Ok, after those first couple of days being bored as hell I had my drum class, moving on with the song Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. It is coming out fantastic. It'll be my first official song that I learn complete on drums, and also sang =)
Next couple of days I've been cleaning my room and sewing, along with fantastic music. Took out some old T's, threw away some and redesigned others; made a bag, redesigned 2 T's into something more chick. I felt great. I haven't sewn that much since... a really long time. I've got some nice projects in my head. Speaking of... I may have been offered a job, still not official, I have to speak with this woman as soon as I get my schedule from the university and see what days I can work. I'd be making ballet costumes! Theatre... something I wanted to specialize on.
Uuuuuuu, last night, or more likely dawn, at around 2:40AM there was an earthquake here, registered at 6.5 and origin was Oaxaca. Scared the crap out of me, I was talking with someone about s-e-x and bam! My desk, doors and what not start moving around all retarded, and no, I wasn't high or anything. I think twice if I should go to my parents bedroom because let me say, I am also scared shitless of walking up their room and listening how they get their freak on (It's happened twice with me already, wouldn't want another one of those). So, I get to wake up my dad (thank god!) and I tell him there's an earthquake, he feels it for about 3 seconds and he says it's gone, right then and there my mom wakes up -What's wrong? What's happening?- Which I reply -There was an earthquake ma, but you go back to sleep, it's gone already- It was funny after that. She takes ages to wake up. I have to scream so that she can hear something.
Been working on my "other" blog... nothing interesting, really, the question of the new entry was: Why do we feel the need of imagining our future with someone?
Quite interesting why I thought of that, I was talking to a friend and was telling me "...Oh, imagine us together..." and that got me thinking, if we keep thinking of our future with someone else we will soon forget who we really are, today, now, PRESENT! We can't forget who we are now because then, you won't be present for those that need you. It's not healthy. You're just preparing you're self for an even bigger fall and you don't even know if that person will be there to catch you or not.
If you think about it well, it's a win win situation, you think less of the future, you move on with this person and you'll be surprised all the time of how things are turning out Or, you think less of the future, the relationship fails, but you don't get hurt or as disappointed for something that wasn't gonna work anyways.
In either way, you move on. This was just something I've learned not to do anymore because in my past relationship I was greatly disappointed, hurt, ashamed and abandoned.
So... most recent event? My great dane, Malik, has his stomach turned over again. Back to the hospital. I don't know how this will affect my vacations now... let alone that, more likely, when I'd be coming back or now with whom... it may be just me for now on. Me with me, no one else. Hmmmm, this sounds like INDEPENDENCE! score!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Missing.
Since wednesday (though, my last post say's thursday because I posted pretty late) has been rather interesting... In what way? In the way that I've never wanted a friend to leave the country for vacations.
And it does make sense, because:
1. We bond
2. We have loads of fun in what ever we do
3. Interesting conversations
4. New experiences
5. We forget about the bad things when together
6. There's always laughter
And many more, but those are the main things.
Today I didn't go to parkour... I've never felt so exhausted, but a good exhaustion, it was an exhaustion of a full week, full events. The other reason why I didn't go was because there was no more gas in my car (bummer).
Susana came over to my house today to tell me her more or less plans in life. She doesn't know anymore if she should study to be a doctor or choose something else, maybe Law.
Also, she was telling me how she is in contact with others with out physically talking to them or even by phone, she would just dream about those people and she'd know that something was up with them.
She wants to learn how to heal people with just her hands.
I miss having these conversations with her, about people and spirituality and how easily I can open myself up to her without worrying what she would think or criticize. She probably with the only girl that I can actually talk to without getting bored of what she has to say.
Been writing in my other blog for my book. Things about love, humans and philosophy. I'd like to write more about death, such a great subject and so much to talk about but I can't seem to get enough inspiration for it. I need to talk to more people about it, I guess.
Sorry for such a brief blog... nothing extraordinary did happen. Maybe just that I almost fucked up my knee by doing a cat leap and not checking before if the rocks where loose... yep, a HUGE rock fell on my knee.
Other than that, still trying to keep a solid balance in my life. All going good.
...Toddles!
And it does make sense, because:
1. We bond
2. We have loads of fun in what ever we do
3. Interesting conversations
4. New experiences
5. We forget about the bad things when together
6. There's always laughter
And many more, but those are the main things.
Today I didn't go to parkour... I've never felt so exhausted, but a good exhaustion, it was an exhaustion of a full week, full events. The other reason why I didn't go was because there was no more gas in my car (bummer).
Susana came over to my house today to tell me her more or less plans in life. She doesn't know anymore if she should study to be a doctor or choose something else, maybe Law.
Also, she was telling me how she is in contact with others with out physically talking to them or even by phone, she would just dream about those people and she'd know that something was up with them.
She wants to learn how to heal people with just her hands.
I miss having these conversations with her, about people and spirituality and how easily I can open myself up to her without worrying what she would think or criticize. She probably with the only girl that I can actually talk to without getting bored of what she has to say.
Been writing in my other blog for my book. Things about love, humans and philosophy. I'd like to write more about death, such a great subject and so much to talk about but I can't seem to get enough inspiration for it. I need to talk to more people about it, I guess.
Sorry for such a brief blog... nothing extraordinary did happen. Maybe just that I almost fucked up my knee by doing a cat leap and not checking before if the rocks where loose... yep, a HUGE rock fell on my knee.
Other than that, still trying to keep a solid balance in my life. All going good.
...Toddles!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tatuaje "La Riqueza"
Size: 5"1/2x52
Total time: 2hrs 17mins
Drink: Port Wine
Hardly any veins visible. There's a nice shine to the leaf, dark. Sends out smells of wood and it has a loose draw.
Pre-light: Hint's of tabacco, nuance and spice -pepper-.
Has a very loose draw, too light for my taste and I feel the cigar a tad dry. Might have to season my humidor. It's time.
1/3
Pepper and wood -I'm guessing cedar- power the cigar as an entry -too strong for a start- and I can perseve a tad of leather.
Nuance kicks in once in a while to mild out the pepper and wood.
Ash didn't even last an inch. Blast! The cigar was dry at the tip.
2/3
Pepper has shut out for a while and now the dominant flavor is wood and a tad of nuance and twards the end of the 2/3 the flavor changes into nuance and pepper.
Note: During that period of time my sister was with me. We where both chating of how much we've grown, but more than anything how much I've grown; physically and emotionaly. She couldn't believe that it was me there in the airport, picking her up.
Eventually we started talking about Figonacci and how interesting his theory in numbers where (she was lerning that in school) I told her that I wrote an essay rephering to his theory. Then I told her to look at the trees and how they divided... They are always divided in two's and I think that life, more likely, choice goes to two ways too, and from those two another two and so on. She mentioned she wanted a tattoo of a tree but she has no idea where nor how she wants it. She wants me to design the tree.
Then I also mentioned to her that I've been thinking of a rather interesting tattoo, my phrase in arabe: "Nothing can go wrong, it can only get better". The location would be at the arch of my foot in a very metaphorical way; Every step I take is every decision I make.
I know it would hurt on the foot but honestly, I don't care. I anyways would want it there, and I'd make it color white... I like the way it looks. I wouldn't want to call everyones attention.
Later on, we had to go inside and have dinner. I had to leave my cigar at the 2/3
3/3
Practicaly powered by pepper and wood. It kept on going off on me and what not so I gave up. Had a shot of Port Wine and went inside.
Conclusion? It was a rather interesting cigar... a little bipolar for me, but full bodied and like I sometimes say: People are like cigars. You can take a guess what kind of people I like to hang out with. Full bodied cigars are pretty much my cup of tea.
Thanks for reading.
Total time: 2hrs 17mins
Drink: Port Wine
Hardly any veins visible. There's a nice shine to the leaf, dark. Sends out smells of wood and it has a loose draw.
Pre-light: Hint's of tabacco, nuance and spice -pepper-.
Has a very loose draw, too light for my taste and I feel the cigar a tad dry. Might have to season my humidor. It's time.
1/3
Pepper and wood -I'm guessing cedar- power the cigar as an entry -too strong for a start- and I can perseve a tad of leather.
Nuance kicks in once in a while to mild out the pepper and wood.
Ash didn't even last an inch. Blast! The cigar was dry at the tip.
2/3
Pepper has shut out for a while and now the dominant flavor is wood and a tad of nuance and twards the end of the 2/3 the flavor changes into nuance and pepper.
Note: During that period of time my sister was with me. We where both chating of how much we've grown, but more than anything how much I've grown; physically and emotionaly. She couldn't believe that it was me there in the airport, picking her up.
Eventually we started talking about Figonacci and how interesting his theory in numbers where (she was lerning that in school) I told her that I wrote an essay rephering to his theory. Then I told her to look at the trees and how they divided... They are always divided in two's and I think that life, more likely, choice goes to two ways too, and from those two another two and so on. She mentioned she wanted a tattoo of a tree but she has no idea where nor how she wants it. She wants me to design the tree.
Then I also mentioned to her that I've been thinking of a rather interesting tattoo, my phrase in arabe: "Nothing can go wrong, it can only get better". The location would be at the arch of my foot in a very metaphorical way; Every step I take is every decision I make.
I know it would hurt on the foot but honestly, I don't care. I anyways would want it there, and I'd make it color white... I like the way it looks. I wouldn't want to call everyones attention.
Later on, we had to go inside and have dinner. I had to leave my cigar at the 2/3
3/3
Practicaly powered by pepper and wood. It kept on going off on me and what not so I gave up. Had a shot of Port Wine and went inside.
Conclusion? It was a rather interesting cigar... a little bipolar for me, but full bodied and like I sometimes say: People are like cigars. You can take a guess what kind of people I like to hang out with. Full bodied cigars are pretty much my cup of tea.
Thanks for reading.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Philosophy in sports.
Yai! Today is sunday and I have nothing prepared. So, I'll just go with the flow...
Day's have been a tad slow, cooler and I have been working on my book. My book is pretty much about how I see life around me, in my perspective. I do occasional research with people without them knowing, sometimes they'll say something that I would love to profound more, it's as if now I pay even more attention to what people have to say.
Besides that, I've been painting again, something that always got me happy. It's for the forum, really. I'm gonna put 'em up for an auction and see how much I can get out of 'em, I like earning money for trips, such as... Oh, I don't know; New York!
Speaking of New York, it has always been my dream to live there, don't know for how long, but it would be great. Studying at Parsons or at FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology) and living in a NYC loft, all on my own... yeah. Complete independence. Something I've always wanted to encounter.
Today I did parkour along with other dudes. My bro and Chuste are my coaches, I'd say their pretty neat coaches; I've achieved some things that I am very proud of and some not yet because I think about it too much or because I need to be a tad stronger to achieve it.
Parkour is such an amazing sport, I am so glad that I finally found time and effort to do it. I feel a lot more balanced in my life now, kinda more "Free". I've chosen "not to fall", not only in parkour, but also in life; decisions over what life path you'll choose and how you'll be confronting them. Parkour is a great way of life.
When you're lost and don't know where to go, consider parkour, I'm sure it'll put you back on track of what you need to do or how you should be looking at things, there's many ways to see one situation. Use it, do it and show that you can make it out in life.
That's pretty much the rest of my week.
I hope you've enjoyed my read.
Day's have been a tad slow, cooler and I have been working on my book. My book is pretty much about how I see life around me, in my perspective. I do occasional research with people without them knowing, sometimes they'll say something that I would love to profound more, it's as if now I pay even more attention to what people have to say.
Besides that, I've been painting again, something that always got me happy. It's for the forum, really. I'm gonna put 'em up for an auction and see how much I can get out of 'em, I like earning money for trips, such as... Oh, I don't know; New York!
Speaking of New York, it has always been my dream to live there, don't know for how long, but it would be great. Studying at Parsons or at FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology) and living in a NYC loft, all on my own... yeah. Complete independence. Something I've always wanted to encounter.
Today I did parkour along with other dudes. My bro and Chuste are my coaches, I'd say their pretty neat coaches; I've achieved some things that I am very proud of and some not yet because I think about it too much or because I need to be a tad stronger to achieve it.
Parkour is such an amazing sport, I am so glad that I finally found time and effort to do it. I feel a lot more balanced in my life now, kinda more "Free". I've chosen "not to fall", not only in parkour, but also in life; decisions over what life path you'll choose and how you'll be confronting them. Parkour is a great way of life.
When you're lost and don't know where to go, consider parkour, I'm sure it'll put you back on track of what you need to do or how you should be looking at things, there's many ways to see one situation. Use it, do it and show that you can make it out in life.
That's pretty much the rest of my week.
I hope you've enjoyed my read.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Learning how to walk...
Again. Well, it's been 3 months since the break up, 2 months where hell and this last month has been fantastic!. It's as if I was blind, zombie like for a whole year, I can't even remember good times with my friends from last year, really.
I guess break ups do have their benefits. I mean, I do miss being with him once in a while now, but then I realize that it was actually crap, I always felt like I had to be something more around this dude because when I would be my complete self he'd get pissed off or embarrassed... It's really sad. But do you know what is sadder, after thinking that you could make things better and going through so much sheit -sacrificing some things; friends, mostly- you realize who has really been your friend and who wasn't. I realized that my "best" friends that have been with me since 1st grade weren't actually there for me. After I told 'em about my break up they'd be like "yeah, we knew it would come sooner or later", say what, b!tch?! I was so pissed to even acknowledge that from my friends, they where even saying "...yeah, you know, maybe he was right breaking up with you, finally you'll get to spend time with us". A'right f*** bags, first off; I had taken the choice of not seeing them, why? because they always felt the need of always being with each other and not other people, and it's crap. Second off; I only got to see that f*** bag for only two days a week, and my "friends" for 5 days. Oh yeah, I see why it is so logic for them to think that.
That was 2 months ago. This month has been more than fantastic, how so? I'll tell you.
I actually have 2 best friends, one a girl and one a boy, and this has made me realize that you can only have best friends, true best friends only if you've ever exchanged a kiss, and by that not a cheek kiss, I mean a REAL kiss. A kiss isn't just a kiss, I'll say that much. Before I used to believe that "a kiss can just be a kiss", but now that I'm older and know how it has affected me I realize that that "kiss was just a kiss" turned into "a kiss means more than anything", it break's barriers in the world of bonding, a kiss is a permission or an invite to the other persons world, a glimpse of it. This first kiss was given to me my best friend, a girl.
My relationship with these two, completely different people, are far more better than any other relationship I have ever had as friends. I don't know what I would do with out these two people, so important and fundamental for my life, for this life I have.
The other person who's my best friend (male) has really turned out to be something else, nothing like when I had started dating him... It was puppy love, nothing more. But that was about 4 years ago or so, people can really change in that time.
It's weird, our relationship, I realize that, but it's a creative relationship, one moment you think if we where actually dating, or then we're just together to have a talk like civilized people, or to dance, or even do Parkour together in the most serious form of all, entirely focused on what we are trying to achieve and not thinking of making out with one another.
It's a very comfterable relationship, one without compromises, obligations, being completely yourself and nothing else. No need of feeling embarrassed of what you are or not. No strings attached.
I fairly admit that this past month has been the happiest of all; since maybe 6 to 8 months ago. Happy for straight 3 weeks... who gets to feel incredibly happy for 3 weeks straight?! I know! I'm booming, I'm blasting, I'm everything positive right now and I wouldn't be like this if it weren't for my two best pals.
Thank you so much. You two have lift me up again and made me realize that I can walk all on my own.
It's all a state of mind.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Why did I do this?
Well, there comes a time when someone -not every one- feel's like writing a little something or a whole lot of something, wether someone would like to read it or not.
Sometimes people need a personal space to write what they are thinking, feeling or up to.
I did this because I thought it was a cool idea to make like a public diary, after all, I don't feel ashamed anymore for showing who I am, better to prepare people or give them an idea of what kind of hormone-molotov-cocktail I am. I have nothing to loose anymore.
I'd like to write about what I would be up to, what has happened through out my week and even post pictures of special event's I may have encountered; concerts, expos, travel, cigar review, etc.
But deep down I'd like to brag of things that I can do. Yeah, that's right, who wants some of me?
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