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.

I am going to paint my appartment :-)

I'm So Smart

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.