had showed up to work to kick my butt, but ended running away because P scared him away before he ran into me.

After setting the refrigerator in place, I pulled it against the wall. That’s when I noticed my friend wasn’t there anymore, and in his place, there was G’s girlfriend looking at me. I was still laughing and saying some stuff from work.

She looked at me and asked “Juan, por que eres tan grocero?” (Juan, why do you swear a lot?) and smile at me.

This caught me with my guard down completely. I answered, “Asi soy yo” (that’s the way I am)

Looked to my left, and there was AM looking at me. I looked into her eyes, and said “Que?” (What). She laughed for some reason. I took my stuff from inside the refrigerator, and left without saying anything. Headed back to G’s place to get my motorcycle and left to my home very tired.

Instant Karma

2010-03-27T15:50:00.001-07:00

Wednesday night was just another night at the café. I was working in my designs. In the seat in front of me, there was this girl who is OK. You know, about 5’3” and about 120 lbs. Looked in her mid to late 20’s. White. When I came in, our eyes met and then she turned away. Since the place was almost full, the only seat available was right behind her.

I took the table and noticed the outlet where her computer was plugged, was right at my feet. I though that would give me a great opportunity to talk to her. Specially since her AC adaptor was very large and was obstructing both outlets. She had a Mac computer.

So I waited about 30 minutes. Then I took my AC adaptor and said in her direction:

“Excuse me?”

No answer from her. I though she didn’t hear me because she was wearing her headphones.

“Hey?” I said, but this time lauder. Still no answer.

“Hey?” I said again. “Hola?” I said, but she didn’t answer either.

So I tapped her shoulder and she turned around. My original plan was to ask her if it was OK if I disconnected her AC adaptor and plug it back in the bottom one since hers was occupying both, sneak one of my A material lines, and wait to see how she reacted.

So she turned around. Looked at me, smiled, shook her head “no” and turned back to her computer without giving me time to say anything.

That really pissed me off. She probably though I was trying to “hit on her” or something. Well, she was right, I was trying to hit on her, but still, that’s no way to act when a stranger taps your shoulder and wants your attention. What if instead of me, it had been one of those guys who have low self confidence? She would had probably devastated the little will those guys have to talk to pretty girls they don’t know.

So I unplugged her AC adapter and plugged mine in. I noticed her screen went dimmer, and then brighter when I plugged it back in. But she didn’t even turn to me to see what had happened.

So I sat back and decided to give her a taste of her own remedy. Sooner or later she had to leave and she was going to have that AC adapter unplugged and as long as I was sitting there, she was going to need my help.

Waited patiently until 10 at night. I noticed she was getting ready to leave. That’s when I sat closer to the table and opened my legs, you know, to make it more difficult for her if she went under my table and unplugged the AC adapter herself. I saw her packing her stuff, then she turned around and said if I could get her AC adapter. Suddenly this bitch was acting nice and expected me to be nice too. I looked at her, smiled, and went back to my computer. Ignoring her.

She got up and went under my table. I was with my legs wide open and with my right foot I was stepping on the AC adapter’s cable and at the same time blocking the way to the adapter. So if she wanted to get it, she would have to move my foot no matter what.

That of course made things even more difficult for her, and extended the time she spent under my table, with my balls and “the general” close to her face or at least closer to what she wanted them to be. In the mean while I was just kind of smiling and thinking of what a jerk I can be. I also though that if someone had looked at us from the right angle, they would think she was giving me a blow job. And that thought made me smile.

So, she finally moved my foot and unplugged the AC adapter and when she got up said angrily “Thank you though”.

I ignored her and just kept on half smiling to myself.

She packed the rest of her stuff and headed to the door. Before leaving, she turned and gave me a really dirty look.

I guess the lesson here is to never be mean to strangers…specially if you’re a pretty girl. Who knows, maybe you will end up in a position where you’ll look like you’re giving that guy a blow job, like this girl did.

Census 2010

2010-03-18T08:21:00.000-07:00

I just got up. Last night I got in pretty late. Went to my friend’s place to get a hair cut and ended up going to Carl’s Junior at about 10 at night. Got home at about midnight. But on the other hand, I do look great.

I also decided to boycott the Census 2010. I mean why would I want to be counted so that California can get money when California would not give me a driver’s license even when I’m a good guy, don’t get into trouble, work hard, pay taxes, and I’m a civilized person most of the time.

I participated in the past, however, this time it’s different. I am tired of the government and their empty promises. Now its time to give the government a little taste of their own remedy.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my city and I wish things were different, but hey, that’s the way it is.

Now on to something else. My motorcycle looks great with the new seats and I have to admit it makes me the attraction of the neighborhood. I finally figured out what was causing that noise. Turns out I ran the new clutch cable where it didn’t go. I had to remove and reinstalled the gas tank, but now it runs great.

Also Sunday night I met a pretty girl in the café. She lives in Pasadena, but is originally from Virginia. Although she doesn’t laugh a lot, seemed very nice…too bad I didn’t write down her phone number right. Now only god knows when I’ll see her again.

Santa Paula

2010-03-16T09:58:00.000-07:00

Last week one of my co workers asked me if I could go over to his brother’s house and fix the heater. I agreed. Then he told me the house was in Santa Paula, CA. Since he is a good friend I decided to go. So we agreed to go there Sunday morning.

It was kind of an easy job since the problem was only a loose cable that was preventing the burn to come on and start the blower. I got to be outside of LA for the first time in about 5 years.

Santa Paula is a small community that’s growing and made me miss big city LA lots. Thank god I’m back home now.

Rite Aide

2010-03-12T08:59:00.000-08:00

Last night I was feeling a little sick. After the gym, went to a local Rite Aid and bought some over the counter medicine. As I was walking to the register, I noticed they were selling lighters with cool graphics. I picked them up. As soon as the lady saw them, she asked for my ID.

I told her i wasn't buying cigarettes, but said she needed to see my ID anyways. I told her I was 26. Apparently she didn't believe me. And asked for my ID again.

I normally don't carry my ID with me, so I had to leave the lighters behind.

This is the first time I buy lighters in a Rite Aide, so I don't know if that's the standard procedure. I always get my lighters from the 7-Eleven and have no problems.

oh, I almost forgot to mention I finally fixed the seats in my motorcycle. Will post pictures soon.

Mexico vs New Zealand in Pasadena

2010-03-11T09:28:00.001-08:00

Last Wednesday I went to watch the National Mexican soccer team for the first time in my life. Normally I don’t go to these games because Mexico, for the most part, comes with a very young and inexperienced team to LA. But this time it was different. Since the FIFA world cup will be this summer, they brought the “good team” to Pasadena.

For this reason last Saturday S. called and asked me if I wanted to come to the game with him. I accepted and got the tickets for him, and his brother in law.

Come Wednesday, I got off early from work: at 5. Half an hour later S. Iv. And his cousin Ax. Picked me up and headed to Pasadena.

Since I don’t have any Mexico jerseys, I decided to wear my good old America one. I thought that would be good enough, but once I got into the truck. S. gave me a Mexico jersey (a green one) and he said he did it because he wanted everyone to wear a Mexico jersey.

There were 4 of us in the truck and behind us…S.’s brother in law came with other 4 friends I didn’t know. The plan was to get to the parking lot and from there walk to the stadium together. Nobody expected the parking lot to be that full and chaotic. So we ended up losing contact with S.’s brother in law due to all the cars and him losing cell phone service. I guess that gives you another reason to stay away from Metro PCS.

The four of us ended up walking through the crowded parking lot to the stadium. As I said, it was chaotic. Remembering what happened to us in the 2008 Pasadena Bike Tour (we left the van in one street and no one took the time to read the name of the street. At the end of the race we had to look for the van for another hour at least) S and I made sure everyone knew where we had parked:

Right under the balloon with a number 3 in it.

We walked until we saw a big ass line, so we guessed it was the line to get into the stadium. After waiting there for about 10 minutes. Ivan decided to “peek” if he could get us a better place in the line. So he got out of the line and walked to the front. Meanwhile a drunk guy was making the people waiting in line laugh with crazy jokes. He was drunk. Under his arm I saw a half empty bottle of Patron.

Then Santiago got a call. It was Ivan. He had managed to find a better place in front of the line. We took off. And walked ahead about 50 or 75 feet. We cut in line just about 20 feet away from the main entrance. (just like Santiago and I had been able to do that Black Friday in 2008 outside the Best Buy in La Brea and Santa Monica when he got his laptop)

We thought everything would go smoothly from there on. Things started to complicate when during inspection Alex was not let into the stadium because of his large camera. Since he had been the last of the four of us to get inspected, Ivan, who had been the first, walked without knowing his cousin was having trouble and wondered into the crowded stadium. Santiago had been the second, and I was the third to get inspected. I was the one who noticed Alex had been stopped and not let in. I called out Santiago and told him to wait and went after Ivan, who by then had crossed the line where they scan your ticket.

The security lady told Alex to go back to the truck and leave his camera. He asked her if he could just take the large lent thing off. She said she needed to check with his supervisor. So all of us waited there for about 10 minutes. After the supervisor came, he let Alex in and all of us walked in looking for the right gate.

But before anything, we stopped to buy one of those horn things where you have to blow really hard. To everyone’s surprise. It was harder than expected to make any kind of noise come out of that thing. Alex had no problem, I, however, was only able to blow into it without any kind of noise.

We had come in through the North entrance and were right in front of the 11 gate to get in. We walked in and the guy who checked our tickets to us (Santiago and me) to go to the other side of the stadium because our seats were there and told the others (Alex and Ivan) to look for gate 14 since their seats were there.

Now we are good Mexicans we’re not going to just give in that easily. Heck, we came together and were planning to watch the damn game together too. We had already lost half the original group (remember, the other five guys in the other van who we lost contact once in the parking lot?)

Walked to gate 12. Again, the guy told us to same thing. Walked to gate 13 and the same. Once we got to gate 14 the guy let Ivan and Alex in, but told us to look for gate 28, which was at the exact opposite end of the stadium.

Finally defeated and with roughly 35 minutes before the start of the game, all four of us got together and talked. We all agreed that if for any reason we got separated again, we would meet in the North entrance of the stadium and if it wasn’t possible we would meet in the truck which was right under the number 3 balloon. “Si se arman los madrazos, nos vemos en la salida norte o en el carro”

They went in, while me and Santiago practically had to run to the other side of the stadium. Time was running out and it was chaotic as hell. People walking in all directions and lines of people everywhere. Almost right in front of gate 20 I got a call from my brother asking me how was the game. I told him the situation and said I could not hear him due to all the noise. Mean while Santiago was calling someone.

It turned out to be Pablo, a mutual friend, cousin of a mutual friend in high school. After hanging up, Santiago told me to hurry because apparently Pablo had managed to go around security and was saving us a couple of seats behind one of the goals.

Found gate 28 and went in. The place was packed. You could hardly move. Eventually and from the distance, Santiago was able to spot Pablo. He was sitting way down close to the field. We finally got close to where he was, but now there was another big problem. A security lady was checking the tickets before you could go down the isle. So we waited closeby, pretending to watch the field and letting people go ahead of us.

Suddenly, he lady got called and got distracted. So we when down the isle. There was Pablo with two girls I didn’t know. And he sat there hoping no one would come around to claim those seats.

It was a good match…specially because Mexico won 2-0.

After the end we went back to the truck and waited for Alex and Ivan. The traffic was terrible going back to Hollywood. We ended up meeting Ivan’s wife, Lizbeth and Santiago’s girlfriend Jannet in a pizzeria near Sunset at around 11 pm.

It was a good night worth remembering.

Now there are a couple of pictures.

Updates

2010-03-02T10:07:00.000-08:00

There’s so much to write about, but at the same time, there’s so little time to do so. First, some updates.

The Brazilian looking girl at the café went back to being cold and distant after the Valentine’s Day incident. In fact, I had not been able to go there until this passed Sunday. She didn’t say much, just took my order and gave me the change. As if nothing had happened. I’ve decided to leave things as they are with her.

Tomorrow, Wednesday March 3, we are going to the Rosebowl in Pasadena to watch the soccer match between Mexico and New Zeland. S., his brother in law and I got the tickets this Saturday for $30 each. Chances are I will be posting pictures about that.

We are planning to take a soccer ball and play outside in the parking lot…who knows, maybe Aguirre will see us and decide to take one of us to South Africa instead of Blanco or Marquez. Hey, anything can happen, right?

Lastly, Sunday I finally replaced the clutch cable in my motorcycle. The old one wasn’t broken or anything. It is just that I like to put new things on the stuff that drives me around. Only god knows when was the last time the clutch cable had been replaced. Now I know.

For some reason, after I reinstalled the gas tank (I had to take it off in order to replace the clutch cable) this weird noise started. It is a very low vibrating noise, however, just now I took off the tank again, and put it back. Took it out for a test drive, and everything seemed fine. Lets hope that solved the problem. I’m very “special” when it comes to taking care with the things that matter the most.

Oh, and I almost forgot I finally shipped my brand new computer back to the factory to be repaired. Some factory defects with the mouse buttons and the touch pad. Hopefully I’ll have it back next week.

Hey Novela, here is a kiss for you xoxox

Valentine's Day 2010--Part Two

2010-02-20T12:47:00.000-08:00

When I came back from the bathroom and got to walk in front of her, she was preparing the order of the guy who had come in as we were hugging. She had her back to me, but turned her head to me and our eyes met. She smiled at me and I just kind of grinned at her. When I got to my seat, I started talking to that other girl…and that’s when things got interesting….

To be continued…

By then I had finished working in my designs and I was wasting time by chatting in the DAP chat room. Novela and Maelo were there. So it was just three. 5 minutes later I started talking to M, the how Armenian looking girl behind me.

By then I knew she had a boyfriend. So I was just talking to her because I didn’t want to give the impression I lost interest in her when I learned she had a boyfriend. But I did lose all interest in her after all.

We are talking and Ma, the brazilian looking girl is at the counter looking at us…and suddenly she takes out the piece of paper I gave her and waves it at me. And I think I heard her say “You’re mine. You said you love me baby”, but I could be wrong. She is waving the piece of paper and smiling at me in a playful way and I’m looking at her.

I was supposed to be talking to M, the girl seated behind me, but I got distracted by Ma, and this M noticed. So she turned around and saw Ma. By then, some customers had come in and Ma was talking to them.

“Ok, I have to keep on studying”, said M.

“Ok, I’ll talk to you later” I said, but I kept looking at Ma, who was attending the new costumers, but turned to me and smiled while our eyes met again. M noticed I was still looking at her and turned to Ma once more, and returned to her computer.

Normally I don’t go after girls who look like Ma. DO NOT GET ME WRONG. Ma is a very beautiful girl and there’s lots of guys after her. She even has a stalker. The thing is normally I prefer girls who look like Alizee. You know, fair skin with dark eyes and hair, and not like a hot brazilian volleyball player.

So not really knowing what to do next, I turned to the chatroom where Maelo89 and Novela were talking. I explained the situation. There Maelo89 told me to go and talk to Ma and ask her out. For some strange reason I did what he said. I got up and went up to her with the intention of asking her out. But I couldn’t walk up to her and pop the question; I had to play it cool.

I got close to where she was, by then there were no customers at the counter. I asked if I could ask for a favor.

She looked at me as if she was annoyed by something and added.

“You see, I got to clean this place” reffering to the café and with an attitude. “What is it?” ended up saying.

“I was going to ask you to read my hand, I wanted to know if there are going to be any major changes in my life at around age 25, but never mind” I said and was preparing to leave when told me to wait.

She grabbed my hand and read my hand, but did it with an attitude. More as if she was being forced to do it. She took out a pen to drew a little line in my hand and said:

“Yep. This is the life line. There’s a big change in your life at 25”

“So, that means I’m going to get the apartment?” I asked

“There’s a big change coming your way” she said but looked at M, the girl I had been talking to all night. For a second I got the feeling she was jealous. I ignored that and just thanked her and left. I was mad at myself for the way she had acted. Annoyed. It is not like I was going to just start talking to her for an hour before asking her out.

So I said “fuck this bitch” and I was angry at myself for listening to Maelo’s advice and not my gut feeling of just ignoring her like I always do. For some reason every time I try to get close to this girl, she acts annoyed. But sometimes she acts really sweet. Like the whole hug incident. First she hugs me and tells me she really like the note I gave her, and then she acts all annoyed at me.

Wtf? Is she bi polar or something? I don’t think I’ll try to do anything with this girl ever again.

Valentine's Day 2010--Part One

2010-02-16T08:14:00.000-08:00

On my last entry I wrote I was going to go to the Café and see that brazilian looking girl and ask her out. Well, that night I went to the Café and she was there, but at the last moment something told me to forget completely about her and pretend nothing had happened. So I did.

I sat in a table far away from her and when I ordered, I just said “Hi” and nothing really happened.

Then I didn’t go to that café for about a week or so. Then yesterday, Valentine’s Day night, I decided to go there.

As I walked through the door I saw an open table in front of a good looking girl. And in the back, there was “Ma” (the brazilian looking girl) who looked at me. I put my stuff in the open table and headed to the counter to order. Ma was talking to a guy who was just there to socialize, the same guy who was there last time. As I got closer to them, she headed to the counter because she was talking with the guy at one of the tables in front of the counter. I looked at the guy and we both went “Hey”.

I turned to her and ordered. Made one small joke and she laughed a little. Headed back to the seat in front of the good looking girl.

When there I noticed she must had been about 5’5” and about 140 lbs. Light skin with very dark long hair and dark brown eyes. She looked Armenian. So I started my routine.

I took out my computer and started to unfold the AC adapter cord and turned to the girl behind me. I said “Hey…”

And before I could say anything else, she said, “Yes, I can plug that for you” Reached out her hand to me expecting the AC cord.

I said, “No. What I wanted to say was ***insert A-material line here***”

And she starts to laugh.

“What’s your name?” I asked

“M. And your’s is?”

“Juan Carlos and ***insert another A-material line here****”

And she is laughing again. “Well, I hope that works out for you”, she added.

“I’m going to let you finish what you’re doing and I’ll talk to you later”, I said. Turned to my computer and started to work on my design as I always do.

About 20 or so minutes passed and I turned to the girl and said, “***insert A-material line here***”

Laughing she says she was there just studying for a test she was going to have the next week.

“So, you are going to be a doctor, eh?” Suddenly from the corner of my eye I see Ma at the counter looking at me talking to this other hot girl. She is just there staring at us. I ignored that and kept talking to M. and making her laugh. More costumers came in and she got busy.

Then I told M I was going to finish what I was doing and I turned to my computer again. Worked for another 20 minutes and suddenly something very obvious hit me. It was Valentine’s Day.

So I took the receipt Ma gave me when I paid. In the back of it I wrote, “Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you”. We used to pass out notes like that. Once she gave me a note that read “I love you” and I responded to that note with one that said “I know”. She started this note thing because I used to say “Thanks, I love you” whenever she would hand me the change when I paid for my drinks or the stuff I was going to eat. But I have gone over that story in a previous entry in this same blog.

Well, I folded the receipt and headed to the counter. To my surprise, the guy she had been talking to was gone and there was no one, just her. She looked at me and smiled. I handed her the note and said she could read it right then.

She opened the note and read. To my surprise she went:

“Aaawww.” She looked at me with those big dark eyes and that good girl expression on her face, and I felt I was in heaven. Her body language was like that a girlfriend has when you give her a present she likes very much. “Thanks so much” she said and slowly walked to the part where there’s an opening in the counter so you can get out to the serving area. There she hugged me and buried her head in my chest and I put my arms around her. As we hugged I could also feel her boobs against me…nice J. Then, I noticed she was looking at the door, quickly turned around and noticed someone had come in. She headed back to the counter and told me I was very sweet.

I answered “I know” and kept on walking to the bathroom feeling all confident and shit. Once inside the bathroom and after having peed I did a little victory dance; NFL style. Hey, I got to feel her boobs and that’s worth celebrating. I know you would had done the same I was wearing a bit of the Prada Milano perfume G gave me for Christmas. I wonder if she smelled it and if she liked it.

To be continued…

Gavilan o Paloma

2010-02-03T08:27:00.000-08:00

I’m starting this post on Monday, February 1st, 2010 and the time is 2:58 pm. In the outside sitting section of one of the many Cafes in Sunset Ave here in Los Angeles.

Sunday night I went to a café, you know, to fish. When I got there, at the counter there was this girl that kind of flirts with me…well, we kind of flirt with each other. We’ve been doing that for about a year; since she started working there.

For those of you who have followed my blog since I started it, I’m talking about the Brazilian looking girl who works at the café . Remember the one I held hands with, first in a playful, and then as a “sexual tension situation” kind of way? And the one with whom I used to pass notes as if we were in the 3rd grade? Well, that one. I posted the whole incidents in previous entries.

For about 4 weeks I’ve had been ignoring her every time I went to the café because…well, I don’t even remember why I started to ignore her aside from making my order with her, but I haven’t really talked to her that much.

Ok, so she was there when I got in. I looked at her and she looked at me. She smiled and I kind of smirked at her. No one else was waiting to be served at the counter, but she was working on someone else’s order.

“It’ll be just a minute” said to me.

Nodded at her and waited. The place was almost full and there were very few tables open. I had left my stuff on top of one table that was open, but had no chair. I though it was going to be ok because right next to that table there was another open table with two chairs available.

I’m at the counter waiting to be served and suddenly two girls come in. A chubby and Asian looking girl and a skinny blonde. They take the table with the two chairs, and I noticed I was screwed because there were no more chairs.

Then, one guy packs his stuff and gets up, leaving behind an open table with one chair right in front of the counter. So I went to the other table and got my stuff and put it on top of that other table. When I went back to the counter I see the blonde girl is waiting for the Brazilian looking girl to finish to make her order. I just stood there and didn’t make a move.

When the girl at the counter finished, looks at me and says, “ok?”

I turned to the blonde girl and told her she could go first. She smiles back and thanks me. Orders whatever she was going to have and leaves

The blonde girl only asked for a tea so the girl finished fast, turned to me and said

“Sorry to have you waiting for so long”

“That’s ok, I let her go first”

She smiles and says, “You’re a gentleman”

“That’s what I do, I let pretty girls go first”

She laughs and asked me what I was going to have. Made my order and added:

“You know, I really missed you last night”

She smiled and looked at me with a good-girl expression on her face. Then I asked what was going on with the girl who got to work there the night before

“The new girl?”

“Yes. She made a big deal out of nothing”

“She is just like that, she makes a big deal out of nothing”

Just Novela and 8-bitPanda know what was the whole problem with the new girl because I was in the chatroom while it was taking place. Any question, you can ask any of us three.

I went on with my business and tipped her a dollar.

About an hour passed and I was working on my designs, I was almost done with it when I heard someone saying something to me. It was the girl at the counter. Didn’t really understand what it was. Apparently she said I had been the only one who had left a dollar and wished everyone was like me.

Then a very tall guy, with a thick beard comes in and starts talking to her. He didn’t order anything, was there just to socialize. I ignored that and kept on working on my stuff.

Then the guy leaves and the guy who was sitting at the table behind me leaves. I felt someone sitting at the table, turned around and it was the Brazilian looking girl. She looked tired and I said.

“You look like you need a nap” She laughed and answered she was really tired.

“Go ahead, do it now. There’s no costumers coming in”

She smiled and it seemed to considered the idea for a second or two.

I started asking her about her job search. She answered it was really hard to get into the publishing business at this time. Then said she was doing an internship at a company. She looked kind of depressed because she didn’t know if they were going to hire her or not. The company where she is an intern is suffering some financial issues and she didn’t know what was going to happen next.

I looked into her eyes and said:

“You are going to get that job”

She looked at me and smiled.

“You know how I know you are going to get it?”

“How?”

“I can see the future. I know how to read hands and I already read yours”

She is just there looking at me.

“Do you want me to read your hand?” I asked. I have only read one book about palm reading. And I did it because David DeAngelo suggest reading stuff like that and dream interpretation because those are topics that attract women. The $18 I spent on that book were worth it. Thanks David DeAngelo!!!

I took her hand and started to decipher what I could from her hand. I told her she was a very stubborn person. She looked at me and with a kind of a half smile on her face. Like I had really nailed it. I went on to tell her she liked art, but not just art in general, but a very specific branch of art because of the conical shape of some of her finger tips. Once again, she smiled.

“That’s it” I told her.

“Just that?” She asked.

“Yes, I haven’t finished the whole book about palm reading” I responded and she laughed.

“Ok, now let me read your’s” She said and took my hand.

Then something weird happened. She told me that at 2, 4, 10, and 12 important people had died. And that at 19 something really big had happened. Assured me that event really changed me and it practically is the point where my life started.

Trying to keep my cool I asked that if death could be interpreted as changes because at 10 and 12 and specially at 19, important changes had taken place in my life.

“It could” she answered.

“How do you know so much?” I asked and before she could say anything I added, “Did you read the whole book already?”

She laughed and said she has read many books about this.

She went back to reading my hand, pointing with a pencil at a line said, “This is the love line. People who have a long line and turns up pointing at this finger (the index finger) turn out to be very good love partners. They are supportive and generally good”

“Are you trying to say I’m not a good partner?” I asked.

She didn’t answer the question but added, “You need a girl that is different, not just any girl will do it for you. You need a special girl”

Then the tall guy came back. He had brought her food. She went up to him and talked at the counter. I put my ear phones back on and started to work for about 5 seconds, then something told me to look up…at her. I didn’t know what she was saying to the tall guy, but she was looking right at me while talking to him. The guy noticed this; he was giving me his back, but turned to me. He caught me by surprise and I looked away. It was weird.

He left about 10 seconds later. She came back to her place at the table behind me and started to eat. I kept pretending to work for a minute or two.

“So, what happened to you at 12?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Only if you want to tell me”

So I told her what had happened to me at 12. It was around that age when I moved.

“To here from another city?” She asked.

“From country to another country”

“From where to where?”

“From Mexico City to here”

“Oh”. Right then a random guy she knows, approached and offered her a banana shake to go with the food she was eating. She politely declined. And some costumers came in.

It was getting late, and to leave her hanging on her sit, I decided to leave before she came back. That’s another thing I learned from David DeAngelo. Before I could get all my stuff in the bag, she came back to her place.

“Ok, I’ll see you later”

“Have a good night” She said

“You too. Maybe next time I‘ll be able to tell you more things about you from reading your hand” She laughed and I left the place.

Monday night I texted and talked to G. I want my palm reading book back, damn it! Now I really need it. He said I should ask her out. That she is giving me all of the right sings. I normally don’t date girls like her. She is not really the type of girl I am looking for. Don’t get me wrong. She is very beautiful, there are lots of guys after her. She told me she even has a stalker she met at this job. But normally I go for the fair skin dark hair and eyes kind of girl…you know, the ones that look like Alizee and not like a hot Brazilian volleyball player.

Right now the time is 8:03 am Wednesday morning. Chances are I’ll see her tonight when I’m out fishing. And I have been considering the idea of asking her out. G told me I have nothing to lose. Sometimes we do seem to “click”, but others she seems cold and distant. And she normally is that way when I try to get close to her, but for some reason, when I ignore her, she tends to be sweeter. You know…wink and smile at me when our eyes meet and we are in opposite sides of the coffee house.

The time is 8:08 am and I’m trying to come out with a way of asking her out without looking like I’m trying to get close. I think I got it. Now I have to wait and see if it works this night or not.

Either way, you will hear about how things went in the next entry. And maybe one day I’ll finish writing the last part of the Busy Week saga.

Busy Week--Part 2

2010-01-28T10:01:00.000-08:00

Later on that day we had another service call in Hollywood, in one of those fancy ass apartments near the Arc Light near Sunset. I had two apartments to check. Units 101 and 204.

First of all I went up to unit 101. A tall blonde and chubby girl opened up. I told her I was there to see the heater. She told me to come in. Once inside I saw a skinny nerdy looking girl with big glasses at a computer. She turned to me and said hi. The other girl told me the problem was the was air coming out of the vents, but cold air.

I went up to the thermostat and turned it on. Sure, the was air, but cold air coming out. Hoping this was not a heat pump system, I asked the tall chubby girl if there was a furnace unit inside the apartment in one of the closets. She said no. Now no matter what, I would have to go up to the roof top.

By this time the rain had pretty much stopped. So I told the girl I would go up to the roof top and see what was going on. I warned her that if it was an electrical problem, I would not be able to fix it until the rain had stopped. Went to the roof top, found the unit and thank god, it was running. I came back down and told her the problem wasn’t electric, but instead it had a refrigerant leak. Went to the truck and discovered I was out of refrigerant.

When I told this to the girl, she got annoyed by the news, grabbed her phone and started to bother the people who runs the building. I called my boss and made arrangements to go and get a new refrigerant tank and delay the rest of the house calls for that afternoon. To these news she reacted happily. Before going to the store, I went up to apartment 204 and knocked on the door. There two lesbian looking girls (not the girl type, but the ugly man type) opened the door. They didn’t look as if they were together, but instead looked like room mates.

Went up to the roof top again but this time it had begun to rain lightly again. Found electrical problem with the unit and told them I wasn’t going to be back until the rain had completely stopped. They were ok with that.

Went to the store for a new tank of refrigerant. Without knocking on apartment 101 I went up straight to the rooftop. There I found a big leak. One of those leaks that can’t be fixed and require the whole condensing unit to be replaced.

When the girl heard those news, got annoyed again. Started calling the people who owned the place. Suddenly she hands me the phone and tells me it’s the owner of the building who wants to talk to me. I’ve talk to that guy in the past, and he seems like a nice guy, but at the same time, looks like one of those guys who thinks just because he is rich he can do whatever he wants.

I talked to him and explained the situation. I told him the whole condensing unit would need to be replaced. He seemed fine with that. Asked me if I did that kind of job. I told him no. He then asked me to talk to the lady. When I give her the phone she starts asking me what had happened in apartment 204. I explained the whole situation to her and she explained it to him over the phone. She gives me the phone back again.

The guy asked me what is going on. I told him there was electrical problems I wasn’t going to fix them until the rain stopped. He then starts yelling at me

“Well, why didn’t you tell me that before? I’m trying to run a business here!”

That guy esta pendejo y malo del culo. Which in English means he is a stupid dumb ass if he thinks I’m going to let anyone yell at me. So I just hung up. No one is going to yell at me…no one.

Said bye to the blonde chubby girl and left the place.

Things would still suck on Friday when I had to do a house call in a fancy strange house in the heart of the Hollywood Hills.

Busy Week--Part 1

2010-01-23T21:50:00.000-08:00

This week, has been a busy week. Thursday it was pouring here in LA. Not only it was cold, but I got a house call in Santa Monica; in Montana Ave. After driving about 1 hour in the rain…well, I wasn’t driving, my partner was the one who did the driving, we finally got to the house.

It was a nice condo, apparently it belonged to the ex wife of my boss’ customer…a guy who has lots of apartment building and is very rich. So we get to the property. Looked for apartment “A”, didn’t find it. Decided to knock on the apartment with no letter: no answer.

Right then I noticed my umbrella had a leak. Great. It was still raining and we went to the back of the property hoping one little room there was apartment “A”. Nope. It turned out to be the laundry room.

I tell my partner to wait while I was going to knock again in the apartment with no letter. This time I hear someone approaching the door. The door opened and it was a very short old lady. About 5’ and about 55 years old. I tell her I’m there to fix the heater. She smiles and tells me to come in. I was about to yell at my partner to come when I noticed he was standing right behind me.

We got in. It was very lavish apartment with lots of fancy shit all over the place. As she was explaining on how I was going to need a latter to get to the attic a guy comes out from one of the rooms and tells me the exact same thing the lady said. He also looks in his late 50’s.

The lady got mad at him for interrupting and tell him to go back to his room. He ignores her. I asked her where the thermostat was. She tells me is in the living room, and again, the guy interrupted her and says the same thing she said.

“Will you shout up? You didn’t know where the thermostat was until last week” She said. My eyes were wide open.

“Will you shout up bitch? You’re a fucking bitch” The guy said.

“Oh, why don’t you go get another one? You’ve been drinking since 7 this morning”

“Ok, I will go get another one”

By then I was looking at the thermostat and I saw the guy leaving the room with a cup in his hand. I though this was over and it was going to just like any other house call. Boy was I wrong.

I took the thermostat cover off and unscrewed the command wires.

“Air comes out of the vents, but it is cold” The lady said.

I bypassed the thermostat and got the heater to work. To this she is very happy. And I’m happy too. I though I was going to leave in 5 minutes. Then as I was doing my routine check up, the fan suddenly stops working. That meant I was going to have to go to the attic to see what was causing this.

Then, from out of one of the rooms, the guy starts yelling, “Hey, what was wrong? Come and tell me”

“They are working. Let them finish” The lady yells at the drunk guy.

“Don’t tell me what to do bitch!” The guy yells back. “You, old man, come here and tell me what is going on”, he said to my partner. He ignores him and the guy starts insulting him too.

That really pissed me off. Then I yelled at him “Watch your language”.

“Oh, you shout up punk”

After insulting me two or more times, I asked my partner in a very low voice “Do I ignore him or insult back?” He laughed and told me to ignore him.

I decided to put the thermostat back together and leave. We took our stuff and headed to the door. I told my partner to wait for me outside while I told the lady what was going on.

“Listen. I can’t work with a guy calling me names”

“I understand” Then the guy interrupts her once more.

“Who is calling you names you idiot?”

I just looked at him and I see him get up his chair and charge at me. While he is an old guy, he is about 6’2” and about 190 lbs. So I’m there in the hallway, but right at the door and I just waited for him to get closer.

I use steel toe boots, so I was thinking on kicking him in one knee. The lady has her back to him, but when she sensed he was getting closer, the just turned around and pushing him back.

It was funny to see how this 5’ old woman pushed this guy. He was really drunk, so he almost felt to the ground. I just smiled and turned away. Went to the truck and headed back to Hollywood.

…To Be Continued.

Funny Shit At The Gym

2010-01-21T09:24:00.000-08:00

Earlier this week I was at the gym. It was a slow day when suddenly I see this girl who I’ve been wanted to talk to for a long time, but never had the chance to do so. She is about 5’3” really white skin with dark eyes and hair, about 120 lbs and wears some cute nerdy glasses.

I was done running, so I decided to seat in the stretching area to catch my breath back. Out of nowhere this girl comes and seat almost next to me. I waited about one minute and she started to this fancy stretches. I turned the volume down in my phone’s mp3 player but didn’t take the ear phones off and I walked up to her.

The day before I had come up with a new great way to start talking to girls I don’t know. So I used that A-material line on her and it worked. Turns out her name is Se. She is not very talkative but is very nice.

By then we seated next to each other next against a walk that has that wooden bar ballet dancers use to help them do their stretches. You know, that handle thing.

So she finished and was getting up while saying goodbye and looking at me. That’s when she hit her head against that wooden bar. Man, it was painful. She got embarrassed and rubbed her head with her hand.

“Don’t worry, it happens to all of us”

She didn’t laugh or anything. Just took her work out towel, said bye once more, and left.

After she left, I started laughing my ass off. Then I noticed a guy across the room looking at me, he just rolled his eyes. What? It was funny.

New Roommate

2010-01-18T15:22:00.000-08:00

Thursday afternoon I was texting with G. He asked if he could borrow that palmistry book I showed him a couple of weeks ago. Added he wanted to show it to someone. I asked if that someone was the girl who flirts with him at work. He texted “lol” back.

Just to tease him I asked “When are we all going to get together again so I can see the Colombian girl?”

He replied, “Never, she is not here; and you don’t like her”

“True. If I wanted to see a puta, I would go to [insert brothel’s name here]”

He laughed. And I texted when was he going to go back to that place.

“Maybe in a couple of months”

“Why’s that?”

“Me and my girlfriend are going our separate ways. Can you bring the book tonight? I really need it this week”

“Really? Ok, I’ll meet you for coffee tonight”

Instead of heading to the gym after work, I went home to take a shower and pick the book up. I wanted to know everything about this.

I got to his apartment building near Wilshire. I parked the motorcycle up, and since I have the door code to get in, I went straight to his place to the 4th floor.

Instead of knocking the door, I called him on his cell phone. He answered not knowing I was in the hallway.

“Ok, I’ll be right down” I got close to the door and I saw it opened.

I hear he was saying good bye to his girlfriend. She seemed very amorous and was kissing him as if she didn’t know what was going through G’s mind. When he got out he saw me and was surprised.

“Good, now you can help me take out the trash” He had two bags of trash in her hands, and gave me one. Went down the stairs and to the back of the building where the dumpster is.

Then we headed to a coffee shop near his house. Got there and ordered, to my bad luck, they didn’t have cinnamon tea…the one I always ask for to the places I go to. We sat in a table near the entrance and started talking.

After telling why they were separating, I pointed out it was going to be a good thing because now I was going to be able to show him how to hit on girls in regular places. As I was telling him that, I noticed he was looking at something behind my back. I turned around to find a girl at her computer doing something.

I kept talking and apparently he made eye contact with that girl again and he smiled at her.

“Go talk to her” I said.

“Who” He asked.

“That girl you’re looking at. It is a good opportunity to practice for when you’re single again”

He looked down to the table and said “No. I can’t. Maybe when I’m actually single”

“Come on, do it just for fun. It is a good place to start. Just go and tell her [--insert material line here--]”

He laughs.

“I told you it was funny. Just get her to laugh and then play things by ear”

“Maybe later”

“Come on. Look at you. You’re a mess. If you want to make it, you’re gonna have to dress nicer. The only thing missing is you wearing sweat pants”

I looked down the table and to my surprise, he was wearing sweat pants with a wore down green t-shirt and sweater.

“You’re one step away from me having to drag you into a strip club”

He laughs.

“So, what’s happening to the apartment?”

“Well, I’m looking for a roommate. Do you want to come? It is not that expensive. We can be like Joy and Chandler from Friends”

I laughed. And for a the rest of the night I considered moving to that apartment. It would be fun after all.

So, I have until mid February to decide if I want to move or not. Lots of props and cons.

Motorcyles & Hot Blondes

2010-01-12T09:35:00.000-08:00

I was able to get all the tools necessary to do my first oil change on my motorcycle. Thanks to some “how to” guides from the internet, I was able to do it all by myself. Of course, some oil ended on the floor, but who cares. I will not have to pay to get this done anymore. I was able to replace the oil filter too.

Now I need to learn how to replace the spark plug. In order to do so, I need to be able to remove the gas tank. Sounds kind of big, but I’ve seen other guides with pictures, and it doesn’t seem that complicated. I asked S if he could help me with that next Saturday.

I don’t need him to do any actual work…the only thing I need is a ride to the AutoZone or Pep Boys to buy the new spark plug. I went there last Sunday, but they told me they needed to look at the old spark plug to make sure they were selling me the right one.

But before any of that, I need to take it to the mechanic to have the rear brake pads replaced. If every goes as planned, I’ll be taking it in Thursday and picking it up Saturday morning. Nothing can go wrong, right? It’s only the rear brake pads. I would do them myself, but I don’t have a jack or the special tool to remove the rear wheel. I just wonder how much it would cost. Last year they charged me: $150 to have the spark plug, motor oil, and rear brake pads replaced. But this year it will be only the rear brakes.

Also yesterday I was able to “fix” the noise I only hear when I was high on the 2nd gear. It was the front belt cover hitting the camshaft cover. Apparently there’s supposed to be a rubber thing in between, but it always falls off. I really love this motorcycle.

It gets me lots of attention from girls. Last night at the gym’s parking lot, I was getting ready to leave when a hot girl walked in front of me. Of course, I was already on my motorcycle. I whistled at her, and she kind of smiled at me. I had never seen her before, but I hope I’ll see her again soon.

Speaking of girls from the gym. I ran into A (the hot blonde girl with the Shakira-like body and light blue eyes, remember, the one I went into a kind of a mini date) Well, we ran into each other last week. Told me she was going to be done with training in about a month. So I asked her if she would give me a massage once she was certified. I told her I wanted to wait just to make sure she wasn‘t going to brake my neck. She laughed and agreed. I also managed to make her give me free massages. I’m planning to have the first massage for free, and then give her like $20 later. Nah. Free is free, right? After all, she will be gaining experience and has agreed not to charge me, right? What? Not because you don’t use women, means it is bad.

Man, just by looking at that hot ass “lifted my spirit”…if you know what I mean. Plus, I like looking into her light blue eyes a lot.

Taco Adventures Part 2

2010-01-10T16:15:00.000-08:00

Thursday I returned to the taco place where that girl works. Remember? The place where the girl from Mexico works? The one with light brown eyes and black hair. Well, when I came in, she was there working. I greeted everyone I was going to greet her too, but I noticed she looked like she was having a bad day. Instead I just ignored her.

As usual I ordered two tacos and a pineapple drink. But I didn’t make the order with her, instead I did it with another lady I know. Headed to my seat and waited for the food to come. Everything was going very smoothly.

I had planned talking to her for about 2 weeks. And after thinking on how I would approach her, normally I don’t “hit” on girls who work at the places I frequent with my work friends, I decided I was going to use a new technique. One more subtle.

The last time I had been there, an older guy had handed her a card with his number so she would call him. He was making her laugh and stuff like that, but right then I knew she wasn’t going to call him even when she said she will.

So the girl comes with our food to our table. And I asked her if she is upset or something. She laughs and adds she is fine. She put the food and as she was doing that, I asked her:

“So, did you call him?”

She looked at me as if she didn’t know what I was talking about. Then I added I was talking about the older guy from last time. At first she smiled and one millisecond later, her expression changed, as if she was disgusted by something.

“Of course not. I’m not going to call anyone”

“So you only did it to get him excited, eh?” I asked.

She laughs and said “I was just being nice”

I knew she was going to come back, heck, she is the waitress, she has to come back. With a smile on my face, I took a sip to my pineapple drink. It tasted as if someone had put salt and lemon in it. The girl came back and I asked what had happened to my drink.

“What? Does it taste funny?”

“Yeah, like if someone put salt in it”

“Oh, I think the other girl used the cup I was using for something else”

Without saying anything else, or taking the drink with her, she leaves. Normally when stuff like this happens, they take away the drink and bring you another one, but she didn’t do that.

I got up and went to the counter, to the girl I made the order with. I explained the situation, and then “L” (L is the girl I like) comes and asks her if she used a cup that was close to the drink machine. She then added she had put salt and lemon in it.

The other girl apologized gave me another drink. I returned to my seat. And ate. After we were done, the girl comes, not L, but the other, to pick our plates up. She repeated she was really sorry, and this time added she didn’t know there was salt in that cup. Then said it had happened because L was using that cup to make a “michelada”.

I didn’t know what was that. My partner then smiled and said those have salt, lemon, tomato juice and beer.

Right then I knew nothing was ever going to happen with this girl. And not because she didn’t like me or anything. It’s just that I’m not going to go after one girl who drinks beer. Come on…I’m juang…DAP’s official player. I have very high standards for beauty, but its not the only thing I look at in a girl who I might consider “going after”. Maybe if she liked drinking wine, I would consider putting her in my Hot Girl List, but beer. What, is she a construction worker or a stupid girl in college?

I get disgusted by girls who drink beer or smoke. Why? That I do not know.

I’m just happy I found out about her fondness for beer before I turned “the charm” up.

2010

2010-01-03T21:37:00.001-08:00

So far 2010 has been a good year. Sure, it is only 3 days old, however, I feel good about it. It started with a bang.

S. and all his family moved out of their 2 bedroom apartment into a 3 bedroom house in Hollywood. And who was there to help move all of their stuff? You guessed. It was me. We moved out all of their stuff the night of December 29, 2009 and the morning of December 30, 2009. So by new year’s they were in their brand new home.

I got to do the job of moving the refrigerator from their old apartment into the truck and from the truck to their new house. It was relatively easy because that’s part of my everyday job.

Saturday January 2, 2010 I came back to help. I was able to get them a good used stove for a good price due to my connections. I asked S. if we could pick up the stove and we would do the whole delivery thing together.

After picking the stove up, we went to return the keys from their old apartment to the person in charge of the building. It turned out to be quite an adventure.

The guy who takes care of the building is a very difficult person who thinks he has the right to yell at everyone. So while me and J. (S.’s girlfriend ) ran into the apartment to pick up the last things they had forgotten, S. got into a big argument with this guy.

The guy had told them to leave the building about a month ago, so they did it, but they didn’t give him a notice or anything. They apparently have a history of fighting and with this guy. So I stayed out of it.

Then the guy told S. it was too late to move because they were supposed to be out by the 1st. S. replied they were out already and that we had just come back to give him the keys to the apartment. The guy then argued they were supposed to give the key back by the 1st of the month. S answered they had come the first, but he hadn’t been there. The guy said it was a holyday. So S. said he didn’t care about that.

After that they broke into a half ass English screams where at the end both were going to sue each other. We quickly got into S.’s truck which was into an indoor parking lot.

The guy then told us since they didn’t live there anymore, we were trespassing private property. And as we were driving to the exit and the gate slowly opening, he told us to give back the remote control for the gate.

S. rolled the passenger’s window down, and threw it to the guy’s feet. It hit the floor and the guy went running after it. We all laughed and J. flipped the guy and told him to “shove it”.

So, that’s how 2010 started for me.

Fuck You 2009

2010-01-01T17:03:00.000-08:00

Thank God 2009 is over. Fuck you X-mast 2009 fuck you New Year's Eve.

Thank god the holiday season is over. I really hate the month of December.

I really hate people hugging me and drinking and shit. I don't like to be touched. And what about the people who spend the night waiting for the Rose Parade. Get a life you moron. What the fuck is that?

Updates on my life

2009-12-21T15:09:00.000-08:00

Here’s some updates on what is going on in my life. First of all, remember the younger girl who I recently discovered had a crush on me, well, she moved out of the building. Her parents split up and strangely it was her father the one who stayed in the apartment. She, her mother and brother moved out about 2 weeks ago.

I think things are better this way. I will not have the temptation of doing anything to her, and she will probably have a more relaxed life without her parents fighting day in and day out. It’s weird getting home and not seeing her on my way up at the top of the stairs doing her homework.

I will miss her and her innocence. I just wish I would had the chance to say goodbye to her. Everything happened so quickly and out of nowhere.

Now on with the guy who accused me of having an affair with his wife. My next door neighbor, the one from Lithuania, told me he saw him and his wife back together about 3 days ago. Poor guy, having to live with a girl like that. It must be hell trying to decipher if her words are true or not every time she speaks. Last Sunday, when I was getting home from the Laundromat I ran into her. I didn’t recognized her at first. But then I noticed who she was because she has holding the hand of a young boy. And that boy turned out to be that other guy’s son.

She is uglier than I remember. I would first cut my balls off and feed them to Daffodils before putting a finger on that woman. Stupid girl, almost got me in a huge mess because of her lies. I don’t know why this guy is with her. If it was me, I would divorce her and fight the custody of the kid. But that’s just me. Maybe he is so desperate because he can’t get any other woman.

Now to my favorite subject: my motorcycle. Today I installed new front brake pads. I’m becoming more familiar to it and little by little I’m tackling more complex jobs instead of taking it to the shop every time I think something is wrong. If things go well, in about 3 weeks I’ll be able to fix the seats. Today I bought most of the equipment necessary to do an engine oil and oil filter change. I got the oil filters from the internet while the oil I got it from AutoZone. I know all the steps, the only things I’m now missing are a 17mm open wrench for the drain plug and a 5mm allen wrench for the screws holding the oil filter cover.

Its nice not having to ride in the rain. You guys here in L. A. know what I’m talking about.

Now I’m going to go over some interesting things that have occurred in the last Friday

Remember the new girl at the taco place where I normally go for lunch at work? The one who rumor has it is the owner’s son girlfriend and he paid $5000 to bring her from Mexico and is supposedly pregnant? Well, I saw her Friday.

I had not been back to that place since October when I first noticed her. When I came back and noticed she was working, the first thing I checked was to see if she looked pregnant. I’m sure if she was pregnant, it would be showing right now, right? Guess what, she doesn’t look pregnant at all. She is as thin as a model. So this time I decided to make a move on her if I had the chance.

As I was ordering and making small talk to the other girls working there, the ones I already know, I noticed she was preparing an order for a table. At this place, the waitress takes your order to your table. As she was doing that, she looked up and we made eye contact. As many girls had done, at first we made eye contact, she then looked down, but only to look back at me one second later. She is about 5’3” and I say about 110 lbs. She is Mexican but has very light brown eyes, with brown hair and fair skin…just how I like them.

She turned back to the order and passed in front of me on her way to the table area. After ordering, me and my partner looked for a table. Found one on the other side of the table area. The place was almost empty.

She was cleaning one table and when I walked next to her she looked up and made eye contact again. You could feel the tension in the air. I didn’t say anything, just kind of half smiled and I heard a very faint “Hola” from her. She then went to the other table occupied, the one where her last order had been. As I could see, one of the guys was flirting, or trying to flirt with her. She is a very friendly girl, and she was laughing. But they were older guys.

After two or so minutes. The guy gives her a card with his number and tells her to “Call him to make sure the bus didn’t run her over” Strange. Gave me the feeling he made that comment trying to “justify” why she should call him. She kind of laughed and said she would.

After that she disappeared and strangely, I kept getting more and more nervous. About five minutes later she appeared with our order…my torta de milanesa and my friend’s gordita. She was putting our plates down and I asked her if she was mad or why did she have that expression on her face. We looked into each other’s eyes, and she said smiling, “I was born like that” then I asked

“Are you new, or were you hiding all this time?” She laughed.

“I only work here 3 days”

“Do you want me to tell the owner to give you more days?”

Smiling she said “No thanks. I’m fine just like this”

She leaves and I started to eat.

Some minutes went by and the older guys at the other table leave. Soon after she is cleaning the table and I noticed they left something that from my point of view looked like candy. So I asked her from my seat

“Are those candy?”

She laughs at laud and says they were salty cookies.

“Give me one” I shout.

She comes to our table and gives them to me. Natively she asks

“Can I get you something else?”

I smiled and answered, “Yes, you can give me your phone number”

She smiles back and says she doesn’t have one yet. Picks some of the plates and leaves.

Some minutes later she was sweeping the floor near our table, I turned to her and she smiled at me. I smiled back.

So this is game plan:

1. The next time I go to that place and get to talk to her, I’m going to cut straight to the cheese and ask if she is single or not. If it turns out she is single, I will go to step 2. And if she is with someone, I will shut my mouth and shoot myself when I get back home because most likely this is the girl from my dreams and I will never find someone else like her.

2. I will ask her to meet some later time. This time I’m going to try something new. Instead of asking for an e-mail address or a phone number, I will ask for her address because I’m planning on picking her up on my kick as motorcycle; and I don’t want to look as pathetic as that older guy giving her a card with my number and wait like a moron for her to call me. Something she will most likely not do. If she says “yes“, I will take her out...and if she says “no” I will not try any move on her again.

Wish me luck guys.

Adventures

2009-12-13T20:24:00.000-08:00

Nothing really has happened since my last post.

Well, my brother got arrested last Thursday night because he got in a mess with a night club bouncer. But we only knew until Friday night. He moved out some years ago, and since he didn't want us to get too worried about this mishap, he called his roommate instead of reaching me or my mom. Which was worse, because his roommate called our house around 5 pm Friday when no one was home. On top of things, he left 3 very disturbing messages in the answering machine.

Not only he didn't leave his call back number and ended the messages abruptly, but all of them were identical.

"Hello. I want to talk to you about your son...he is...he is." (ends message) That lead us to believe he had been in an accident or something along those lines. So at around 7pm we left for his home near where the 110 and the 10 meet. Such a nice place to be. Since it was raining the streets were desolate.

Once we got to the old house, we could not find his roommate. So we went back home. My brother's girlfriend was with us because before leaving for his house, my mom had called her to ask if she knew anything about my brother. Once she knew of the messages, she insisted she wanted to go with us to his house.

We waited until 10pm and drove to his house again. This time we found his roommate and he told us all everything that had happened. He gave me the name of the bail bond company that was taking care of my brother's case. I called them and they told me he was in the West Hollywood police station and that in about 3 hours (Saturday's 1 am) he was going to be let free. So we drove there and the bond agent told us to wait until 2 am for him to be freed. So we waited there at the lobby. I even felt asleep in the bench, right under the the white painting...you know, the one that looks like a 3 year old threw a bunch of paint on a canvas. I even drooled a little.

At 2:30 am my brother's girlfriend talked to the officer and he advised us to go home because he wasn't going to be out of jail until the next day. So, after a long Friday night/Saturday morning, I was able to have some decent sleep in my own bed at around 3 am.

Eventually my brother was came out Saturday at 8 pm. And now he has to pay about $850 to the bond company.

Hey, look. I did have something to write about.

so far

2009-12-11T08:17:00.000-08:00

So far everything in my life has been calm. I mean, after last week incident. No girls, I did however got my rain suit to ride my bike under the rain. It is quite comfortable.

Misunderstanding

2009-12-08T08:26:00.000-08:00

Last Friday I was confronted by a guy who thinks his wife is having an affair with me. He lives in my same apartment building. It was a surprising thing to have this guy come to me and just ask it. After I answered I didn’t know anything he was talking about, he seemed to relax and started telling all about the problems he has had with his wife.

Apparently this girl is not a “quality girl”. Stupid girl, almost got me into trouble. Besides, I’ve only seen her once or twice in the parking lot when I‘m out about to leave for work. She is not even good looking or has a nice body. Come on, this guy should see the girls I date or even talk to. I personally don’t talk to girls I consider less than a 9. And I immediately ask if they are single, without kids, and if they are willing to support me financially.

That almost all the time gets a laugh out of them, but it also gets out their status without making me look bad.

Thank God this misunderstanding is over. However, I will keep on watching my back for a couple of weeks. Who knows, guys who act like that are unpredictable. It would be unfair if something happened to me because of that ugly bitch, when nothing happened when I was seeing Sandra behind her boyfriend’s back.

Esa Chica Es Mia

2009-12-01T09:37:00.000-08:00

In the apartment building where I live there’s a girl. She is kind of young. About 15 or 16. I noticed her family moving in about 2 or so years ago.

Not so long ago, when I was starting my “bicycle project” Remember the pictures of the bicycle? She suddenly appeared and started talking to me. I was in the parking lot of the building working, so I don‘t know where she came from. That day she helped me sand away the rust from some parts of my old bicycle. Since that day she got a little closer to me. We became kind of friends, but one day, without any notice or anything, she just stopped talking to me at all. She would not say “Hi” like she always did. And today I think I know why.

A series of events took place that kind of got my attention, but never really gave them a lot of importance.

The first one happened before she stopped talking to me, but after the “bicycle incident”. One day I got home early from work. I was pulling up to the parking lot of the building, where I park my motorcycle. I noticed her and her cousin, who is kind of her same age, were playing there. Well, the kids were playing with a ball, and the girls were just hanging out near my parking spot. I came into the parking lot and then backed my motorcycle up. I stopped the motor and while still on the bike, I took the helmet off. I noticed she was looking at me. So I smiled, looked into her eyes, and asked her “How are you?”

She was still looking into my eyes, and instead of saying something like “I’m fine” “she just nodded nervously with her mouth half open and half smiling. I waited for her to say something, but instead she just kept talking to her cousin. Didn’t give her a lot of attention, so I locked my bike and went up to my apartment.

Weeks went by. One Saturday afternoon I was playing my guitar sitting on the stairs of the building…the ones near my apartment. I hear someone’s door opened. It turned out to be the girl and her cousin, who just decided to hang out on the stairs too, but not the ones where I was, but the ones near her apartment…on the other side of the hallway. I’m playing, well, I was trying to play my guitar when I hear the girl’s cousin say “Hi” and waved at me. I said “Hi” back. 5 or so minutes later I hear the girls walking toward me. They said they just wanted to say “Hi”. We all talked for some minutes and then they left. I didn’t think much of it because most of the kids always just come to say “Hi” when I’m out trying to play my guitar.

One night I was walking down the hallway heading to the parking lot, I was going fishing. I see the girl sitting on the stairs doing her homework. I said “Hi”, but she didn’t answer. I asked if she was mad at me. She didn’t smiled and said “No”. I thought she was having a bad day. Later she would still talk to me one more time, when I was waiting outside my building waiting for S to go to a party. She, her cousin, and her many more younger cousins were out playing outside too. Out of no where she walked up to me and said “No, I’m not mad” and smiled. Before I had a chance to say something, she walked away. By then I knew something wasn’t right.

2 or so weeks ago, I came home from fishing one night. She and her relatives were playing “wrestling” in the middle of the hallway, so they didn’t hear me come. When they did, everyone cleared the way. As I was walking I was greeting all the kids, for some reason, they all talk to me, and I’m not the kind of person who doesn’t say “Hi” back. By then I was used to walking near the girl and not saying “Hi” or looking at her because she would not do the same. I noticed the girl’s cousin, the one who is her same age, smiling and looking at her as if there were an inside joke going on. I turned to the girl to see what she was doing, to my surprise, she is just standing there, with a serious expression on her face, hands behind her back and looking at the floor. I turned back to the cousin, still smiling and looking at her. Right then I knew something was going on with this girl. The latest and most revealing event took place less than a week ago.

She and her family live a couple of doors down the hallway from my apartment. So, it is common to run into her or her mother, father, or brother. Last Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, I came out of my door to the hallway with the turkey, I was taking it to the car parked in the back of the building, I see her and her mother outside their door too. I’m walking with the turkey in my hands and as I get closer to them, I noticed she saw me. She then quickly turned away and gave me her back. She was facing her mother. I’m thinking to myself “Mmm…weird”. When I passed in front of them I greeted her mother like I always do every time I see her, but the girl just went into her apartment when I stopped and talked to her mom. I left the turkey in the car and went up to my apartment. They weren’t there anymore.

Last night as I was heading to my apartment and was walking up the stairs, for some reason a song came to my mind. It was “Esa Chica Es Mia” by Sergio Dalma. Suddenly it hit me: This girl has a crush on me. For one, she is doing all the things the song talks about, you know, first getting close and then without any reason, being distant and cold; acting as if they didn’t like you. Don’t believe what I’m saying? Go ahead and Youtube that song.

It is not that she is doing the things the song talks about, but now I understand why there would be these weird silences every now and then when we talked, and why she would talk so much about her personal life. Sometimes a simple “Hello” would be enough to have her by my side when I was in the parking lot waxing my motorcycle.

This girl is pretty, and she will be really hot when she grows up, however she is just too young for me. I don’t know what to do now. Should I keep trying to talk to her? Or should I ignore her as I have been doing? The thing is I don’t want to send the wrong message. I don’t want to “be” with her, but at the same time, I don’t want her to be cold and distant, as if I had done something to make her upset. Why can’t she be a normal kid that says “Hi” every time we run into each other?

3 Things You Need To Start A Conversation With A Pretty Girl

2009-11-24T09:37:00.000-08:00

How do you start a conversation with a really pretty girl. If you are like most guys, probably the thought of being in a situation where you have the possibility of talking to a really beautiful girl you don’t know, makes you nervous. That’s OK, there’s nothing wrong with that…unless you become her personal stalker.

In order to start talking to a really pretty girl and have real chances with her, you need to have three things:

1. Confidence

2. A funny line or just a line that will break the ice

3. Be able to keep eye contact.

Why am I writing all this? Well, I guess I do have too much time in my hands, and it gives me the opportunity to learn; remember every time you teach someone something, you also learn from it.

The first thing you need to be able to talk to a really hot, I mean really really really hot girl and not your average “she is fine” kind of girl, is confidence. That’s the most important part of them all.

Most of us guys when faced with talking to a pretty girl become nervous, and if we do end up talking to her, we come across as if we were afraid of her.

That’s not the case whatsoever. Most guys are nervous because they don’t know what to tell this beautiful girl or how she is going to react. No one ever taught us what to tell a beautiful girl to make her be attracted to us. Sure, you can fallow the advice 99% of the girls give and “be yourself”, “take her out to a nice place” “give her compliments” and all that crap. But has any of that ever worked? It never did for me…and I’m sure I’m not an isolated case.

Be confident when talking to a pretty girl. If you have a funny line be confident it will make her laugh. If you ask for her phone number, be confident she will give it to you when asking. They can sense if you’re nervous. Just relax and have some fun.

There’s a deeper and more complex side to being confident. It relates to being a real man and what it means. Since this is David DeAngelo’s work, I’m going to refer you to him and watch his video “On Being A Man”. You can you tube it. The one I found consist of 7 parts of 10 minutes each. Worth seeing them. I guess that’s all I can say about being confident for now. David DeAngelo is the guy to go to here.

You are also going to need either a funny line, or just a line that will break the ice. Funny lines work better than your average “Hey Baby, can I buy you a drink?” because if you get her to laugh, you would had make her relax. Laughing is a away to relief stress and being stress free is a key part when meeting new girls. I could and probably should give you some of my personal funny lines or “ice breakers”, but if I did so, you probably would never buy David DeAngelo’s book. Read his work. I’m not the kind of guy who follows advice often, but I sure am glad I read his work.

You don’t need a funny line to start talking to a beautiful girl. Even a simple “Hello, how are you?” will do the trick. Sometimes the most simple things can give the best results. All of this is based on results. Do what works.

However, I suggest using funny lines, that way you’ll be able to weed out the stuck up bitches with no sense of humor. There’s lots of them out there. And it is really hard to distinguish them from the nice girls, the kind every guy likes, just by looks.

The 3rd thing you’re going to need when starting a conversation with a beautiful girl is being able to keep up eye contact. Some guys would say that if you look at one girl in the eyes for more than just a couple of seconds, or turn away after she does, you will come across as a pervert who intimidates girls. The reality is quite the opposite. Normally the kind of guy who can’t hold eye contact with a girl comes across weak…and this is the kind of guy who actually grosses girls out. They go: “What? Why can‘t you be a man?”. The last thing you want from a girl, is to think you’re weak, either mentally or physically.

I would like to take the opportunity to greet the member gsb89 who has criticized me so much for looking into the eyes of girls when I’m out fishing. I guess you will never experience that thrill of holding eye contact with a beautiful girl. She will hold eye contact, then turn away, one second later, she falls into your eyes again and becomes nervous. Then you deliver your “line”…she laughs and is calm again. After 5 minutes of talking, you leave with her e-mail/phone number. Yes loser, that’s what holding eye contact can do for you.

From 1st hand experience I found out some girls will look you in the eyes for a really long time. 7 or 8 seconds. That can mean one of these two things: she is testing how strong you really are, or she just felt in love with you. Whatever the case is…don’t fucking turn away before she does. Let her know you are the man and the eyes of a girl won’t intimidate you.

Holding eye contact gives out the message “I’m strong, and I’m not intimidated” Girls are looking for guys like this, who can’t be intimidated by getting into a fight with a huge guy or by talking to a pretty girl. Why do you think the “nice cute girl” always falls for the “bad ass bully”? Think about it. Now it’s time to start acting like a man and less of a girl. As David DeAngelo puts it “It is ok to be a man” We don’t need to be super sensitive and be in touch with our feminine side.

Well, there you have it. To start a conversation with a pretty girl you need three things:

Confidence

A funny line or just a line to break the ice.

Be able to keep up eye contact.

Thanks for taking the time to read my blog.

new look

2009-11-20T22:10:00.000-08:00

After listening to G's advice, I've cut my long hair and now it looks like Aaron Diaz in this video. So far I've found out younger girls tend to like it more than older girls. Maybe I should keep this hair cut a little longer. I do have to spend less time getting ready everyday.

Yes, with the "lines" in the sides of the head and all.

Pretty cool, eh?

Followers

2009-11-16T09:05:00.000-08:00

I wonder why so many people read my blog in a regular basis, but they choose not to follow publicly. Strange, isn't it?

Reflexions

2009-11-12T09:50:00.001-08:00

Today I woke up with a headache. It always happens when I fall a sleep late. Even when I was in bed I couldn’t fall a sleep. I was thinking about a girl I met last night when I went fishing.

I was sitting in my table in the café. She came in and sat right behind me. The minute she walked in I knew I was going to talk to her. She had short brown hair with light blue eyes. I’d say about 5’ 5” and 130 lbs.

After she sat down, I waited a couple of minutes before turning back and start my “routine”. I decided the time was right. Turned around, looked her in the eyes and delivered my single most successful A-material line.

She responded the right way. I quickly looked at the stuff on her table…you know, to get material to work with. I see a pack of cigarettes, and suddenly something happened. I didn’t want to keep talking to her even when everything was going the right way.

I could had ask her so many things. I could had make her laugh. But I just let her go. Ended the conversation abruptly with an “Ok, I’ll see you later” and went back to my drawings.

Late last night I was thinking if I’ll ever meet a girl who will actually make me feel butterflies in my stomach. I haven’t feel that in a long time. Heather and Erin were the two girls that kind of made me feel that way. Gabriela, back in junior high school, made me feel that too, but eventually she didn’t turn out to be how I consider her to be. So the only two who really count are Heather and Erin.

Strangely they both looked alike. White, brown hair; Heather has light brown eyes while Erin has brown-green eyes. And strangely enough, they both come from German families. However, Erin identifies more with her Irish heritage more than Heather did with her Italian/British one. Heather was 21 and I was 19. And I was with Erin when she was 21 and I was 24. I wonder if I’ll meet another girl like them when I’m 29.

I don’t know where this post is going. I guess today I’m feeling a little depressed for not finding “the right girl” last night. But who knows, maybe I’ll find her today. After all, the day is just starting.

Maybe today I’ll run into another hot blonde and end up in a date with her. You never know what life has in store for you two hours from the present.

Taco Adventures

2009-11-08T20:39:00.000-08:00

Me and my partner had ordered a “burrito de asada” each. I was at the table already because I had washed my hands in the restroom first. I was waiting for her to appear. I noticed her when we drove in front of the place. She is new. I needed to know “her story”

She was cleaning the tables. She gets right in front of me, but even when I looked at her face trying to meet her eyes, she didn’t look at me; as if I wasn’t there. She leaves.

My partner comes out and sits. We started talking about work stuff.

One of the waitresses comes to the table with our orders. “Hola muchachos, como estan?”

We talked and she made sure the orders were right. “So, what’s up with the new girl?” I asked.

She smiles and says. “Esa esta mas cerca de ser la patrona que nadie mas” “Es la nuera del mero-mero”

Which in English means: “She is the one closest to being the boss than anyone else. She is the owner’s daughter in law”

After that I knew I would be better off leaving her alone. Decided to enjoy my burrito. I always get an extra serving of salsa roja. I got up and went to get it. I was about to get to the salad bar and I see her, she is looking at me, but I don’t look at her. Got my salsa roja and went back to my table.

We were eating when she starts to sweep the floor near us. Our eyes met and I quickly said “Hi. How are you?”

She looks at me and smiles. Says “I’m fine”. All of it in Spanish. I was going to start my “routine” on her right there, but something stopped me. Probably the rumor of knowing she is taken. She left without saying anything to me.

We ate and talked for a while. Got up and went to pay. My partner was talking to the cashier. Suddenly she comes out with an order in her hands; asks me if it is for me. I looked into her light brown eyes. I felt chemistry between us...as if I could just walk up to her and start talking as if we were long time friends.

“No, maybe is for him” pointed at a guy in a table all by himself. She went up to him and it wasn’t his order either.

She doesn’t look older than 20. Rumor has it, the son of the owner’s place paid about $5000, yes 5 fucking dollars, to bring her from Mexico; and that she came from Mexico already pregnant.

She doesn’t look pregnant. Rumors are rumors after all. She is about 5’ 3” and about 120 lbs. Really pretty, and as I’ve mentioned, with big light brown eyes. Fair skin and brown hair.

I don’t know if the rumors are true or not. I don’t know when we will back to that place, but one thing I’m sure of, and that is I’m going to learn from her lips if the rumors are true.

By the way…this is the same taco place where the owner’s younger daughter kind of “hit on me” some months ago.

Halloween 2009

2009-10-31T22:08:00.001-07:00

My name is Juang. I am a 25 year old guy. I live in Los Angeles. Los Angeles is a city in California. California is a state in the United States. The United States is a country in the world. The world, earth, is the 3rd planet from the sun in our solar system. The solar system is in the universe. And the universe is everything and nothing at the same time.

Today is October 31, 2009 and the time is 8:23 pm. I am writing in my computer. To my left is my cat Tomas. Tomas is sleeping. I’m watching ice skating in TV. I’m not paying much attention, but an Asian looking girl with a red skirt is doing her routine. I am writing in my computer because I’m bored. I already played two chess games against the computer. I won one and drew the other.

I am bored and I don’t know what else to write. Right now, I could be getting ready to go to a Halloween party. Lth and Iv threw a party in their house and since I…Akiko Suzuki was the name of the girl doing the ice skating thing…ok back to the Halloween party. I could be getting ready to attend Lth and Iv’s party because I designed the invitations and Lth personally invited me about a week ago when me and S picked her up at work because she got in a nasty fight with her manager.

Their parties are very good. I think back in June I went to a couple of them. In one I “hooked up” with a girl named P. We danced reggeton all night. You know, my thing touching her thing. My hands all over her and her hands all over me all night…just like in the old days when I used to party about every weekend in the clubs of LA. I think I posted what happened in that party, I don’t remember. If I didn’t, please let me know and I’ll let you guys know all about it.

In another of Lth and Iv’s parties I met a cute girl who looked white but turned out to be Hispanic…and she looks the way I like them. Fair skin with dark eyes and hair. I posted that story. Remember? The one where I was getting kind of close to the girl, and she was letting me, and all with her boyfriend at the same party. Now do you remember? Since then I haven’t seen her. Maybe she is going to this Halloween party and I’m here at home with my sandals, and my Barcelona short on. And don’t worry, I’m not wearing socks with sandals. But who cares, she already has a boyfriend. There’s no point of “dating” a girl who has a boyfriend. I learned my lesson with Sandra.

About an hour ago I got a text message from G. He wanted me to go with him and his girlfriend to West Hollywood to the Halloween Carnival at Santa Monica. I asked who else was going. He said AM (the girl from the Colombian Festival post…if you haven’t read it, go ahead and do so. The title is “AM and the Colombian Festival” or something along those lines) and some other people I didn’t know were coming too. After hearing the name AM I completely discarded the idea of going with them.

I just don’t like that girl. I don’t know why. She is nice and sweet and all, but I just don’t like the idea of being in the same room she is in. Not too long ago, when P came from Arizona and “the gang” got together, we took G’s girlfriend to a party in Eagle Rock. I got a “sick” feeling in my stomach when she commented AM was going to be at the party. Thank god I didn’t see her.

Why is this happening? Maybe I’m in love with her? Nah. Maybe is just me and my tendency of being a rebel. Since everyone likes her a lot, I do the opposite without any motive. Heather once told me “why do you always have to be such a rebel?” Back then I didn’t give her an answer because I didn’t have one…years later, I’m asking that same question to myself…and I still have no answer.

I know I have chances with AM. Back at the Colombian festival it only took looking into her eyes, a smile, and taking the initiative to have her sleeping in my chess after not really talking to her all day long and saying “no” every time she asked me if I wanted something. Do you want water? No. Are you hungry? No. I remember once she was eating some Colombian dish or something. Looked at me, took the spoon and with a big “good girl” smile on her face she tried to feed me. I just turned away and kept walking. I didn’t even turn back to see what her reaction had been. Ha ha ha. I was such an ASS. Life is fun when you're an ass, don't you think?

Still, after doing stuff like that, at the end of the day, she was sleeping in my chess and I had my arm around her as if she was my girl. A simple strategy that got me results: looking into her eyes, a smile, and taking the initiative. I know she enjoyed it when I played with her hair.

You know…maybe that’s why I don’t like her…because she is just too easy. Vieja puta…I could fuck her the day I want! Ha ha ha.

Right now the time is 9:53pm and S texted me. He wants to go to Lth and Iv’s party. I don’t feel like going; he says Ch is already there. I really don’t feel like going out. Maybe I’m getting old. Or maybe I’m getting tired of always meeting sluts at parties. It is like dating an actress…first it is a dream come true, then it turns into a nightmare.

Poema a Gabriela

2009-10-29T09:34:00.000-07:00

Ya no estaba ahí, estaba en otro lugar. Un sitio obscuro en donde sólo había un sillón de terciopelo rojo frente a una televisión antigua; que era la única luz en el lugar. Volvió hacia el televisor. El equipo rojo se jugaba la final del ascenso y con el marcador empatado, embatía la puerta del equipo visitante.

Por alguna razón dio vuelta a su derecha y notó que del otro lado del sofa de terciopelo rojo estaba Gabriela, quien lo veia fijamente. El ruido del televisor lo distrajo, pues el delantero del equipo local habia fallado solo frente al portero en los segundos finales del encuentro.

Volvió de nuevo hacia Gabriela; súbitamente se dio cuenta que ahora ella estaba sobre él. Sus manos al rededor de su cintura y las de ella al rededor de su cuello. Le preguntó dónde había estado y por qué había tardado tanto.

Antes que pudiera responder, ella añadió que eso ahora ya no importaba pues estaban juntos y el tiempo ya no iba a correr.

El Irapuato ascendía a la primera mientras él la besaba.

It's Leonids Time Again

2009-10-27T14:48:00.000-07:00

I found this article and I wanted to share to all my beloved followers.

It's Leonids time again

Enjoy this meteor shower all year by snapping some photos.

Laura Layton

November's Leonid meteor shower offers a great opportunity to get outside and enjoy nature's light-show fantastic. Bill Cooke predicts the shower's peak will take place November 18 between 11:45 P.M. and 1:33 A.M. EST early November 19 (See "Get ready for the Leonids" in the September 2006 issue). Astronomer David Asher of Armagh Observatory in Northern Ireland predicts around 100 meteors per hour near the shower's peak.

You need no special equipment to observe meteors. A dark site and a clear view of a good portion of the sky are all you really need. If you wish to take a few Leonids home with you, then take some pictures. Use a single-lens-reflex (SLR) camera on a tripod and film (ASA 400 or higher) to take a time exposures. A 45-second exposure will result in no star trails, but longer exposures can result in more meteors in the frame.

Remember to dress for your location's November weather and bring a red light to find your way in the dark while retaining your dark-adapted vision

At The Cafe Part 2

2009-10-22T09:20:00.000-07:00

…That night I didn’t have any other interaction with her. I minded my own business and nothing worth mentioning really happened. Well, I met a girl named G late that night as I was leaving the place, but that’s all.

Next morning after waking up, I remembered about the note J2 had given me. Looked for my pants and took it out. I don’t know why, but I laughed. In the back of someone’s receipt she had written: “I love you”

Yes, you read right “I love you”. I wasn’t expecting it; even looked at it twice to make sure. The ball was in my court, and I knew I had to do something she will never expect. You know, to return the favor.

It was a Monday, so it meant I had to get a clean up hair cut from G. I get a clean up hair cut every two weeks or so between real hair cuts; you know, to look good most of the time. It pays off to have a close friend who is an stylist in a fancy ass hair salon.

Arrived at G’s place at around 5pm. The stupid elevator didn’t work, so I had to go up to the 5th floor using the stairs. Finally got there. After he cut my hair we started talking in his living room. Like we usually do. And then this girl came to our conversation.

I told him everything that had happened with the girl at the counter in the coffee shop. Both the “hands” incident and the “note” one. Previous to these events, I had told him I felt a certain thing between us (not me and him, but me and J2) but I wasn’t going to really go after her because, after all, she is not really my type of girl. And besides, we were taking all this as a game.

He laughed after I told him what she had written in the note. I laughed too. I showed him the note and he laughed even more. He returned the note and said “Ole, matador!” . I laughed more.

Then I told him I didn’t know what step to take next. Basically I had two options. One, I could write her a funny e-mail; like I’d previously done. (yes, I have her e-mail…hate me all you want :-P). Two, I could write her another little note the next time I see her.

He told me to go for option two. “She started with the notes. It means she likes this kind of things”, he said. I finally listened to one of G’s advice and went for option number two. But now I had a new problem. What could I write in a little note that will communicate I like this kind of games without looking like a wuss and also that I wanted to take things to another level.

I didn’t go fishing to that particular café for about a week, you know, so she could miss me.

So the day came when I had to go back. I don’t know why, but I was nervous. I knew exactly what I was going to write in a little note if she was there.

I got off from my bike and for some reason I was really nervous. I could feel my heart beating faster. And feeling a little anxious. I even dropped to the floor my bike’s lock, which I have never done before or since that day.

Somehow I managed to get myself together and headed to the café. At this point I was sure she was going to be at the counter, and for another reason as I was getting closer to it, I kept getting more and more nervous. Without realizing it, I was walking faster than usual and I was looking to the floor; something I never do.

So I came to the entrance of the café. Stopped and told myself “Orale cabron, no vayas a salir con tus mamadas” And went into the café without having another thought.

She was at the counter and she noticed me when I came in. I looked for a table and put my stuff down before ordering. Went up to her.

“Hey” she smiled.

“Hey” I smiled but deep inside I felt I could not even talk properly.

“How are you?” she asked

“Fine and you?” for the first time in a long long long time, I didn’t know what to say.

“Good…so…did you read my note?”

“No.” I lied.

“No?” she seemed confused.

“No. I forgot. What did it say?” Looking into her eyes. I wasn’t as nervous as before and I felt my confidence levels getting back to normal…super high.

“Well, I guess you will never know”

“Uh? No, tell me.”

“Nope, sorry.”

Took my stuff and went to my table. Time passed. Started to mind my own business. After about half hour things in the café quiet down. No more costumers came in. This was my chance.

I have a small notebook from when I got my new computer. It has somewhat of small pages. In one of them I wrote:

“So, when are you going to ask me out?”

Folded the note and headed her way without thinking anymore.

I approached her and said:

“Hey…I have something for you” She looked at me.

I gave her the note. And told her not to read it until she got home and was all by her self. She took the note and…

…to be continued.

Male Fashion 101 - Shoes

2009-10-17T18:49:00.000-07:00

We are going to start this fashion post with some of the basics: Shoes

Wearing the right kind of shoes at the right time will make you stand out from the rest of the guys out there.

Remember when you were a kid and your footwear consisted only of your school shoes and your dirty-good-for-any-occasion sneakers? You don’t? Well, I do. And I kind of miss those more simple times. However, now I look better. Which is always a plus.

I’m going to give you some very important information about shoes, and the right type of shoes for the right places. Just follow these simple rules.

RULE 1

Gym shoes don’t go well with everything in your closet. Gym shoes don’t belong outside the gym, basketball court, etc, etc. Don’t wear them if you’re not practicing any kind of sport’s activity like hiking or playing a soccer match with your friends.

RULE 2

Every guy needs at least 4 pairs of shoes. Your “grown up” shoes (oxfords), “gym” shoes, “going out tennis” shoes, and a pair of sandals to “kick it around the house”. If you live in very hot places, like Miami or Los Angeles, you should consider getting another pair of sandals for walking down the beach. This second pair has to be leather sandals. And please, please, please, please, don’t ever, ever, ever, ever wear sandals of any kind with socks on even if you’re just around your house.

RULE 3

Always keep all your footwear somewhat clean. Not only you will look better, but they will last longer.

GROWN UP SHOES (OXFORDS)

They are called oxfords and these are the kind of shoes you wear to formal events or when you want to look nice, as when you’re out on a date to a fancy restaurant. These pair of shoes have laces on the top and look mature. Make sure to get a brown and a black pair. Wear the black shoes with black shirts, and wear the brown ones with brown shirts. A variation is getting a pair of black oxfords and a cool dark brown pair of motorcycle boots. This combination will work wonders. And will cover almost any formal or informal event you can attend.

Oh, and don’t worry, you can buy and wear motorcycle boots even if you don’t ride a motorcycle. However, don’t wear motorcycle boots if you ride a scooter/moped. Those things are more for girls. (the scooters/mopeds, not the motorcycle boots)

I know we are in the middle of hard economic times, however, I highly recommend getting a pair of brown oxfords. But if you can’t afford them, then at least make sure you get a pair of black ones. If you end up doing this, please stay away from brown shirts. Trust me, girls will notice this brown-shirt-and-black-shoes look…and they won’t like it.

And from now on, please don’t refer to them as “grown up” shoes; “oxfords” is the correct term. Let’s all grow up a little. Can you image going to a shoe department store and asking the beautiful assistant “Hi. Do you know where the grown up shoes are?”.

GYM SHOES

Don’t wear them outside the gym or if you’re not practicing any sport’s activity. Try to keep them clean. I’m not a fan of white gym shoes, but if you are, that’s your decision. I tend to go for the darker gym shoes. I feel they give you more of a mature look, but at the same time an athletic one.

When you buy them, make sure to buy the right type of tennis shoes: The ones with special support for the arch of your feet. Just look at the sole of the shoe. If you see it is made up of two pieces…that’s a gym shoe.

I’ve said not to wear gym shoes outside the gym. Now I’m saying not to wear anything other than gym shoes to the gym. Other wise you may hurt your feet. Other footwear don’t provide the necessary support/protection for an intense work out. So please leave your cool “going out” tennis shoes in the locker room before breaking a sweat. Outside fashion, is not gym fashion.

NOTE: I highly recommend buying New Balance gym shoes. Why? Because they are made in America. And we need to help our own economy by buying American products. As for me, the second my Adidas gym shoes break, I’ll go get a pair of New Balance.

GOING OUT TENNIS SHOES

There’s a wide variety of these out there. You will be fine with a pair of Converse shoes. Stay away from over designed glittery shoes; like Ed Hardy. And if you end up getting stuck with Ed Hardy shoes, like I did, make sure to keep the less “fancy” ones. Actually, if you look close enough, they are not that bad after all. Right? Don’t worry, as soon as my Ed Hardy become less popular, I’ll throw them away and get a pair of Converse.

I mostly wear my Ed Hardy shoes with jeans, which means you hardly get to see the shoes themselves. Most of the time people think I’m wearing Converse shoes. But if for some reason, they end up looking at my shoes, they like them. So, if someone says “Levi jeans & Ed Hardy shoes don’t go well” you can answer:

“Estás pendeja y mala del culo como Dreamerhippie”

Use this footwear when you’re going out, but want to be a little more comfortable and give a more relaxed look.

SANDALS

They can go from flip flops to something more sophisticated. I prefer to use Skechers sandals over regular flip flops. Why? Because they provide a proper support to the arches of your feet. Remember, with flip flops, you’re pretty much walking over pieces of plastic with no special design or anything. They can hurt your feet in the long run.

With these sandals you can walk all day and not regret it in the afternoon. They work great if you’re going out to the movies or just anywhere. Ideal for a 90+ degree day here in L. A.

If you live in a very hot place like Miami or Los Angeles, I suggest getting a second pair of sandals. Leather sandals. You can use them for more formal occasions. Make sure they have support for your feet. They can be a little expensive, but if you’re going to use them a lot during the summer, it will be worth it. That way you can leave your Skechers sandals at home and use your nice leather sandals when you’re going to a “formal” event during a hot summer day; like a date. This leather sandals will look magnificent when worn with a white shirt-pants combination.

This information pretty much will take care of your basic shoe necessities. Remember, always try to wear the proper shoe for the occasion. I hope after reading this you won’t go out to a first date with blue jeans and white gym shoes in a hot 92 degree day thinking you’re the shit.

Feel free to post any questions or comments.

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Oh No

2009-10-16T21:53:00.000-07:00

mmmm....it seems I may be moving to another apartment...in another side of the city.

Time

2009-10-16T09:10:00.000-07:00

Last night when I came home from the gym I found my brother with his girlfriend in the living room. I said hi and went to take a shower.

I don't know why, but that got me thinking. Time is passing by and I'm still doing the same shit. He found someone to be with whereas for me, that same can't be said. Sure I meet lots of great looking girls, go out with them and have fun, but I can't imagine having a real relationship with any of them. You know, where you take them to meet your parents and shit like that.

Good thing I'm still young :-)

Monday

2009-10-07T20:32:00.000-07:00

It was as if someone had planned it, as we had talked on the phone and set it up. It was so perfect, it doesn’t feel real. This is why life is fun and why you should wake up with a smile on your face every morning.

After writing the Made In USA post, I remembered I hadn’t used my Perry Ellis shirt in a while, so I put it on. Monday came and went fishing, but not to my usual spots, I decided to go to a new place. A café that recently opened and seemed interesting from the outside.

Before, I went to the gas station, to the bank, and finally to this new place near Melrose and Fairfax. Found parking and locked my bike. After walking for about 1 block, and as I was about to enter this new café, I notice a girl I know from the gym, her name is A, was about to enter the same place. She didn’t see me at first, but I walked behind her and as we entered, I noticed the place was full. I was looking at the crowd and I noticed she had recognized me. She said “Hi”

I answered, “Are you stalking me?”

She laughs and says, “Me? You’re the one following me”

“Are you still doing the massage thing with the thing at the end?” I asked, we always joke around ever since she told me she is a masseuse.

She laughs again and says “Yes, but I only do the massage. I’m not that desperate for money” As she said that, she was taking something out of her purse and I don’t know why, but for some reason she dropped two or three quarters.

As she was picking them up I said “If you don’t want your money, you should give it to me” She laughs again.

“This place is full”, I commented

“Yes, and I need a table to study” She added.

“Do you want to go to the ice cream place across the street?” I noticed it as I was walking to the café.

“Sure”

Got out and crossed the street. As we were walking I pointed out “You look taller”

“I’m wearing high hills” She is about 5’2” or 5’3”. She looked taller, almost as tall as me, but of course, even on high hills, I still had 1 or 2 inches on her.

Since I met her at the gym, I am used to see her from above. Without any reason I added. “I like being with you, you make me feel tall” And who wouldn’t like to be with her? She is a good looking girl with kind of short blonde hair, beautiful light blue eyes, and a nice figure. Think of a Shakira kind of body, but not as short, of course with the very same womanly hips.

As usual, she laughs. And asks me “So what are you studying?”

“I’m actually planning on how to take over the world”

For the 20th time in 10 minutes, she laughs. Continued by saying, “Well, I hope that doesn’t conflict with my plans”

“What are your plans?”

“I’m talking over the world too” We both laughed.

We were about to enter the ice cream place and I opened the door for her and said “Ladies first”

She laughs and says, “Thank you”

Got in and the guy at the counter greeted us. “How can I help you guys?”

She ordered a latte or some of those fancy ass coffee drinks. Then he asked me what I will be having. I asked for a vanilla ice cream and then added.

“She is going to pay for everything” I hear her laugh. Turned to her and said in a sarcastic way “Yes, that’s what I do. I make women pay for my stuff” Looking into her light blue eyes.

“Oh, shut up” she replied in a playful way.

Then I hear the guy say “It’s going to be $X for you and $Y for you” pointing at each of us.

Before she gave him her credit card, I took some money out and said to the guy I was going to pay for both of us. Then turned to her and kind of whispered to her ear “She is going to pay me later with one of those massages with a thing at the end”. She is laughing…again.

Since there were lots of tables available outside, I thought we will be going our separate ways. After all, this was a spare of the moment thing. I got out and put my ice cream and laptop in one of the nearby tables as she was getting some stuff for her coffee. Then I remembered I forgot the napkins and went back in. When I came back out, I see her putting her stuff in the table and I said, “I didn’t say you could seat in my table”

“Well, that’s too bad. I’m already here” answered with a big smile.

She is taking her books out and I asked what she was studying.

“Anatomy”

“Does that mean eventually you will ask me to get naked and touch all over my body so you can keep ‘studying‘?”

Laughs out laud.

“I’m studying my dreams” I added as I took out my Dream Interpretation Guide book. This is where David DeAngelo is completely right, well, to be honest, he is right all the way. I would probably be a dateless bitter guy who is all the time on the internet without his newsletter (for some reason after writing “dateless bitter guy who is all the time on the internet” I thought of Chivas. Hi loser with no life!) . I bought the book because he recommended buying books like that because they will catch women’s attention immediately. It worked. She started to tell me all about these dreams she had had and the conversation turned out to be quite interesting. Sorry, too personal to mention her dreams in my blog.

Eventually each of us got to do what we were supposed to do. She kept studying and I was reading my Dream Interpretation Guide book but listening to music from my computer. Lots of people passing by. I noticed about 90% of the women passing by would look at, and make eye contact, with me. --It must be because I’m with a beautiful blonde and we look like we are in a relationship--, I thought to myself. --Plus, my ass looks great in these pants-- And we did look like a couple who’s been together for sometime. You see the two of them in a café each doing their own stuff, but eventually they would turn to each other, say something, and smile.

I see two girls go into the ice cream shop. When they come out, one of them has a cup with ice cream and a little spoon. They were right in front of our table when she drops the spoon to the floor. I go like Nelson from the Simpsons “Ha-ha” but really low. I looked at A and I noticed she witnessed the event, she smiles at me and we both kind of laugh at it.

Then I say at laud, “Don’t laugh. It is not funny” with a serious face. And from the corner of my eye I see the girls looking at us.

She was wearing a pair of “diva glasses” really big and dark. So I didn’t really see her eyes, but for the expression in the rest of her face she had a “I can’t believe you just did that” face, but ended up laughing.

Some minutes went by and suddenly she droops a pencil from the table. I look at her and she says “That’s what I get for laughing at that girl” .

About ten minutes later, she drops the same pencil, we both reached under the table to get it, and we ran into each other’s eyes. You know, went you look at each other but don’t say anything. And all, under the table. Kind of weird, but fun.

She then got up and got a cup of water inside the ice cream shop. I was surprised they served anything other than ice cream in an ice cream shop.

About ten minutes later went by. I don’t know how, but she managed to knock over the cup of water and spilled all the content to the floor.

I took my headphones off, looked at her and said, “You know, I think it is your hair”

She laughs. “Yes, I’m blonde”.

The way I see it, it was a mini-date. Thanks for taking the time to read this long ass post. Don’t forget to click the ads at the top, you already made it this far, keep sponsoring my crazy adventures. But don’t just click for the sake of clicking, who knows, maybe you’ll find something interesting and worth buying.. Go ahead and have fun.

Greetings,

Juang

At The Cafe Part 1

2009-10-03T13:55:00.000-07:00

I came back to the coffee shop after the incident with the girl. I normally I don’t go there Sundays but I didn’t have anything to do. I was happy and feeling really good because a new technique I’ve developed had worked very well on some girls, so I decided to try it at the coffee shop.

The place was almost empty. To my surprise she was at the counter…her name is J2. She looked at me from the counter and I walked up to her and said “Hello Beautiful” and then smiled. She smiled back.

She was playing with a blackberry phone. I though it was her phone and I asked “What are you doing?”

“Just looking at some pictures I took” answered without looking away from the phone.

“Can I see them?” I asked.

Showed me the phone and there was a picture of a guy’s shadow as he was taking the picture with the phone.

“Yes, that’s what I do when I’m not doing anything” commented. Then added as she was showing me another picture, one of a trash can with trash in it, “Pretty lame, eh?”

“Yes”, I replied and she smiled.

“I have lots of free time, don’t I?”

“It shows”, I answered and she just laughed at loud.

As she was laughing I saw a guy coming in through the back door. As usual, he was looking at her directly even before getting close to the counter. And no, this wasn’t the same guy from the previous post.

Before he came to form behind me I asked her, “Did you miss me?”

She stopped laughing and got a little piece of paper and put it where I couldn’t see what she was writing. She smiled as she wrote. By then the guy was right behind me waiting to be served. Stopped writing and folded it. She handed it to me and as our hands were touching said “Don’t open it until you’re in a place where you’re alone”

“Why? Did you write something sexual?” I put the note in my back pocket.

She laughs again and notices the guy and says “So, what do you want?” still smiling.

“Water”

She got it out and I tried to play the “’No, that one” game. But it didn’t work, she just gave me the one she felt like giving me. As I was giving her a bill to pay I said “You can keep the change” and proceeded to give her my good old 1 million dollar bill. She took it and laughed again.

“You’re so lame, you always give me that one” laughing as she was closely looking at the fake bill.

She was about to give it back when it ripped in two pieces. It was an old bill, so I wasn’t surprised.

“Oh no. This was my conversation starter” I said.

“I’m sorry”

Looking into her brown eyes I said in a very serious voice:

“You know, this actually means you like me”

She had no reaction and just looked at me with a blank expression. I didn’t know what to do, so I just gave her a $20 bill to pay for my stuff and she was about to give me the change when the guy behind me said

“Don’t forget what he said. You can keep the change”

She smiled, but gave me my change. I took my stuff from the counter and as I walking to my seat I heard a phone go off. It was the phone she was playing with. I turned a round and saw how she was giving it to a guy and say “Hey, someone’s calling you”

…to be continued (the story only gets better)

If you want to read the second and third parts of the story you better click in the ads in my blog fuckers.

Tomo Su Pincel De Punta Gruesa

2009-09-28T21:54:00.001-07:00

Tomo su pincel de punta gruesa y trazo en el lienzo tres lineas horizontales verdes. --Curitiba, Brasil--, penso.

Irene dormia en la cama. Su cabello castaño con los mechones claros en una cola de caballo.

Volvio hacia el reloj en la pared. 1:56 am. Otro pensamiento llego a su memoria. “Gabriela, recuerdo de una cincuenta y seis de la mañana. Gabriela, tatuaje en el alma”, murmuro

Que le habia pasado? Que habia sido del muchacho tierno y sensible que veia la vida a traves de unos ojos de cristal? Que paso con la necesidad de expresar sentimientos con un papel y un lapiz. Estrofas, rimas; faltas de ortografia a proposito.

Se levanto del banco donde estaba y busco en su cajon. Despues de 4 segundos de busqueda, pues tenia todo bien acomodado y sabia donde estaba cada cosa en su caos, saco una libreta de hojas verde claro. Sabia que ahi estaba y por alguna extraña razon ahora sentia la necesidad de verla, de leerla y sonreir como siempre lo habia hecho:

Zeta, zeta, letra zeta;

Todo cae, todo se quiebra

Todo se hunde

Todo se destruye

Como la vida

Que se me escapa y me rehuye

Zeta, zeta, letra zeta;

Donde estas ahora?

La noche que un dia vivio,

No vive mas ahora

Zeta, zeta, letra zeta;

Recuerdo de una vida perfecta

Zeta, zeta, no eres mas

Que una letra

Zeta, eres la ilusion

De un futuro prohibido

Zeta, eres la magia

En unos ojos infinitos

Zeta, zeta,

Mira como la luna cae y se quiebra

Zeta,

La vida ya no es incierta

Otra vez nacia la necesidad de escribir, de volver a la vida a Marco y a Enrique; a Marcela, a Gabriela y a “ELLA”. Pero eso no era posible. Como podria alguien volver a la vida a alguien que no ha muerto o que no ha dejado de existir. Lo mismo se podia decir de los personajes ficticios, como revivir a alguien que nunca nacio y que por ende nunca murio? No lo sabia.

Queria otra oportunidad. Queria volver a contar sus historias y sus pesares; sus luchas contra la vida y contra ellos mismos. Las sensaciones y los ecstasis que se provocaban uno al otro.

Pero en si no fueron ficcion pura y plena. Fueron basados en la vida real y en la mirada verde-amarilla de “ELLA”. Era por eso mismo que escribir para el era personal y tan emocionante. No solo se limitaba a describir las experiencias y sensaciones que sus personajes viven. El vivia la escritura pues el camino que cada uno de sus personajes tomaba, ya lo habia recorrido.

Regreso la mirada al reloj. 2:06am. Junto a la cama estaba la mochila donde mantenia su computadora. Precisamente estaba en el lado donde Irene decidio dormir. Se acerco con cautela para no despertarla. Tomo la mochila y sin prender la luz, prendio la computadora. Espero que los programas terminarian de bajarse y comenzo a escribir sin saber que direccion tomaria la historia.

Something Weird And Interesting

2009-09-26T22:31:00.001-07:00

Last night something very interesting and weird occurred. I don’t know when I’ll be publishing this, but today’s date is Sep 24, 2009. About 8:32 am.

As usual I went to a café to fish. I walked in and the place was packed. At the front desk there is this girl with who I often practice all my material on. She is about 5’ 7”, looks Hispanic, but has never talked to me in Spanish. If you ask me, she looks Brazilian. But not the black or white Brazilians, more of those indigenous people who eventually got mixed with the other races. A little on the skinny side, but a solid 8 after all. If she had some more curves, she would be a perfect 9.

By the time I got to be second in line, there was no one behind me. She noticed and looked at me to say “Hi”, but I didn’t look at her. Remember, “never give a girl what the wants”. She would be talking to the girl she was attending, but would glance at me quickly to see if I was looking at her. I wasn’t looking at her, I was looking at the girl in front of me. She did it about 3 times.

Then another guy walks in. I noticed even before getting in front of the counter where the girl was, he was looking at her directly, kind of expecting her to notice him and say “Hi”. She does, and the guy delivers this “Oh, hi!” with a big ass smile. She does the same, but not as big of a “Hi” and with less enthusiasm; of course, she is at work, and has to be nice with everyone there.

My turn comes. She says “Hi, how are you?” and I answered:

“I’m doing fine” With a serious face.

She bends into the display case and asks if I’m going to have the usual and I answered I was going to be having something else, something that’s on the other end of the display case.

She smiled because in the past, I practiced on her that “No, that one” technique/game I talked about in the Gustavo & Irene post, remember? When they get to the café and he makes the girl at the counter smile. Well, this is where that part of the story came from.

She walks to the other side of the counter, which is kind of big; about 10 feet. Smiling she takes out a bottle of water and asks if I’m going to have that one or if I’m going to change my mind.

With a serious face I say, “No, that one is fine” and then proceeded to ask “Do you feel like making a chicken sandwich?”

“No”, she answered and smiled.

Looking into her brown eyes I say “Well, that’s just too bad because I want a chicken sandwich” She smiles again and her eyes closed a little because she kind of laughed at my demand. Yeah, we are mean to each other, but that’s the way we always talk.

“Ok, but it is going to take a long time”, said in a serious, but playful way. “What kind of salad do you want?”

“I don’t want a salad”

“Well, it comes with a salad”

“You take the salad” Looking into her eyes.

She gives me this smile, but it wasn’t your average “you’re funny” smile, or the “I can’t believe you just said that” smile, it was more of a “aww, thanks” kind of smile. I hope you get what I’m talking about, if not, you need to get out there and make friends with girls.

All this happened with a smirk in my face. I paid and she gave the change back. I left for my seat and turned my computer on. I logged into the chat room and found Abaddon.

Que paso cabron? No te hagas pendejo, deja un pinche comment de vez en cuando, si bien que sigues mi blog.

We chatted a little bit. You know, your average chat room talk, well, kind of. We’ve known each other for years.

About 15 minutes went by and I got really hungry. Got up and went to the counter to see how my food was coming along. The girl notices me. Stops what she was doing. Leans over the counter towards me, puts her right hand almost to my face with two fingers up and says in a mean, but playful way

“It’s going to be ready in two minutes”

I don’t know why, or what took over me, but for some reason I grabbed her hand, but not in a wussy “your skin is so soft” kind of way. I did it firmly, I actually grabbed her wrist and not her hand, and pulled her a little towards me. She tried to fight back to free her hand, but she couldn’t. The tension was raising, but not “bad” tension. It was more like the tension you see at the movies when the guy is trying to kiss the girl and she fights back, but end up kissing passionately anyways.

No words were exchanged. Only looked into each other’s eyes the whole time. Then she tried to use her left hand, but I moved mine along with her right hand. We were like little kids who fight, but won’t really hurt each other. It was a really weird event.

I let go and went to my seat with the smirk always in my face.

About 10 minutes went by and I saw in the reflection of the glass doors that she was looking at me. I concluded my chicken sandwich was ready. But I wasn’t going to get up, so I pretended I didn’t see or hear her.

She leaned over the counter and stretched her arms trying to call for my attention. I was giving her my back because of the way I was seated, but I could see everything through the reflection of the doors.

I see she turns away and disappears, seconds later she comes with my order in her hands and gives me this karate chop in a playful way in my shoulder. She said something, but I didn’t really understand what it was since I had the headphones on.

Now, I don’t know what really happened, but I think it was something worth mentioning.

So that’s the story of this posts.

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Please click on the ads, I’ve clicked a few of them and they seem to sell pretty good quality stuff. I clicked the one where they sell shirts.

Well, thanks for reading.

Male Fashion 101-The Conclusion

2009-09-23T20:46:00.001-07:00

This is the last post of the “basics”. I covered the shower and the body hair section, now its time to talk about the things that are too small to have their own section. Like mouth hygiene, clipping your nails, and getting rid of food odor.

First things first:

Mouth Hygiene

I seriously hope you didn’t learn from me you have to brush your teeth at least 2 times a day (and do so with your tongue once a week) But if you

did, well, start doing it now. It’s never too late to change.

If you’re going to brush, don’t forget to floss too. Dental floss is not expensive and it will do wonders for you.

But why do we brush and floss? Really simple answer, right? To have a clean and odorless mouth. However, sometimes our mouth will smell even if we had brushed our teeth and haven’t eaten anything.

A long time ago, a girl I met told me the human mouth smelling even if you brushed your teeth. Why? Her explanation was gastric acid in our stomach will create this odor. I asked her what was the best way to avoid it, her answer was to eat something, like an orange, at least every 3 hours. Sounds simple, eh? But what do you do if you can’t eat an orange or something every 3 hours? The solution is even more simple:

Buy a Listerine Pocket Mist

It will help you fight mouth odor and it fits anywhere. That’s my personal choice since the Listerine Breath Strips weren’t really handy if you have to take them with you anywhere you go. I had two bad experiences already.

One of them took place during a Halloween party back in 2006, I think; I was dancing with a girl and had the package of Listerine breath Strips in my pocket. I reached for them and took out what I though was only a single strip. To my surprise, it was more like 10. Due to the heat inside my pocket, they melted together and I ended up having a “freshness overdose”

Something similar happened one afternoon at work when I was about to go into an apartment where I had to service something. This time I did noticed there were about 10 strips melted together before putting them into my mouth.

In conclusion, buy a Listerine Pocket Mist, you will not be disappointed and you can forget about “freshness overdoses”

Clipping your nails:

This one is really simple. Do so every week or when necessary. No one likes a guy with long dirty nails.

Smelly Feet:

Don’t think no one is going to notice. Remember, just like you don’t want to scare a girl when you take your shirt off and she sees your natural sweater, you don’t want to disgust her with your smelly feet once “the fun” is about to start.

I think I have covered all the basics.

Don’t forget you’re doing this for yourself and not for the girls you may run across. Hygiene is a very important part of the human behavior and it tells a lot about you.

If you want to take a deeper look into the “basic” category, don’t forget to visit www.askmen.com. It is a free online portal designed for men.

Take care and I’ll see you next time.

"Donde Estabas"

2009-09-17T09:42:00.000-07:00

NOTE from the author: Some of the events described below actually took place, word by word and reaction by reaction.

“Dónde estabas? Tengo casi media hora esperandote.”, preguntó Irene una vez que apagó la moto.

“Nada, el tráfico”, contestó sin dar más explicasiones. “Todavia te sigue molestando?”, agregó.

“No, desde el susto que le metiste ya casi no me habla”, dijo Irene con una leve sonrisa en su rostro mientras se subía al asiento trasero.

“Espera”, Gustavo sacó algo de las bolsas de su chamarra. “…Y estos, son para la princesa” , dando un par de guantes de piel a la joven.

Irene sonrió, le dio un beso y comentó “Aww, gracias”, con su tono claro y dulce de voz.

Detalles simples como éste era lo que los unía. Aunque a veces Gustavo pareciera serio e ído, de repente la sorprendia con aspectos de su vida que no concordaban con su personalidad; o con actos sencillos y, desde la superficie, triviales, pero determinantes.

“Entonces? A tu casa o a la mía?” preguntó antes de encender la motocicleta.

“Quieres ir a comer algo? Yo invito”

“Contigo hasta el fin del mundo, princesa”

Volvió sonreir. Encendió la moto, y poco a poco el sonido del motor fue haciendose cada vez mas ténue a la distancia.

El café estaba medio vacío y la poca gente que había parecía tener siglos ahi. Todos en sus computadoras y un silencio reinaba el lugar.

Atendiendo estaba una joven alta, blanca, con cabello lazio y muy negro; como de 23 años. Ojos gris-azules y de buena figura. Se levantó de una silla, se puso detrás del mostrador cuando los advirtió venir.

“Qué vas a querer?” preguntó Irene sin prestar atención a la sonrisa de la joven y viendo los envases de refresco frente a ella.

“Si te digo, te vas a enojar”, respondió Gustavo sonriendo y viendo a los ojos a la muchacha que atendía, todo, aprovechando que Irene estaba distraída.

La joven detrás del mostrador sonrió. Irene, todavía sin noción de lo que sucedía, preguntó con extraño “Por qué?”

“Voy a querer uno de esos” señaló una botella con tepache a la muchacha.

Abrió la puerta del mostrador y señalando el envase que el había indicado preguntó, “Esta?”

El contestó, “No, la otra” Movió el dedo hacia la otra botella esperando su respuesta. “No, la otra” volvió a mover su mano. “No, la otra”.

A través del vidrio del mostrador notó que la muchacha sonreía más cada vez que la hacía apuntar a una botella distinta.

Finalmente dijo, “No, mejor ésa” Concluyó apuntando a la primera botella que indicó. Finalmente soltó una carcajada. Toda la conversacion con la joven fue en inglés, pues era Americana y no parecía hablar español.

Volviendo hacia Gustavo, Irene preguntó, “Si pido uno de esos, te comes la otra mitad?” Apuntando hacia un henorme menu que colgaba en la pared.

“Claro”

“Me das un chikin Panini?” dijo a la joven con acento muy marcado en su inglés.

“Sólo uno?”, cuestionó la joven de los ojos gris-azules.

“Sí. Estoy a dieta”

La muchacha, levantando su pulgar izquiero, dijo, “Bien por ti”.

Las dos se sonrieron. Y al dar la vuelta Irene notó que Gustavo ya no estaba ahí, vio a su alredor y se dio cuenta que estaba sentado en una de las mesas en la parte trasera, donde no había nadie. Caminó hacia él.

Gustaba verla de lejos, sus pequenos 5 pies y 4 pulgadas de estatura eran distintos a los de las demás, eran más tiernos. En si era una muchacha muy común, sin embargo tan distinta a todas. Nació en Puebla, México. Tenia 22 años y había llegado a los Estados Unidos a los 18. Su tono de piel era moreno obscuro, pero podía distinguirse que alguién en su familia fue blanco; sus ojos eran grandes y negros. Tenía aquella mezcla de razgos indígenas y facciones Espanolas que sólo en Puebla podían encontrarse. Usaba el cabello algo corto, casi le llegaba los hombros. Era de color castaño y algunos mechones eran muy claros, casi rubios; especialmente cuando andaba bajo la luz del sol. Boca de tamaño regular, pero labios muy carnosos.

“Qué pasa?”, preguntó pues notó que la veía fíjamente.

“Nada, sólo estaba viendo el cuerazo de mujer que eres”

“Ay, tu”, sonrojó. No sabía por qué, pero gustaba de sus piropos, aunque a veces fueran algo vulgares.

“Y ese milagro que decidiste salir a mitad de semana?”

“Pues ya ves, hoy amanecí de buenas”

“Se dice ‘chiken’, pero está bien; te doy permiso que sigas diciendo ‘chikin’. Me gusta tu acento”

Sabía que no había perfección en los humanos, que no era como dos angulos rectos que juntos daban 180 grados sin importar las circunstancias o adtitud del sumante. Y es que no era que Irene fuera perfecta por su imperfección, sino que era perfecta ante los ojos de Gustavo porque encontraba sus imperfecciones como cualidades y no defectos. Su acento marcadisimo, sus faltas de ortografía, y su terquedad de seguir ayudando a personas que la lastimaron y abusaron de su confianza, incluso el bendito gato que había encontrado en la calle y que después hizo que viviera con él en su departamento pues ella no podía cuidarlo por su horario entre escuela, novio, y trabajo.

“Ya me dijo el maestro que estoy lista para ESL 4”

“Y Karina? Cómo va?”

“Si es bien menza. No se le pega nada ni aunque le ponga resistol en la cabeza. Creo que es su hijo, no tiene mente para otra cosa. La semana pasada faltó 4 días y dice que quiere aprender rápido para poder conseguir un trabajo de secretaria en una tienda. Pero si sigue así, no creo que vaya a poder”

“Chiken Panini!” Exclamó la muchacha del mostrador.

“Vas o voy”, preguntó Gustavo.

Buscando dentro de su bolsa Irene respondió “Ve tú”. Después extendió la mano y dando un billete de $20 dijo, “Ahí le pagas”.

Tomó el dinero y se dirigió hacia el mostrador.

La joven de ojos gris-azules sonrió al verlo. “Quieres que lo parta en dos?”, preguntó.

“Sí”

Sacó un cuchillo de uno de los cajones y procedió a cortarlo. “Gracias” Dio el billete a la joven.

Abrió la caja registradora y dijo “Aquí esta tu cambio”

Con tono serio y viendola a los ojos Gustavo comentó, “Gracias, te amo”

La muchacha sonrió y antes que pudiera decir algo, Gustavo tomó el plato y se fue.

Male Fashion 101-Body Hair

2009-09-14T11:11:00.000-07:00

When was the last time you saw a guy wearing a sweater one hot summer afternoon and then realized he didn’t have a shirt on? Pretty weird, eh? I bet you found this terribly sexy, right? Yeah, right.

Nature provided us with body hair to protect us from the elements back when humans used to go around with nothing on and lived in caves. Now, thousands of years later, most of us don’t live in caves, but for some reason the hair has stayed in our bodies. Some have more than others, but we all should take care of it.

Where am I going with all this? Body hair is not sexy and it turns disgusting when you have lots. Yeah, some women are magically attracted to guys with lots of hair in their bodies, but for the most part, they are not.

This is a very personal choice, but I’ve decided to talk about it because you don’t want to scare a girl when you take your shirt off and scare her with your natural sweater. Of course, if you’re a guy (or a girl) who has a “well, god made me like this” kind of mentality, then you should stop reading right now.

There are many ways to deal with body hair. Hot wax, trimmers, scissors, shaving blades, etc, etc.

As you probably know, when it comes to some aspects in life, I only talk about the stuff I’ve used myself. I’ve never dealt with hot wax, sounds too painful and I’m allergic to pain; neither messed with scissors, my body is to precious to risk cutting it, specially down there. Shaving blades are not my thing because after two or so days, you get these little hairs and you have to shave once more.

When it comes to body hair, I say get rid of it however you want. Specially back hair. I’ve met girls who are attracted to guys who have a hairy chest, but I never even heard of a girl who thinks a guy is sexy because of his back hair. Lets face it, it is plain disgusting.

Like I’ve said before, this is a very personal choice, I’m just giving out this advice because your skin is something you have to show, specially during the summer.

This was a very short, and to the point post. It is also in the “basic” categories. I hope you guys knew all of what I just said and realized body hair is something to get rid of.

Take care…and keep on playing.

En Su Cuarto

2009-09-11T08:46:00.000-07:00

Muchas veces se habia preguntado que seria de su vida. Que seria de el si Irene no existiera, si jamas la hubiera conocido aquella noche de Agosto en donde todo parecio estar trazado por una mano, quiza un mago o Dios que lo planeo todo e hizo posible que todo sucediera de la forma correcta.

En donde estaria? Cuales aventuras y tragedias habrian asotado su vida si hubiera escogido el otro camino en donde la vereda se parte en dos?

Volvio hacia el casco que yacia en la unica silla en el cuarto. --Tengo que pulirlo--, penso sin saber realmente por que.

--La vida y sus tareas--, se decia mientras ponia la primera capa del liquido limpiador sobre la superficie del Casco y reflexionaba que hacia poco que toda habia cambiado.

Ya no era un nino, ya no era aquel joven que creia ciegamente en las palabras de toda persona que cruzara en su camino. Realmente nunca tuvo alguna mala experiencia de confiar en alguien que despues lo traicionaria. Era como si tuviera un angel, un ser que le decia en quien confiar y en quien no, pero no con palabras, sino con senales. Brillo en los ojos de las personas, sonrisas retorcidas y nerviosas, incapacidad de mantener la Mirada, cosas asi.

Seguia lustrando el casco y se pregunto que seria de “ELLA”. Seguiria teniendo el mismo brillo candido en su mirada amarilla verdosa? Seguiria teniendo las caderas pronunciadas y femininas que tanto le atraian; los mismos risos obscuros y vitales sobre su cabeza? Tenia tanto, parecia como si nunca hubiera existido y todo hubiera sido un sueno, si un sueno de los que uno despierta con una sensacion de calma y felicidad en el alma.

Era un nino de 18 anos cuando entro y salio de su vida. En si solo la conocio por poco mas de un ano. --Un ano trepidante--, penso con una sonrisa en su rostro aun puliendo el casco y cuidando que no quedara ningun reciduo del liquido limpiador.

Ese mismo ano descubrio su pasion y facilidad por la escritura. Ni el mismo sabia si fue todo una enorme casualidad o si solo lo habia hecho para, de alguna forma indirecta y retrocida, tratar de impresionarla. Cualfuera la verdadera razon, supo que lo hizo, que logro llamar su atencion. Simple acto de absoluto que estaria con el por el resto de su vida. Porque asi es la vida, simple, pero a la vez compleja y de cuando en cuando incomprehensible. Un simple acto como escribir un cuento corto podia cambiar la vida de dos personas para siempre, intensificar la atraccion que ya existia entre los dos. Palabras mudas, miradas fugaces pero al mismo tiempo inexorables.

Termino de pulir el casco. Volvio al reloj en la pared. Eran las 2:00 pm y se apresuro hacia la puerta. Habia que recoger a Irene del trabajo.

…continuara?

Male Fashion 101-The Shower

2009-09-06T16:52:00.001-07:00

My first post on male fashion is not going to be about shoes or pants, not even about shirts or hair gel. My first post is going to be about personal hygiene. Why? Because no matter how well you may be dressed, all of that won’t matter if you smell or have hair sticking out of your beautiful nose.

By nature most girls are disgusted by smelly guys, although some are strangely attracted to them. But remember, you want to attract as many as possible, and not just the “psychos” who are attracted to a hobo. In my case, I’m doing all this not really because I want to attract girls, but because I like it, although it does help.

Pretty much I’m just going to go over some very basic stuff. However, I need to go over it because I want to make sure you know about it; so later you won’t come back to me and tell me this story about a girl blowing you off because of your dirty teeth. And if you do, I’m going to go “What? Fucker, those things are in the fucking blog! Go read it again”

SHOWER

I don’t think you need someone telling you bathing once a day is a necessity and not a choice, do you? Very basic, eh?

There are some instances where taking a shower once a day is not enough. The rule here is: sometimes you have to shower twice, specially if at some point during the day you felt sweaty and sticky. Trust me, you are going to smell later. No one likes to be with someone who smells; of course, unless you are talking about another smelly guy. In that case, neither guy would notice the other smells.

As I have stated before, male fashion, and most of the “good” fashion in general is about seemingly small details no one will notice, but will end up making a very big difference. Here is where my help comes into the rescue!

For most guys a quick shower with any shampoo and a soap bar is enough to get you through the day. If you feel that’s enough for you, then fine. That’s the way it worked for me for a long time. At least you are clean and don’t smell. However, there is a wide variety of “shower” products out there to help you take care of those “small details” I was talking about.

I’m talking about shower gels, soap bars with a particular essence, body scrubs, moisturizers, special hair products that will make your hair look great, and the ever magic AXE‘s shower tool.

Showering should not be as complex as I’m making it appear. If you don’t want to be called a “metro sexual” (trust me, you don’t want to be stuck in that category) the best way to avoid it is to just take a regular shower once or twice a day with one product that will take care of your “fashion” necessities.

I’m talking about showering with a regular shampoo for you hair and a shower gel. A very basic combination that will work miracles, without putting you in the “metro sexual” category. Why shower gel? Because not only it will get you clean, but it is going to make you smell great and it’s going to make your skin softer, but not to the point of looking like a girl’s skin. Girls will notice that, and they will like it. And if you like guys, well, I think they will like it too. But I’m not sure.

My recommendation here is to use any of AXE’s shower gels. As with any product from AXE, they will make you fashionable and manly at the same time. I was reading an article about AXE’s new shower gel “Fever”. Sounded interesting. That, added to the fact I was talking about shower gels with luvsherry the night before in the chat room convinced me to try it.

After getting to Ride Aide and smelling the Brazilian Mud & Dragon Fruit aroma, I realized it was just too fancy for me. I kept on smelling the shower gels and ran into AXE’s shower gel “Dark Temptation” and came to the conclusion it smelled like chocolate (and it does), the aroma is just too sweet for me. Plus, I don’t want to make girls hungry for chocolate when they smell me. I kept on my search and found AXE’s “Touch”. Perfect for me “mature and fashionable” I don’t really have words to describe the aroma, but I knew I liked it the second I opened the bottle. I ended getting it along with AXE’s shower tool (which was conveniently right next to the shower gels) At first I thought it was just going to be a regular scrub like the ones you get at the 99 cent store, but with better quality. Turns out it has a “hard side” and a “soft side” for your sensitive parts. I loved it right after my first shower. The instructions say you have to replace it every 6 weeks, but fuck it, I’m not going to pay $6 every 6 weeks just for a scrub. The shower gel was also $6, so I ended up paying about $14 after taxes.

I guess the best you can do here is to go to Rite Aide or any store like that and smell for yourself what aroma will work for you. Not everyone is going to like AXE‘s shower tool, but I say try it at least once, and if you don‘t like it, at least you experimented something new. Fashion is also about experimenting. Don’t forget my recommendation and start using a shower gel. It will be another small step towards your goal of being more “fashionable” and beautiful in the eyes of the female population (also include the gay population).

No, AXE is not paying me anything, I just like their products that much.

As usual, if you don’t think I have a good sense of fashion or think I’m just nuts about all this, you can check www.askmen.com and see what the experts on male fashion say.

It is a free online portal design for men who want to look good without spending a million dollars.

I’ll see you next time.

Male Fashion 101-Introduction

2009-09-03T07:42:00.000-07:00

“The art of fashion is still a mystery to me. I just can’t seem to understand what people mean when they say that something goes well with something else. I know that they are talking about some sort of symmetry, but what type exactly is a fucking mystery to me. I understand that today’s world does require that one keeps up with the trends; you have to look up to date, or fashionable, to get a date or a job. So, instead of trying to figure this fashion shit out, which I probably never will, I do the most efficient thing that someone in my shoes can do, I let my girlfriend buy me whatever clothes she finds me attractive in. This is a wonderful strategy because it keeps me from looking like a mess and it makes my girlfriend happy… “-- Drvenom

I found this a few days and decided to write about it because not so long ago I was in complete darkness in the world of male fashion too.

Like most guys in a relationship, I too, depended in my girlfriend to look good in the eyes of the female population. It is a very good strategy because only a girl knows what other girls like. However, there’s a trick in all this. That is. What do you do when you no longer have a girlfriend to “show you the way”?

I was in this spot after my girlfriend and I broke up. Yes, I still had the clothes she had picked for me, but eventually they either wore out or were thrown into the garbage because they “reminded me of her“.

There I was, all by myself “with no direction home”. I tried to take the easy way out which is to think: If she liked it, then other girls will like it too. Started to wear the baggy pants she liked and shirts that kind of resembled those my ex had picked. I was happy. However, one day it hit me.

“This is not who I am. This is the image my ex designed for me”, I though to myself one night. And my “style” really didn’t make me happy anymore because, in a way, she would still be with me; and I wanted to get over her completely.

My search began dressing like I did back when I met her, which is: right after graduating from high school, and it will never end because a guy, like everything in life, has to change in order to be up to date and be interesting. No, I’m not telling you to change your image completely every time a new trend comes out. I’m just saying you need diversity in your closet.

In this series of entries I’m going to discuss a number of seemingly “small” details. These small changes will make a big difference in your appearance and in the way people perceive your personality.

As for this post, I’m going to start off with one of the most simple changes a guy can make:

Buy at least one plain v-neck shirt.

I suggest starting off with a white shirt because white goes well with everything you already have in your closet (don‘t forget that rule about clothing, and if you live in the West Coast, that other rule of “do not wear white after Labor Day“, doesn‘t apply, you can wear white all year long if you want). If then you like the shirt and the style, you can go ahead and dig into other colors like blue, grey or black etc, etc.

A good v-neck shirt is the way to go because it is affordable, will make you look good, and is versatile.

Why am I obsessed with v-neck shirts? Just think about it. For once, they are cheap. You can get a 3-shirt package for about $10 at Target. If after you try all this and you don’t like them, well, at least you didn’t “waste” that much. And if you do, you won’t have to spend “that” much in order to look your best.

I like the brand Hanes but others are good as long as they have a v-neck. Try to buy one that fits you properly (not too baggy, no “East LA” style please) oh, and don’t forget they will shrink after the first wash. Make sure you don’t get one that’s too thigh right after taking it out of the

package. They feel really baggy the first time you put them on, but they will change, a lot.

A v-neck shirt will make you look good. Think about this: What’s the first thing that comes to your head when you see a guy in a white round neck shirt and blue jeans? Right. “This guy just got out of bed and put on the first thing he found” And something as small as a v-neck shirt instead of a round neck will make that thought go from that to “This guy is hot”. The thing with v-neck shirts is that they get closer to you, but not to the point of “showing off your body” like some other shirts do. They have a youthful, athletic style, whereas round neck shirts tend to be more “bulky” and “mature“. Kind of the “Hank In King Of The Hill” style. If you have a “thick” body, they will make you look even thicker. And I don’t think you want that, do you?

V-necks are versatile. You can wear them almost anywhere if you know how to “pair” them. Regardless of your style, they will look great with any type of jeans, call them “skinny” “boot cut” or whatever comes to your mind.

Now take this “v-neck-shirt-jean” combination and add some footwear. You’ll get a more relaxed style if you put on a pair of converse shoes. Ideal

for just “kick it back” in a café or do nothing around the house. I like to use this particular combination when some of my friends are coming to my place to watch the game, but we may go out for a slice of pizza afterwards or just “whatever” (However, I don’t wear Converse, I have Ed Hardy shoes. Not the ones with glitter and shit. I like the less fancy styles).

But things do change if instead of the converse shoes, you put on something more “formal”, like motorcycle boots or other type of “grown up“ shoes. Now with this combination you can go to the movies with your girlfriend or friends and look like a “bad boy”. Or you can go to a café and just kick it back, but give a more “serious” vibe around you. With this combo you can also visit some relatives and look like you actually care of what they think about you.

In conclusion v-necks are great because they are affordable, they will make you look good, and they are versatile.

It’s been about 6 years since I had my last “real healthy” relationship and

started my journey in the world of male fashion. (but that doesn’t mean I haven’t had fun with girls)

Not everything has been glamour and great looking combinations. I have bought some nasty shit thinking it was “cool” at the time. Now that I think about it, it makes me smile. I guess I learned a lot from my mistakes. And hopefully you won’t have to learn the hard way with my help.

I hope these changes will help you as much as they helped me, and you won’t have to depend on your girlfriend to look your best. One more thing, if you end up digging this “white v-neck shirt” style, don’t wait for it to get yellowish before buying another.

I’m going to write more about men’s fashion later (shoes, formal shirts, pants, accessories, etc, etc) or at least try to. But if you don’t think I have a good sense of fashion or think that I’m just nuts, you can go and check www.askmen.com and see what the experts in male fashion say.

It is a free online portal designed for men.

It's Good To Get Older

2009-09-01T21:29:00.001-07:00

Saturday I went to the beach with CH. Got there, but didn’t get into the water, just walked. You know, among the shops and pretty much just looking at girls go by and maybe talk to them if it was possible. In other words, we were “fishing”.

Bought a vanilla ice cream cone and ate it. Somehow we started talking about girls. Which is highly unusual because I normally don’t talk about this with CH. We mostly talk about soccer and video games. I know him since we were 13 and consider him one of my “brothers”.

He said for some reason he noted younger girls started talking to him. I remember he was with me in the gym’s pool when the incident with the 14 year old girl happened. After everything had happened he commented he was surprised she was 14 and not 18 too.

For some reason congratulated me for getting her number. (when in reality it was the girl who insisted me on memorizing it) I told him I wasn’t going to call her because I didn’t want to get in trouble with the law or anything. And I never did.

But back to the beach

He said he met a girl from Jalisco at a party; she kept looking at him through out the night. It all began when he overheard her say she wanted to learn how to dance like him (he is a good dancer). He just walked to her and asked her if she wanted to dance.

To make a long story short, the girl turned out to be 18 years old (and he is my age, no wait, I think he a year older) and they were supposed to go out on a date Sunday afternoon.

After that I told him all about the Sandra incident. Everything, including the boyfriend-almost-caching-me-with-her scene. He laughed…hard.

After we both stopped laughing, we agreed girls like older guys even when they are losers like us. Then we wondered about the future, about how things would be much better once we turn 30 or 35 and girls 20-25 will be after us.

He had this experience with an 18 year old, and Sandra was 19 when things happened between us. Plus, the “Sandra Incident” was not alone. I just remembered about the “Taco Place Owner’s Daughter” incident too (if you don‘t know of what I‘m talking about, just read my older posts and you‘ll find the story).

I saw her a few weeks ago and OMG…she is turning into a woman. I remember some years ago, when we first started going for lunch at that place, I would see her with a “Dora The Explorer” backpack and stuff like that. Now she wears “woman’s jeans” and make up. And she is not ugly ;-)

Not so long ago, when I was 21-22, one night I though to myself if I didn’t get a girlfriend and married her before I was 30, things would be WAY harder afterwards. How wrong I was.

Today I’m 25, and after all the “experience” I’ve gotten, I can’t wait for my 30’s. Girls in their 20’s would think I’m “mature and sophisticated” when in reality I would still be the same “childish wetback” I have always been.

It’s true I haven’t been in a “real” relationship in years, but on the other hand, who needs a “meaningful relationship” when you’re having this much fun? Right now I’m writing in a café and for about 1 ½ hours, I’ve been making eye contact with two girls.

One is kind of just in front of me. And the other is to my left. Both have curly hair, the one in front of me has light brown hair and the other dark brown. I find the one to my left more attractive because she has more of a “womanly” body. With the right curves at the right places ;-). I’ll have to wait and see what happens, maybe something will happen and I’ll be able to talk to one of them. I have a “special strategy” for this kind of situations ;-)

Oh, and just about 5 minutes ago I met a girl outside the restroom. She is not really my type, but I just did it to “test” some of my new material…and it worked wonders. Turns out the girl is from Texas and is here to study graphic design. I could have ask for her information, and I’m sure she would had given it to me. But I didn’t want to…you know, this was only a “test” for my new material.

Juang And TV

2009-08-29T22:37:00.001-07:00

I love to watch kid’s movies. “La Dama Y El Vagabundo” (The Lady And The Tramp) and “La Bella Y La Bestia” (The Beauty And The Beast) are my favorites.

I don’t know why, but ever since I was a kid I enjoyed watching these two movies instead of something more “mature” or “main steam”. However, I only like to watch them in Spanish.

I also love to watch documentaries and home improvement shows.

I love anything from Nova or the Discovery Channel. I also like shows like “This Old House” and “Honey, I Ruined The House”

Thanks to the last two, my apartment now looks way better. All my furniture now matches, and everything looks more “sophisticated”. I followed all the “rules” the girl from “Honey, I Ruined The House” mentioned.

Well, this turned out to be a short post.

See you all later.

PS. I hate shows like “American Idol” “Dancing With The Stars” “America’s Got Talent” “John & Kate Plus 8” “So You Think You Can Dance” and pretty much anything that’s considered “cool”.

How To Get Rid Of "Fear Of Rejection" From A Girl

2009-08-27T22:51:00.000-07:00

How To Get Rid Of "Fear Of Rejection" From A Girl

“Have you ever been waiting in line at the post office or in a café and suddenly a stunning hot girl comes and sits next to you? You think about talking to her, but you’re too afraid she will reject you and end up looking like a loser in front of everybody, and you end up not saying anything at all.

Are you familiar with that scenario?”

I got that quote out of David DeAngelo’s mail bag (well, kind of). If anyone knows anything about girls and attraction, that’s him. After reading his work, I realized my attitude was the only reason why I could never approach really hot girls.

I decided to write about this because someone, probably Chivas or some other loser, pm me about how I handled fear of rejection. I don’t know if it was legitimate question, however, I think it is a good topic to write something about. (but if you’re a real member, forget the “loser” comment I made)

Fear of rejection made me miss precious opportunities. Like 99% of the guys out there, every time I got an opportunity of talking to a good looking girl, things with me would change. My voice tone would change, my body language would change, and attitude would change. And the worst part was I didn’t even notice this.

I guess I was afraid of she being rude. One night after reading David D’s work, I started to wonder why I was afraid of rejection from a girl. After thinking for hours, I came to the conclusion there’s no reason to be afraid of rejection. If anything, I should be thankful a girl rejected me rudely.

Why am I talking non-sense? Well, just think about it. If you approach a girl and she is mean to you, that’s says more about her, than she wants the world to know.

Lets picture this:

You’re at the gym. You’re in the stretching area minding your business, and by chance this really hot girl in really short shorts starts doing her Yoga routine next to you.

You think she is cute, and her hot body is a bonus. Somehow you gather the nerve to talk to her even when you have never seen her before. You wait until she is in between exercises, you tap her shoulder and say (like I have done in so many times):

“------insert A-material line here-----” Looking into her eyes (that’s very important, girls like guys who can look into their eyes and not look away before she does)

She looks at you and has a blank expression on her face, as if you were crazy or some shit like that. After 2 or 3 seconds of awkward silence, she resumes her exercises without saying anything and you’re left there all by yourself.

In plain English, this is the worse way a girl could reject you, however, from then on, it is up to you to take the next step.

You could either say something like “I was just kidding” or “Don’t take it so seriously, don’t you have a sense of humor?” and maybe (and just maybe) she may smile at you. Chances are she is not going to say anything, and instead give you the “little princess” attitude. Another big chance in this situation is this girl has no sense of humor either.

Or you could forget about her and keep on doing what you were doing in the first place and thank God this “witch” rejected you the way she did.

Lets face it, there are some really pretty girls with a pretty fucked up attitude. I honestly doubt there’s a guy on earth who would want to be with a girl who has an attitude like that. At least I would not be near a girl who has a “little princess” attitude.

I have to admit there are guys who will stand a “witch” and her attitude as long as she is hot, however, in the long run, they will end up being miserable.

But where am I going with all this? I started talking about fear of rejection and now I’m talking about being miserable next to “witch”. Ay, ay ay!

The point here is:

If you get rejected meanly, you should be thankful. Chances are that girl, no matter how hot or how innocent she may look, is a little “witch”. And I don’t think you want to be next to that, or do you?

I think I covered the “being rejected meanly section”. And now I have to cover the “being rejected nicely” one.

When a girl is mean rejecting you, you can bet your balls she is a “witch”, but what do you when the girl rejects you nicely?

In this case, you’re dealing with a girl who has a good heart but for one reason or another is not attracted to you. This kind of girl is the one who gets wussy guys to stalk her because she is just too “nice” and can’t treat people like that.

In this case, you can do one out of two things:

1. Become her friend.

2. Keep on doing what you were doing

I say become her friend because, if she is hot, every time you talk to her, and manage to make her laugh, other girls around will look at what’s going on and think: “Mmmm. That girl is cute, and he is just an average guy. But she looks like she is having a good time. I wonder what’s with this guy, he seems interesting”

Or you can keep doing what you were doing. You don’t have to be friends with anyone you don’t want to be friends with. It is up to you, but you sure have to take advantage of everything you can; specially if after dropping your “A-material” line you get a giggle and after asking if she is single you get a big smile and an “Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m taken”.

But back to our main topic “fear of rejection”.

If you really want to get rid of “fear of rejection” then you will have to change the way you look at things.

Let’s break things down psychologically(ha ha, and you though I couldn’t spell big ass words) a little. You can only get “rejected”, when you “apply” for something you want, and it is someone else’s decision if you get it or not. Like when you “apply” for a job and it is the manager’s decision if you get the job or if you get “rejected”.

The same goes to this whole “talking to girls you don’t know” situations. Most guys approach a girl with a metal image similar to this:

“I’m going to talk to her, and maybe if she likes me, I could take her to the movies and start a healthy relationship”

See? It is like you’re applying for a boyfriend position or something. You are giving her the power to “reject” or “take” you.

In other words, you start to “build things up” ahead of time. That’s when you start to get sweaty palms, and little by little you become more nervous. Why? Because unconsciously you start to worry about her not liking you, and this “little image” in your head breaks down.

But if you manage to change that metal image to something like:

“She looks cute. I’m going to talk to her and find out if she is a witch or not”

“I like that girl. I wonder if she is the kind of girl I would like to be with. Lets give her a chance to show me what type of girl she is in the inside”

Things with you will change significantly. You’ll find out your confidence level will sky rocket. And girls LOVE a guy who has lots of confidence.

In conclusion, the best way to get rid of “fear of rejection” is to get rid of the whole “I’m applying for something I want to have” concept. Don’t assume a girl is the love of your life because she is “super hot” or “super cute and innocent”. Bewared, there are some pretty fucked up girls out there.

Excuse me if I sound like David DeAngelo, but the truth is that I’m one of his adepts, so I’m pretty much just repeating what I was taught.

Motorcycles And Sex Appeal (Friday Morning)

2009-08-25T09:10:00.000-07:00

It was a normal morning. I had done everything and I was getting ready to go to work. I went down the stairs and ran into this girl in my building. I saw her in the eyes, and I said "Hi" without giving her much attention. I run into her at least 2 or 3 times a week in the morning.

She is not my type. She is a little older, I say about 40. But on the other hand, she seems to take good care of her appearance and her body. However, I like girls around my age, 22-27.

I was on my bike (again, i think this bike is making me more appealing to girls). And I was about to put the helmet on, when she came out (like she usually does I think she was heading to the laundry room, which is at the other end of the parking lot).

I saw her, but I didn't give her much attention. And suddently she comes right to me and says, "I think you look very sexy in that motorcycle" (in Spanish of course) and without waiting for me to say anything, she kept walking.

It took me by surprise. And as she was walking away I said, "Thanks".

I'm not into her at all. But it is always good when someone comes and tells you they think you're sexy. I know you girls (yes, I know girls are reading this) are used to guys approaching you just to tell you how pretty you are. But for us guys, this is something out of reality.

Now, there's another twist to the story. This girl lives in the same appartment as this other girl who looks like a lesbian (and I mean big time lesbian). I've heard rummors that they are together, but I never really paid much attention to them. And everytime I ran into this girl, I would say "hi" and that's just about all I would say to her because I would be in a hurry to leave for work.

I though the rummors were true because a couple of times I saw the two girls walking their dog or getting home from the grocery store. However, I never saw the two of them in any compromising position.

Who knows, maybe David DeAngelo is right about girly lesbian women and their "prewiring". That's more factible because in my own personal opinion I think that "bi sexual" trend is just a bunch of people with a very low self esteem and who are confused as hell. Even when they appear thoug (sp?) and very secure.

Once I kind of dated this girl who in front of others, looked very strong and sure about herself, but once we closed the doors and started talking, she would turn into the human equivalent of a lost kitten in the middle of a busy street. I'm not saying she was a lesbian, and she wasn't. All I'm saying there's girls who act one way in front of the world, but when no one is watching, they turn into the complete opposite.

I'm not trying to offend anyone, but if you're offended by what I just said, well, that's just too bad. It's your fault for reading my blog fucker. ha ha ha.

Motorcycles And Sex Appeal (Thrusday Night)

2009-08-23T15:57:00.000-07:00

So back to the hot girl and motorcycle stories.

It all began last Thrusday night. I was leaving the gym and was getting my stuff ready to go back home. I got all things packed and got on my motorcycle but I hadn't put on my helmet, and suddently I see this girl walking and looking at my direction.

I had seen her before at the gym, very good looking. Looks white, her brown hair to the shoulders, about 5'2" or 5' 3". I say about 120 lbs.

The idea of talking to her had never crossed my mind because everytime I've seen her in the gym she was with a personal trainer. So I didn't even botter to think of a possible "situation" with her.

She was about 15 feet away from me, and thanks to my wonderful eyes, I couldn't distinghish clearly her eyes. So, just for the fun of practicing, I raised my eyebrowns and to my surprise, she smiled at me. But then turned quickly to the ground and basically all her body language changed, but she kept walking my way. You could clearly see she was nervous, I don't know why.

Maybe she though I was a "rapist" like dreammerhippie says, or maybe she was nervous because I'm just too sexy in my motorcycle, or maybe because she had never run into a guy, she didn't know, who looked at her from the distance and raised his eyebrowns in a friendly manner.

As I said before, her body language changed, as she kept getting closer, her steps became faster, but at the same time, shorter. She put her shoulders to the front, you know, she wasn't walking straight anymore. And she walked looking into the ground. And I was just looking at her. I don't know why, but I got the feeling she kind of wanted to look at me, but she didn't.

She was walking almost in front of me when another motorcycle came and tried to park, but she was blocking the way. The bike's motor didn't really make a lot of noise. So when she finally noticed what was going on, she kind of jump up. Kind of funny, so I just smiled.

She kept walking to her car, one of those new "beatles" you know, those cars for girls, with the bright flower in the dashboard and stuff. The car was in front, but to the side of my bike, about 15 feet or so away.

During all this, I was on my bike, but I hadn't turned it on at all. So she got to her car, and that's when I decided to give her a little taste of "motorcycle power". I normally pull the throutle(sp?) a little when I turn the bike on, but this time, I pulled it all the way.

The alarm in the truck next to me went off as well as the alarm in the girl's car. By this time I had put on my helmet, and nobody could see I was smiling.

The girl quickly took out the key for the car and turned off the alarm without looking at me.

I took off, but I was still inside the parking lot. And when I was passing in front of her car, I quickly made the change from 1st to 2nd gear, making the tires "squieak?" Anyways, you know, that laud noise, and the motor also sounded lauder. And the alarm in the car next to her went off as well.

I didn't know why (and I still dont know) but I was happy. Kind of fucked up, eh?

I guess I was very happy because for years I had been wanting to do just that, and just had the opportunity. In past I had some opportunities, but back then I had my gay scooter, and it didn't make any car's alarm go off.

Well, that incident occured Thrusday night. But the next morning things would get even more "weird".

...To be continued.

2009-08-22T20:52:00.000-07:00

Tonight I could be writting about lots of stuff that has happened in the recent days, however, I don't know what write about.

I know, I'm going to write about how America beat Cruz Azul 3-2. Pretty cool, eh?

Nah, I'm going to write about my bike, last week I bough a tire cleaner gel and a chrome restauration thing too. I used both of them last Saturday and they worked wonders. In fact the tired cleaner gel worked so well, it looks as if I had just applied it today, a week later. I don't think I will need to reaply it until next week.

Oh, and last night, S called me and asked if I still had my gasoline container, because his car had run out of it. So he came, but when he did, he said he had managed to put gas into his car with a 2 litter cola container. But asked me if I wanted to go with him to the Autozone to buy a gas container.

When we got there I started to look into the islans and found car wax. Bought it and put it on this afternoon.

I didn't get a chance to actually go out and fish with my shiny motorcycle tonight, because my Mom wanted me to put together some piece of furniture we bought about a week ago.

I spent more time trying to get the bolts out of the motorcycle, the ones that hold the seat into place, than actually cleaning the thing. However, the results were worth it. I'm going to take some pictures and post them later. Oh, and I also need to fix the seats, the leather is starting to rip apart.

Sorry, no girl-story this time, but some very interesting shit happened Thrusday night and Friday morning, both involving my motorcycle and girls.

I'm kind of tired, and I think I'm going to get sick.

If dreamerhippie is reading this "Chinga tu madre, pinche vieja aguada. Nadie me dice lo que puedo decir o no en mi pinche blog. Porque no mejor te buscas a alguien mas a quien chingar?". And if you're not dreammerhippie, but you know who she is, tell her what I said.

My Green Avatar

2009-08-20T09:24:00.000-07:00

We were going to go see an exhibition at the Los Angeles Central Library, but there was a change of plans and we ended up going to the Long Beach Aquarium of the Pacific.

After a long day of walking and seeing various fish (I have to admit, fish are not my favorite subject, but I accepted going because M, my friend's G girlfriend, had "witched" about not wanting to go the library to see the art exhibition at the last minute, and I didn't want to cause any conflict...thank god I don't have to deal with M's tantrums(sp?) everyday. She sure can act like a little girl if she feels like it)

Anyways, we were at the top of a little mountain and were sitting in a bench. I looked down and liked what I saw. I took the camera and snapped a picture.

You can see me, G and M. And at the botton right corner, you can see one of M's shoes. Pretty cool, eh? Anyways, here is the picture. At least I got something I really liked from this trip to the aquarium. You have to click the pic to see it full size

Missed Opportunity

2009-08-18T09:14:00.000-07:00

Monday, yesterday, I got to the gym and I was walking by when a stunningly hot girl (about 5' 6" 130lbs, long brown hair, and wearing some really short shorts anywhere from 20 to 26 years old; she looked white, but she could had been hispanic or some other race) walked by me.

I didn't notice she was behind me because I was playing with the MP3 player in my phone when all this happened. I had gotten out of the looker room and was heading to the running area of the gym.

I had never seen her before so I didn't know if she was all there by herself or maybe she was there with her friends or boyfriend.

I got distracted looking at her legs, I love girls with long legs, and suddently, 2 seconds later I realized this was the opportunity to talk to her. But before I could open my mouth, she is gone, walking really fast.

I didn't let this get to me. So I kept my routine as I normally do, however, for the first 15 minutes or so of my work out routine, I kept constantly running into her. No, I wasn't following her, it was just pure coincidence. And everytime we would run into each other, I would try to look into her eyes, but she would turn to the floor when she got close to me. Am I that ugly?

Eventually I finished running and went to the streaching section. And again, by pure coincidence, the only spot available, was the one next to her. I didn't give her much attention, but I knew if things went the way I wanted, I could give her one of my "standar" lines for this situation.

I was there streaching out, next, but not looking at her; thinking to myself "Orale pendeja, empieza con tus mamadas para empezarte a hablar". However, she never started with her "mamadas"

After about 5 minutes of streaching, I decided I had spent too much time waiting for her to do something that would give me "material" to work with. Plus, I was also done with my regular streaching.

I left, and even when I stayed at the gym for another 45 minutes, I didn't see her after that. I got home, and even when I had interracted with some other girls, that particular girl stayed in my mind.

After sleeping on it, I have come out with another "strategy" to talk to girls when they do a certain something she was doing. I guess this is what really being a "player" is all about. Look for new material that you will be able to use when any situation comes out.

I don't know if I'll see her again, but all I know, she gave me new material to work with. My "arsenal" is growing everyday ;-)

Test Posting Picutres

2009-08-15T21:28:00.000-07:00

That's me when I was about 6. I know I already knew this, but I forgot. Sorry bicochos

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Test 2

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J in The Cafe Part 2

2009-08-13T08:54:00.000-07:00

There I was, in a little table in a cafe. It was kind of empty since it was a Monday afternoon around. I was watching some videos in youtube and in front of me there was this brunette girl writing something in a piece of paper.

I couldn't see her face, but she looked cute from behind (if you know what I mean). Since the place was almost empty, I decided to try my A Material on her. I said "hey...".

To make a long story short, I was shot down just like any of you regular guys. This is not the first time that has happened to me, and it will surely not be the last. So I sat there for a couple of minutes. I decided to go to the bathroom to "retouch" my hair.

I came back and was about to sit down when I noticed this girl at the opposite side of the cafe was there looking at me. She had gotten in and sat while I was in the restroom. She was wearing black jeans and shirt. I looked at her and at first I didn't know who she was, but I smiled at her anyways. She smiled back, and I looked closer. It was the blonde girl who was suppost to be in another country for a "farm vacation" I could recognize that straight blonde hair anywhere.

I sat down, but only for a minute. Then I got up and went up to her. As I was walking, she was looking and smiling at me.

I said "This is not (3rd world country name here)"

And she said "I just came back"

It had been about 2 months since our first encounter.

I asked how things went. And she said it was fun, but she would not choose to live there her whole life.

I looked over my shoulder and the girl who had shot me down, was looking at us, interesting, eh?

Nothing new really happened there. Again, I just sat back and had fun with her. Once again she said I have a "strange humor".

This time however I did get her e-mail. She said she was going to fly back to C and she was again in LA just for that day since she was visiting her dad.

Dissapointing, eh?

It feels good to look good

2009-08-11T08:54:00.000-07:00

About a year ago I started to care a little more for my apparience. Why? I don't really know, I guess I started to have fun "going shoping" and stuff like that.

It all started about two summers ago when by chance I found at the Fallas Paredes (my old favorite store in Downtown) a pair of jeans that kind of look good. They were a little thigh around my butt, and they were a little baggy in the botton part of the legs, like cowboy jeans (of course, bad quality since I paid about $4 each).

At work they would make fun of me because they said I was wearing girl jeans because mine weren't like 4 sizes bigger and baggy to the point where you couldn't see my butt.

And one day we were doing a job over to an appartment building where the manager is gay. It was the first time I was there, and I can remember clearly what happened.

We showed up and I was wearing the cheap cowboy jeans and a white v neck shirt that was thigh to my body. The guy looked at me and smiled. I knew he liked what he had seen. Too bad for him I'm not gay. But it is always good to know someone thinks you look good.

Eventually the jeans wore off and had to get new ones, but by then I wanted something a little easier to find since apparently that find at the Fallas Paredes had been a "once-in-a-lifetime" thing. So I searched for jeans that would look something like that but were easier to find.

One day at the mall I found these Levi's Jeans 527 in special. I tried one on, and without thinking I got 3. All of different color, however, all of them were dark denim(sp?) since I think dark looks more sophisticated than lighter denim.

Some months went by, and I was at the clinic getting a HIV test wearing my beloved 527 jeans. The guy who took the test was gay and very well dressed (unlike the manager at the appartment building). I made a few jokes and managed to get a laugh out of him. And he then commented he loved my jeans, and I answered "Me too, they make my ass look great". He laughed again.

I was happy he had complemented my jeans because it actually means they look really good because he was very well dressed. He asked me where I've gotten them. I gave him the website where he could buy them for less and he thanked me.

By this time I had gotten the habit of shoping for specials in "fancy" stores (they might not be that fancy, but for a guy who had bough his clothing at the Fallas Paredes for most of his life, it was a big change) I started to visit stores like Aeropostale (sp?), Heritage, Forever 21, and Hollister. Of course, I would look for specials, I'm not going to pay $40 for a stupid shirt. Although some times I would buy something "expensive" if I really liked it, like this cool jacket.

So one day I finally took the offer my friend G had made some months before. I finally agreed to let him cut my hair. He works in a fancy salon in Beverly Hills, and I had not taken his invitation because I though he was going to make me get gayly hair cuts. When he was cutting my hair (all using the scissors, not the machine thing like they do in most $8 hair cut places) he mentioned I would look good in something called at fauxhack(sp?). So I went for it.

He then gave this new hair products I had never heard of. The first one was "Mess Up Osis+" by Schwarzkopf. That made my hair look dry, but I liked it because it was easy to use.

Some months went by again, by this time I was one of his "regulars", of course, he cuts my hair for free, I'm not going to pay $45 dollars for a haircut. And about 2 or 3 weeks ago he gave me this new hair product "G-Force Osis+", also by Schwarzkopf along with a "Bumble and bumble" tonic lotion. He said it would make my hair look better. At first when he put it on after cutting my hair I didnt like it, but he told me to just "give it a try" for a week.

The next day I was at the gym, and I had finished my work out and I had gotten dressed in the lockerroom. I was about to leave when I remember to spray the lotion, because he told me you have to use the gel only once every morning, and put the lotion every 6 or so hours to "reactivate" the gel. After quickly spraying the lotion into my hair, a guy who I hadn't noticed asked me what it was. I told him it was a hair lotion, he asked me if he could see it. I gave the bottle to him, and looked at it. By the way, the guy looked gay too.

He gave the bottle back and said my hair looked nice. And proceded to give me "that look" of "I like what I'm seeing", but I dont know if he was thinking of my hair or me. It doesn't really matter because it boosted my ego ever so high. As of today, I love my hair lotion and gel more than anything. Long gone are the days of where all my hair needs were met by a $5 La Bella hair gel, with the number 10 on it (extra super hold)

Just yesterday afternoon, when I was waiting for my friend to pick me up to get the scooter from the mechanic outside my building, a lady from apartment 38 came in, and told me she liked my shoes. I was wearing a pair of Ed Hardy tennis shoes. I have access to them, but I don't really like to use them because most of the ones I have have very bright graphics and look gay even when the guy who gives them to me says they are for men.

I just used them yesterday because it was really hot, and I didn't want to put my boots on. So, that's something also worth mentioning.

Thanks for taking the time to read this post, and if after reading all this, you think I'm a shallow douchebag, then fuck you, this is my blog and I can write the shit I want.

I'm not that shallow, it is just that now I like to wear a little more "fancy" stuff. I'm still your regular guy who gets his tacos at the "lonchera"

Ramdom Pensamientos etos etos

2009-08-09T20:27:00.000-07:00

I was born and raised in Mexico City's gettho. The gettho, something I want to run away from as far as I can, but I just can't.

I could be dinning in a fancy restaurant with a bunch of friends; having a good time, flirting with the waitress, getting a laugh, but I feel I don't deserve to live here.

Some nights I remember the rainy days in La Bondojito, of how I used to watch the rain drops fall and hit the ground and think the world was only my house and the school I used to go. Of how the next I would get to see Gabriela at school (the only blonde girl in the class). Back then I would not even consider the idea of talking to her even when she lived just around the corner and my grandmother was very good freinds with her Mom.

Back then I didn't know what the gettho was. Years later when I met my friend S, he would tell me my barrio Bondojito was one of the places witht he worse reputations in the whole city. Why was I born there? I don't know.

Right now I'm a cafe in an fancy area in Hollywood, writting in my laptop, sourounded by white people, oh wait, an asian looking guy just came in, oh, and there's a guy across the room who looks hispanic, but also looks a little gay. A gir with a pink shirt just walked by me, I looked at her, but she didn't look at me.

This cafe...the place where I have met countless girls. My favorite place to fish.

Anyways, I'm tired of writing. I'll see you later.

Strange Days

2009-08-08T12:45:00.000-07:00

Somedays things seem to fall in place without you making any effort. Why? That, I do not know.

There is this girl at the gym I really like, she looks asian and has the nicest legs I've ever seen. She normally wears short shorts, anyways, you get the picture.

The point here is that since I've been going to the gym I have been wanting to talk to her, but for some reason or another, the occasion never arrived. We were at opposite ends of the gym or when I was leaving, she was getting in.

But last Thrusday was different, very different. I had done my warm up and was getting ready to start running in the threadmil. I spotted one available and as I was approaching it, I noticed that right behind the one where I was there was this girl.

I looked at her in the eyes and she looked at me. She then turned away, but a second later turned to me again.

I got on the threadmil and started my routine. 20 or so minutes later the lady who was using the machine to my right left. 10 or 15 seconds later, I hear someone occupied it. It was that asian girl with the killer legs.

Fastfowarding how things went from there, I ended up making her laugh with some of my A material and I learned her name is S. Just like that.

I finish my routine and left the threadmil section without saying "bye" or anything.

I cooling down in the streaching out, and she walks by, I smiled at her and she smiled back. Right there I knew I could get her if I wanted to. But I didn't, I was still catching my breath.

Anyways, why am I writting all this? Well, I guess it is true what "El Alquimista" says about the universe and the things you really want.

Somedays I feel I should go back to my "literatu days" and start doing the kind of stuff I did before. But on the other hand, I never had sucess with girls (and I'm talking about the ugly ones like dreamerhippie and daffo) when I was a stupid guy writting poetry and reading relentlessly the works of Kafka and Joyce among many others.

In conclusion, being a bookworm will never get you the kind of girl you want, and being an asshole is the way to go.

J in The Cafe Part 1

2009-08-05T08:45:00.000-07:00

The other night I was in a cafe fishing. I was in a little table looking at the entrance when suddently a blond girl came in. She had a big back pack. Looked at me and quickly turned away. Kept walking fast to the counter to ask for whatever she was going to drink.

Some minutes went by and I decided to get up and go to the restroom. I was waiting outside the door because someone was in, and the door opened and it was the girl that had come in and looked at me.

As she was leaving, I said "Hey, your fly is open". She turned around smiled and looked down. And in fact her fly was opened. I was surpriced too because that's a standar line I use, and I didn't even look at her fly.

"Thanks, I always forget to pull it up". She replied.

That's when I decided to use my A material on her. I said...yeah, right like I'm going to give out my A material just for free. Lets just say I made her laugh and we got into a little conversation outside the bathroom when I interrumpted her by saying "I don't really have time to stay here and listen to your life story, but I have to pee".

She smiled and I said I would catch with her later. I got out of the bathroom and directed myself to my seat. She was seating near where I was, but when I walked by her, she didn't look at me, and I didn't look at her (directly) I was looking at her throug the reflection of the glass door (pretty smart, eh? :-))

About an hour went by. I was just doing my stuff (mostly chatting at the DAP chatroom and being an ass to Daffo) when I got up and went up to her. I sat in the empty seat next to her.

I could feel all the guys look at me. She is a good looking blonde girl with grey-blueish eyes and an ok figure. So she was the center of attention for most guys in the place at the time.

I said "Hi"

She turned around and looked at me and smiled.

Turned out she was leaving for another country the next day for a "working in a farm from a 3rd world country vacations" and she was in LA only for that day because she was visiting her dad who lives here before leaving. (She is from a state whose name starts with a C).

We talked for a while and I made her laugh with my C&F (as David DeAngelo calls it). She said I had a "strange humor".

Since she was leaving for another country, I didn't even bother to ask for her info as I normally do. I just sat back and had fun.

I said bye to her thinking it would be years before I would see her again (if I ever did). Boy was I wrong. ;-)

...To Be Continued.

AM and the Colombian Festival.

2009-07-19T19:00:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago I was dragged to the Colombian Festival here in LA. I had never seen so many HOT girls in one single place who were not paid models (tacate, metro pcs, and from companies like that)

I went because I had spent the night at my friend's G house, and his girlfriend M was invited to the festival by her friend AM who is from Colombia. (hot girl I may add)

It was hot as hell! I would say it was about 90 degrees at the festival. Lots of "empanadas" and stuff I didn't know anything about.

As I usually do, I would "dissapear" from the group and would walk by myself from time to time just to come back to the group later.

During the first time I "got lost" I ended up sitting in a bech under the shade of a tree. And suddently I see "My group" in front of me, about 20 or 25 feet away. They were talking to a guy who was trying to sell them cable service or something.

That's when I noticed AM was looking at me. We looked into our eyes, and she turned away, but to turn back at me 2 seconds later.

She is a very friendly and hot girl, sadly she is not my type, so I didn't really make any conversation with her the whole time we were at the the festival. She would ask me if I wanted something to drink, and I would say "no"

So we left the festival at around 3pm. My friend G has a small car, so there were 5 people in it, his girlfriend was driving, and he was in the front seat. I was in the back seat, behind the driver, AM was sitting in the middle and another friend J was next to AM.

We had gotten just in the freeway back to LA when I noticed AM was very sleepy, I had my right arm streached out, kind of behing her head.

And I noticed she just let her head all the way back into my arm and closed her eyes. So I did the right thing, and whenever we would hit a bump in the road, I would move my arm a little, just to shake her head up and kind of wake her. I did it two times, and the second time, she woke up completely and looked at me, I smiled, and she smiled back.

I asked "Are you sleepy?" and she replied "yes".

And I said "come on, sleep" (all this in spanish)

With my right arm, I glently guided her head to my chest and she didn't put any fight. She slept for the rest of the trip cluddling(sp?) with me.

She has long black hair, and since we were driving with the windows all the way down (no AC) it got all over her face. From time to time I would get it off her face and try to put it behind her ears. She would kind of half smile everytime I did it.

Suddently my friend G turned around and saw how I was holding her, smilled and gave me the "hi 5" sign. I just smiled. Then her g/f turned around quickly, and then went back to the road, but just to turn arond again, as if she didn't believe what was going on in the back seat. Turn to the road once again and looked at me from the rear view mirror. Her expression was very serious as if she didn't like what we were doing.

We got home, and we all went our separate way, AM woke up, and I left the car. We all said good bye and etc etc. As I was walking to my door, I started thinking about that genious David De Angelo. He is the one who taught me that sometimes girls will like you if you ignore them or are just a little rude.

Anyways, I honestly don't want to see AM again if she is awake. But I would surely like to see her if she is asleep the whole time she is with me. :-)

The Indian Guy & My Stone

2009-07-08T21:08:00.000-07:00

I have so many things to say, but somehow I can't remember any of them now I have the time to write about them.

OH, I know what to write about. I'm going to write that Indian guy who showed up at work a couple of weeks ago.

I think it was a Tuesday or a Wednesday, I dont remember exactly, but it was either one of those days. I was in the back of the shop working in a refrigerator when I heard someone comming into the store. I went to the front who it was.

He wasn't very tall, about my same height, 5' 7", dark complexiton, a little chubby, I say anywhere from 160-170 lbs. He had a very thick accent, I have an accent when talking in English, but his was much more thicker, to the point I had to ask him to repeat everything he said.

After all language barries had been overcome, he told me to grab a piece of paper. He tore it apart from a bigger sheat, wrote something in it, and folded. He told me to close my hand and then he made a small prayer to my fist. He then took another piece of paper, wrote a something in it, turned it around.

He told me to tell him a number, and added that if the number he had written in the back of the paper and the one I was about to tell him matched, it meant he was able to tell me my past, present and future.

I though about it, and I decided to choose one of the numbers I normaly wouldn't pick, and since I'm a soccer fan I always pick the numbers that Ive used in my jerseys (21, 10, and 9).

Went ahead and picked 3. He smiled at me, and showed me the back of the paper (the paper had been in my sight the whole time to make sure I wasn't going to think he wore in it after I told him the number)

To my astonishment in the back of the paper was a number 3.

I asked him what was the prayer he made about. He answered it was a prayer for my good luck. He then proceeded to tell me I was a nice guy with a good heart.

To make a long story short, he did some tricks and told me stuff about my present. Then asked me if I wanted him to tell me my future. I told him i didnt want to know it because if I did, I was going to be fearful if any bad stuff was going to happen.

He said it was ok, and then gave a stone. He siad that that was "my stone" and I should carry it with me all the time because it was going to take care of me.

So for a couple of weeks I kept that stone in my pant's pocket, but I lost it last Saturday night when I went to a party to celebrate the 4th of July. I think it is in the pocket of my pants, but Ive forgotten to check.

Anyways, the guy left. But the next day, when I got to work my coworkers told me the guy from the day before had come back and asked to talk to me. Apparently he had something to tell me. Coincidentally that same day I came in to work late because I had to go to the bank to make a deposit and get gas before heading to work.

I wonder if it was my destiny to never know what the guy wanted to tell me.

Remi

2009-06-30T09:26:00.001-07:00

Por el campo voy

Al amanecer

Cuando el sol despierta y resplandece

y su tibio calor

me despierta el anhelo de una vida

limpia y sana

Sube la montana caminante

Lucha con valor a cada instante

Porque el sol que infunde valor

te dara su fuerza y calor

Caminemos siempre adelante

Lucha por vivir y no te cances

Porque el sol que infunde valor

Te dara

Su fuerza caminante.

Barco Azul

2009-06-30T09:14:00.000-07:00

Mi voz

desafina suena ya

Y mi guitarra la acompana.

En este viejo barco azul.

Donde cantare un blues.

Venimos,

a esta vida un momento

A ser parte de una historia

Que dios escribio en el cielo

y en donde el fin no lo sabremos

En este viejo barco azul.

Me voy,

pues la muerte vino a verme.

Y yo tambien la afrontare.

Si yo se que pecado

y que al infierno quiza me ire

En este viejo barco azul

Donde cantare mi blues.

Mis notas,

ya suenan tan inquietas

como queriendo ya gritar

Y mi corazon no late

En este viejo barco azul

Donde el viento vuela y fuma

Tambien da huesos sin sabor

Y solamente digo adios

una lagrima veo en tus ojos

Espero que sea por amor

y no por latima o falsedad

Por compromiso

hipocrecia

Pues yo te dejo mi cancion

Solamente digo adios

En este viejo barco azul.

Solamente digo adios

Sad News

2009-06-18T09:13:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago my friend CH had his birthday party. It was something small and nothing really to brag about. We were talking about music and sudently I asked him if it was true that Charly Montana, singer from various bands as Vago & Mara, was dead. He said no. And added that R had in fact had passed away.

It was a shocker to me. I had known R since I was 13 and we were close friends for a period of time (10th-12th grade in high school). After graduation I never talked to him because, well, I don't know why. I met Heather and just got into her for over a year, and that's when I pretty much cut myself from all of my friends from high school. But by 20 I was back in our "friend scene", but I discovered that some, including R, had dissapeared too aroud the same time I did.

Back in 2005 when me and CH got together with So and Di to go to Six Flags, Di brough out that R once showed up at the place where she worked at the time (a clothing store in Downtown LA). She told us that he looked like a homeless guy, dirty and smelly. I never got to see with my own two eyes if R was in such condition.

Back at CH's birthday party, I asked him what had been the cause of his death. He just answered it was a "heart attack". Then he proceded to aske me if I remember the scar he had in his chest. I had completely forgotten about that scar until that second.

He then added that on top of his heart condition he had been doing hardcore drugs for some years prior to his death. CH commented seeing him near Burlington & 7th at 2am or so very "happy" many times back when CH worked in the lunch truck.

This all happened in June 2009, but aparently he had been dead for about a year, and my friend CH only knew of this since March 2009 through some mutual friends.

R was a good friend, funny and very smart. I remember back in the 8th grade he agreed to "exchange" my FIFA 97 Sega Genesis game for his Nintendo 64 game (the whole thing, with controls and all) for a week. I guess he trusted me that much.

Anyways, he is gone, and I guess it was better for him than to keep "rolling" all over the Westlake District in LA in such condition.

RIP: R. Roldan (1984-2008). Good friend and protagonist of many, many funny and interesting anecdotodes that I will write later.

2009-05-30T17:09:00.001-07:00

I am going to paint my appartment :-)

I'm So Smart

2009-05-27T20:44:00.000-07:00

So I fixed my bike using a piece of paper and white kalkin...yey! I'll post a picture of my work once I have time or remember to bring the camera to the parking lot.

One Girl I Met

2009-05-24T21:41:00.000-07:00

Last night I went to a "kids" party. If you are familiar with the Mexican culture and traditions that actually means that after 9pm the "kids" party turns into a "grown up" party.

So I'm there just checking who comes to the "kids" party. As usual, lots of girls showed up with their "sexy" outfits. And after 8pm I started to "socialize" around.

I just walked up to them and asked "were you invited or did you just sneak in?"...get a laugh or two out of them and then leave. Come back later and asked how it was going etc etc and leave again.

But then I saw this really cute girl who looked "white" and just how I like them: fair skin with dark eyes and hair. It turned out the the girl was hispanic, but just look like that.

Me and others were inside this little cool room that used to be a garage and I was talking to other two girls. I turn to my left and I see her turning down a guy who asked her to dance one of them "rachera" songs.

Strangely our eyes met and we didn't break eye contact for 7 seconds (yes, i count that kind of shit) I asked why she didn't want to dance, and she said she didn't know how. Then I commented "Neither do I". She laughed. And asked me if I wanted to dance.

I took her hand and directed ourselves to the dance floor (the house's backyard). I don't remember what song it was but we started to dance, and she got really close to me, I mean her whole body and shit. I was starting to get a you know what you know where. ;-)

After a few minutes of "dancing" I told her to her ear "Don't get too close, we are starting to know each other" To that she broke in laughter.

We had not talked at all before dancing. But we had held eye contact. It was weird. She got even closer to me after that. She was moving way too fast and I told her to slow down because she was making a fool out of herself. She laughed again.

The song ended and we went back to the "cool room garage" thing. There she met the guy who she had turned down. Eventually she would tell me he was her boyfriend.

But strangely through out the night we would get "close"

Example, I would be in the sofa all by myself and with arms streached and she would sit next to me and would not ask me to move my hand or anything.

It turns out she knows how to speak lots of languages, and of course, I came back with the two phrases I know how to say in French (very good, and talk to me please) Whe she said she knew Russian I told her the one word I know how to pronunce "pussy" She didn't know what it meant, and asked me, and of course, I didn't tell her what it means.

It was an strange night because we would meet eyes from across the room even when she was talking to her boyfriend.

I don't know if I'll she her again, but something tells me I will.

2009-05-24T13:22:00.001-07:00

I just woke up after a long party last night where I met lots of girls, but one in particular got my attention. :-)

2009-05-17T09:36:00.001-07:00

Look I can now post stuff to my blogg from my phone....how cool is that?

Something I Just Realized

2009-05-08T09:08:00.001-07:00

Some days I feel strong as a buffalo

Something Funny/Weird At The Taco Place

2009-04-01T21:52:00.000-07:00

There's this place in LA where we pretty much go for lunch at work. It is located at..(ha ha, did you really think I was going to tell you where I get my tacos?)

Anyways, a couple of days ago we went there, found out that in the television in the sitting area where usually the "Canal 22" is on, now there's a children's DVD playing. A Bug's Life to be exact. Now, this was on Tuesday, but since Friday that DVD had been there because that time I got to see the end of it.

We decided to take a sit on the other corner where we usualy sit because "our table" was being occupied. I noticed that in the table next to us there are some plates, as if someone was going to come back for them.

I was watching the movie when I see the restaurant owner's daughter and her friend and sit in the table next to us.

Our tacos come and I realized they didn't put "salsa roja" on my tacos. (yes, I love salsa roja that much) So I got up and went to the salad bar for salsa roja. The girl is talking to her friend and I honestly didnt give her much attention. When I come back from the salad bar I realized she is on my way to get back to my sit.

I told her "compermiso" yes, in spanish, I'm THAT mexican

and without turning to me she just moves away and I say "thank you". All this happened with her facing her table.

So, we are eating our tacos and watching the movie (yes, I like kids movies, so what? :-P) And I noticed them, the girl and her friend getting up and preparing to leave. Then the girl takes out a little can thing with "altoids" on it gives them to her friend.

And then all of a sudden and without any warning, she turns around (all the way, at this point she was giving me her back) and asks me if I wanted one.

I looked straight into her eyes and I responded I didn't want just one, I wanted them all.

She just laughed and told me I could get two or three or as much as I wanted.

So I took her word and then asked my companion if he wanted one, and he said "yes".

We say "Thank You" and she leaves without saying anything else. Weird, eh? I know.

Now don't get me wrong...I didn't want to talk to this girl or anything. She did it all by herself. Even when I had seen her before in the restaurant, I had never pay her any attention, or was thinking of. She is a little young...I don't really know her age, but going by looks, I say she is about 15-17.

NO I'M NOT A PEDO or anything. This is something that happened on its own.

Well, this was another interesting thing that happened to me

To My Readers

2009-03-31T09:31:00.001-07:00

You fuckers, post a comment or shit. Yes, I'm talking to you. I bet you're now reading this and smiling thinking I'm a loser.

Well, fuck you. See. I can tell you "fuck you" and you're still reading the shit I write.

In conclusion, write a comment or go fuck yourself.

Another Ride

2009-02-22T20:45:00.000-08:00

My brother came home late today. And when he was leaving he asked me where I was heading to (I was getting ready to go out too) and when I told him where, he asked if I could give him a ride to the Metro station.

I said "no" because the last time I gave him a ride, I had a hellish ride back home. He just smile and said "ok"

I know he is ok with it because once I asked him if he wanted a ride, and he said "no". So now we are even.

Something I Never Though Would Happen

2009-02-07T23:20:00.001-08:00

And Daniel and Isabal speak english...they sound so weird.

Me Myself and Daniel.

2009-01-31T13:04:00.000-08:00

I finally was able to stop the oil leakage from my big bike and fix the break lights on the moped. The oil thing was fixed with some simple "nut sealer" and the break light problem was fixed with magic comming out of my hands.

No seriouly, the only thing I did was to take out the lightbulb and put it back...and bam...it worked. And I did it all this morning...good thing last night I went to bed early. Yes, I was texting with a friend and listening to music, but hey, when I woke up I was fresh like a lettuse (sp?)

As I was cleaing the chromes in the big bike I was thinking of Daniel. No, that's not the name of my secret gay lover or anything. He is a character I created back when I wrote lots and did nothing but write. He was everything I wanted to be. He was good with girls and drove a bad ass motorcycle. Coincidentaly, he was also a HVAC technician....I wonder why ;-). He took shit from noone, but wasn't looking for trouble.

It has been almost 4 years since Daniel meet Isabel and they fell in love. Its been almost 4 years since they rode in the rain and knew they were made for each other.

Now things have changed a lot. The person that created Daniel doesn't exist anymore. Daniel is nothing more than ink in a piece of paper somewhere in my closet.

Now I'm Daniel, and Isabel has remained nameless.

One Ride To Forget.

2009-01-17T15:37:00.001-08:00

Wednesday night I got home thinking I would spend the night like I usually do Wednesday nights...hanging out in a loca cafe.

But when I got home I noticed that my brother has come to "visit". After saying hi I asked him if he could help me take out an old piece of funiture that had been right outside our apartment door. He agree and we took it out. It was easy because it was really light.

After that he asked me if I could give him a ride to the next Metro station, the one in Beverly & Vermont. I said "ok" but told him that I needed to take a shower first.

So he ate something while I was showering.

I finally got ready, and told him to get everything together because we were leaving. So we got onto the bike and when we passed the metro station he told me thank you...thinking I was about to stop.

I wasn't gonna let my brother ride the metro at night. I decided to just take him home.

He lives in an uglly ass place near the interction of the 110 & 10 fwys. So we got there without a problem.
After saying "bye" he told me how to get back home (yes, the streets are very confusing in that area too...ideal to get lost)

I left thinking it would be minutes before I got home.
Everething was going well. I turned left when I got to "Hoover" and went stright up. Just after I passed "Venice" I saw an SUV flying by me.

Normally I don't do things like this, but hey, I wasn't gonna let an SUV just do that and do nothing. So I accerated (sp?) trying to catch it.

After a few momments I noticed something was happening to the bike...like it lost power.
So I had to make an "emergency landing" to my right at Hoover & Alvarado Terrace. just after I turned right the motor died, but I managed to find a "safe" parking spot.

I was there cursing in Spanish at the bike "Hija de tu puta madre...chingas a toda tu madre...vete a la chingada pinche moto mierda" I think the helmet's visor fogged up because I didnt lift it.

After 3 attempts of starting the bike, it finally gave in and the motor came back to life...but it sounded weird...like it was burning gas faster than it normally does even when it was on the "neutral" position.

I went for it. I couln't get back to Hoover because of the way the streets meet in the. So I had to get on Alvarado instead. As I was getting closer to the Alvarado & Pico intersection, I was thinking the worse had passed.

I was about to turned left on Pico when all of a sudden the bike died again in the middle of traffic. I tried to started 5 times and all of them failed. I had to wait until all traffic was gone so I could "pull" myself to the safety of a parking lot on Pico, where the "Grand Burrito" is.

Something told me to check the gas tank and I noticed it was almost empty. Since the bike doesnt have a "full meter" I didn't know the thing was empty, well, I kind of knew, but I'm still learning just when to put gas on it.

I waited about 5 minutes there and called a friend and asked him to bring me some gas...and he reply he didn't have the little thing where you carry gas on. So I'm stuck.

We hanged up and I decide to give it another try and the think started again, and the stupid carbuteror was burning gas as usual. Not too quickly like it previously did.

So I take off again on Alvarado and this time I was able to turned left on Pico because I had a green light and there was no oncomming traffic. I just turned left and noticed there's a police car just behind me. At this point I'm going at about 25 mph and the bike is making all these weird noises. I couldn't go faster because if you go faster you use more gasoline...and I didnt have "that much"

As I was getting ready to hear the poice siren go off, I noticed the just manouvered around me and left. I was so relieved.

I got to Pico and & Vermont and I turned left into the parking lot of an Autozone. There the bike died once again.

I didnt' swear this time. I just got out and went into the Autozone in search of one of those little tanks where you carry gasoline in.

Here my luck started to change.

I talked to the employee. and he showed me where they had them. They only had one more of those "1 gallon" tanks. And I got to buy it...the only thing they had beside that were the "5 gallon" ones...too big to fit in my back pack. I bought it and went to the gas station across the street from the Autozone.

The lady looked at me weird and I said "One dollar on 10" And then she look at where the car was suppost to be parked. I just looked at her and said "it is an invisible car" She smiled and I left

I got the gas into the bike and then it started as if nothing had happened. I took off and up on Vermont all the way to Beverly and made a left turn.

When I was waiting in a red light a car got next to me and and the girl that was in there just kept looking my way...as if impressed by the bike...she wouldn't blink.

That always gets my spirit up. I made the 2 fingers "V" sign and she was motionless. I left and suddently I was happy...I know she was looking at the bike, but hey, that's why I got it.

I got home one hour later than I had planned and decided to just stay there and log into the DAP chatroom. Recently I've became addicted to it...since the December vacations I took, I've been logging in constantly. It is fun, safe, and you can make fun of dorks in there.

About My Profile Pic

2009-01-12T23:26:00.001-08:00

That's me and a friend inside the men's restroom in the Kodak Theater here in Hollywood.

I'm the one with the arms streched out shouting, "I'm King of the World".

Very funny experiences. Stupid, but very pleasent to remember. A thrid friend was there too, he took the pic.

To think of it, that has been the last time all of us 3 were together, August 28, 2007. After that the friend that is next to me, moved in with his girlfriend and now doesn't really go out anymore. And the friend that took the picture, travels from one place to another inside the country, you know, business trips.

We're still in touch, but mainly bye phone calls and text messages.

Sunset Junction & Sandra

2009-01-10T18:40:00.000-08:00

Today I went to "el pollo loco" in the Sunset Junction with my family, and for some strange reason I remember Sandra and the little "thing" we had a little more than a year ago.

I remember the time her boyfriend almost caugh me with her and how I had to "scape" from her house. Two days later I would find out that the car that was pulling into the driway as I was leaving was that of her "boyfriend". I'm just glad it is a big ass driveway.

The next time I saw her, she told me the earings she was wearing were a gift from him. They were small and in the shape of eyes. "He told me that with these, he will be able to see everything I do", she said with a smirk in her round face. Apparently the guy didn't eat up completely the excuses for her long absences after dropping her in her house after their date on the weekends. He had her in the morning-afternoon. I had her at night ;-)

Then I told her she needed to take them off or else he will know what was really going on between us, and she would lose "Mr. NiceGuy". She just smiled.

Even when we only saw each other for about 3 months since that day I met her in the laundromat, I had lots of fun with her. We would walk holding hands down Hollywood & Vine all the way to Hollywood & Highland and back to where I had parked the motorcycle. Anyone that saw us would have said we were "just a regular couple". Sometimes I would just put my arm around her because "it was cool and I didn't want her to get a cold", and she would smile when hearing my excuse, but would not complain about me holding her.

I always think of her when I pass the places where we were together, like that little park in the corner of Franklin & Sycamore in the heart of Hollywood, where we made up and stayed until 12:00am, when the sprinklers started to pour water and she just took off like a cat that runs from water. I had to picked the two helmets up and run after her. It was fun to be soaking wet and be with her, laughing at our own stupidities. Last time I passed by that park, there were 3 "winos" having lunch in the same bench where we sat and where I rested my head in her lap.

Even though (sp?) she is younger than me, I learned lots from her. At the time she was either 18 or 19, I forgot, but I was 23. Now I'm turning 25 in a couple of months, and I wonder if she thinks of me when she sees guys in motorcycles. Once she told me she saw a guy in bike like mine, and she waved at him thinking it was me.

Now I remember why I though of her when I was at the Sunset Junction, because once I took her to the "Casbah" cafe in the corner of Sunset & Hyperion!! We ordered two hot chocolates that night because it was cool outside and neither of us drinks coffee.

I wonder if she ever went back to Sonora, Mexico. She said she would go back before her visa expired. I wonder if her boyfriend cried when she said she was leaving. Once she confessed me she was with him because she was trying to forget "the love of her life" back in Sonora. That kind of confused me because if she was with this guy because she was trying to forget that other dude, then why was she with me? I didn't let that confussion show up in my face, but it did leave me speechless for a minute. I think that "speechless moment" gave away the fact that I was confused after all.

I think she was with me because I made her laugh from day 1, and one thing led(sp?) to another. You know about that kind of chemistry there is between two people when their eyes meet and one of them smiles and the other smiles back, that was the kind of thing we had. (but there were a lot more body parts involved in this thing we had ;-) )

About a month after we had "broken up", I found her in the bus. I was sitting in the back and the bus was heading south on Vermont. When we got to the Vermont & Santa Monica stop I saw her get in the bus, and even when she was looking at my direction, she didn't recognized me. So I got up and went to up to her.

She was wearing make up, something she had never done since I had known her. I asked her where she was going. She answered she was going to her house and then asked me why I was riding the bus and not my bike.

"To see who I will find in my way", I responded. She smiled. I proceded to ask where she was going looking so hot.

She said she had gotten a new job as a waitress in some fancy ass club somewhere. And I asked her how she got the job. Apparently her boyfriend's mom worked there, and there had been an opening.

We got to our stop and we both got down from the bus. I was about to ask her something else, but it started to rain...and she said "ok, I'll see you later" and started to run to her house. I just said bye and kept walking at a regular pace. And from far I noticed she does look kind like a cat that runs away from water. I wonder if she takes showers daily. I think she does because she smells like soap, and just a bit of perfume. May be she is just afraid from rain.

Anyways, who cares? She is gone from my life and she is nothing more than an interesting event in my life (and I still have lots more to say about the stuff that happened between us during that 3 month period of time) .

This thing somehow got to be a really long ass post. Maybe this is why bloggs exist, to tell the world the stuff we have to say.

Stupid Motorcycle

2009-01-09T08:46:00.000-08:00

Last night when I was riding back home I realized that the food peg was loose. The one that's on the left side, where the "transmission lever" is. And now it feels weird to ride it.

When I parked the bike, I inspected it, and it appears that none of the screws is loose or anything, but before the thing didn't move, and now it does.

Its early and I will give another inspection to the matter before I leave for work. Oh....and I still need to figure out how to check the oil on this thing. It looks more complicated that my good old little scooter, where I could just basically check the oil by sticking my finger in the little hole. (and no. I'm not talking about that hole)

Juego

2009-01-08T09:51:00.001-08:00

Tengo manita no tengo manita porque la tengo desconchavadita.

hey. I forgot I had this thing

2009-01-08T09:46:00.000-08:00

I discovered I have gotten one of these. I wonder if anyone will ever read it.