Strange Days

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Si

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

Solamente digo adios

Solamente digo adios

Solamente digo adios

Sad News

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.