Love In Mexico City

Howdy | Hola

2007-07-12T12:55:00.000-05:00

Now was that one long month in between updates, huh?

I'm deeply sorry I was MIA. After Gerardo's birthday party on the 23rd, I kinda just hanged around with him and then we went on an improvised trip. No warnings, nothing, just right there, we decided to go visit friends around Mexico. So we did. Ixtapa, Guadalajara, Cuernavaca and Cordoba.

I'd write details but it'll be a long post of nothingness, since I'd just write about hanging out, the sea in Ixtapa was yummy though. I'll just jump to the good parts. We made love every night, and it was awesome.

In other news, Gerardo and I are moving in together in August. Since his apartment is nice and all we thought we could stay there but truth is that it's a bit small... we chose to look around and we decided on this very cute loft we found. So, I'll be moving there soon.

Take care everyone,

Alex-

Perdón por estar desaparecido. Después de la peda del cumple de Gera el 23, simplemente me la pasaba con el y nos fuimos en un viaje improvisado. Sin advertencia, nada, simplemente ahí, decidimos ir a visitar amigos alrededor de México. Así que fuimos a Ixtapa, Guadalajara, Cuernavaca y Córdoba.

Escribiría detalles pero sería una pared de nada, ya que solo escribiría sobre salir, aunque el mar en Ixtapa estaba delicioso. Me saltaré a las partes jugosas. Hicimos el amor todas las noches, fue increíble.

En otras noticias, Gerardo y yo nos vamos a vivir juntos en agosto. Como su depa está lindo y todo pero algo chiquito... fuimos a ver otros lugares y decidimos por un loft bien lindo que encontramos, así que me mudaré ahí pronto.

Se cuidan mucho,

Alex

Escuchando/Listening To: Kula Shaker - Song of Love/Narayana

I Lied | Mentí

2007-06-13T21:34:00.000-05:00

I know I said I'd try to update more often, but I haven't been able to. Honest. So, I can't promise or swear to you that I will post more often, but, I can tell you that I'll be done with work sooner than later, so that should give me time to update this on a daily basis, mwahahaha. OK OK, hope people are still coming and haven't forgotten about meh!

Alex-

Ya se que dije que iba a actualizar más seguido, pero no he podido. Honestamente. Así que, aunque no puedo prometer o jurar que voy a postear más seguido, les puedo decir que ya casi acabo con el trabajo, así que eso me debiera de dar más tiempo para actualizar seguido, bwajajajajaja. OK OK, espero que no se hayan olvidado de mí.

Alex-

Long Post... sort of | Post Largo... más o menos

2007-06-08T20:58:00.000-05:00

OK, as promised, a long post and an informative one at that. I'm sorry for the lack of continuous updates but I've been busy with work and staying up to watch Tennis games, and now that Gerardo is back, well I got busier.

Things are fine, Tuesday I did not do much, neither Wednesday, that is of course, until Gerardo called me out of the blue to tell me he was about to get on a plane back to Mexico City. I said OK and when I hung up I realized the flight between his city and here is only 1 hour long, so I had to rush out to try and get to the airport in time. Now, if you live in Mexico City, you know that accomplishing this task at anytime is rather impossible. And as such, I did not make it in time. He had been waiting for a little while, but the huge smile he had on his face as he saw me rushing looking for him just said that he did not care I was late. (Click read more)

I jumped him, well not really, but I did give him a looong, very hot might I add, welcome back kiss. And then we started walking holding hands. The looks on people's faces were priceless. It's this mix between panic and disgust, and others have a face that looks like they are debating on how to react with their own conscience.

That night, we had "some catching up" to do. So we went back to his apartment which I kept clean while he was away. And so we did and kissed and laughed and held each other and talked all night. And at.. was it 5 A.M.? I turned on the TV to watch the tennis match while he slept.

Women's finals is tomorrow, Sharapova got destroyed on the court, as she seems to be doing a lot more lately. It was painful to watch. I just couldn't stop watching though. She was my favorite for the girls, and for the guys, Novak Djokovic lost too. Oh well.

I'm not surprised about the final matches, Ivanovic played wonderfully and she deserves the opportunity to win, though my guess is Henin, who won against Jankovic that completely collapsed under the pressure, will crown herself for the 4th time.

Nadal and Federer, well, we all know how that story goes. Federer just doesn't seem to be able to perform as well on clay (is that what it's called in English? I always watch the matches in English but the term eludes me), and my guess is Nadal will take Roland Garros once again. Though to be quite honest, I wish that Federer wins this time.

If Ana Ivanovic takes the match tomorrow, I will have found a new favorite. As for Novak, I'll keep rooting for him forevaarrrr.

Yesterday, Gerardo and I went to watch the movie called Water, which is a fairly strong critique about how hindu widows are treated. I recommend watching it for both it's cinematography and incredibly depressing story. It clocks in at nearly 2 hours if I recall correctly, but it flows pretty fast.

After that we went to eat at this really nice restaurant down in the city's Zona Rosa (one of the glamorous zones here) and spent there a pretty good part of the afternoon. He told me about his stay over there and how the heat was unbearable but that it wasn't that much better here either. And it's true, we've been having crazy temperatures and it's not even summer. Even right now I have the fan blowing hard on my back because I'd sweat otherwise.

At night we went to a party on the subject of a company's first anniversary. It was so-so and we didn't stay till very late, so we got on the car and drove around looking for something to do. We didn't find anything. So we went to eat something and then went back to his place. We crawled into bed and cuddled and fell asleep eventually.

Today we went shopping for stuff, and have spent the rest of the day indoors. Now I have to leave because as much as I love being fashionably late, I hate being ridiculously late.

Will translate tomorrow.

Alex-

Rapture | Extasis Completo

2007-06-08T16:07:00.000-05:00

Hey everyone! I've been lazy, haven't kept the blog updated. I'm sorry, really am. But I'm alive, I swear this time for sure, long post tonight before I go out. Gerardo is here at the moment, so I'm not able to write long. Just wanted to let everyone who keeps visiting the blog that it's not dead. It's just sleepy. :P

Alex-

Hola todos! He sido muy flojo, no he mantenido el blug actualizado. Lo siento, de verdad. Pero estoy vivo, y juro que ahora sí voy a hacer un post largo antes de salir hoy en la noche. Gerardo está aquí ahorita, así que no puedo escribir mucho. Sólo quería decirles a todos los que siguen visitando que mi blog no está muerto, solo tiene sueño. :P

Alex

In A Good Mood | De Buen Humor

2007-06-04T20:09:00.000-05:00

I'm in an excellent mood today. Life has been treating me good lately, and Gerardo will arrive this week, though I'm still not sure which day. I didn't ask because I had already been bugging him lots about it. I didn't want to seem selfish, what with trying to steal him away from his familiy again. Haha.

Anyway, lately I've been listening to a lot of Pink Martini (Blog reader recommended it). It's a recent discovery that left me pretty pleased. So check it out on the music box thing.

Alex-

Estoy de excelente humor hoy. La vida me está tratando bien ultimámente, y Gerardo llega esta semana, aunque no se bien que día. No pregunté porque ya lo había estado jodiendo mucho. No quería parecer egoísta, no dejando a su familia convivir con él. Jaja.

En fín, he estado escuchando mucho Pink Martini (un lector me lo recomendó). Es un descubrimiento reciente que me dejó muy satisfecho. Así que chéquenlo en el cuadro de música.

Alex-

I'm so sleepy

2007-06-01T21:06:00.000-05:00

Hey, Everyone! Sorry I've been absent. I had this fantastic idea... I get to stay up every night to watch the Tennis matches and then go to work, instead of sleeping during the night. In turn, I sleep every afternoon unless I go out. So, I haven't been able to write because when I get on the com, it's not too long before I start falling asleep. But I promise I'll make sub sort of nice post this weekend. Haha. Anywaaaaaay, I'll see ya around, going out now.

Alex-

Disappointed In My Country | Decepcionado De Mi País

2007-05-29T14:22:00.000-05:00

The Miss Universe Pageant was held in Mexico City this year, for those that didn't know. Miss Japan won.

Now, I didn't care to watch it, but I heard that people laughed at and booed Miss USA. I then watched the videos on youtube, and proceeded to read the hoard of comments made during my free time at work today.

Well, I'm greatly disappointed in Mexico. I'm disappointed because it always seems that people demand respect, demand to be acknowledged as intelligent and civilized people. Yet attitudes like these substract from that notion and only make hateful comments like the ones saying that Mexicans are a bunch of disrespectful people become true.

Apparently, I'm one of the few that take this disgraceful event seriously, as most people are simply laughing along. Like if it mattered not. It's quite disheartening that not everyone cares for their own country, but to each their own I suppose.

I remember a post I made a while ago, about hate towards Mexico. The same type of comments that showed their faces that time, have shown their faces this time too. And it's no one's fault but ours.

Maybe, but just maybe, one day Mexico will rise to represent a "good" country, and it won't just be regarded as "that country where all the immigrants come from".

Alex-

El concurso de Miss Universo tuvo su sede en la Ciudad de México este año, en caso de que no supieran. Miss Japón ganó.

No lo ví, pero me dijeron que la gente se rió, y abucheó a Miss EUA. Ví los videos en youtube, y leí la horda de comentarios en mi tiempo libre hoy.

Estoy muy decepcionado de México. Estoy decepcionado porque siempre parece que la gente exige respeto, y quiere ser reconocida como inteligente y civilizada. Pero actitudes así son lo que evita esa manera de pensar, y solo provoca que comentarios como ese que dice que los Mexicanos son un montón de irrespetuosos, se confirmen.

Parece ser que soy uno de los pocos preocupados por esta situación, ya que la mayoría simplemente se ríe con ello. Como si importara poco. Es desgastante ver como no a todos ls importa el país en igual medida.

Recuerdo un post que hice hace un tiempo ya, sobre el odio hacia los Mexicanos. El mismo tipo de comentarios de esa vez se hicieron esta vez también. Y no es culpa de nadie mas que nuestra.

Tal vez algún día México será visto como un país "bueno" y no sólo como el país de donde viene todos los imigrantes.

Alex-

Mmmm Pocky

2007-05-26T07:25:00.000-05:00

I Love Pocky. And I Love Pocky commercials. Today, one of the teachers in my Japanese institute is returning from Japan. Well, she returned sometime this week, but she's gonna be there today, and she's brining me a box of Pocky. Ah, I can't wait. For now, enjoy an obscene amount of Pocky commercials, so click read more!

Me encanta el Pocky. Y me encantan los comerciales de Pocky. Hoy, una de mis maestras del instituto donde estudio Japonés, va a llevarme una caja de Pocky porque se fué a Japón a visitar a su familia, y regresó en la semana. No puedo esperar. Por ahora, disfruten una cantidad épica de comerciales de Pocky, así que píquenle en read more.

Be warned. Some of the commercials make little to no sense. So don't question the logic, just go with the flow! Oh, and the first 2 of course, will be with the ever so gorgeous Satoshi Tsumabuki.

Some notes: It's a bit overrated, mostly consumed on this side of the world by wanna be Japanese (I'm completely serious, too). It tastes like any other chocolate (or other flavored) covered cookie I have eaten before, but hey, it's free. Don't get me wrong, I love their culture, I mean, I watch Japanese TV and speak the language, and I am fairly informed of customs and such :P, but from personal experience, it would seem some people tend to forget their own culture to replace it with another, and that's just sad.

The game they are playing in one of the commercials, is called 王様 (ousama=king). And it's basically a punishment game.

Week 1 | Semana 1

2007-05-25T19:27:00.000-05:00

Well, things got better at work. The crew seems to have warmed up a bit and suddenly I don't feel so excluded anymore.

It's been a fairly "light" week. Nothing much has been going on. I've been working and going out every now and then, but nothing too interesting.

Recently, my Mother got offered a job in Los Cabos and she's taking it. So she's going to move there. Well, our family is pretty much all set to work alone. Still, now that she's going to leave, and my Father will stay here, there's a sense of mild gloominess around. Though she's gonna visit often.

Eventually, my Father will go there with her, and the only person who will be left dangling in the wind will be me. My parents may get an apartment for me and one of my brothers, since I will be staying here for another year to finish my career, and because my brother works here. However, I've been talking with Gerardo and I may just move in with him.

The best part is that I will now have a house on the beach, or a few blocks away at worst. Haha. So, hurray!

Ah, I will make a more substantial post sometime this weekend. Going now to go watch Pirate of the Caribbean and then partaaaay.

Alex-

Bueno, las cosas en el trabajo están mejor. Las gentes (sí, así :P) ya no están de mamonas.

Ha sido una semana muy "light". Nada ha pasado. He estado trabajando y saliendo de vez en cuando, pero nada interestante.

Recientemente, le hicieron una oferta de trabajo en Los Cabos a mi jefa, y lo va a tomar. Así que se va a mudar ahí. Nuestra familia puede valerse por si sola. Aún así, como se va a ir, y mi jefe se queda aquí, hay un aire de tristeza flotando. Aunque va a visitar seguido.

Eventualmente, mi jefe se va a ir con ella, y la única persona que se queda volando soy yo. Puede que mis jefes nos consigan un depa a mí y a mi hermano mediano, ya que yo tengo que estudiar por 1 año más, y mi hermano trabaja aquí. Sin embargo, he estado platicando con Gera y chance me mudo a vivir con él.

Lo mejor es que voy a tener casa en la playa, o por lo menos muy cerca de ella. Jaja. Así que, hurra!

Voy a hacer un post más extenso durante el fín. Ahorita voy a ver Piratas del Caribe, y después... peda! Jaja.

Alex-

P.S. Izzi! Perdón que no he estado en el MSN los últimos días. Es que no tuve ni tiempo de pararme por la casa y cuando llegaba ya te habías ido. :(

Listening To/Escuchando: Rufus Wainwright - Release the Stars

Too much space | Demasiado Espacio

2007-05-21T23:22:00.000-05:00

First day of work today. The room I work in is big, and lonely. It's bright and feels cold. But I'm not by myself. There's other people there, technicians.

I'm working part time, repairing stuff at a Biomed. Eng. company, though I'm basically there to absorb all I can from the guys designing and well... engineering. I thought it'd be easy to fit into the environment, but the other guys are just either too quiet, or simply don't want to talk to me.

It was a hard first day, not talking to anyone. A bit busy, but not busy enough to keep me away from the Internet all the time. That's right, I can use the intarwebz as long as there's no repairing to be done.

But there's something poking at me...

Not counting Gerardo, because he has a real excuse. I haven't seen much of my friends. They seem to be busy. And that has me a bit mopey. I'll go to a party, and they are not there. I'll log on MSN, and the list will be pretty much empty.

Now, this obviously wouldn't be much of a problem for most. But I get really paranoid. Even now my mind runs around with ideas and thoughts. This situation makes me feel like I have too much space. As if people weren't close enough. But I'm sure it'll pass. They probably are caught up in stuff of their own.

Friday I took Gerardo to the airport. He checked in, and since we had time till he had to leave, we walked around, visiting the stores, and chatting. He said he would miss me so much. I said I would too, and I do.

It's funny. Even though we don't see each other every day, just knowing that he is there, 20 minutes away (on a -very- good day, depending on traffic, hahahaha), makes me feel good. But now that he is 12 hours away (by car anyway), I don't know, it just makes it harder.

I know 3 weeks is not really that much, and it isn't. But I'm in love with him more now than before we broke up. It's taking over me.

Anyway, I gave him a long kiss, and then he was on his way. He crossed the gate and then hopped on the stairs. And as he disappeared out of my sight, he smiled and waved.

I then left, and headed to a party.

Saturday I went to breakfast with my family, as usual, and Japanese class. And then in the night went out with a couple of friends, and we just drove around, listening to music, and getting lost in a very dangerous part of the city. It was scary as fuck. Hehe.

Sunday was breakfast with extended family, and my priest uncle was there. Thank god (oh the irony!) Gera wasn't there. I didn't want him to get lectured too.

After pretending to listen to my uncle for a while, I got up and walked away. I was about ready to shout at him that I don't believe in god, but my father was there and if you've kept up with the blog, you'd know that he is religious and me not believing in god would double piss him.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.

And now came Monday. Just not in the best of moods. Hope the rest of the week is better.

Alex-

Hoy fué mi primer día de trabajo. El cuarto en donde laboro es grande, y solitario. Es luminosa y frío. Pero no estoy solo. Hay otra gente ahí, técnicos.

Estoy trabajando tiempo medio, reparando cosas en una compañía de Inge. Biomédica, aunque estoy ahí básicamente ahí para absorber lo que pueda de los que diseñan e... ingenian. Pensé que sería fácil incorporarme al ambiente, pero los otros son muy callados, o simplemente no quieren hablar conmigo.

Fué un día difícil, sin hablar con nadie. Un poco ocupado, pero no lo suficiente como para alejarme del Internet. Así es, puedo usar el interneSSSS mientras no tenga cosas que reparar.

Pero hay algo que me está picando...

Sin contar a Gera, porque el tiene una excusa real. No he visto mucho a mis amigos. Parecen estar ocupados. Y eso me tiene algo desanimado. Voy a una fiesta y no están ahí. Me meto al MSN, y la lista está casi vacía.

Obviamente ésto no es problema para la mayoría. Pero yo soy muy paranoíco. Incluso ahora mi mente es asaltada con ideas y pensamientos. Está situación me hace sentir que tengo demasiado espacio. Como si la gente no estuviera lo suficientemente cerca. Pero estoy seguro se me pasará. Probablemente están ocupados con sus madres.

El viernes llevé a Gerardo al aeropuerto. Hizo check in, y como teníamos tiempo antes de que se fuera, caminamos, visitando las tiendas y platicando. Dijo que me extrañaría mucho. Le dije que yo lo extrañaría también, y así es.

Es algo gracioso. Aunque no nos vemos diario, simplemente el saber que está ahí, a 20 minutos (bueno, en un día sin tráfico) me hace sentir bien. Pero ahora que está a 12 horas (en coche al menos), no sé, es más difícil.

Sé que 3 semanas no son mucho, no lo son. Pero estoy más enamorado de él que antes de que cortáramos. Está tomándome por completo.

En fín, le dí un beso largo, y partió. Pasó el checkpoint de seguridad, y se subió a las escaleras eléctricas. Y mientras desaparecía de mi vista, sonreía y se despedía.

Me fuí, y me dirijí a una peda.

El sábado fuí a desayunar con mi familia, como siempre, y a clase de Japonés. Y luego en la noche, salí con un par de amigos, y simplemente andábamos paseando, escuchando música, y perdiéndonos allá por el Cerro de la Estrella. Jaja.

El domingo fué desayuno con el resto de la familia, y mi tío que es padre estaba ahí. Gracias a dios (jaja), Gera no estaba ahí. No quería que lo regañaran también.

Después de hacer de cuenta que escuchaba a mi tío por un rato, me levanté y me fuí a otro lado. Estaba a nada de gritarle que no creo en dios, pero mi papá estaba ahí, y si han estado al tanto, sabrán que es religioso y que yo no crea en dios lo haría enojar.

El resto del día pasó sin más.

Y ahora es lunes. No estoy de buenas. Espero que el resto de la semana sea mejor.

Alex-

Listening To/Escuchando: Muse - Sing For Absolution (Live at Glastonbury)

No title came to mind | No se me vino a la mente un título

2007-05-18T16:08:00.002-05:00

Holy crap. Grey's Anatomy last night was too dramatic. Shit, I even felt uncomfortable after finishing watching it. Haha.

C.S.I. was fucking intense too. I never expected what happened in the episode, at all.

Heroes and Lost next week will be awesome too, or at least I hope they are. Am I the only one who finds Sylar good looking? Everyone I ask always says Peter, or Nathan. Me, I prefer Sylar. But I guess it's because he has a geeky air about him :P.

Gerardo leaves today. I'm currently helping him pack. Or pretending to, typing this and all. He's gonna go back to his hometown for 3 weeks. His flight leaves tonight, so I'm gonna go drop him off at the airport. I'm sad, but 3 weeks should go by fast, right? Right?

Monday I begin working too, so that will help me pass time I suppose.

I want to go out.

Alex-

El episodio más reciente de Grey's Anatomy fué demasiado dramático! Puta, hasta me sentí incomodo cuando acabó. Jaja.

C.S.I. estuvo intenso, también. No me espeaba lo que pasó, para nada.

Heroes y Lost se acaban la semana que viene, va a estar poca madre, o al menos eso espero. Parece que soy la única persona que piensa que Sylar está guapo. Todos a los que les pregunté, dijeron que Peter o Nathan estaban mejor. Yo prefiero a Sylar, pero a lo mejor es porque tiene algo de geek.

Gerardo se va hoy. Estoy ayudándolo a empacar, según. Pero estoy escribiendo esto. Jaja. Se va a su rancho por 3 semanas. Su vuelo sale en la noche, así que lo voy a ir a dejar al aigropuerto (sí, aigropuerto, jaja). Estoy triste, pero supongo que 3 semanas se van rápido, no? No?

El lunes empiezo a trabajar, así que eso me va a ayudar a que se pase el tiempo supongo.

Quiero salir.

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening To: Cold Ward Kids - Hospital Beds

Anorexia Nervosa

2007-05-17T03:20:00.000-05:00

Is something I -don't- suffer from. But it has now trespassed the real world barriers and has come to haunt me on the Internet world too. Some guy at a comments page in another blog said I was anorexic! THE NERVE!

Now, I could give a shit about what people think of me but seriously, I'm a stick. And I don't like that. Someone help me! Instruct me in the ways of muscle gaining!

Alex-

Es algo de lo que -no- sufro. Pero ha rebasado las barreras del mundo real, y ha venido a hacerme la vida difícil en internet también. Un tipo en la página de comments de otro blog dijo que soy anoréxico! ¡¿Cómo se atreve?!

No me importa lo que la gente piense de mí, pero en toda honestidad soy un palo. Y eso no me agrada. ¡Alguien ayúdeme! Instrúyanme en las artes de musculatura.

Alex-

Listening to/Escuchando: Oh Laura - Release Me

2007-05-16T19:50:00.000-05:00

I bought a new book today:

Just started it. Yum, books.

It lives, IT LIVES! | Vive, VIVE!

2007-05-16T01:25:00.000-05:00

Well, I solved my modem issues finally. It took long hours of tech support not helping. But I stumbled on a solution by accident. Maybe there was other options to solve it, but mine worked so I don't care about anything else!

Err, I'll write later, after I finish watching all the stuff I fell back on.

Harhar

BTW, do these colors work for you guys? They work for me but don't wanna kill your retinas so...

Alex-

Bueno, arreglé mi modem. Me tomo horas de soporte técnico que hizo todo menos darme soporte. Pero me topé con la solución por accidente. Tal vez haya habido otras opciones, pero la mía funciono y no me importa mas nada!

Err, escribiré después, cuando me ponga al corriente con todo lo que se me pasó.

Jiotejiote

Por cierto, les gustan los colores? A mí me laten pero no quiere destruir retinas...

Alex-

Bannerlife | Vida "Banner"osa? Jajaja

2007-05-14T06:14:00.000-05:00

Currently working on the new banner. Can't seem to get it just the way I want it. It just needs a few fixes, it's nothing too amazing. I somehow haven't been feeling creative at all lately. My juices are drying up. NO, not those juices! My creative ones. Probably just need a good night's sleep. Been up all weekend.

UPDATE: What do you guys think of the new banner?

Alex-

Estoy trabajando en el nuevo banner. Namás no queda como lo quiero. Solo necesita que le arregle unos detallitos, no es muy apantallante. No me he sentido creativo últimamente. Mi jugo se está secando. NO, no ese jugo! El jugo creativo. Seguro solo necesito dormir. He estado despierto todo el fin de semana.

UPDATE: ¿Qué piensan del nuevo banner?

Alex-

Listening To/Escuchando: Travis - Quicksand

Mmmmmmmmm

2007-05-13T21:19:00.000-05:00

That is all.

Eso es todo.

Awesome Saturday | Excelente sábado

2007-05-13T00:53:00.000-05:00

Well, I've been having fun all day. I've been secluded in my room trying to fix my intarwebz. I'm having an obvious problem with this piece of shit model with built in router. Fuck this piece of crap, fuck it with a fucking big hammer.

Seriously. It started with it booting me off every time I used torrents. It did it from time to time, so I didn't mind it much. Then it began happening more often. I started to get pissed off. Now it boots me every time I get a message on any kind of IM program. On all my computers, even on my Mac. It's driving me insane.

So, I'm sitting here, trying to fix it, because I swear I'm not going to bed till it's 100% working. And tech support guy is an absolute idiot. So, I'm on my own obviously.

Update: I haven't slept, won't even sleep anymore seeing as how I have to go soon to Family breakfast anyway.

So... in my dealings with this problem, I have come across a forum where several other people have complained about the EXACT same problem. I shall get to the bottom of this! Arghhhhh!!!

DIE IN A FIRE STUPID 2WIRE 2701HG-T

Excuse my language... I'm frustrated. Oh yeah, anyone seen the Saab Biopower commercial?

Update #2: I've found out it is a modem issue many other people are having. It is not me! Yay.......

Alex-

He tenido un día maravilloso. Me he recluído en mi cuarto, intentando arreglar mi internet. Estoy teniendo un obvio problema con este módem. Es un pedazo de mierda que quiero destruir.

En serio. Empezó desconectándome cada que bajaba torrents. Lo hacía a veces, así que no me molestaba. Luego fué más seguido. Me empezó a encabronar. Ahora me saca cada que me mandan un mensaje en MSN por ejemplo. Pasa en todas mis computadoras, incluso en mi Mac y me está volviendo loco.

Así que, estoy aquí, intentando arreglar ésto, por que juro que no me voy a dormir hasta que esté al 100%. Y el idiota de soporte técnico era lento como él solo. Estoy solo!

Update: No he dormido, ni siquiera voy a dormir ahora que tengo que ir a desayunar con mi familiar.

En mis aventuras tratando de resolver el problema, me topé con un foro donde muchas otras personas se quejan de EXACTAMENTE el mismo problema que yo. Voy a resolver esto a como de lugar! Arghhhhh!!!

ME CAGO EN TU PUTA MADRE PINCHE MODEM DE MIERDA 2WIRE 2701HG-T

Disculpen mi lenguaje... pero estoy frustrado.... ah si, alguien ha visto el video de Saab de Biopower?

Update #2: Descubrí que es un problema del modem que muchos otros están teniendo. No soy yo! Yei.....

Alex-

Curses! I've been tagged again!

2007-05-11T04:31:00.000-05:00

Frank! I am so deeply sorry for taking so long in answering this! I haven't been keeping up lately with reading blogs. Was busy with Uni, stuff, you know. So I now answer the 10 interesting (or not so interesting) things about me. And tag 10 others? OK then. Double post weeeee. Don't forget to read the serious post below too!

1. I've had 9 dogs through out my life. Most of them given away because my parents were evil beings or other circumstances. 3 Boxers, 1 Golden Retriever, 1 Labrador, 2 Miniature Schnauzers, 2 Airdale Terriers. My last dog was one of the Airdales =( He grew up with me and passed away in December.

2. I'm a Biomedical Engineering student. Maybe some knew, maybe some didn't, so it fits here!

3. I ate a girl out once. She thoroughly enjoyed it. I hated it.

4. I've had 3 boyfriends.

5. My father stopped talking to me for a short while after I came out. He then went back to being like he always was, as if nothing had happened.

6. I hate veggies but force myself to eat them for the sake of my body.

7. Gerardo's Mother once asked me if we were sexually active. She's a special lady :).

8. I had my wisdom teeth removed.

9. In the event that I'm defeated in an argument, I will immediately change subject just so you can't celebrate.

10. The glass is half full.

Tags are (who probably will ignore the post, I know): Mark (mdoboy studio), Jay (+Gay=him), Savante (McBloggy, ok bad joke, whatever), Ben Dover, Jesús (de Valencia), Silly Billy (I have a parachuting question if that is indeed you parachuting!), DUP, NSSG (but he's away in Fiji), R*YAN, and Jules (though she does not visit me anymore :(). I had someone else in mind, but I suppose right now is not the moment.

Too lazy to translate this post!

Alex-

Happy Mother's Day | Feliz Día de las Madres

2007-05-10T22:54:00.000-05:00

CRAP! I just noticed I disabled comments on last post on accident, I was all sad I had no comments :P!

Ah well, this has been an ok week so far. Mostly good things have happened, so that has me in a good mood. But some things have been crappy. Read!

Bueno, esta semana ha estado dos dos bien. En su mayoría, cosas buenas han pasado y estoy de buen humor. Aunque hay cosas que sí han estado de la patada. Lean!

I've been hanging out with Gerardo the past days, since he is going to go back to his hometown for 3 weeks. I'm gonna miss him lots, but well, it's nothing new to me. He always goes back for some time during vacations and this won't be the exception to that rule. That has me a bit down, but hey, it's not like he's going away permanently, so...

Today was Mother's Day, well, yesterday, May 10th. We took Mother out for breakfast. In our family, we don't do cards, so she didn't get any. However, she did get our usual amount of love, and that was enough. Well, along with some gifts.

I got her a Coach bag, and fortunately, she loved it. Whew, I was nervous about that but it all worked out. And in the afternoon we had a grill, since she loves grills.

Today my mind was plagued with memories of her. She's one of the most important persons in my life. Ever since I was a little kid, I recall my mother being supportive in everything I chose, even silly things.

There's this memory I have, of when I was very small, and she took me out to play in the park. On the swings, the slides. I don't remember how old I was, but somehow that memory is fused into me. I couldn't have been a day over 3, I don't think.

She came home a bit late, and I was mad for some reason. And she took me in her arms, picked me up. I distinctly remember taking her necklace and trying to eat it or something. Apparently my obsession was to pull her necklaces off. And we then went to the park that was in front of the house. And she just played with me. Chased me around, laughed with me.

I'm not the crying type. I rarely cried when I fell as a child, rarely cried when something hurt. Though I admit I have a very low pain threshold, so I will complain a lot. But there's certain things (at certain times) that just touch fibers deep within me, and I just start getting teary eyed all of a sudden. And typing out that memory did the trick, and you'll find out why soon enough.

I guess to understand some part of me, I'd have to delve into memories I really don't like bringing back. But suffice it to say that it hasn't been all smiles and colors in my life. People tend to believe that I have had it easy since you always see me with a smile on my face. And I have a natural carefree air about me, or so they tell me. Yet, the reality is a much different one. Hmmm, maybe if I'm emo enough one day I'll write about it. Haha.

I guess I inherited her character too. I can be real harsh, I can be real kind. Arrogant at times, and bossy at others.

I remember how she's been able to pull us, along with my Father, through the harsh times. How's she's been there every single time I need her.

I also remembered how before I came out, every time I managed to pose the "hypothetical" question "What if I was gay?" to her, she'd always say she'd hate me, and that she'd kick me out of the house. "It's not natural.", she used to say. That she'd be disappointed and maybe would slap me around a little see if I came back into my senses.

The thought tormented me, and I tried to stretch my in-closet-ness out a bit more, but I couldn't, and came out. Her reaction was completely opposite. She said she had suspected it (with those questions, who wouldn't have, right?) and she didn't kick me out of the house. Thankfully. :P

And then, I somehow managed to get on my Mother's nerves today. I don't know how I do it, but it's a gift I have to piss people off. And she said she was sick and tired of me for today. Heh. I did not utter another word for the rest of the night.

I'm usually impatient, but I was extra careful today, after all, it war her day. Didn't complain a single time about her nagging. "Turn here. Be careful with that car. Oh look at these shoes, aren't they lovely? Oh they'd look great on your niece! Why won't you shave already?". I helped her in every way I could today.

After eating, we went to this place that has slot machines, but is not exactly a casino.

She won, I lost, my brothers lost, my sister won, my father won. Etc, etc. We had a good time, I thought. And I do not know what I did, but I pissed her off. I did, and now I still feel pretty crappy. Oh well.

Other things have been going OK. Lost and Heroes get increasingly better with each passing day. And I liked Addison's sort of pilotey episode in Grey's Anatomy. Tim Daly is gorgeous.

In anime, best series this season seems to be Darker than Black, been intently watching it, so check it out if you're into this sort of crap.

Music discovery of the week is Kula Shaker. Think Oasis with a psychedelic spin. Still listening to it, so haven't decided to put up a song of them on the music box thinger majinger.

Oh, watch these videos. They should replace the ribbon, clubs and hoops routines in gymnastics with this. It's so fucking cool. And the guys are just scorching hot (THE ONES OVER 18!).

Lastly, but not least, I hope you're feeling better Izzi. Send me a fucking cellphone message, but don't send it at 6 AM for the love of sushi. Or when you come back to visit, I'll show you what pain is. (Yeah, I know you stalk my blog, don't lie!) =) *hugs*

Alex-

He estado pasando tiempo con Gerardo los últimos días, ya que se va a ir a su pueblo en il norti por 3 semanas. Lo voy a extrañar mucho, pero bueno, no es nada nuevo. Siempre se va un rato durante vacaciones, y esta vez no es la excepción. Eso me tiene un poquito apagado, pero, no es como si fuera permanente.

Hoy fué día de las Madres, bueno ayer. Llevamos a mi mamá a desayunar. En nuestra familia no se usan las tarjetas, así que no le dimos ninguna. Aunque sí le dimos toneladas de amor. Bueno, y algunos regalitos.

Le compré una bolsa de Coach, y afortunadamente le encantó. Estaba nervioso pero todo salió bien. Y en la tarde hicimos carne asada, porque le encanta también.

Hoy mi mente estuvo plagada con memorias de ella. Es probablemente la persona más importantes en mi vida. Desde que era morro, recuerdo que siempre me apoyaba en todo, incluso en las cosas más triviales.

Recuerdo que cuando era muy pequeño, me llevó a jugar en el parque, en las resbaladillas, los columpios y el "subibaja". Era un moco, pero esa memoria está infundida en mí.

Llegó un poco tarde, y yo estaba enojado por alguna razón. Y me tomó en sus brazos, y me cargó. Recuerdo que jalaba su collar, y me lo trataba de comer o algo así. Tal parece que mi obsesión era esa. Y entonces fuímos al parque enfrente de la casa. Y simplemente jugo conmigo. Me correteaba, se reía conmigo.

No soy llorón. Casi nunca lloraba cuando me caía de niño, ni cuando algo me dolía mucho, aunque admito que mi umbral del dolor es muy bajo. Sin embargo, hay ciertas cosas (a ciertos tiempos) que tocan fibras dentro de mí, y simplemente siento un nudo en la garganta. Y escribir ese fragmento de memoria me provocó ponerme algo sentimental, y ya descubrirán por qué.

Supongo que para entender algo de mí, tendría que traer memorias que no quiero recordar. Pero es suficiente con decir que no ha sido todo sonrisas y colores. La gente tiende a creer que he tenido una vida fácil porque siempre estoy sonriente. Y tengo un aire natural de "me vale madre todo", o eso me dicen. Mas la realidad es otra muy diferente. Tal vez algún día si me pongo muy emo, escribo sobre ello. Jaja.

Supongo que heredé su carácter también. Puedo ser muy cruel, o muy lindo. A veces arrogante, otras... mandón. Creo que ahí quedaba bien un punto y coma en lugar de puntos suspensivos, pero no soy bueno para esto de escribir. Jaja.

Recuerdo como nos logró sacar adelante, junto con mi papá. Como siempre ha estado ahí cuando la necesito.

También recuerdo como antes de salir del closet, siempre que me las ingeniaba para poder hacerle la pregunta "hipotética" de "¿Qué pasaría si guera gay?", me respondía que me odiaría, y me echaría de la casa. Que "no es natural". Que estaría desilusionada y que me pegaría unos buenos catorrazos para ver si entraba en razón.

El solo pensar en eso me torturaba, y traté de alargar mi hospedaje en el Hotel el Closet por un rato más, pero no pude, y salí. Su reacción fue totalmente contraria. Dijo que ya lo sospechaba (y con esas preguntas, ¿quién no?), y no me corrieron. Por suerte. :P

Y luego, me las arreglé para colmarle la paciencia. No se como lo hago, pero tengo un don para hacer enojar a la gente. Y dijo que estaba harta de mí por hoy. Jeje. No hable otra palabra por el resto de la noche.

Usualmente soy impaciente, pero hoy tuve extra cuidad porque es su día según. No me quejé ni una sola vez de su chingue y jode. "Da vuelta aquí. Cuídado con el coche. Están divinos estos zapatitos, le quedarían hermosos a la bebé. ¿Cuándo te planeas rasurar?". Y también le ayudé en todo lo que pude hoy.

Después de comer, fuímos al Yak. Ella ganó, yo perdí, mis hermanos perdieron, mi hermana ganó, mi papá ganó. Nos la pasamos bien, creo. Y luego no se que hice que la sacó de quicio. Me siento de la chingada.

Lo demás va bien. Lost y Heroes se ponen mejor conforme pasan los días. Y me gustó el piloto de la serie de Addison en Grey's Anatomy. Tim Daly está guapísimo.

En anime, la mejor serie esta temporada parece ser Darker than Black, que he estado viendo, y la debería de checar si les gusta esta madre.

El descubrimiento musical de la semana es Kula Shaker. Es como Oasis, pero con un spin psicodélico. Sigo escuchando, no he decidido poner una de sus canciones en la cajita de música.

Ah, vean el video. Está de 10, eso debería de haber en vez de los aros, y listones, y palos esos redondos. Y los chavos están buenísimos. Los mayores de edad solamente!

Finalmente, pero no por eso menos importante; espero te estés sintiendo mejor Izzi. Mándame un pinche mensaje o llama o algo, pero no a las 6 de la mañana te lo ruego. Si lo haces, me voy a tener que ver forzado a flagelarte. =) *abrazos*

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening To: Utada Hikaru - Be My Last

Unexpected | Inesperado

2007-05-07T01:09:00.000-05:00

Posts are now going to be expandable. It was a bit annoying to have longcat long columns, so I made it this way.

Ahora los posts son expandibles. Era molesto tener una columna tan larga de posts así que opté por esto.

It's been raining often past few days. Although most of the day remains sunny, out of the blue some cloud will show up and it'll start pouring. And as sudden as it begins raining, it stops. It's too bad it does nothing for the heat. It just makes it humid. Can't wait for Autumn, when it finally cools down.

As I mentioned in my last post, Gerardo came over after his test. We just hanged around my house for a while, kissing and fooling around. And a quicky too. The weather was just perfect Friday, so it made it that much more enjoyable.

*Um, well, I don't think what I'm writing next are spoilers, but just for good measure, if you're really quirky, Spider Man 3 Spoilers may lie ahead.*

At about 7 we left for the movie theater. Went to watch Spider Man 3.

It's both a good and a bad movie. It's good if you go watch it with no expectations what so ever and don't care if they alter the story at all, or certain details like Venom using "I" instead of "We". Or the fact that they focus so much on the friendship aspects and his relationship with MJ. Or how extravagantly hilarious is Peter's attitude at times.

However, it is a pretty bad movie if you are a comic buff, because you'll be disappointed big time... But, hey! Don't let my opinion affect you and make one of your own. At any rate, it's worth watching even if just for the visual effects.

*Here be not anymore spoilers*

Something funny happened at the theater too. While reading the blogs I visit regularly, I found a certain post linking to yet another post about a guy complaining about gay stereotypes. A post I completely agree with.

It mainly dealt with the fact that people in general have the erroneous idea that being gay means you're a sissy, or want to dress like a girl, or have a lisp, etc, etc. At least here in Mexico, that's what seems to be the general consensus. And it couldn't be further from the truth.

As the writer of that post said, I have nothing against those that do act effeminately. I do not care for how others live their lives. But it just blows my mind. It's bothersome when people are surprised I like Baseball, American Football, Tennis, Rock music, Indie music, action movies, etc. Arrrrrrghhhh!!!!

Anyway, holding true to it's very conservative society, while standing in line, people kept staring at us. We kept talking, just shrugging it off. And somehow the conversation shifted into Tennis. As I overtly expressed my excitement about the soon to begin Roland Garros, a girl behind us with her boyfriend kinda jumped in the conversation. I suppose she was a Tennis junkie, she knew her stuff, and seemed just as excited as me. She then said she had never met a gay guy before, much less a gay couple, and said she didn't expect us to look so "manly". We just laughed and proceeded to kiss right in front of her. For kicks. Seriously, a girl who likes sports is also rare around this place, so whatever.

We watched the movie and after came back to my house. I had to change my shirt since I stained it with Nacho cheese. Go me.

After I changed we headed out to a friend's birthday partay. I love drinking, I love the taste. However, I rarely get drunk. Friday, I drank till I went blind. Stupid game, lol. Seriously, I wouldn't have played if it hadn't been my friends bday. Still, damn, I was so drunk. And so was Gerardo.

It was 7 A.M. before the effects started to finally fade. Because of this, a lot of people stayed over to sleep at my friends house. Including Gerardo and I, though we didn't sleep. We stayed up with our friend, as I would have to go to family breakfast anyway, and Gerardo would come too.

Now, being hungover and without sleep is nothing new to me, but damn was I smashed Saturday morning. The memory of it makes me shiver. *Shiver*

After breakfast, Gerardo went back home, to do whatever he went to do. I went back to my house, showered and went to my Japanese class. After that I went home and slept a little.

I awoke a little later to a phone call. Made plans to go a little bar. I picked Gerardo up and we went to the bar, and lo and behold, there she was. A girl who I hadn't seen since High School, when I was about 16. A girl who I went down on once upon a time. A LONG time ago. And she waved and came to greet us. I introduced Gerardo to her and she seemed a little surprised at me introducing him as my boyfriend, but didn't make much out of it.

As we chatted, and caught up, I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She fell silent. She laughed and said that she didn't know I was gay. After what we did that time, she thought I was as straight as they get. (Really, it did nothing for me, it didn't taste good and my tongue felt numb afterwards.)

Then without giving me time to gather myself, she told me it was funny that I am gay, since she's now a lesbian.

I stared at her and asked if she was fucking around. She said she wasn't. That it's something fairly new to her but that she's real happy. I laughed hysterically for some reason. And we then proceeded to enjoy the rest of the night with our friends.

We went back to Gerardo's place, and there was some hot sex as usual, since we go at it like bunnies. :P But I'm too lazy to write details this time.

And we slept until 9 next day. Went to extended family breakfast and then we went to a mall to try and find a gift for my Mother. Mother's day is May 10th here in Mexico, by the way.

After much searching, I decided on a Coach purse. Hope she likes it. It wasn't cheap, so she better!

All in all it was a pretty busy weekend. Surprising, too. Hehe. I'm going to bed.

Now that I'm gonna be out on vacation, I should have time to make my own original layout for my blog, or fail in the process. Also a new banner. So look forward to it!

Alex-

Ha estado lloviendo seguido últimamente. Aunque mayoría de los días han sido soleados, de la nada sale una nube y empieza a caerse el cielo. Y así como viene, se va. Lo malo es que no refresca. Solo hace las cosas más humedas y bochornosas. Ya quiero que sea Otoño, para que haga más friíto.

Como mencioné en mi post previo, Gerardo vino después de su examen. Namás echamos la hueva un rato, fajando. Jaja. Y un rapidín. El tiempo estuvo perfecto el viernes, así que eso hizo que las cosas fueran mas agradables.

*No creo que lo siguiente sean spoilers, pero siempre puede haber un quisquilloso por ahí, así que... ¡aguas!*

Como a eso de las 7, nos fuímos al cine. Fuímos a ver Spider Man 3.

La película es tanto buena como mala. Es buena si la vas a ver sin expectación alguna, y no te importa que alteren la historia original, o ciertos detalles como Venom usando "I" en vez de "We". O el hecho de que esté tan enfocada en la parte de la vida personal de Peter, o lo increíblemente graciosa que es la actitud de Peter de repente.

Sin embargo, es una mala película si eres fan de los comics, porque te va a decepcionar mal pedo... Pero no dejen que mi opinión afecte la suya. En cualquier caso, es una película entretenida, y vale la pena aunque sea sólo para ver los efectos especiales.

*Ya no más spoilers*

Pasó algo gracioso en el cine. Mientras leía los blogs que frecuento, encontré un cierto post, linkeando a otro cierto post sobre un chavo quejándose de los estereotipos gay. Un post con el que estoy completamente de acuerdo.

Básicamente, trataba sobre la errónea idea que tiene la gente sobre que ser ga significa que eres un marica, o que te quieres vestir como mujer, o que hablas afeminado, etc, etc. Al menos aquí en México, esa parece ser la idea general. Y no podría estar más equivocada.

De la misma manera que lo dijo el escritor de ese post, no tengo nada en contra de los que son afeminados. No me importa como vivan los demas. Pero me asombra. Es molesto que la gente se sorprenda porque me gusta el Baseball, el Football Americano, El Tennis, el rock, indie, películas de acción, etc. Arrrrrghhhh!!!!

En fín, haciéndole honor a su fama de sociedad conservadora, mientras esperábamos en la fila, la gente se nos quedaba viendo. Nosotros seguíamos platicando sin darle importancia. Por alguna razón la conversación cambió al Tennis. Y mientras yo no hacía esfuerzo por esconder mi emoción porque pronto empieza el Roland Garros, una chava destrás de nosotros que estaba con su novio se metió en nuestra conversación. Supongo que le gusta el Tennis, sabía de lo que hablaba, y parecía tan emocionada como yo. Después dijo que nunca había conocido a un chico gay, menos a una pareja, y dijo que no esperaba que parecieramos tan "masculinos". Nos reímos y nos dimos un beso enfrente de ella. Por puro desmadre. En serio, una chava que le gustan los deportes por estas zonas es igual de difícil de encontrar que un alguien como Gerardo o yo. Equis.

Vimos la película y después regresamos a mí casa. Me tuve que cambiar la camisa por que me manchó de queso de nachos. Por pendejo.

Una vez que me cambié, nos fuímos a la peda de cumpleaños de un amigo. Me encanta tomar, me encanta el sabor. Mas rara es la vez que me pongo pedo. El viernes tomé hasta no ver. Estúpido juego. En serio, no hubiera jugado de no ser porque era el cumpleaños de mi amigo. Aún así, puta, tomé demasiado. Y también Gera.

Eran las 7 A.M. cuando los efectos empezaron a pasar. Por ésto, mucha gente se quedó a dormir en casa de mi amigo. Incluyendo a Gerardo y a mí, aunque nosotros no dormimos. Nos quedamos despiertos con nuestro amigo, ya que teníamos que ir al desayuno con mi familia de cualquier manera, y Gerardo iba a venir también.

Ahora, estar crudo y sin dormir no es nada nuevo para mí, pero chingada madre, el sábado era un muerto viviente. Recordarlo me da escalofríos.

Después del desayuno, Gerardo se fué a su depa, a hacer lo que sea que haya ido a hacer. Yo regresé a mí casa, me bañé y me fuí a mi clase de Japonés. Después regresé y me dormí un ratito.

Desperté al poco tiempo con una llamada. Hice planes para ir a un barcito. Recogí a Gerardo y nos fuímos al bar, y sorpresa, ahí estaba. Una chava que no veía desde la prepa, cuando tenía como 16. Una chava que "me comí" en tiempos de antaño. Hace MUCHO. Nos vino a saludar. Le presenté a Gerardo y parecía algo sorprendida que lo haya presentado como ni novio.

Mientras platicábamos, y nos poníamos al corriente, le pregunté si tenía novio. Se quedó callada. Se río y dijo que no sabía que era gay. Después de lo que hicimos esa vez, creía que era tan heterosexual como se puede. (La verdad es que no fué nada especial, no sabía bien, y sentía la lengua medio dormida después.)

Y luego, sin darme tiempo para prepararme, me dijo que le parecía gracioso que fuera gay, ya que ella es lesbiana ahora.

Me le quedé viendo y le pregunté si namás estaba chingando. Dijo que no. Que es algo nuevo para ella pero que está contenta. Me reí sin control por alguna razón y proseguimos a disfrutar del resto de la noche.

Gerardo y yo regresamos a su departamento, y le pusimos duro como siempre, parecemos conejos. :P Pero tengo hueva de escribir los detalles ésta vez.

Dormimos hasta como las 9. Fuímos al desayuno con mi familia extendida y después a Santa Fé a buscar un regalo para mi mamá.

Después de buscar mucho, decidí comprarle una bolsa de Coach. Espero le guste. No fué barata, así que más le vale que le guste!

Fué un fín de semana intenso. Sorprendente, también. Jeje. Me voy a hacer la meme.

Ahora que estaré de vacaciones, voy a hacer un layout original para mí blog, o moriré en el intento. Y un banner nuevo también!

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening To: The Flaming Lips - In The Morning

Mi fingertips hurt | Me duele las puntas de los dedos.

2007-05-04T14:20:00.000-05:00

WTF was I thinking cutting my nails so short. It's painful. PAINFUL I tell you.

Hah. This post was originally going to be about TV shows I watch, but seeing as how I do not have that kind of time anymore, I decided to postpone that one.

Gerardo is on his way from University now, to here, my house. And I want to cook for him, so, I'll try to write this as quick and swiftly as I can.

Random Things Galore!!!

First things first. My friend Izzi (Israel) is going to Italy for his first anniversary with his husband. Aaaaww. Congratulations you two. I'm so jealous. Seriously. Haha.

He's so excited about it, he's like a little child. It's so cute. However, now I want to plan something nice for my third (first?) Anniversary with Gerardo.

I have pondered lately, now that we got back together, when do we mark our anniversary. From where we left off, or from where we picked up from? We were only apart for 4 months, as we broke up at the end of October, and picked up at the beginning of March. So... ? Some help here, please!

What else... hmmm, oohh, Bjorks new album, Volta... addictive. I realize it's not what many people like to listen, but then again my taste in music does not appeal to the average person, either. So, hah.

Lately I've been listening to Bjork's new album, Silverchair, Feist, Whitest Boy Alive, CocoRosie, Rosebuds, Cold War Kids, Peter Bjorn & John, and the list goes on and on. Analyzing the genres according to itunes of the music I listen to, I've realized I listen to indie music much more than anything else. I Love It.

Gerardo and I are going to go watch Spider Man 3 today. It's at 7:50 PM and then we have a birthday party to go to. So, I think it's going to be a good night.

I should probably get started on the cooking now. Wonder what I'll make. I'm thinking Parmesan Risotto and Chicken Breast. Some salad too.

Anyway, I'll write again soon :)

Alex-

¿Qué demonios estaba pensando cuando decidí cortarme las uñas tan cortitas? Me duele, ME DUELE!

Éste post originalmente iba a hablar de mis series favoritas, pero como ya no tengo tanto tiempo, decidí posponerlo.

Gerardo está en camino de la Universidad, aquí, a mí casa. Y quiero cocinar para el, así que trataré de escribir ésto rápidamente.

Cosas al azar!

Primero lo primero. Mi amigo Izzi (Israel) se va a Italia para su primer aniversario con su marido. Felicidades!!! Que envidia. En serio, jaja.

Está tan emocionado que parece niño. Es lo más lindo. Sin embargo, todo ésto me ha puesto a pensar en que hacer para mi tercer (primer?) aniversario con Gerardo.

Últimamente, me he estado preguntado, ahora que hemos vuelto, ¿cuándo es nuestro aniversario? ¿Contamos desde donde cortamos, o donde nos volvimos a juntar? Sólo estuvimos separados por 4 meses, ya que cortamos al final de octubre, y nos juntamos al principio de marzo. Entonces? Algo de ayuda, por favor!

¿Qué más?... hmmm, ah, el nuevo álbum de Bjork, Volta, está adictivo. Sé que la música que escucho no es exactamente agradable para el escuchante promedio, pero chéquenlo.

Reciéntemente he estado escuchando Bjork, Silverchair, Feist, Whitest Boy Alive, CocoRosie, Rosebuds, Cold War Kids, Peter Bjorn & John, etc, etc. Analizando los géneros que les da itunes a la música que escucho, me doy cuenta que escucho indie mucho más que otras cosas. Me encanta.

Gerardo y yo vamos a ir a ver Spider Man 3 hoy. Es a las 7:50 PM y después tenemos una peda de cumpleaños. Creo que va a ser una buena noche.

Ya me debería de ir a cocinar. Me pregunto que haré. Tal vez un Risotto a la Parmesana y alguna forma de pechuga de pollo. Y alguna ensalada.

En fín, escribo pronto de nuevo. :)

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening To: Bjork - Earth Intruders

I'm Alive! | Estoy Vivo!

2007-05-01T02:47:00.000-05:00

Well, that was an interesting turn of events. I'm fine! Those that worried, worry no more.

So, I should begin at the beginning?

Monday was the dreaded day. Or was it Tuesday? This information eludes me, but the point is that I was sick to hell during the past week. Anywho, on one of those 2 days, we had a thunderstorm and this little fella brought me a nice bang and a flash that I swear fell right outside my house.

As I was minding my own business, thunder struck. My internet went out. I figured, "It probably was a power surge, it'll be back any moment now.". But it never came back. I checked the modem, and lo and behold, it was fried.

I was sad. The only thing that kept me entertained while house arrested (didn't want to infect anyone with whatever I had, mind you.) was taken away, just like that. Oh, it was tragic. And by tragic I mean cataclysmic.

Not having internet did give me the opportunity to do other things though. I rested more so I got healthy faster. Played Need for Speed: Carbon on my Wii, now it's fully unlocked, . I'm such a geek. Blablabla.

What else... oh yeah, because I was sick, I told Gerardo not to come see me. That got him a little annoyed but I didn't mind it much. The next day, I denied him again. This time he got pissed. Oh boy, was I in for hours upon hours of whining. OK fine, I whined too. Was up till about 2 AM on the phone with him, on passive aggressive mode. Luckily, that fight was short lived, and the next day I let him come see me and suddenly everything was fine.

So... when he came to visit, I had to get my medicine, right? Haha, oh, that sounds so wrong. But, it's true. I blew him, and got my medicine. And it was good medicine. I felt powered up instantly. Haha.

And, I got to hang out with my friend who I hadn't seen in a while. He argued he wasn't really avoiding me, just had been ultra busy. I bought into it. I don't care, I got my friendship back. So, that's good.

So, it was a pretty uneventful week. I mean, I slept most of the week, so I didn't get to do anything exciting. My modem took long to arrive, but at least now I have wireless intarwebz.

I had a dream, were Pluto became a planet again. One day, my friend, one day. Oh Pluto, I miss you so.

And now that I got my modem, it seems one of my friends got pissed at me because apparently I put everything else before him who did nothing but worry about me all week. For that, I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't notice my douchebaggery. =(

That's it for now, boring week. This is my final week in Uni. Vacations are so close, I can smell them! So during vacations I'll have plenty to write about hopefully.

It also seems I will be working half time during summer in a Biomedical Engineering company a friend of my father runs. At least I hope it helps my resume? We'll see.

Tomorrow (today) is May 1st, Labor Day. No classes. No work. No anything.

Oh, and before I forget. Should anyone dare wish me a "happy 5 de mayo" I will smack you silly. Contrary to popular belief, it's not an important Latino festivity (hell, it's only Mexican), and it's only a celebration of when we defeated France in a battle. My history sucks, but if I recall correctly, 3 days later the French came back to kick our ass, anyway.

So, that's it for this post. :D Hugs to all!

Alex-

Bueno, pues estuvo interesante todo. Estoy bien! Todos los que se habían preocupado, despreocúpense.

Entonces, empiezo por el principio?

El lunes fué el día maldito. O fué el martes? Pues el dato me evade, pero el punto es que estuve enfermo como la chingada toda la semana pasada. Y fué en uno de esos dos días que tuvimos tormenta eléctrica, y muy buena onda cayó con toda la fuerza casi afuera de mi casa.

Mientras hacía lo que siempre hago, cayó un trueno. Mi internet se murió. Yo supuse que seguro había sido un exceso de corriente y que regresaría pronto. Pero no lo hizo. No volvió. Entonces chequé mi modem, y como era de esperarse, estaba frito.

Me puse triste. Lo único que me entretenía mientras estaba de arresto domiciliario (no quería infectar a nadie con lo que tenía) fué arrancado de mí. Fué trágico, y con trágico, realmente quiero decir cataclismico.

Eso sí, no tener internet me dió la oportunidad de hacer otras cosas. Descansé más y me mejoré más rapido. Jugué Need for Speed: Carbon en mi Wii, y ahora está todo completo. Soy un geek. Blablabla.

Que más... ah sí, como estaba enfermo, le dije a Gerardo que no me viniera a ver. Se molestó un poco, pero no le dí mucha importancia. Al siguiente día, le dije que no viniera otra vez. Se encabronó. Bueno, estuvimos chillando por horas. Y no de lagrimas, pero discutiendo. Hasta las 2 AM me quedé hablando con el, en modo pasivo agresivo. Por suerte, no duramos mucho enojados, ya que al siguiente día lo dejé venir a visitarme y ya todo estaba bien.

Así que cuando vino... tenía que tomarme mi medicina, no? Jaja, eso suena tan mal. Pero, es cierto. Se la mamé, y me tomé mi medicina. Y ya ven lo que dicen de Vitacilina... "Ah que buena medicina". Me sentí con energía al instante! Jaja

Y, pude pasar tiempo con mi amigo que no había visto en un rato. Según el que no estaba evadiéndome, sino que simplemente estaba ocupado. Me la creí. No me importa, he recuperado su amistad. Así que eso es bueno.

Pues, fué una semana sin más. Digo, dormí la mayoría de ella, así que no hice nada emocionante. Mi modem se tardó en llegar, pero por lo menos ahora tengo internet inalámbrico.

Soñé que Plutón era planeta otra vez. Te extraño, amigo. Algún día, algún día.

Y ahora que tengo mi modem, uno de mis amigos se enojó conmigo por que aparentemente pongo todo antes de él que no hizo nada más que preocuparse por mí toda la semana. Lo siento. A veces soy un idiota distraído. =(

Eso es todo por ahora, semana aburrida. Ésta es mi semana final en la Uni. Las vacaciones están tan cerca que puedo olerlas! Así que durante las vacaciones, tendré mucho de que escribir. Ojalá.

Parece ser también que estaré trabajando medio tiempo en una compañía de Ingeniería Biomédica de un amigo de mi Papá. ¿Al menos se va a ver bien en mi currículum? Ya veremos.

Mañana (hoy) es primero de mayo, día del trabajo. No hay clases. No hay trabajo. Nada.

Eso es todo :D Abrazos a todos!

Alex-

Listening to/Escuchando: Mil Horas - Los Tipitos (Tributo a Andrés Calamaro)

Do you believe in ghosts? | ¿Crees en los fantasmas?

2007-04-23T18:45:00.000-05:00

Yesterday and today have been awful. I've been sick as hell.

I was perfectly fine till noon yesterday, and suddenly, my head started to ache. I was shivering and my body hurt everywhere. I felt as if a truck had run me over, and it had been a pretty big truck. Now I'm here, with same symptoms (though to a much lesser extent) and skipped classes.

Gerardo stayed with me yesterday, just holding me, while I slept all afternoon. I hope he didn't catch whatever I have.

Anyway, today's post is about ghosts. Boo.

Being a man of science, logic dictates that ghosts aren't real. But every now and then, I confront a situation that makes me question myself.

It all started when we came here first.

In the living room, first day, a hole in the ground, as big as half the room. Like something had burst out. The furniture thrown into the walls, and everything covered in dust.

Ever since I can remember, always more during Autumn than any other season curiously, you can see someone walking around. Don't know if the same person. But you just see "someone". You hear footsteps, you hear as if someone was going up or down the stairs, doors open and close. My doors don't shut easy, you have to turn the knob almost always, yet out of the blue doors will close slowly and calmly.

Once, while I was helping my mother cook, all the drawers came out flying. Another time, back when my oldest brother still lived with us and played the drums, more than one night you could hear the sound of cymbals crashing.

Another instance, when my dog was still alive, and when we used to let him sleep inside the house when it was cold outside, he got so scared, he jumped the barricade we used to put so he didn't go into other areas of the house. He was shaking and panting uncontrollably and wouldn't go back. And not only that time. At random he'd stand and growl at empty space. Or simply run away whimpering.

Another time, again in the kitchen, while I was dicing an onion, I remember how I distinctively felt someone pull on my shirt from behind. And when I turned... surprise, suprise, no one's there.

I could go on forever and ever with the list, but the reason for this post is because yesterday once again an event happened. While I slept, after Gerardo had left, and it was about... 2 AM. I awoke startled by the sound of what seemed like every dish in the house just broke at the same time. Not only I heard it, everyone else in the house did. We all ran out of our rooms and our father went and got his gun; my brother and I, our baseball bats... haha. We went down... nothing... not a single plate broken. Explain that.

Has anyone else had similar experiences?

Alex-

Ayer y hoy han sido espantosos. He estado enfermísimo.

Estaba perfecto hasta mediodía de ayer, y de repente, me empezó a doler la cabeza. Tenía escalofríos y me dolía todo el cuerpo. Parecía que me había atropellado un camión, y era un camión bastante grande. Ahora estoy aquí, mismos síntomas (menos que ayer) y no fuí a clases.

Gerardo se quedó conmigo ayer, abrazándome, mientras dormía toda la tarde. Espero no haberlo contagiado.

En fín, el post de hoy es sobre fantasmas. Buu.

Siendo un hombre que cree en la ciencia, mi lógica me dice que los fantasmas no existen. Pero de vez en cuando, algo pasa que me hace cuestionar esa convicción.

Todo empezó cuando llegamos aquí.

En la sala, el primer día, un hoyo en el suelo, tan grande como mitad del cuarto. Como algo hubiera salido de abajo. Los muebles contra la pared, y todo cubierto de polvo.

Desde que me acuerdo, siempre durante otoño más que en otras estaciones curiosamente, se puede ver a alguién caminando. No sé si es la misma persona. Pero se ve "alguién". Se escuchan pasos y como si alguien subiera o bajara las escaleras, puertas que se abren y cierran. Mis puertas no cierran fácilmente, tienes que darle vuelta a la perilla casi siempre, sin embargo, la puertas se cierran despacio y con calma de la nada.

Una vez, mientras ayudaba a mi jefa a cocinar, todos los cajones salieron volando. Otra vez, cuando mi hermano mayor aún vivía con nosotros y tocaba la batería, en más de una ocasión se escuchaba como si los platillos chocaran.

En otra ocasión, cuando mi perra estaba vivo, y cuando lo dejábamos dormir adentro cuando hacía mucho frío, se asustó tanto, que saltó la barricada que le poníamos para que no se fuera a otras áreas. Estaba temblando incontrolablemente y no quería regresar. Y no sólo esa vez. Al azar se paraba y le gruñía a la nada. O salía corriendo llorando.

También una vez, en la cocina, mientras cortaba una cebolla, recuerdo como sentí claramente alguién jalándome la camisa por detrás. Y cuando me volteé... sorpresa, no había nadie.

Podría seguir con la lista, pero la razón de este post es que ayer algo pasó. Mientras dormía, cuando Gerardo ya se había ido, y eran como las 2 AM. Desperté asustado por el ruido de lo que parecía sonar como toda la vajilla de la casa rompiéndose al mismo tiempo. No solo yo lo escuché, todos en la casa lo hicieron también. Salimos corriendo de nuestros cuartos y mi jefe fué por su pistola; mi hermano y yo, nuestros bats de baseball... jaja. Bajamos... y nada, ni un sólo plato roto. Expliquen eso.

¿Alguién ha tenido experiencias similares?

Alex-

Listening To/Escuchando: Deep Dish - Say Hello (Radio Edit)

Candy! | Dulces!

2007-04-22T03:29:00.000-05:00

Just watch and enjoy:

After I watched this commercial today at Gerardo's apartment, I just had to run out and see if I could find some. I'm a victim of publicity!

I ran down the stairs (elevators are just for going up I say!), and across the street into the candy store. And assaulted the vendor.

I didn't find any though...

So I just bought a lollipop and went back.

This weekend was fun and double fun.

Last night we went to a party, a bit far from my place but not too bad. I had a great time with my friends and Gera. I think it's really nice how, at least in the circles we move in, we do not have to worry about what people may think. (Not that we'd care.) But it's nice not having people judge you all the time based on your sexual preference. I think I've mentioned before that neither Gera, nor me, are into the gay scene. It's just really not our cup of tea. We don't even fit in. Haha. So, not frequenting places where gay guys are the majority can be a little... interesting at times, for lack of a better word.

Anyway, the party was good and then we went back to his place. That night was hawt if you catch my drift ;).

We didn't sleep. After making love (oh that's so cheesy but so, so the only way I can describe it) we just stayed there kissing and talking about whatever. And then, at 7 AM or so, we got up and showered to head out to breakfast with my family (Saturdays breakfast with immediate family, Sundays with everyone and their mom, literally.)

I spent all day with him, he even came along to Japanese class. Poor thing was bored out of his mind, hahahaha. And after, we went back to his place again.

Fast forward to me going back up with my lollipop. And as I came into the apartment, I noticed he was wearing nothing but his briefs. He was gonna get in the shower, since we went out to a place called Pasagüero tonight, where they play very nice music, indie stuff and such. Whitey played tonight. (Fucken' awesome!)

Back on track, he was wearing briefs. Needless to say, I changed "lollipops" in a flash, and not very long after, I was getting to the center of the tootsie pop. No biting allowed :P.... OK, some very slight biting.

Now we're back here home, and he is sound asleep, and I'm suffering from insomnia, once again. *sigh* Oh well. Least you guys get more to read!

Ah! I miss my friend Izzi! Haven't seen him around, no MSN no cellphone messages (or phone calls for the matter) that bastard, gonna have to kick his ass and teach him a lesson or two on not abandoning me. (Totally random, I know.)

So, last post I made a comment on how people tell me I make my boyfriend sound more good looking than he really is. So, I will now submit him to vote. Yeah, he allowed me to post his pic, though he'll never read my blog mwahahaha, he got annoyed but I managed to keep the link a secret! Though I'm pretty sure he already found it. I googled alex+gerardo+boyfriend the other day and guess what came up as the number one result...

OK... so, here's a pic of us and of him alone, don't ask for more, cam is dead at zeh moment, the other pics are not for others to see (not dirty pics, but just... all mine). So... what you guys think? I think I did pretty good. :P (Yes, I realize I look like crap in the pic, was regrowing my mustache, thanks.)

Yeah, he has sunglasses on, but I thought he looked pretty hot in this one.

OK fine, I don't like how I look in that picture, so one of me too! (With Wii fun added, and if you comment on my bedroom and how childish it looks, I will kill, you hear me?!)

Alex-

Cuando ví este comercial hoy, en el depa de Gerardo, tuve que salir corriendo a ver si los encontraba. Soy víctima de la publicidad.

Corrí abajo (los elevadores son sólo para subir digo yo), y cruzé la calle para llegar a la tienda de dulces. Asalté al vendedor!

Pero no había...

Compré una paleta y me regresé.

Éste fin fue muy divertido.

Anoche, fuimos a una peda, un poco lejos de mi casa pero no mucho. Me divertí mucho con mis amigos y Gera. Creo que es genial como, al menos en las esferas en que nos movemos, no nos tenemos que preocupar de el "que dirán". (No que nos importe.) Pero es bonito no tener a la gente juzgándote por tu preferencia sexual. Creo que lo he mencionado antes, ni Gera, ni yo nos gusta la "gay scene". No es lo nuestro. Ni siquiera encajamos. Jaja. Así que, sin frencuentar lugares donde la mayoría sea gay, las cosas se pueden poner algo... interesantes, por decirlo así.

En fín, la peda estuvo buena, y regresamos a su depa. Esa noche fue candente, si saben a lo que me refiero ;).

No dormimos. Después de hacer el amor (si, cursi pero no hay otra manera de describirlo) nos quedamos besándonos y hablando. Y luego, como a eso de las 7 AM, nos metimos a bañar para salir a desayunar con mi familia (sábados con mi familia nuclar, domingos con todos los demás).

Pasamos todo el día junto, hasta me acompañó a mi clase de Japonés. El pobre estaba que se caía de aburrimiento. Jeje. Y después, fuimos a su casa otra vez.

Adelantémonos otra vez a mi paleta. Cuando entré al depa, me dí cuenta que Gera no traía nada puesto más que sus briefs. Se iba a meter a bañar, ya que salimos a un lugar llamado Pasagüero, donde tocan música muy buena, como indie y eso. Whitey tocó hoy. (Genial!)

Bueno a lo que iba. Traía briefs. No es necesario decir que cambié "paletas" al instante, y no mucho después, estaba saboreando el interior. Morder esta prohibido... bueno, no del todo :P.

Ahora estamos aquí de regreso, y el está profundamente dormido, y yo tengo insomnia, otra vez. Bueno, al menos ya tienen algo más que leer!

Ah! Extraño a mi amigo Izzi! No lo he visto, ni en el MSN ni en mensajitos (o llamadas). Méndigo. Le voy a tener que partir su maiz para que aprenda a no abandonarme.

La última vez, mencioné que hay gente que me dice que mi novio no es tan guapo como yo digo. Así que ahí están las fotos para que ustedes juzguen. Y si se burlan de mi cuarto, los mato.

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening To: Whitey - Wrap It Up

Did you know you're beautiful? | ¿Sabías qué eres hermoso?

2007-04-19T02:15:00.000-05:00

Wednesdays are my longest days at Uni. I go from 9 AM to 8 PM. (I know, right?)

As such, I always end up incredibly exhausted, so all I really want to do is relax after. And the following is one of the reasons why I love my boyfriend so much.

I arrived home a little after 8. I didn't even bother getting on MSN. All I did was collapse on my bed and rest. The house was lonely. Everyone was out it seemed. At least it was peaceful.

I was starting to drift off into lala land, when I heard someone at the gate.

Snarling, I managed to get up and head out to see who it was. I asked who it was, and on the other side Gerardo answered, "It's me.". I opened up and he had a bag with him, with all sorts of crap I like. Cookies and Cream ice cream, Reeses mini, Canada Dry, etc. My perdition in junk food. Hahaha. He said: "I thought you might like to spend sometime with your boyfriend, so I came to pamper you.". I kissed him.

We came back into the house, and sat on the carpet, in the living room. He gave me a long kiss and after, I proceeded to devour the yummies brought. Ginger Ale is the most awesome non-alcoholic drink man has known. I'm serious!

As we watched TV, laying there, with his arm around my waist, and using one of those puff thing seats w/e you call them as a pillow, we fell asleep.

I woke up a bit later, and I turned around to watch him a bit. The room was dark, and the only light was the TV. He appeared so serene and joyful asleep. I could not believe how gorgeous he looked.

Some people have said that he's not that good looking as I make him to be. Maybe I am biased, but I'm always breathless for him. So I just laid there, on my side, looking at him, and not long after, he woke up. He smiled and kissed me. I Love him so.

He left after a little while; it was getting late, and University is evil.

Now I'm left with insomnia, so I wrote this.

Alex-

Los miercoles son los días más largos en la Universidad. Voy de 9 AM a 8 PM. (Sí, ya sé.)

Por ésto, siempre acabo increíblemente exhausto, así que lo único que quiero es relajarme. Y lo que a continuación escribo, es una de las razones por las que amo a mi novio tanto.

Llegué a casa un poco después de las 8. Ni siquiera me molesté en conectarme al MSN. Sólo me colapsé en la cama y descansé un ratito. La casa estaba sola. Al parecer, todos habían salido. Por lo menos estaba tranquilo.

Me empezaba a quedar dormido, cuando escuché a alguien en el portón.

Gruñendo, me levanté para salir a ver quien era. Pregunté quien era, y del otro lado, Gerado contestó, "Soy yo.". Abrí y traía una bolsa con puras madres que me gustan. Helado de Cookies and Cream, Reeses mini, Canada Dry, etc. Mi perdición en comida chatarra. Jajaja. Él dijo: "Me imaginé que querías estar con tu novio, así que vine a apapacharte.". Lo besé.

Nos metimos a la casa, y nos sentamos sobre la alfombra, en el living. Me dió un beso largo, y después, me empezé a devorar las golosinas que me trajo. Ginger Ale es la bebida más asombrosa conocida por el hombre. En serio!

Mientras veíamos la tele, acostados ahí, con su brazo alrededor de mí, usando uno de los puffs esos como almohada, nos quedamos dormidos.

Desperté un poco más tarde, y me volteé para observarlo un poco. El cuarto estaba oscuro, y la única luz que lo iluminaba provenía de la TV. Parecía sereno y contento dormido. No podía creer cuan hermoso se veía.

Algunos dicen que exagero y que no está tan guapo. Tal vez no sea objetivo, pero a mí me deja sin aliento. Así que me quedé ahí acostado, viéndolo, y no mucho después, se despertó. Me sonrió y me besó. ¡Cuánto lo amo!

Se fué al poco tiempo; ya era tarde, y la Universidad es mala!

Ahora me dió insomnio, así que escribí ésto.

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening To: Eric Clapton - Change the World

Of today and the weekend. | Sobre hoy y el fin de semana.

2007-04-16T16:11:00.000-05:00

Before I go on to write about my ramblings...

I would like to pay my respects to all those who lost their lives in today's shooting at Virginia Tech. I do not believe in God, and hence I do not believe in Heaven. The only reason I wear a cross is because my father is very religious, and he gave it to me so I rarely take it off. But if I'm wrong, and there is a God, and there is a Heaven, I hope and wish that the souls of those who ceased to live today, are there.

Rest In Peace.

The weekend was an average one, on Friday I went out to eat with my Mother after class. We went to an Italian restaurant, and ate to our hearts contempt. After that, she kidnapped me and decided I should accompany her and buy an outfit. So we went to Palacio de Hierro, which is a Department Store, and of course, I took advantage of the whole situation and bought a pair of shoes.

I wanted these but they weren't in, so I settled for others which I can't find a pic of. (Clicky)

I hope they get a pair on my size soon. I wants, I wants!!!!!!

I saw a pair of Ecko tennis shoes on a mag. Thought they were somewhat cool. These to be exact:

However, if I had found out in time that Sixten (my favorite street artist) had designed these and there were only 610 made. I would've spilled blood for them!

Anyway, after I came home and while I made plans to go out I chatted on MSN with beloved friends. It's always nice to speak with people who you can be yourself with, is it not? I'm surrounded by a lot of hypocrisy, at University, because I have the luck of going to a Uni with lots of superficial people. But, oh well, the few good make everything worth it.

I went out to a partaaay, with Gerardo and some other cool people. I got home fairly early though, around 2 something A.M. But I just couldn't keep up. I suppose I hadn't recovered all my strength from Cancún. Taking it's toll on me, or something.

Then came Saturday. Oh yes, Saturday <3. Saturday mornings we usually go out to breakfast with parents. But this Saturday my Father was nuked so I got to stay in bed, yay. However, this Saturday I had Japanese Classes again so, hungover, I had to attend class. I enjoy Japanese class, so it wasn't as bad as you may think. :)

After class I came back home, and got on MSN (it's my sole addiction, haha) and chatted for a while. Love chatting on MSN!! That night Gerardo came and picked me up so we could go out again. We did and this time got home a bit later. He stayed over (no, no sex :P our relationship is more than that, for those who thought otherwise :)!) and we just cuddled.

Now Sundays, Sundays we ALWAYS have to go to Family Breakfast. (With everyone who lives in the city anyway) and some occasional visitors. So, we had to wake up early and shower and get ready to go out to it. As usual, it went by with the same events, which include some kind of topic to debate about, and just general chatter. Nothing too interesting. It gets interesting when one of my Uncles who is a priest comes though, but I'll write about it when he does actually come.

After breakfast I decided to go with Gera to a mall, I got a Wii game and saw a pair of jeans that were really nice, but unfortunately I wasn't carrying enough money to afford them. So blah! And after that we went to watch a Mexican movie called "Cuando las cosas suceden" or "When things happen". It's a decent movie, I enjoyed it, so you should totally watch it.

Anyway, once we got done with the movie he dropped me at my house and he went to do some homework. It was a good weekend.

Now I should really pay attention in class instead of typing this, haha.

Alex-

Este fín de semana estuvo dos, dos. El viernes fuí a comer con mi Mamá después de clases. Fuimos a un restaurante italiano y comimos hasta reventar. Después me secuestró y decidió que la iba a acompañar a comprar algo que ponerse. Así que fuimos a Palacio de Hierro, y claro, me aproveché de la situación y compré unos tennis.

Quería estos, pero no los tenían, así que me conformé con otros, pero no puedo encontrar foto de ellos. (Cliquenle)
Espero pronto tengan un par en mi tamaño. Quello! Quello!

Ví unos tennis de Ecko en una revista. Se me hicieron algo chidos. Éstos para ser exacto:

Aunque si hubiera sabido a tiempo que Sixten (mi street artist favorito) había diseñado estoy y solo se hicieron 610... Hubiera matado por ellos!

En fín, después de llegar a mi casa, y mientras me hacía planes para salir, me metí al MSN y me puse a platicar con gente que quiero mucho. Siempre es lindo platicar con gente con la que puedes ser tú mismo, no? Estoy rodeado de hipocresía, en la Universidad, por que tengo la suerte de ir a una Uni con mucha gente superficial. Pero los que son buenos, valen la pena.

Salí a una peda con Gerardo y otra gente chida. Pero llegué medio temprano, como a las 2 y cacho. Es que no podía conmigo mismo. Yo creo que todavía no me recuperaba de Cancún. Me la está cobrando el cuerpo.

Y llegó el Sábadrinks. Oh si, sábado<3. Las mañanas del Sábado usualmente salgo a desayunar con mis jefes. Pero este sábado mi jefe estaba destruído, así que me quedé dormido otro ratito, yay. Sin embargo, el sábado tuve clase de Japonés, y con cruda... bueno. Pero me encanta ir, así que no fué tan malo.

Después de clase regresé a mi casa, me metí al MSN (es mi adicción, jaja) y chateé por un rato. Me encanta chatear en el MSN!! Esa noche Gerardo me recogió y salimos otra vez. Ésta vez llegamos un poco más tarde. Se quedó a dormir (no, no hubo sexo, nuestra relación es más que eso, para los que lo creían de otra forma :)!) y nos acurrucamos.

Ahora el domingo, el domingo SIEMPRE tengo que ir a desayunar con toda mi familia. (Bueno, al menos los que viven en la ciudad) y otros visitantes. Así que, nos tuvimos que levantar temprano, y arreglarnos para salir. Como siempre, pasó sin más, lo mismo de siempre, algo de debate, y chisme. Nada interesante. Se pone interesante cuando mi Tío que es padre viene, pero les cuento de eso un día que venga.

Después de desayunar, fuí con Gera a Santa Fé. Compré un juego de Wii y ví unos jeans bien, BIEN lindos, pero no traía suficiente dinero, así que no los pude comprar. Después vimos la película "Cuando las cosas suceden". Está decente, véanla, yo la disfruté.

En fín, cuando acabó la película, me dejó en mi casa y se fué a hacer tarea. Fué un buen fin.

Alex-

Listening to/Escuchando: Teacher rambling about X-rays.

I feel good | Me siento bien

2007-04-14T19:19:00.000-05:00

Was an intense day! Japanese class again and being hung over for it didn't help either! Haha, but this post is short, as I will now make something to eat and then I'll probably go out, we'll see. :)

Pues fué un día intenso! Otra vez con la clase de Japonés y pués medio crudo tampoco ayuda! Jaja, pero este post es cortito, por que me voy a hacer de comer, y luego voy a salir o algo así, ya veremos. Cui. :p

Alex

Confessions | Confesiones

2007-04-12T19:03:00.000-05:00

In light of recent events, I felt a little crappy about it all. And, maybe it was because I kept thinking about it, going about it... whatever.

So came the time that guilt started eating at me. I felt deceitful.

Yesterday, after school, I went back home and then went over to Gerardo's place. We had originally planned to go out to dinner, but we both got lazy so we just ordered nourishment... well, I'm not sure how much of a nourishment pizza is, but, it must have some kind of nutrients in it.

We laid in bed kissing and cuddling for a while. We were just talking about our day. Obviously his wasn't as bad as mine seeing as how I have school up to 8 PM on Wednesdays. Gah, I hate that day so much. Well, towards the end of the day, at around 7:30 it wasn't so bad. =)

As I was saying, we were just hanging around, and then a movie I'm sure many have watched called "K-19, The Widowmaker" came on, so we watched it. And as we watched it, the feeling started creeping on me again. And I thought it was unbearable.

I decided to tell him, that I had met someone who had shaken my foundation, but that it wasn't going to affect us in anyway, at least not anymore. And he asked me questions about him. After answering, he kissed me and said that I was silly for thinking he would be jealous about someone who lives so far away from me. He laid down next to me again, and cuddled me and kissed me and then said that I'm no one's but his, that he would see to us never parting ways again, because he loved me too much to let me go. And then he started going like "Who loves you?".

Hehe, cheeeeeesyyyyyyyyyy haha, I love it.

We kept watching the movie and then he jumped in the shower. At first I didn't join him because I shower in the mornings. But I just decided to shower at both times so I hopped in with him and after the shower we went to sleep.

I didn't bring any clothes since I just stopped by my house to drop my stuff, so I had to wear something of his. He's not a stick like I am, so his jeans were baggy and I could barely keep them on with a belt. On the bright side, though, I didn't have anything to write on so even though my study ethic demanded I write down notes, I couldn't. Hahaha. (OK, fine, I could always ask for paper and a pen, but really...)

Anyway, today has been a good day. After class anyway, no laptop makes Alex sad while at Uni!

Yeah, I just spoke in third person.

Alex-

P.S. Totally check out the song, mmmmmmhmmm, bet you don't get to listen to that a lot, do ya?

Debido a eventos recientes, me sentí un poco de la patada ayer. Y tal vez haya sido por que seguía dándole vueltas al asunto... bueno, equis.

Invariablemente, me invadió el sentimiento de culpa. Me sentía infiel.

Ayer, después de la Uni, regresé a mi casa y después fui al depa de Gerardo. Habíamos quedado en salir a cenar, pero nos dio hueva y mejor pedimos nutrición... bueno, no estoy seguro de que tan nutritiva sea la pizza, pero, debe de tener algo bueno.

Nos dimos besitos y nos quedamos acurrucados por un ratito. Hablamos de nuestro día. Obvio el suyo no fué tan malo ya que yo tengo clases hasta las 8 en miércoles. Odio los miércoles! Pero, al final del día, por las 7:30, no estuvo tan mal. =)

Como decía, namás estábamos echándola, y luego empezó una movie que estoy seguro muchos han visto. Se llama "K-19, The Widowmaker". Así que la vimos. Y mientras la veíamos, el sentimiento se empezó a hacer presente de nuevo. Y pensé que era insoportable.

Así que decidí decirle, que había conocido a alguien que me movió el tapete, pero que ya no nos iba a afectar, al menos ya no. Y me preguntó cosas sobre él. Despues de contestarle, me beso y dijo que era tonto por pensar que se pondría celoso de alguien que vive tan lejos de mí. Se volvió a acostar junto a mí, nos acurrucamos y me besó y dijo que soy sólo suyo, y que el se encargaba de nunca no separásemos otra vez, por que me ama demsiado como para dejarme ir. Y después empezó con "Quien lo ama?".

Super cheesy, y me encanta. Jaja.

Seguimos viendo la película y después el se metió a bañar. Al principio no me le uní por que me baño en las mañanas. Pero decidí bañarme las dos veces y me metí con él. Después nos fuimos a dormir.

No traje ropa por que sólo pase a mi casa a dejar mis cosas, así que me tuve que poner algo suyo. No es un palo como yo, entonces sus jeans me quedaban wangos, y con trabajo no se me caían. Por el lado bueno, no tenía con que escribir así que no tomé notas a pesar de que mí ética de estudio me pedía a gritos que pidiera papel y algo con que escribir.

Pues, hoy fué un buen día. Al menos después de clase. Alex sin laptop es triste.

Sí, hablé en tercera persona.

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening To: Kumbia Kings - Na na na (Mi Dulce Niña)

Cancún

2007-04-09T09:42:00.000-05:00

So, time for zeh post. Well, what to say. LOOOONG post, do not proceed unless you have TIME. OK not that long but it felt longer.

Well, to begin with, I made it a bit later than expected to the Airport, but it was ok, nothing groundbreaking. It was all Gerardo's fault too. He just wouldn't leave without his fucking hat.

Anyway, we finally found it and then we left to the airport. Friends were all already there, expecting us. We checked in, said goodbye to my brother who drove us to the airport and then we went with our friends to have breakfast while we waited for our flight.

When we were boarding, there was this lady (I say lady because I'm not a disrespectful guy), who saw us holding hands. She made a comment to her son along the lines of: "See son, that's the kind of thing that'll send you to hell.". To which Gerardo answered with instantly turning around and kissing me. Ah, yes. Living in a catholic country doesn't get any better.

No, there was no airplane sex :P don't get your hopes up. Besides, the religious woman nearly fainted when we kissed, so us having sex would have probably killed her :P. Damn... why didn't we then?

When we arrived at the airport in Cancún, that smell the air has when you go to the beach, gave me a high. I was fucking hyper from then after. We got to the hotel, got our all-inclusive bracelets, and settled in the rooms. And we decided to totally hit the beach.

So, we changed into our bathing suits (OK fine, we had sex before leaving the room ^.~) and then went out. Went into the water, and played for a lil while before we laid down beneath a palm thingy hut, and ordered some drinks. I love the Caribbean sea. Don't you, too?

After splashing for a while, we went back to our rooms to change and went to eat dinner at one of the restaurants in the hotel. I stuffed myself. Haha. And we stayed a lil talking. Once our tummies were not as blown anymore we went to the bar to start on the drinks again.

Weather was a bit bitchy, but not too bad, so it was enjoyable. I don't know if it rained, I didn't notice if it did, but one of the days we had thunderstorm. Hehe.

Anyway, that night we went to a place called Glazz. They played electronic music, and they had like 20 different kinds of Martini's or something, which I probably tasted them all. Haha, j/k but yeah it was a fun place. And after that we walked back to the hotel. Gerardo started to act like he did before our relationship went to shit before. I felt really good.

When we got to the hotel I jumped him and kissed the hell out of him. I was a man possessed. I sexed him up all night long (a whole 2 hours before the sun started to show haha). Anyway, we didn't sleep, we hopped in the shower and then we went to walk in the beach for a lil while and then to breakfast. I was still a bit buzzed but I came down from it almost instantly with breakfast and the insane amount of salsa I put on it.

After that we went back to the room to rest a bit, we cuddled and kissed, and then we went to the pool. Hehe, I really like to swim, so we spent quite a bit in the water. Till we were shriveled like prunes. And then once again, we hit the beach. Ate some while on the beach too.

After that, we went to a plaza called Plaza la Isla, and went to the Aquarium. Dolphins are so cute. Haha. We also ate there, and just walked around for a bit and visited the stores. (Didn't buy anything, really, what's the point if I can buy them here too?)

We went back to the hotel and got dressed to go to Dady Rock, which is sort of a bar mixed with a restaurant. There's Karaoke and stuff haha, a hot guy contest (at least 4/5 of those guys were totally gay too, haha), and rock and roll. Dinner was yum, yum too.

We left and went to Dady'O and just partied all night once again. Haha. Some girl started hitting on me, and I only giggled at how she was throwing herself at me. She then snapped and started going off on me asking if I didn't find her hot enough or what (she was really pretty to be quite honest), and I could only laugh more. I guess it was somewhat mean, so I felt bad after laughing and told her I was gay. She didn't believe me, so I kissed Gerardo in front of her. Only then did she leave me at peace.

We left Dady'O at like 4, and went to this place which name still eludes me but it was in the open, next to the beach. We went back to the hotel and we sneaked out into the beach and Gerardo and I laid together under one of those palm huts whatever their name is in English (palapas), cuddling and snuggling till we saw the sun rise. We then drank an energy drink so we could stay awake, haha. Aaaaand, more breakfast.

That day we went Scuba Diving, we saw a Manta Ray and I was scared, haha. It was so cool, though. And maybe some of you might make a joke with you know what.... so :p since half my often readers are Aussie, don't make a joke. Anywaaaay, we visited this small island which I again forgot it's name near where we went Scuba Diving, and it was nice. We ate at this small place by the beach too. Best Garlic Shrimp I've ever had.

Following that we went back to mainland and we went to the Pool again. Swam a bit, played around and had general fun. All of this of course while consuming more drinks. Damn those drunks.

After, we got ready to go out to La Boom, but first we went for dinner at The Shrimp Bucket (mmmm) and then to the club. More dancing, haha. Oh gosh, haha. Just remembering it makes me blush because I'm super shy for dancing.

We didn't leave too late, we really needed some kind of sleep haha, so we went back to the hotel and when I was in, I just dropped on the bed... Gerardo had other plans. He literally ripped my clothes off. I was like... "Stop it" *giggles* "No don't" *more giggles* "Oh keep going" *not giggles*...

Hot portion coming up ;)

So, he started kissing my neck and then took his shirt and pants off. And jumped on me on our bed. He was fondling me all over, I had no control. I could only feel his hands running my entire body, caressing, kissing me, rubbing me.

He started going down on me, kissing my chest, playing with my nipples. My tummy, and then when he got to my cock, he started licking my balls and jerking me off. As he sucked me off, he kept playing with my ass. He wouldn't stop even when I begged, and he kept going on and on. I just twitched in the bed as he kept commanding my body.

He flipped me over on my knees and started rimming me while he stroked my cock more. I couldn't hold it anymore, I was about to blow and I think he could tell. So he stopped, and on his knees, arched himself back and I started to suck him off. He was leaking lots of precum and it tasted so fucking good. I've mentioned before that he's BIG, so as usual it was hard to deepthroat him, but I managed ;).

At one point, while I sucked him off, he bent over to whisper into my ear and between moans and some breathing, he said in the sweetest way ever: "You're everything I need. I love you." And leaned down to suck me off at the same time.

I was gobbling him up badly. Like, if I was a hungry kid who hadn't been fed in a long time. And so was he. At one point, I did not know if he was close to cumming or not, but I was, so I warned him and he didn't stop, he kept going, until I came in his mouth and a few seconds after he came in mine. He tastes so good, it's not even funny.

He licked his lips after swallowing my cum and just smiled, I smiled back. He got on top of me again and kept kissing me more while our cocks rubbed each other. Not long after he was already rock hard again, so he flipped me on my back once more and started wetting me up for him. Putting 1 finger in first, and I loved it. Then when I was more loosened up, he put a second finger in. I told him I wanted him inside me right that instant. So he put me on the edge of the bed, placed a few pillows below my back and lubed me up, and then while he kissed me, he started to enter me. He was gentle, as he usually is. Letting me get used to him. :P After having been with him over 2 years (not counting the months we were separate), I still have a tough time at first, haha.

He started to pick up speed, my legs were on his shoulders, and he kept pumping me so good, so damn fast and hard. I was lost in pleasure. I am his and he is mine. Our connection was extra good that night. Every movement was perfectly in sync.

He then laid on his side on the bed with me, lifted my leg up and started fucking me again. He was in a perfect position that his cock slid easily into me, his balls feeling so good against my body. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear as he kept pushing into me. So deep. I felt tingly all over. I was rock hard, too. I kept working my ass on his cock, I knew he liked it. He kept telling me my ass felt so good.

I told him I wanted him to make me cum hard. He put me on my hands and knees and started banging me even harder than before. We had been going at it for a while already, our bodies were drenched in sweat. He kept pumping me, one hand on my back and one hand on my shoulder pulling me against him, I could feel his entire body on me at some point and then, when I was at the top of the world, he announced he was cumming and so was I. Perfectly in sync. And as I came I felt how he filled me up. I arched back so that my body was against his chest while we both were still on our knees and turned around to kiss him, and we stayed there kissing for a while before we spoke a word or moved. I then said I love him and he said he loves me back.

We both collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. We didn't wake up till pretty, PRETTY late the next day.

For the record: We're both tested, and we're both clean. I'd never risk an STD, so don't give me a hard time for not using condoms. We don't fuck around either, it's just us 2.

End hot part!

We headed down to the beach to swim a while and play. :P I wonder what the guests thought (like I give a fuck, haha) when we kissed each other with no fear of people not liking it. Haha. Anyway. Before sunset, friends and us went on a boat ride on the lagoon. With drinks of course, haha. The music on the boat was very good too, surprisingly. Well, good for when you hang out with friends good anyway. And we went to Señor Frog's after. Had dinner there and then started drinking, yet again, haha. But we didn't stay long, we left for Coco Bongo.

Blooooood in Cancun. J/K haha. But some guy was hitting on me, so Gerardo pushed him and said some cheesy stuff that I loved, haha. Meh, totally uncalled for but it was sweet... somehow.
Coco Bongo was crazy, as it normally is. It's one of my favorite night clubs ever. And there was lots of hot guys, haha. So that was a plus.

Anyway, the rest of the days were pretty much the same, different clubs, you know, the works. Enjoying the sea to the fullest even though it's not the same it used to be, before the Hurricane 2 years ago :p But every day was great, I got to reconnect with Gerardo, back to how we used to be. And now I'm perfectly in love, perfectly happy. Life is good. Life is great.

:D Also, a big big hug and Hello to my friend Israel!!! He's Mexican, living in the UK, studying in Oxford University. Take that, bastards who think Mexicans are mediocre!

Alex-

P.S. If anyone knows how to make it so that long posts are shortened and you can only see the full post once you click read more, please let me know~!

Pues para empezar llegué un poco tarde al aeropuerto, pero no importa, no pasó nada. Fue culpa de Gerardo. Simplemente no quería irse sin su pinche sombrero ojete.

En fín, cuando lo encontramos nos fuímos al aeropuerto. Ya estaban nuestros amigos ahí, esperándonos. Hicimo el check-in, nos despedimos de mi hermano que nos llevo, y después fuímos a desayunar mientras esperábamos nuestro vuelo.

Cuando abordábamos, una señora (digo señora y no otra cosa por que no soy irrespestuoso), que nos vió tomados de la mano le comentó a so hijo algo como: "Ya viste, hijo? Esas son las cosas por las que te vas al infierno." A lo cual Gerardo respondió dándose la vuelta y plantándome un besote. Ese es el placer de vivir en un país católico.

No, no hubo sexo en el avión, así que ni se emocionen. Aparte, si la señora religiosa casi se desmaya cuando nos besamos, imagínense si hubieramos hecho el amor? Seguro se muere... que pensándolo bien hubiera sido buena idea.

Bueno, cuando llegamos al aeropuerto de Cancún, el olor del aire en la playa me puso hiperactivo. Llegamos al hotel, nos dieron nuestros brazaletes all inclusive y nos acomodámos en los cuartos. Posteriormente, decidimos ir a la playa.

Nos cambiamos a los trajes de baño (OK, primero le pusimos ^.~) y luego salimos. Nos metimos al agua y jugamos por un rato y después nos sentamos a descansar en una palapa, y tomamos. Me encanta el Caribe. ¿A ustedes no?

Después de echar desmadre por un rato, regresamos a los cuartos a cambiarnos y fuimos a cenar a un restaurante del hotel. Comí como cerdo. Jaja. Y nos quedamos un rato mientras se nos bajaba la comida. Después fuimos al bar a seguirle con los drinks.

El tiempo no fue el mejor, pero no estuvo tan mal, así que lo disfrutamos. No sé si llovió. Si lo hizo, no me enteré. Aunque hubo tormenta eléctrica uno de los días.

Esa noche fuimos al Glazz. Tocan música electrónica, y tienenc omo 20 tipos diferentes de Martini o algo así, que probablemente los probé todos. Jaja. No. Pero fué un lugar muy divertido. Después de eso caminamos de regreso al hotel. Gerardo empezó a actuar como lo hacía antes de que nuestra relación se fuera a la mierda. Me sentí muy bien.

Cuando llegamos al hotel le brinqué encima y lo besé como loco. Estaba poseído. Lo hicimos toda la noche (las dos horas enteras antes de que amaneciera, jaja). No dormimos, así que nos metimos a bañar y después fuimos a caminar a la playa un rato y después fuimos a desayunar. Aún seguía medio pedo pero se me quito casi instantáneo con el desayuno y la cantidad estúpida de salsa que le puse.

Después nos fuimos al cuarto a descansar un ratito, nos acurrucamos y nos besamos, y después fuimos a la alberca. Me encanta nadar, así que estuvimos un rato en el agua. Hasta que quedamos como pasa. Y luego fuímos otra vez a la playa. Comimos mientras ahí, también. Después fuimos a una plaza que se llama Plaza la Isla, y fuimos al Acuario. Los delfines no tienen madre. Jaja. Comimos ahí también (somos bien tragones) y caminamos un rato, visitando las tienas. (No compré nada. ¿Para qué? Si lo puedo comprar aquí.)

Regresamos al hotel y nos vestimos para ir al Dady Rock, cenamos ahí y estuvo muy rico. Después fuimos al Dady'O, y nos la pasamos ahí una buena parte de la noche. Jeje. Una chica se puso a flirtear conmigo, y yo solo reía porque se me abalanzaba. De repente, se enojó, y me empezó a regañar jaja, preguntándome que qué me pasaba, que si no la encontraba atractiva (estaba super bonita la niña, para ser honesto), y solo me dió más risa. Supongo que me porté mal con ella, entonces me sentí mal por reírme y le dije que era gay. No me creyo, entonces traje a Gerardo y le dí un beso en frente de ella. Solo así me dejó en paz.

Dejamos el Dady'O como las 4 y fuímos a otro lugar del que aún no recuerdo el nombre, pero era abierto y junto a la playa. Regresamos al hotel, y nos fuímos a la playa, y Gerardo y yo nos acostamos bajo una palapa, besándonos hasta que salió el Sol. Después nos tomamos una de esas bebidas energéticas para mantenernos despiertos. Y más desayuno!

Ese día fuimos a snorkelear, y vi una Manta Raya y me dió mucho miedo, jaja. Estaba increible, eso sí. Y tal vez algunos quieran hacer un chiste sobre ya saben que pero no lo hagan, por favor. Muchos de mis lectores son Australianos entonces....bueno, ya saben a lo que me refiero. En fín, comimos en una isla cerca de donde fuimos a snorkelear. En un restaurancito en la playa. Estaba bueníiisimo. Los mejores camarones al mojo de ajo que he comido. En fín, después de eso regresamos a tierra firme y fuímos a la alberca otra vez. Nadamos un rato, jugamos y eso. Mientras tomábamos, claro. Malditos borrachos!

Nos alistamos para ir a La Boom, pero primero cenamos en el Shrimp Bucket (mmmm) y después fuímos al club. Bailámos, mucho. Jaja. O no... jajaja. Solo recordarlo me da pena. No nos fuimos muy tarde, necesitábamos algo de sueño... así que regresamos al hotel, y cuando entré al cuarto me tire en la cama... Gerardo tenía otros planes. Literalmente me arrancó la ropa. Yo solo decía que parara y me reía, que no siguiera y me reía más. Después le dije que siguiera... y ya no me estaba riendo.

Viene la parte caliente ;)

Me empezó a besar el cuello, y luego se quito la camisa y el pantalón. Me brincó encima. Me estaba manoseando por todos lados, no tenía control. Solo podía sentir sus manos tocando todo mi cuerpo, acariciándome, besándome, frotándome.

Empezó a bajarse, besando mi pecho, jugando con mis pezones. Mi abdomen, y luego, cuando llego a mi verga, me empezó a lamer las bolas y a jalármela. Mientras me la chupaba, jugaba con mi culito. No paraba aunque yo le rogaba, seguía, y seguía. Solo me retorcía de placer en la cama mientras el dominaba mi cuerpo.

Me puso en cuatro y me empezó a comer el culo mientras me la jalaba más. No podía aguantar más, sentía que iba a explotar y creo que él lo sabía. Paró y ahí, hincado, se arqueó hacia atrás, y se la empecé a mamar. Su líquidi preseminal no dejaba de fluir, y sabía tan condenadamente rico. He mencionado antes que la tiene realmente grande, así que fue difícil chuparla completa, pero lo logré. En cierto punto, mientras se la mamaba, se agachó para susurrame en el oído, y entre gemidos y suspiros, me dijo de la manera más dulce: "Eres todo lo que necesito. Te amo." Y se inclinó para chuparmela al mismo tiempo. Se la estaba devorando toda. Como un niño hambriento que no ha comido en mucho tiempo. Y él también. En algún punto, no sé si estaba cerca de venirse o no, pero yo lo estaba, y le advertí, pero el no paró, siguió hasta que me vine en su boca, y pocos segundos después se vino en la mía. Sabe tan rico, tan, tan rico.

Se relamió los labios después de tragarse mi leche y me sonrió, yo sonreí de vuelta. Se me aventó encima otra vez, besándome mientras nuestras vergas se frotaban. No mucho tiempo después se le puso dura de nuevo. Me puso de espaldas y me empezó a mojar de nuevo para él. Me metió un dedo primero, y me encanto. Cuando estaba más suelto me metió otro. Le dije que quería que me la metiera ya. Así que me puso en el borde de la cama, y me puso unas cuantas almohadas debajo y me lubrico, y mientras me besaba, me la empezó a meter. Fue muy gentil, siempre lo es. Dejando que me acostumbrara. Aún después de dos años (sin contar los meses que cortamos) sigo teniendo dificultades al principio.

Empezó a acelerar, mis piernas estaban sobre sus hombros, y me seguía bombeando tan bien, tan rápido, tan duro. Estaba perdido en placer. Soy suyo, y el es mío. Nuestra conexión fue extra buena esa noche. Todo movimiento en perfecta sincronía.

Luego se acostó en su dorso, levanto mi pierna, y siguió dándome. Estaba en perfecta posición para que su verga me entrara fácilmente, sus bolas sintiéndose tan bien contra mi. Me besaba el cuello, y mordía mi oreja mientras seguía. Tan profundo, sentía un cosquilleo en todo el cuerpo. La tenía durísima yo. Seguí trabajando mi culo sobre el. Sé que le encantaba. Me seguía diciendo que bien se sentía.

Le dije que quería que me hiciera venir duro. Me puso en cuatro y me dió aún más duro. Ya llevábamos un rato, nuestros cuerpos estaban cubiertos en sudor. Me seguía bombeando, con una mano sobre mi espalda y la otra jalándome del hombro contra el. Pude sentir su cuerpo entero en algún punto, y luego, cuando estaba en la cima del mundo, me avisó que se iba a venir, y yo por igual. Perfectamente en sincronía, me vine mientras el se venía dentro de mí. Me levanté sobre mis rodillas, de tal manera que mi espalda estaba contra su pecho, y nos quedamos así una rato, besándonos, sin movernos. Le dije que lo amo, y el me dijo que me ama.

Nos colapsamos en la cama y nos quedamos dormidos. No nos despertamos hasta muy tarde.

Fin de la parte candente!

Fuimos a la playa a nadar un rato y jugar. :P Me pregunto que habrá dicho la gente (como si me importara) cuando nos besábamos sin miedo a que no les gustara. Jaja, en fín, antes de la puesta del sol, nuestros amigos y nosotros fuímos a un paseo en bote en la laguna. Con drinks claro, jaja. La música fué buena sorprendentemente. Bueno, buena para la ocasión. Y fuimos al Señor Frog's a cenar. Y a tomar más, pero no nos quedamos mucho. Nos fuimos al Coco Bongo después.

Hubo sangre!!! Jajaja, no se crean. Pero es que un chavo me estaba cortejando :P, y Gerardo lo empujó y dijo unas cosas bien cursis que me encantaron, jeje. Bah, no fue necesario pero fue lindo... de alguna manera. El Coco Bongo estuvo de locura, como siempre. Es uno de mis antros favoritos. Y había muchos chicos bien buenos. Eso fué un plus.

En fín, el resto de los días fue igual, diferentes clubs, ya saben, lo de siempre. Disfrutando el mar al máximo, aunque ya no es lo mismo que era antes del huracán. Pero todos los días fueron grandiosos. Reconecté con Gerardo, volvimos a como solíamos ser. Y ahora estoy perfectamente enamorado, perfectamente feliz. La vida es buena, la vida es grandiosa.

Un abrazote y un saludo a mi amigo Israel, que lee mi blog. Es Mexicano y vive en el Reino Unido y estudia en Oxford. ¿Cómo ven? Súper inteligente. ¿no? :)

Alex-

Listening to/Escuchando: Babasónicos - Curtis

Baseball, baseball, he thinks he's gonna score...

2007-04-08T21:03:00.000-05:00

So, I decided I do not have enough time to write about Spring Break today because I wanna work out (yes, this late) and then shower and then sleep. So... Baseball post! My favorite team in the MLB is Atlanta Braves and in the Mexican League it's los Diablos Rojos de México. So, I now have compiled a list of hot guys in the MLB. Some pics have name, some don't, if you can identify the ones that do not have name, you get a cookie! I Love Baseball. Ok, ok, I go be me now.

Alex

Tengo demasiada hueva como para escribir un post sobre spring break hoy, quiero hacer ejercicio, bañarme y dormir, así que deleitense con fotos de chavos muy buenos de la MLB. Mi equipo favorito son los Bravos de Atlanta y de la liga Mexicana son los Diablos Rojos. Me encanta el base!

Alex

I'm home | Ya llegué

2007-04-08T16:40:00.000-05:00

<3 Hey, everyone! I'm home!! But I'm going to bed, before I pass out on my chair, need some kind of sleep... somehow.

Will write later today probably.

Alex

<3 Hola, todos! Ya llegué!! Pero me voy a dormir, antes de desmayarme en la silla, necesito algo de sueño... de alguna forma.

Escribiré de nuevo al rato.

Alex-

<3

2007-04-01T01:34:00.000-05:00

Haha, well, today it was officially Taco Day, a new, invented (obviously) holiday, so in honor of it, I went out to eat tacos and just got back. I will head to bed soon as my flight leaves fairly early (well not that early, but still, I need all my energy to survive this week.). If I should not write soon, I am probably recovering from the trip :P. Haha, nah, I'll probably write soon as I get home next week.

Now, today was also my Mother's b-day (and it being listed after Taco Day does not mean it's not the most important event of today.). Went out in the early, early morning towards a place called La Viga which is basically a sea food market. Went with my parents and Gerardo. Let me tell you, the delicious stench we had afterwards couldn't be topped. It was disgusting, but the prices are totally worth the smelly time. Showered afterwards because it was just too much to bear.

Anyway, we came home and made a dish called Paella (paella is actually the name of the... thing where it's cooked however you call it in English, but the name was adopted for the dish, I guess), which my Mother absolutely loves. So, Dad and I cooked it and everyone enjoyed it. And we had a very good time. After being done eating, Gerardo and I went out to watch the movie called Shooter, with Mark Whalberg. He looks so hot in it... yum. Haha. After that went to the tacos and just now got home, Gerardo went home to pack his bags though, so it's time to go to bed and be ready for tomorrow.

Will miss ya all!

Alex-

Jaja, pues hoy es Día del Taco, o fué más bien. Una fecha inventada pero divertida, supongo. Así que en su honor fuí a comer tacos y acabo de regresar. Me voy a la cama pronto pues mí vuelo sale temprano. Si no escribo pronto, seguro me estoy recuperando del viaje :P. Jaja, no, escribiré tan pronto tenga la oportunidad.

Hoy fué el cumpleaños de mi Mamá, y no por que esté listado en segundo lugar quiere decir que no fué el evento más importante del día. Salimos en la mañana, tempranito, a la Viga, que es como un mercado de Pescados y Mariscos. Fuí con mis padres y Gerardo. Déjenme decirles que el olor que nos cargábamos después no podía ser superado. Era asqueroso, pero los precios valían la pena. Nos bañamos después porque el olor era insoportable.

En fín, volvimos a casa e hicimos Paella (paella es el nombre del cazo donde se prepara este platillo, pero ya se adoptó el nombre para el platillo en sí), que le encanta a mi Mamá. Así que mí Papá y yo lo preparamos y a todos les gusto. Nos la pasamos muy bien. Después de comer, Gerardo y yo fuímos a ver la película de Mark Whalberg que se llama Tirador. Se ve buenísimo en la película.... yum. Jaja. Después de eso fuímos a los tacos y acabo de regresar a casa, Gerardo se fué a empacar, y ya es hora de ir a la cama para estar listo mañana.

Los extrañaré a todos!

Alex-

Listening to/Escuchando: Laura Pausini - Ascolta il tuo cuore

Rest Time | Tiempo de Descanso

2007-03-30T14:52:00.000-05:00

This semester has completely drained my strength. And I just need a good rest. Spring Break is coming up, I'm leaving on Sunday!!

Things have been a lil messy in my head for the past few days. So I hope I'll be a little more clear headed when I come back. I will definitely miss ya all, but chances are I'm gonna post once again before I leave.

Anyway, I'll make another post tomorrow or something.

Alex-

Éste semestre me ha drenado de energía. Necesito descansar. Ya viene Semana Santa, me voy el domingo!!

Mis pensamientos han estado muy desorganizados en los últimos días. Así que espero que se me aclaren para cuando regrese. Los voy a extrañar a todo, pero lo más probable es que haga un post antes de irme.

Bueno, los veo mañana o algo.

Alex-

Peek-a-boo

2007-03-29T03:03:00.001-05:00

It makes its appearance!!! Behold my ugly ass!

OK, OK, foto por fín, me veo de la patada, no?

Alex-

This is becoming harder as time goes by | Esto se vuelve más difícil conforme pasa el tiempo.

2007-03-25T01:57:00.000-05:00

This week had been rough. Not only did I have exams and projects to turn in, I was also having a rough time with Gerardo, and I was actually pondering about ending it once again. Couple that with Amit (not sure if using his name is OK but hope he doesn't mind) digging more and more into my heart... well, you get the picture. For a moment, I was 100% sure that even though I love Gerardo, so profoundly, that I just couldn't deal with the constant fighting that had risen.

Ever since the hospital day when he said that he wouldn't have missed me, I was, rightfully might I add, distant from him and really sad. He said it was only a joke later, but I somehow could not believe him. I think I've mentioned before in this blog that I'm pretty blunt, and so, the people I mingle with tend to be pretty blunt too. Gerardo is not the exception. And he has been known for saying some pretty harsh things. So, I was a little shaky on believing him.

Then came today. We went out tonight with other friends, the night was pretty much great. We went to a little bar in a zone called Coyoacán. They play good music and well, it has a nice atmosphere.

Anyway, he drove this time. He asked me many questions as we came here. Asking if I was OK, how come I hadn't kissed him at all today, why didn't I let him touch my hair (he loves playing with my hair). I asked back why would he care to touch me at all since he wouldn't have missed me anyway if I had died. He sighed dejectedly and didn't say much the rest of the way.

When we got back here, to his place, he told me to wait on the couch. I didn't of course, and rampaged his fridge. (Did I ever mention his parents live in another state so he has an apartment alone here?). He came back with his guitar and then played the song that I will attempt to translate now.

Before I begin though, do you guys like my music player thing? I didn't know if people would like my taste in music so I took a risk with putting the box thingy there, it'd be nice to get some feedback on that. Anyway, on to the song.

The song is called Dime Ven and is sung by a group called Motel. I will put the translation first and the original lyrics will follow.

I can feel your touch, but I can't see you
I feel you're hidden in the wall
Hidden in my memories

I feel yesterday's caresses
Those lips I search for incessantly
I want to peer into you

In my phone calls I searched
And a hidden message I found
It's just that I want to know...

(Chorus)
Tell me you believe me
Tell me you believe me
Tell me what you feel when you see me
Or when I leave
Or when I'm not around
Tell me to come, come on, tell me
Say "I never forgot you" again
Tell me that you want to see me again
No matter what's to come
Tell me to come, come on, tell me.

Each space, each place
Each immortal word you've spoken
Imprinted your sound on my body

And every time I want to dream
All I need to do is think of our beginning
And what destiny will bring

I'm searching for faith in my words
Those faithful caresses from yesterday
Because I want to know...

(Chorus)x2

Did I ever mention music is one of the ways into my heart? He knows that, and he always finds exactly the song to make me feel better. I don't know what to do anymore. So, I kissed him, and told him I forgive him. And then you know what happened... and now he is asleep while I write this. (Writing in this blog has improved my typing speed dramatically and it was already fast enough!!! I'm glad for that.)

Anyway, I suppose I'll go back to bed.

Goodnight, everyone.

Alex-

Motel - Dime Ven

Siento que me tocas sin ver
Que te apareces detrás de la pared
Detrás de mis recuerdos

Y siento las caricias de ayer
Aquellos labios que busco sin ceder
Te quiero ver por dentro

Y entre las llamadas busqué
Un mensaje oculto encontré
Y es que quiero saber

(Coro)
Dime que me crees
Dime que me crees
Dime que sientes cuando me ves
Cuando me voy
Cuando no estoy
Dime ven ven
Dime ven ven dime
Dime otra vez nunca te olvidé
Dime que quieres volverme a ver
Sin importar lo que vendrá
Dime ven ven
Dime ven ven dime.

Cada espacio a cada lugar
Cada palabra inmortal que haz repetido
Grabo en mi cuerpo tus sonidos
Y cada vez que quiero soñar
Solo hace falta pensar en el inicio
En lo que nos traera el destino

Busco en las palabras la fe
Las caricias fieles de ayer
Por que quiero saber

(Coro) x2

Ésta semana fué muy pesada. No sólo tuve exámenes y proyectos que entregar, también tuve problemas con Gerardo, y ponderé la noción de cortar con él. Aunado a ésto está Amit que nada más se adentra en mi corazón más y más y bueno... ya saben. Por un momento, estaba 100% seguro que aunque amo a Gerardo, profundamente, simplemente no puedo con tanta pelea.

Desde aquel día del hospital, cuando dijo que no me hubiera extrañado, yo estaba, y con razón, algo distanciado de él, y triste. Después dijo que sólo fué una broma, pero por alguna razón no le podía creer. Creo que lo he mencionado antes, pero soy muy directo, y la gente con la que me junto es muy directa tambíen. Gerardo no es la excepción. Suele decir cosas muy duras. Así que no era fácil creerle.

Y luego vino hoy. Salimos hoy con unos amigos, la noche fué genial. Fuimos a un barcito en Coyoacán. Ponen musica chida y tiene ambiente rico.

En fín, el manejó de regreso. Me preguntó muchas cosas mientras veníamos. Preguntando si estaba bien, que por qué no lo había besado hoy, por qué no lo dejaba tocar mi pelo (le encanta jugar con él). Le contesté preguntándole que qúe le importaba si al fin y al cabo no me iba a extrañar si me moría. Suspiró, y no dijo mucho el resto del camino.

Cuando llegamos aquí a su depa, me dijo que esperara en el sillón. Que no hice claro, y asalté su refri. (Mencioné que el vive solo aquí por que sus papás viven en otro estado?). Regresó con su guitarra y tocó la canción que puse arriba. Y es la misma música del blog. (Duh.)

Mencioné que la música es una de las llaves de mi corazón? Él sabe eso, y siempre encuentra la canción perfecta para hacerme sentir bien. No se que hacer ya. Lo besé, le dije que lo perdonaba. Y después ya saben lo que pasó. Ahora está dormido mientras escribo ésto. (Como ha mejorado mi velocidad desde que empecé este blog y ya era rápida de por si!!! Me hace feliz eso.)

En fín, supongo que regresaré a la cama.

Buenas noches.

Alex

今日何か気持ち悪い

2007-03-22T23:34:00.000-05:00

何かが行方不明だというこの感覚あり続ける。　それが俺を窒息させているの感じ。

どうすればいい？

俺はすぐに選ぶべきだろう・・・

ヽ(;´д｀)ノ

おやすみ

Alex

Tagged

2007-03-20T18:57:00.000-05:00

Well, It seems I have been tagged. Basically it's a game where I have to write 5 things no one or not a lot of people would know about me. I do not know who all reads my blog... so I won't tag 5 people because I don't know just how who visits my blog often enough to notice. So... let's begin.

1. I'm absolutely terrified of clowns. I watched the movie "It" when I was about 3 years old. It scarred me. I never was an easily scared person, not even when I was a little boy. But clowns... clowns scare me to this day. If someone wants to scare me senseless all they have to do is get a clown. I had troubles going to circuses because of this. When I went to Cirque du Soleil I always had to look away when the clowns came out. When I went to Ringlin' Brothers, I too had to look away when there were clowns on stage. I just can't look at them anymore. :(

2. I live a double-life where my alter ego is a superhero who is indestructible and fights crime in the city... ok maybe not but I'd look damn hot in spandex. Hmmm, I guess I'm not really secretive so this is proving to be harder than I thought. Oh, I know... haha, I watch obscene amounts of Anime (not cartoon porn!!! only normal Anime!). Not many know that, but I guess it's because they never ask, not because I keep it a secret.

3. I'm a really good dancer, but I'm shy, so I always say I have 2 left feet so they don't make me dance.

4. I'm very messy. I'm very, very disorganized. You can take a look at my desk right now and you'd be appalled at how trashy it is. Guess that's embarrassing but serves the purpose of the game, I suppose.

5. Last year I had a car accident (nothing serious) but the guy I crashed with drove away, so I lied to my parents that it was the other drivers fault (totally mine, hahaha) and got away with it. Yeah... I guess that's a secret because had they known it was my fault they would have probably not let me drive for a while. (Hey! I couldn't see!!! I had a freaking Suburban in the way of my line of sight, I couldn't see his stupid Mini Cooper.)

Haha, oh well.

Someone play! And if you play make sure you leave a comment so I can see!

Alex-

Pues parece ser que me metieron a este juego sin saberlo. Básicamente es un juego en el que escribes 5 cosas que nadie o no mucha gente sabe de tí. No se quién lee mi blog, así que no voy a seleccionar a nadie para que juegue. Así que empecemos.

1. Le tengo terror a los payasos. Cuando vi la película de "Eso" tenía 3 años. Me dejó marcado. Nunca he sido una persona asustadiza, ni siquiera cuando niño. Pero los payasos... me asustant hasta hoy. Tenía siempre problemas para ir a los circos. Cuando fuí a Cirque du Soleil siempre tuve que mirar a otro lado cuando salían los payasos. También en Ringling Brothers. Simplemente no los puedo mirar.

2. Tengo un alter ego, que es un super heroe, y combate el crimen en la ciudad. :P Jaja, no. Aunque me vería muy bien en mallas, la verdad. No soy misterioso, no tengo muchos secretos, ésto está más dificil de lo que pensé. Veo cantidades obscenas de Anime (no hentai y eso). No muchos saben eso pero supongo que es por que no preguntan y no por que sea secreto.

3. Bailo muy bien, pero me da mucha pena, así que siempre digo que tengo dos pies izquierdos para que no me hagan bailar.

4. Soy muy desordernado. Si ves mi escritorio te quedaría atónito de cuan desorganizado es. Supongo que eso me da pena pero si es un secreto, jaja.

5. El año pasado choqué (nada serio) pero el tipo se largo, así que le mentí a mis padres sobre quien tuvo la culpa, y me salí con la mia. Supongo que es secreto por que si hubieran sabido que fue mi culpa seguro no me hubieran dejado manejar por un buen rato. No pude verlo! Había una camionetota estorbando. No vi su tonto Mini Cooper.

Jaja.

Alguien mas responda esto y dejeme un comment para saber quien fué.

Alex-

Listening to/Escuchando: Silvio Rodríguez - Quien Fuera

An Intense Week | Una Semana Intensa

2007-03-17T09:17:00.000-05:00

Well, I have decided to write this post while I wait for my family to be ready to go to breakfast. As is our custom.

Many things have happened this week but the important ones are the ones that follow.

Starting on Monday, I was feeling a little sick, yet I woke up in time for University. I then found someone on MSN, with whom I chatted for a while and have been for the past week, and came to find that I really, really, absolutely have become addicted to him. So much that it's even painful not to talk to him a couple of days, but alas our time zones are different.

The last week has made me feel really good, talking to him.

Now, I know what you're thinking... "SLUT!" I know, I know, I have a boyfriend and yet I still talk to this guy, but don't worry, he knows I do. Now here comes the trick part.

Earlier this week I was taken to the hospital with horrible, HORRIBLE lower back pains. Yeah, I've already been scolded for not calling an ambulance by half my friends and the special guy I was telling you about. So please, no more!!! Anyway, I decided to disregard it until the pain was unbearable, which by then my parents were there to take me to the hospital. It felt as if someone was stabbing my kidneys. Not that I have been stabbed before, but I imagine that's how it must feel. I was almost in tears of pain as I was rushed to the hospital, where the minute I laid on the emergency bed they pinched me about 4 times with a needle the size of a 12 inch dick. My veins collapsed from the pain, and coupled with me being apparently dehydrated, they simply could not get my blood to flow. Eventually they found a good vein and when they pinched me I started squirting blood everywhere, half the bed where I was laying was covered in red Alex juice.

By the way, one of my readers, is a doctor if I recall correctly. I may be a medical engineer student but I still prefer doctors telling me what's wrong :P. How in tarnation did that happen? Bet my blood was all thick and gooey from lack of water.

Several tests were run on me, blood, urine, x ray, ultrasound~. And meds and syrup (maple :P) ok serum were fed into me intravenously. I also got to be driven around on the bed by a cute nurse who helped me keep calm by saying the dumbest jokes I've ever heard...but did strangely help.

Anyway, the reason why I was the way I was shall remain classified, as it is too embarrassing, but I reckon some of you will figure it out.

Well, my boyfriend did not even call me to check on me, and it's not like no one knew, I had 5 friends come visit me at the hospital while I was laying down there in pain. He was bound to find out. But out of giving him the benefit of doubt, I did not make a big deal out of it. Until I told him, and he said basically, "Oh, yeah? Don't worry, could have lived without you.". Now, maybe some of you will say I overreacted... but, really, did I? So I got mad at him, we fought blablabla, back to the same routine before we broke up. You know, the works. And it's been this way, like I suspected it would be, the whole week. So forgive me if I have found someone who makes me laugh uncontrollably and blush and gives me a general feeling of wellbeing.

That being said, and knowing he (special guy) reads this blog, I will now write a new paragraph concerning both of them. And I certainly wish he didn't read my blog but... well. I am now at a loss.

On one hand... I have this gorgeous guy, who makes me laugh, feel good, and who seems to be into me as much as I am into him. A guy who is worth it enough to get up at 6 AM for, if even just to say Hi. Who's accent I can't understand at times because British people just have cool accents :P, but I don't tell him because I'd seem dumb, I reckon. Who enjoys making me blush. Who is very, VERY darn intelligent but seems to ignore the fact. But who just happens to live on the other side of the world.

On the other... I have a guy here, who I've been with for a while now, and with who I realize that this probably won't work out same as it didn't the first time we went about it. But... he is here. And he was the one who asked for me back. He is a royal asshole most of the time, but he does have his good side. And when it comes out it truly does shine. Except I don't know if he shines enough to overcome the darkness in which I'm engulfed every time he makes me feel like crap.

So now I'm having a dilemma, trying to choose between both. Why dilemma? Because I don't think it's fair to special guy if I have a boyfriend and on top of it all talk with him the way I do. It just doesn't seem right. And it's not like it would be long distance with special guy forever. I'm actually planning on studying in the UK next year, but that's still a whole year away. I've been down this road sort of already, and distance can pain.

I've consulted with my friends, and they all pretty much agree to disagree and have mixed feelings on the whole situation. Oh readers, whatever shall I do?

Other random things of this week include me being sick like hell, skipping school because of it, having had a Medical Imaging System yesterday Friday. Lots of homework and stress.

Hmmm.

Alex-

P.S. Dear miss J friend of very special guy of mine, please help him not misunderstand this post.

Pues, decidí escribir un post mientras espero a mi familia a que estén listos para ir a desayunar. Como es nuestra costumbre.

Muchas cosas pasaron esta semana, pero las importantes son las siguientes.

El lunes me empecé a sentir mal, pero aún así me levanté a tiempo para la Universidad. Y me encontré a alguien en el MSN con quien platiqué por un rato y llevo haciéndolo toda la semana. Y he encontrado que estoy real y absolutamente adicto a él. Tanto así, que hasta me duele no poder hablar con el un par de día, pero bueno, nuestros husos horarios son diferentes.

Me he sentido súper bien, hablando con el en ésta semana.

Ya sé que estan pensando... "Golfo!" Lo sé, lo sé, tengo novio y aún así hablo con este chavo, pero no se preocupen, el sabe que lo tengo. Ahora viene la parte interesante.

En la semana me llevaron al hospital con dolores horribles, horribles en la zona de los riñones. Si, ya me regañaron todos por no hablarle a una ambulancia, también me regaño el chavo especial del que les estaba platicando. Así que, por favor, no más!!! En fín, decidí no hacerle caso al dolor hasta que se volvió insoportable, y para entonces mis papases (ya se que son padres jaja) llegaron y me llevaron al hospital. Sentía como si alguien me estuviera apuñalando en los riñones.
Nunca me han apuñalado pero imagino que así es como se sentirá. Casi lloro del dolor cuando me llevaban a la sala de urgencias, donde tan pronto me acosté en la cama de emergencias me picaron como 4 veces con una aguja del tamaño de una cosota de aquellas. Se me colapsaron las venas del dolor, y encima como supuestamente estaba deshidratado pues namás no me salía la sangre. Eventualmente encontraron una buena y me picaron y ya la sangre empezó a salir por todos lados.

Me hicieron muchos examenes, de sangre, orina, rayos x, etc. Me pusieron suero y medicamentos intravenosamente. También me paseó un enfermero bastante lindo, y me contaba chistes muy tontos para que me calmara.

Bueno, la razón por que la que estaba como estaba permanecerá secreta, por que me da mucha pena, pero seguro muchos de ustedes ya saben.

Bueno, mi novio jamás me llamo para checar que me había pasado, y no es como si no se pudiera haber enterado cuando 5 amigos mios fueron a vistarme al hospital mientras estaba tirado del dolor. Tuvo que haberse enterado. Pero por darle el beneficio de la duda, no hice pancho por ello. Hasta que le dije y me respondió, "Ah sí? No te preocupes, puedo vivir sin ti.". Ahora, tal vez algunos digan que lo tomé demasiado a pecho... pero, realmente lo hice? Me enojé con el, peleamos blablabla, la misma rutina de antes de cortar. Ya saben. Y así ha sido, como sospeché que lo sería, toda la semana. Así que perdonenme si he encontrado a alguien que me hace reir sin control y me hacer sonrojar, y me hacer sentir bien en general.

Ahora estoy confundido.

Por un lado, tengo a este chavo guapísimo, que me hacer reír, sentir bien, y que parece gustar de mi tanto como yo de el. Que vale la pena levantarse a las 6 de la mañana solo para decirle hola. Que tiene un acento que no entiendo a veces por que los británicos tienen acento chido, pero no le digo por que parecería tonto, supongo. Le encanta hacerme sonrojar. Y es muy, MUY inteligente pero no se da cuenta. Pero vive en el otro lado del mundo.

Por el otro, tengo a un chavo aquí, con quien ya he estado por un tiempo, y con quien me doy cuenta de que esto no va a funcionar igual que no funcionó la primera vez. Pero... está aqui. Y el fue el que me pidió otra oportunindad. Puede ser un hijo de la chingada mayoría del tiempo, pero tiene un lado bueno. Y cuando ves ese lado, realmente brilla. Pero no se si brilla lo suficiente para deshacerse de la oscuridad que me envuelve cada vez que me hace sentir como mierda.

Así que ahora tengo un dilema, tratando de escoger entre los dos. ¿Por qué dilema? Porque no creo que sea justo para el chavo especial que yo tenga novio y encima hable con el como hablamos. Simplemente no me suena bien. Y no es como si por siempre viviríamos lejos. Estoy planeando estudiar en el Reino Unido el año que viene. Pero aún falta un año entero. Ya caminé este camino antes, mas o menos, y la distancia es dolorosa.

Ya lo consulté con mis amigos, y nadie se pone de acuerdo. Ah, mis lectores, que haré?

Hmmm.

Alex-

Listening to/Escuchando: KT Tunstall - Other side of the world. HAHA, just kidding.

Listening to/Escuchando: Blind Melon - Deserted

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm

2007-03-11T03:01:00.000-05:00

I'm a little buzzed as a write this so excuse the lack of structure and more than likely terrible spelling. But, I'll do my best.

So this week has been a bit tough, school was hard on me but nothing new there. However, this week we had what we call University Community Day which is basically the Anniversary of the Uni, so there was this big fair like thing as there is every year. And there were food stands like Sushi, and Tacos, and Burgers and the such. Also, Sumo wrestling in Sumo costumes. Big boxing glove fights too and also those Huge Q-tip like pole fights. Karaoke, where yours truly sang haha, Mechanic Bull (totally destroyed my legs) and concerts. A famous song-writer/singer that I dig lots performed. Her name is Ely Guerra and she totally rocked. Also, the highlight of the day was the wrestling. Mexican wrestling is a big part of our culture, so it was fun to see a wrestling ring built in the main courtyard and watching famous wrestlers well... wrestle. It was a blast. I promise pics soon.

Monday on I will get real busy, but worry not those who read my blog who I am very fond of, I will still update when I get the chance. Midterms and such as well, so I'll have a pretty hectic schedule. I hate school, haha. But who doesn't?

I got this funny e-mail the other day, dedicated to engineering students and I suppose full fledged engineers too and at the end it had this funny paragraph where it said that even after all the pain that studying for this is. We wouldn't think twice of doing it again. And then it said "So that all those who are not engineers understand why sometimes we are stressed or absent minded. It's not easy being an engineer, but all the effort is worth it, because at the end, it feels fucking good to be better than everyone else.".

Now, I'm not arrogant enough as to say that I'm better than everyone else, but I got a chuckle out of it.

Things with Gerardo are going OK so far. He's been sweet as usual, which is good, no complaints there, but I get the feeling somehow soon he will start getting possessive again and trying to control me. And then we will fight over every little detail that comes across. I hope not, I gave him a second chance in hopes of this working, not in hopes of it failing. I really do love him. And I'm sure he loves me. I'm just not sure our colliding personalities can mitigate each other enough for it to work.

I guess my next post will be explaining what happened when we broke up and such. It's good to vent about it, I guess?

Take care everyone.

Alex-

Ando un poquito pedo entonces esto a lo mejor no va tener mucho sentido pero haré lo mejor que pueda.

Esta semana estuvo un poco pesada, la uni se puso de perra pero eso no es nada nuevo. Aunque, eso sí, esta semana tuvimos el día de la comunidad, que es básicamente el aniversario de la escuela y hacen un kermes con puestitos de comida, y juegos muy variados, desde luchas en botargas de sumo hasta toro mecánico. Sin olvidar el Karaoke donde canté jaja, o los conciertos, donde tocó Ely Guerra. Pero lo mejor fue la lucha libre. Armaron un ring en la explanada y estuvimos como muéganos pero estuvo de huevísimos. Estuvo el Santo!!! Fotos pronto, lo prometo!!!

A partir del lunes voy a estar super ocupado, pero no se preocupen lectores, aún voy a escribir en el blog cuando tenga la oportuninad. Con los examenes y eso, voy a tener un horario muy ajetreado. Odio la escuela, pero quién no? Jaja.

Me llegó un mail muy chistoso el otro día, dedicado a estudiantes e ingenieros pues ingenieros, y al final tenía un parrafo:

"Para que todas aquellas personas que no son ingenieros entiendan porque a veces estamos estresados o pensando en otras cosas. No es fácil ser ingenierio, pero vale la pena todo ese esfuerzo porque se siente una satisfacción ser más chingón que los demás."

No soy tan arrogante pare decir que soy más chingón que los demás pero me reí.

Las cosas con Gerardo van bien. Ha sido muy lindo como siempre, que es bueno, no me quejo, pero siento que pronto se va a poner de posesivo y a empezar a controlarme otra vez. Y luego vamos a pelear por cualquier detallito. Espero que no, le di una segunda oportunidad esperando que funcione, no esperando que fracase. Lo amo de verdad. Estoy seguro que él me ama. Solo que no estoy seguro de que nuestras personalidades chocantes se puedan controlar lo suficiente para que las cosas salgan bien.

Supongo que mi siguiente post explicará que pasó cuando cortamos. Es bueno hablar de ello... supongo?

Cuídense todos.

Alex-

Listening To/Escuchando: Enanitos Verdes - Una Absurda Canción de Amor

Sigh I'm a geek. | Soy un geek.

2007-03-07T17:58:00.000-06:00

Home for PS3

FUCKING BEST TIME EVER! | QUE CHIDO ME LA PASÉ!

2007-03-04T23:33:00.000-06:00

Wow, so much has happened this week. Well, in short: Back with boyfriend, hot love makin', Coldplay live, more hot love makin', party, hot love makin'. And by the time I'm done writing this it'll be my birthday.

So yes, as I had mentioned before in the blog I was proposed to get back with my boyfriend. To which I didn't react exactly in the best way I could, haha.

The other day Gerardo (my ex now boyfriend again) intercepted me in school, in one of those lonely halls, and did a bad impression of what I can only imagine was a copy of a certain program's version of Geek in the Pink song by Jason Mraz (should listen to it if you haven't). Yeah he has a nice voice I guess but he still ripped it off. Anyway, there is a line that says "I can save you from unoriginal dum dums" And based on that I told him that he wasn't very original if he had copied that song. He only answered me with a kiss and said that it might have been a ripoff but no one else kisses me like he does. (Which is true...).

Anyway, I kept him on his toes for a while and I finally succumbed last Friday and agreed to give it another shot. It's not so much that I don't wanna try again, I just don't want to get hurt once more. But we'll see how it goes. Anyway.

So Saturday afternoon while I was in Japanese class he calls me and tells me he's gonna pick me up at my Japanese school to which I answered that since I had brought my car that I couldn't so he said it was fine and to meet him at his apartment. So I did. And I got there, came up to his place and he was in towel. I got hard instantly, so I ravaged him for a few minutes before he broke away and told me he was gonna take a shower and to check the table for a surprise. So I did, and found an envelope on the table that read "Happy Early Birthday, Alex" and I opened it and found 2 tickets for Coldplay that same night on the 5th row (Yeah, it's not so wow as 1st row but considering the tickets ran out 5 hours after they were on sale and I couldn't get mine... it was perfectly fucking fine!). I asked him how he got him, he said secret and shit, and I got into the shower with him. Harhar, we didn't have time for anything other than kissing so we just got ready and went to the concert which let me tell you... was FUCKING AMAZING!

There's just no words to describe it... It was just so good. Cheers for the first concert I go to on 2007. It was a great start.

It's my birthday now! It's over 12:00 AM! Yay.

Anyway, I'm glad to be back with Gerardo. 2 days and everything has gone smooth so far. I hope everyone has a great night!

Alex-

Wow, esta semana ha sido muy ajetreada. En corto: Ya volví con mi novio, hicimos el amor ;P, fui a ver a Colplay en vivo, hicimos más amor, peda, mas sexo caliente! Y cuando acabe de escribir esto seguramente será mi cumpleaños.

Pues sí, como ya lo había mencionado antes en el blog, mi ex me había propuesto volver, y no reaccioné muy bien que digamos. Jeje.

El otro día Gerardo (mi ex que ahora es mi novio otra vez) me interceptó en la escuela, en uno de esos pasillos vacíos, e hizo una interpretación barata de una versión de una canción de un programa semi famoso. La canción era la de Geek in the Pink de Jason Mraz (escúchenla si no lo han hecho aún). Supongo que si canta bien pero aun así fue una copia barata. De todas maneras, hay una línea que dice algo así como "Yo te salvaré de todos esos zonzos no originales" y usando eso como base le dije que no era muy original el mismo por haber copiado la canción. Solo me contestó con un beso y dijo que tal vez era una copia pero que nadie me besa como el. (Y es cierto...)

Bueno, lo mantuve de puntitas por un rato hasta que sucumbí el viernes y le dije que le daría otra oportunidad. No es que no quiere intentar, solo que no quiero salir lastimado otra vez. Pero ya veremos como va todo.

Pues la tarde del sabado me llamó mientras estaba en clase de Japonés y me dijo que me iba a recoger en mi escuela a lo cual le contesté que como había traído mi coche que no se podría. Así que dijo que estaba bien y que lo viera en su depa. Así lo hice y cuando llegué el estaba en toalla. Se me puso dura instantáneamente, así que me lo agasajé por un momento hasta que me dijo que se ib a bañar y que checara la mesa para encontrar una sorpresa. Eso hice y encontré un sobre que leía "Feliz Cumpleaños por Adelantado, Alex" y lo abrí para encontrar 2 boletos para la misma noche para Coldplay en la 5ta fila (Si, tal vez 1ra fila sería mas asombroso pero considerando que los boletos se agotaron en 5 horas y no pude conseguir los míos...). Le pregunté como los consiguió y me dijo que era secreto, y me metí a la regadera con el. No tuvimos tiempo de nada más que besarnos así que solo nos arreglamos y nos fuimos al concierto que estuvo DE HUEVOS!!!

No hay palabras, fue genial. Salud por el primero concierto al que voy en el 2007. Fue un gran comienzo.

Ya es mi cumpleaños jaja!
Ya es mi cumpleaños! Ya pasan de las 12:00 AM Yay.

En fin, estoy contento de haber vuelto con Gerardo. 2 dias hasta ahora y todo va viento en popa. Espero que todos pasen buena noche!

Alex-

Stop the Hate | Paren el Odio

2007-02-27T01:29:00.000-06:00

Abrazo Gratis means Free Hug.

I saw this video made in Mexico City a few minutes ago, inspired on this video. Now, I'm not the crying type but this one had me in tears right away. I don't really remember how I came across this video, I was looking at other random videos but there's one thing that really bothered me...

I suppose I should make a disclaimer where I let everyone know I'm making this post with the utmost respect and don't intend it to start a fight, quite the contrary, I was thinking it might dispel some common misconceptions. But I shall begin...

I'm simply baffled at the amount of people that hate Latinos. Specifically USA residents, albeit not all of them, but a lot more people than I had previously thought have been given a perverted image of what Mexican, and furthermore, Latino is.

As I browsed YouTube looking at mainly Mexican videos, I found, without miss, in all of them, at least 1 comment insulting my people. I'm understating that too. They were far more than one, FAR more. Comments such as "Mexicans are stupid by birth." or "All Latinos should die, inferior race scum bags." or gems as "Fucking spics, get out of our fucking country and burn in hell.". And I couldn't help feeling hurt. I felt incredibly sad.

Most people around the world welcome Mexicans with open arms. I've traveled a lot and have seen it with my own eyes. They are aware that the Mexican people are warm, peaceful individuals. People who despise war, racism and generalized hate. Although, I have to admit, the main problem in Mexico has never been race, or language, but social status. In this country, there's no middle classes. Either you have money, or you don't. But that'll be a subject for another day.

I am appalled at how people view the Latino community, thinking we're all thugs or drug dealers or killers; ignorants or idiots; lazy or people who only listen to reggaeton at full volume on their car while "pimpin' their bitches". Unfortunately, people who haven't even had the chance of visiting a Latino country will jump on the stereotypes and say we all are like that when truth be told is that we are everything but.

I wish that everyone would take a chance, a moment to look around. To notice, to see. We are no different than the rest of the world. Our races, our language, our way of life, none of it is different. We're humans just as everyone else.

Why hasn't anyone been able to answer my question. I ask, Why do you hate Latinos? They answer without fail... "because they come into our country illegally and steal jobs from our good people" or something along those lines. Not to mention people have the idea that Latino is a race, when in fact it's a group. Latinos come in all colors and flavors. For example, I have white skin and bluegreen eyes, but I'm 100% Latino and a proud Mexican. But really, I'm not gonna go into the political side of things because that is not the focus of this particular entry, however, it's not like they were doing them to begin with. I don't agree with people immigrating, but I can't blame them for wanting to live "better".

My question still remains. Why do they hate Latinos? I understand there's about 8 million Mexicans in USA. That's 70% of the Latino community in USA. That's true but, there's 100+ Million over here. And who knows how many Latinos total. How can they hate an entire community based on that relatively small number? Do they honestly believe everyone is an exact replica of what you see over there? They must not forget the Latino community in USA has been greatly affected by a clash of cultures, and the product of that clash is what they see today. But that is -not- what being Latino is.

Why the hatred? Why the harsh words? What does it take for them to believe that we are the same, we are equal to them. OK, so our countries have less money and thus less educated people, but we're working on that. It's not like we're scratching our bellies waiting for change to happen. No. Our countries have been trying for decades to better themselves and pull out.

Stop this nonsensical hate.

Why can't we have a good world? I'm a strong believer that human is born neutral, and we make each being into good or bad. Where did it go wrong? Where does the bad come from? Why can't we have a peaceful place, where nobody hates anyone else no matter what religion, color, or sexual preference they are?

Ask yourselves my question. If you fit in that category anyway. Can you give me an honest answer?

Alex-

Vi este video hecho en México, D.F. hace unos minutos, se inspiraba en éste video. Nunca he sido chillón, pero éste video me hizo llorar al poco tiempo. No recuerdo realmente como fue que lo encontre, estaba viendo otros videos al azar pero hubo algo que me molesto en demasía...

Supongo que les debería informar que estoy haciendo éste post con el más alto respeto y no tiene como objetivo empezar una pelea, sino lo contrario, pienso que tal vez ayude a quitar algunos estereotipos del camino. Bueno, empezaré...

Estoy simplemente anonadado ante la cantidad de gente que odia a los Latinos. Específicamente los Estadounidenses, aunque no todos ellos, pero más de los que yo pensaba han recibido una imagen pervertida de lo que es ser Mexicano, y más aún, Latino.

Mientras buscaba videos en YouTube, principalmente videos Mexicanos, encontré, sin falta alguna en todos ellos, por lo menos un comentario despectivo hacia nosotros. Y estoy diciendo poco. Había muchos mas. Comentarios como "Mexicans are stupid by birth." ó "All Latinos should die, inferior race scum bags." ó gemas como "Fucking spics, get out of our fucking country and burn in hell.". Y no pude sentirme insultado. Me sentí realmente triste.

La mayoría de la gente en el mundo recibe a los Mexicanos con brazos abiertos. He viajado mucho y lo he visto con mis propios ojos. Están al tanto de que los Mexicanos son cálidos y seres pacíficos. Gente que odia la guerra, el racismo y el odio generalizado. Aunque, tengo que admitir, que el problema en México nunca ha sido de racismo, sino clasismo. Pero ese es tema para otro día.

Estoy estupefacto ante como la gente ve a la comunidad Latina, creyendo que todos somos maleantes ó narcos ó asesinos; ignorantes ó idiotas; flojos ó que sólo escuchan reggaeton a todo el volumen en su coche mientras lucen a sus perras. Desafortunadamente, la gente que ni siquiera ha tenido la oportunidad de visitar un país latino, se fía de los estereotipos y peinsan que todos somo así cuando la realidad es que somos todo menos eso.

Deseo que se tomaran la oportunidad, el tiempo de ver a su alrededor. Darse cuenta, mirar. No somos diferentes del resto. Nuestras razas, lenguage ó forma de vida; nada es diferente. Somos humanos como todos.

¿Por qué nadie ha sido capaz de contestar mi pregunta? Yo pregunto, ¿Por qué odian a los Latinos? Todos contestan sin falta alguna... "porque vienen a nuestro país como mojados y nos roban los trabajos." o algo así. Sin mencionar que la gente piensa que los Latinos son una raza, cuando realmente son un grupo. Los Latinos venimos en todos colores y sabores. Por ejemplo y o soy blanco y de ojos verdiazules, pero 100% Latino, y orgulloso Mexicano. Pero en serio, no me voy a meter al aspecto político de ello, sin embargo no es como si los estuvieran haciendo desde un principio. No estoy de acuerdo con la gente imigrando, pero no los puedo culpar por querer una vida "mejor".

Mi pregunta aún está en pie. ¿Por qué odian a los Latinos? Entiendo que hay como 8 millones de Mexicanos en EUA. Son el 70% de la comunidad Latina. Es cierto, pero hay más de 100 millones de Mexicanos aqui. Y quien sabe cuantos Latinos en total. Como se puede odiar a una comunidad entera basándose en un número relativamente pequeño? ¿Realmente se puede creer que todos somos una réplica de lo que se ve allá? No se debe de olvidar que la comunidad en EUA es una mezcla rara de 2 culturas. Pero eso no es lo que ser Latino significa.

¿Por qué el Odio? ¿Por que las palabras hirientes? ¿Qué se requiere para creer que somos iguales? OK, nuestros países son más pobres y por consiguiente menos gente educada, pero estamos trabajando en ello. No nos estamos rascando la panza esperando a que la situación cambie. No. Nuestros países han tratado por decadas para salir del hoyo.

Detengan el Odio.

¿Por qué no podemos tener un mundo bueno? Creo firmemente que el humano nace neutro, y nosotros lo hacemos bueno ó malo. ¿Qué salió mal? ¿De donde viene la maldad? ¿Por qué no podemos tener un planeta pacífico, donde nadie se odia sin importar la religión, el color o la preferencia sexual?

Háganse ésta pregunta. Si les queda el saco. ¿Me pueden dar una respuesta honesta?

Alex-

Haha, funniez!

2007-02-25T05:49:00.001-06:00

OMG haha, insomnia has brought me these 2 gems.

I don't even need to translate this, it's just hilarious.

Yay...

Yes, I'm hot linking these links, if they belong to you leave a comment and I'll remove them... but I swear I tried to host them on my own first before giving in!

I'm sore | Me duele todo.

2007-02-24T15:38:00.000-06:00

OK, so, this is gonna be a somewhat long entry... and I should warn you, it'll be graphic. Enjoy, or something like that. However, keep in mind I'm not all about sexing my blog up. I'll write about the sex part too, for the pleasing of many hopefully, but focus on my mind and heart and not on my cock and ass! Haha.

He showed up in time. As is not his custom. He always had a special talent to be fashionably late to pretty much every engagement he had. Not this time though. He sported his really sexy scruffy look, sunglasses, blue T-shirt, jeans and white sneakers.

He sat and didn't talk. I stared at him with a grin on my face. He noticed. He said, "What?". I said, "Nothing". And he returned the smile. At this point, my mind was wondering if he was happy to see me. We talked about what we had been up to for the past 4 months. I ranted about school and how I can feel it's sucking the life right out of me. He said he was glad he wasn't an engineer, he had enough of geeks with me alone. It was a funny comment, but I didn't laugh. I just said that maybe I was just too smart for him. He burst out laughing, the bastard.

We kept talking while we ate like if this situation wasn't awkward. At least, it was for me. We went to my favorite Japanese restaurant. That is, an actual Japanese restaurant and not a sushi bar. The owner is Japanese and he always gives us free drinks because I speak Japanese with him. (Oh, yes, I speak 4 languages, haha.) Anyway, he had the special which is a huge, MONSTROUS meal. OK, it's not that big and I'd probably eat it too but I just wasn't that hungry. And it includes a gyouza order, miso soup, tempura (vegetables and shrimp), a big bowl of rice and the choice of cutlets you want. In this case he had katsudon, which is pork cutlets. I just had miso soup and katsudon.

When we finished eating, I ordered a green tea ice cream, because it was really hot, (which contrary to popular belief, is not normal for Mexico City, at least not in winter.) And I was eating, he took my spoon out of my mouth and ate some. It's not that I'm bothered by it or anything, I mean after all, it's not like I haven't tasted liters upon liters of his saliva. But, he's doesn't do that, or he didn't do that with anyone else but me when we were together. I simply chuckled.

After we were done eating, we went for a walk in the same area. This place is really beautiful, although I didn't bring my camera along, I promise next time I will. That's a new idea that just popped in my head. Most people are used to hearing that Mexico is ugly, and things of such nature. In this blog I'll also post pictures from all over the city, time to time, so that maybe that notion is dispelled. I mean, like every city in the world, there's good and bad and I'll show both.

Anyway, back on topic, we walked for a while, it was really sunny, and it was really crowded, as usual. Time to time he'd approach me and be really close to me. I missed his warmth. We stopped by the CD store and checked some music out, and he bought a DVD. Devil wears Prada. He said he really liked it. I liked it too. We left the store and bought a bottle of water that we shared.

Then he dropped the bomb.

I miss you. He said to me. I kept walking in silence, I didn't know what to answer. I missed him too, but you don't send a picture of someone in your bed to the person you supposedly miss. So, I told him if he really missed me what was that guy doing in his bed. He said he didn't do anything with him, just a friend passed out in his bed and did that to make me think he did. However, I'm not naive enough to believe that off the bat. I remained skeptical, but gave him the benefit of doubt. He went on to say that he had never felt more sad than after we broke up. I thought to myself, if he was so sad why didn't he call me, try to make everything well again. Of course then I wondered why I didn't call him either, but hey, this my blog, you're supposed to be on my side!

We kept talking about our feelings for each other, it all came down basically to saying that we missed each other, and we still had feelings for each other. He said he wanted to try again. I was happy about this. Was. So we went back to his place, and soon as we got in, he held me. I froze. It had been so long since he had his arms around me like he did. I was indulging in the moment. I turned around and kissed him, wait, I devoured him. I was kissing him so passionately and he back.

I pulled back and asked him, what were we doing? He answered it's perfectly normal for two people that are in love to kiss each other. I said, no, I meant what's happening now. Were are we headed? He closed in again on me, and whispered to my ear that he wanted me back. And then kissed me. I couldn't resist, I wanted it, but I didn't want it.

He kissed my neck and I was already lost. I couldn't fend for myself anymore. He was being so aggressive, groping me, fondling me. He was ravaging me. He took my shirt off and started sucking on my nipples. I pushed him on the couch, got on top of him and took his shirt of. Kissed his chest, his nipples, all of his torso.

I unbuttoned his jeans while kissing his abs, no underwear.. yummy. He was freshly trimmed. Just like I love it. I looked up at him and he smiled. I started to suck him off. I sucked him off like those times when you haven't had something in a long time and when you finally taste it again it drives you nuts. He got hard, fast. I laughed a little and told him it seemed he really missed me. He pulled me up to him, kissed me more and took my pants off. He began sucking me off, I was fascinated by it. We got into a somewhat constrained 69 position on the rug. I was sucking him off, deepthroating him while he fingered and wet my ass.

After a moment he signaled for us to go to his bed. He laid me on my back and started eating my ass. He was prepping me up for him. Or should I say, prepping me up to ram me. It felt so good. He told me to wait and went and got lube and a condom. He asked me to put it on. After I did, he kissed me more and said "I Love You.", I said I love him too. He lubed my ass and asked me to ride him.

I sat on his dick, which, mind you, is pretty big. I did it slowly, giving myself time to adjust to it. He had a wicked smile on his face, as if he knew I was struggling with it. Which I was. It had been a while since we last had had sex. I finally got it completely in, and he played with nipples. Once I was used to him, I started riding him, slow. I was so hard. He started moaning, telling me how much he loved me and my ass. Haha. I started riding him faster, working my ass over his cock. He moaned more. I love it when he moans. At this point I had my eyes closed, and what I assume was the biggest smile on my face in a while. And while my eyes were closed, he did some movement that put me on my back without me even expecting it.

He put his pillows below me back, lifted my ass to him and rammed me hard. He was fucking me so hard, but oh so good. I didn't want to touch my cock, I felt any touching would make me cum. He flipped me on my stomach, and rammed me again. I was moaning, I was lost in ecstasy. My cock rubbing against his bed while he reached deep inside me, I couldn't do anything, I came, I came hard. And as I came, I tightened my ass and I heard him say he was cumming, he rammed deep inside me and spasmed on me. He had cum hard too.

He stayed there a moment, kissing my neck, breathing heavily on me. He rolled over to the side and I got close to him, and we kissed for a long time, till he fell asleep. Come on, it wasn't even late at night! But I just looked at him a while and caressed him till I got sleepy myself and fell asleep with him.

I woke up a little while later. He was still asleep, it was about 8:30 PM. I laid there, staring at the ceiling. And then... the inevitable. I started to worry, I started to think. I panicked. I got up, quickly, got dressed and didn't even care if I woke him up. Which he did and asked what I was doing. I didn't answer, till he said in a louder voice but not an angry one, what was I doing. I told him I didn't know, I told him I felt weird and I just had to leave. He kept asking why. I couldn't answer, I didn't know myself. I just told him I had to think and I needed to be on my own a while. He said OK.

I left his place, went back home, took a shower and then went out to a party. Which was good, except I couldn't take him off my mind so I opted for getting wasted. Today I'm sore, and my ass hurts. He had no mercy. But we'll see what happens next. I've been avoiding his call the whole day.

I suck. In both ways.

Alex-

OK, pues esta va a estar larga... y muy gráfica. Disfruten, o algo así. Pero no olviden que mi blog no solo es de sexo. Escribiré sobre ello, sí. Pero concéntrense en mi mente, y corazón. Y no solo en batuta y mis nalgas. JAJA!

Llegó a tiempo. Que no suele ser el caso. Siempre ha tenido la habilidad de llegar tarde a todos sus compromisos. Pero no ésta vez. No se había rasurado, se veía muy sexy. Lentes de sol, una playera azul, jeans y tenis blancos.

Se sentó y no dijo nada. Me le quedé viendo con una sonrisa en mi cara. Se dió cuenta, y me dijo, "¿Qué?". Le dije que nada. Y me sonrió. Me preguntaba si estaba feliz de verme. Hablamos de lo que habíamos hecho en los últimos 4 meses. Yo me quejé de la escuela y lo ocupado que me mantiene. Dijo que le daba gusto no estudiar ingeniería, que con un solo nerd le bastaba. Fue gracioso, pero no reí. Simplemente le dije que tal vez era demasiado inteligente para el. Se rió el imbecil.

Platicamos mientras comíamos como si no fuera una situación incómoda. Lo era para mí al menos. Fuímos a mi restaurante Japonés favorito. Un restaurante de verdad, no como el Sushi Itto. El dueño es Japonés y siempre nos da de tomar gratis por que yo hablo Japonés con el. (Hablo 4 idiomas.) El pidió el especial, que enorme, gigante! Bueno, si me lo como pero no tenía mucha hambre. Viene con una orden de gyouza, una sopa misoshiru, tempura de camarón y vegetales, un plato de arroz grande y un katsudon. Yo namás me comí el katsudon y una sopa miso.

Cuando acabamos de comer, pedí un helado de té verde, estaba haciendo mucho calor. Mientras comía, me quito la cuchara de la boca y le dio un bocado. No me molesta ni mucho menos, digo, después de todo cuanta saliva suya no me habré tomado? Pero, él no hace esas cosas con cualquiera, solo las hacía conmigo. Me reí.

Cuando acabamos de comer, fuimos a caminar por ahí. No traje mi cámara pero los que viven en la ciudad saben que la Zona Rosa es linda.

Caminamos por un rato, estaba muy soleado, y muy ajetreado; típico. De vez en cuando se me acercaba. Extrañaba su calor. Fuimos a la tienda de discos y checamos música y el se compró el DVD de Devil Wears Prada. Dijo que le gustó mucho, a mi también me gusto. Nos fuimos de ahí y compramos una botella de agua para compartir.

Y despues...

Dijo que me extraña. Seguí camindando sin contestar. ¿Qué iba a decir? También lo extraño, pero no le mandas una foto de alguien en tu cama a la persona que extrañas. Le dije que si realmente me extrañaba, que hacía ese tipo en su cama. Dijo que no hizo nada con él, que era solo un amigo dormido y tomó la foto para hacerme creer que si habían hecho algo. Pero, no soy tan ingénuo para creerle con una mano en la cintura. Aún así le dí el beneficio de la duda. Dijo que nunca se había sentido mas triste que cuando cortamos. Yo pensé que si así había sido, ¿por qué nunca me llamó para arreglarlo? Claro, después me hize la misma pregunta a mi.

Seguimos hablando de nuestros sentimientos, básicamente nos extrañamos y aun sentimos por cada uno. Dijo que quería volver a intentar. Yo estaba feliz. Estaba. Así que fuimos a su depa, en cuanto entramos, me abrazó. Me quedé inmóbil. Hacía tanto tiempo que no sentía sus brazos. Saboreé el momento. Me di la vuelta y lo besé, bueno, lo devoré. Lo besaba apasionadamente y el a mí.

Me eché para atrás y le pregunte que era ésto? El dijo que la gente normal se da besos cuando se aman. Le dijo que eso no era lo que estaba preguntando, sino que qué significaba ésto. ¿A dónde vamos? Se acerco a mí otra vez, y susurró en mi oído que me quería de vuelta. Me besó. No me podía resistir. Quería, pero no quería.

Besó mi cuello y me perdí. No podía defenderme más. Estaba siendo agresivo, me tocaba, me fajaba. Me estaba haciendo suyo. Me quitó la camisa, y chupaba mis pezones. Lo empuje al sillón, me sente sobre él y le quité la camisa. Besé su pecho, sus pezones, su torso entero. Le desabroché los pantalones, no traía nada puesto debajo. Parecía recientemente cortado, pero no rasurado. Justo como me gusta. Lo miré a los ojos y el me sonrió. Empezé a chupársela. Se la chupé como cuando estás desesperado por comer algo y cuando por fin lo pruebas otra vez, te vuelves loco. Se le puso durísima bastante rápido. Me reí y le dije que paecía que me había extrañado realmente.

Me jaló hacia él, me besó mas y me quitó los pantalones. Me la empezó a chupar, me fascinaba tanto. Nos pusimos en posición un tanto apretada de 69 en la alfombra. Se la chupaba, tragándomela toda, mientras el me dedeaba, y me mojaba el culito. Después de un rato, me señaló que fuéramos a su cama. Me puso sobre mi espalda y me empezó a comer el culo. Me estaba preparando para el. O más bien, preparándome para que me diera sin piedad. Se sentía tan bien. Me dijo que esperara y trajo lubricante y un condón. Me dijo que se lo pusiera, y así lo hice. Me beso mas y dijo que me amaba, le dije que yo también lo amaba. Me lubrico y me pidió que lo montara.

Me senté sobre su tranca, que es muy, muy grande. Lo hice despacio, dándome tiempo de ajustarme a ese monstruo. Tenía una sonrisa perversa en su cara, como si supiera que me costaba trabajo. Y tenía razón. Ya hacía tiempo desde la última vez que tuvimos relaciones. Cuando por fin estuvo completamente dentro de mi, me acostumbre a él. Jugaba con mi pezones, y lo empezé a montar. Yo estaba a mil. Empezó a respirar fuerte y se pusó muy vocal. Diciéndome cuanto me amaba a mi y ami culo. Jaja. Lo montaba más rápido, moviéndome sobre el. Me encanta cuando gime. Ya para este tiempo, yo estaba que explotaba, tenía los ojos cerrados y una sonrisota. No se como, pero de repente me puso sobre mi espalda.

Puso sus almohadas bajo mi, levantó mis caderas hacia el y me la dejo ir duro. Me la metió hasta adentro. Me estaba dando durísimo, pero tan rico. No me la quería jalar, cualquier forma de tacto me iba a hacer venir. Me puso boca abajo, y me la metió otra vez. Yo solo gritaba de placer. Perdido en éxtasis. Mi verga embarrada contra la cama mientras me exploraba profundamente, no podía hacer nada. Me vine, me vine duro. Y cuando me vine, aprete mi culito y escuché que decía que se venía, me la metió hasta adentro y sentí sus espasmos sobre mi espalda. También el se vino duro.

Se quedó ahí un momento, besando mi cuello, respirando fuertemente sobre mi. Se acostó sobre la cama y me le acerqué, y nos besamos por un alrgo tiempo hasta que se quedó dormido. No era ni de noche y se quedó dormido! Me le quedé viéndolo, y acariciándolo, hasta que me quedé dormido también. Más tarde, me desperte.

El seguía dormido, eran aproximadamente las 8:30 PM. Me quedé ahí acostado, mirando al techo. Y luego... lo inevitable. Me empecé a preocupar, empecé a pensar. Me dio pánico. Me levante, me vestí rapidamente sin importarme si lo despertaba. Y sí se despertó y preguntó que pasaba. No contesté, hasta que levanto la voz pero no estaba enojado. Le dije que no sabía, que me sentía raro y que me tenía que ir. Me seguía preguntando por que. No podía contestar, ni yo sabía. Sólo le dije que tenía que pensar y que tenía que estar solo un rato. Dijo que estaba bien.

Me fuí a mi casa, me bañé, y me fui a una peda. Que estuvo buena, excepto que no me lo podía sacar de la mente, así que me puse una de aquellas. Hoy me duele todo, y me duele el culo. No tuvo piedad. Pero ya veremos que pasa. Estuvo evadiéndolo todo el día.

Soy un desastre.

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening To: Aqualung - Another Little Hole

Aaaaahhhhh!!!

2007-02-23T03:33:00.000-06:00

I just woke up from the most terrible nightmare ever... A man with an umbrella approached me, ready to smack me. Lucky, yours truly was able to take a mind picture of him and here are the results:

Trailer Park much, eh?

OK, so my joke sucked but I had to jump on the bandwagon. Besides, it's 4:15 AM and I did sort of have a nightmare.

Suppose you call your ex one night (OK let's say 2 nights ago), completely drunk. You apologize for screwing up your somewhat magnificent relationship (at least in your head), no tears, no drama, just apologizing. But he says nothing, yet you can hear him on the other side of the line.

Suppose ex sends you a picture of someone in their bed that same night, someone who is obviously not him, or you for the matter. And suppose he then calls you 2 days later, completely wasted and asks you to meet him the next day for lunch.

I think that paints a pretty creepy and scary picture, not so much because I know he's gonna look hideous if he's hungover (which he will), but because I'm scared to be hurt again in a new way. Yet, I said yes to his request.

I'm absolutely terrified of meeting him tomorrow. I've been running so many questions through my head. What does he want? Will we get back? Does he miss me? Do I miss him? Does he still love me? Do I still love him? Oh wait... that last one should be scratched from there.

It's been around 4 months since we broke up. Never a single word to each other since that day. Until, of course, 2 days ago. Now I'm starting to regret ever calling him. But I'm keeping a positive attitude. After all, there's literally nothing he could say that could hurt me more than he hurt me that day. Seriously.

I'm a rocker, I love rock. Yet there is no other song that comes to my head right other than Christina Aguilera's "Walk Away" to convey my feelings right this moment. Anyway, it's getting late but I had to get that out, harhar... I hope everything goes well. At least if it doesn't, I hope to find some closure.

I shall head to bed now. Goodnight whoever is reading this.

Alex-

Acabo de despertar de la más terrible pesadilla... Un pelon con un paraguas quería agarrarme a punta de madrazos. Por suerte, su querido, o sea yo, pudo tomarle una fotografía mental y esto es lo que salió.

[Foto arriba]

Está bien, lo admito, mi chiste fue pésimo. Pero, ¿quién no ha sido parte de la borregada? Además, son las 4:15 de la mañana y si tuve una pesadilla... bueno, mas o menos.

Supongamos que, una noche de copas, decides llamar a tu ex (OK, el martes). Te disculpas por haber echado a perder la algo magnifica relación que tenían (o por lo menos eso creías), sin lagrimas, sin drama, solo disculpas. Pero, él no dice nada, solo lo puedes escuchar en la bocina.

Supongamos que tu ex te manda una foto de alguien en su cama, alguien que no es el, ni tú. Y supongamos que dos días despues, te llama, completamente intoxicado, y te pide que comas con el al otro día.

Creo que pinta una imagen muy tétrica y que emana horror, no tanto por que se va a ver de la patada crudo (por que así será), pero por que tengo mucho miedo, muchísimo miedo de que me hiera otra vez. Aún así dije que si.

Estoy aterrado de encontrarme con el mañana. Tengo tantas preguntas en mi cabeza. ¿Qué quiere? ¿Vamos a volver? ¿Me extraña? ¿Lo extraño? ¿Aún me ama? ¿Aún lo amo?... Bueno, olviden esa última pregunta.

Han pasado mas o menos 4 meses desde que cortamos. Nunca nos dirijimos la palabra otra vez. Hasta hace 2 días. Ahora me estoy arrepintiendo de haberlo llamado. Pero mantengo una actitud positiva. Después de todo, no hay nada que me pueda decir que me pueda herir más que sus palabras ese día. En serio.

Soy rockero, me encanta el rock. Pero no hay ninguna otra canción en la que pueda pensar en este momento, que exprese mis sentimientos como "Walk Away" de Christina Aguilera.

Bueno, ya es tarde pero tenía que sacar eso. Espero que todo salga bien mañana... y si no.. espero encontrar una manera de cerrar éste capítulo de mi vida de una vez por todas.

Me voy a hacer la meme, buenas noches lectores.

Alex-

Escuchando/Listening to: Stereophonics - Traffic

Approaching Planet X39-Logos

2007-02-21T12:07:00.000-06:00

Yeah, title has nothing to do with this entry. Ignoren el título.

I'm an engineer, I delve in numbers and not words. But I love philosophy and other forms of very specific art such as Street Art and Photography. Drawing. Really, whatever tickles me. So I have decided to post a few images of some artists I've been digging lately.

Soy ingeniero, lo mío, lo mío, son los números. Pero me fascina la fisolofía, el dibujo, el arte callejero y la fotografía. Cualquier cosa que me interese. Así que en este post incluiré algunos artistas que me gustan últimamente.

First up is a guy who goes by the handle of Jason Chan. He is a drawing artist and I should say that he is quite talented too. His style is absolutely fantastic and appealing to my eyes. But you should decide if you think so as well on your own. Here is some of his work (click for large version):

Primero, tenemos a éste cuate que se hace llamar Jason Chan. Es dibujante y es muy, muy talentoso. Su estilo es fantástico y seductor a mis ojos. Pero decidan por ustedes mismos. Esto es algo de lo suyo:

If you like this, you can find more of his work in the links area. Click on JasonChan Art.

Si te gustó, en los links puedes llegar a su sitio, les recomiendo visitarlo.

Another fantastic artist is a woman who goes by the handle of ehsohz. She is responsible for magnificent jewels such as this:

Otra artista fantástica es esta mujer que se hace llamar ehsohz. Es la creadora de esta joyita:

I believe street art is gonna be amongst the cultural stones of this decade. And will only continue to grow. It has been there for the longest time, but only recently have the more common masses been taking interest in it.

Unfortunately, as many people have stolen her work, you cannot get many pictures from her site, so you can only watch. But please do visit it, in the links section you'll find her MySpace address.

Creo que el arte callejero es una importante pieza de la cultura actual. Y solo va a crecer. Aunque ha existido por un tiempo ya, solo hasta hace poco las masas se han dado cuenta de su magnificencia.

Sin embargo, muchos se han robado su trabajo, así que no es fácil obtener imágenes mas que en su sitio. En el área de links encontrar su dirección de MySpace.

On and on with this post. The folks at ghostpatrol.net have some pretty interesting ideas. Their style is a bit different and might not sit well with some people, but personally, I find it interesting and pretty cool. Anyway, some of their work is this:

Siguiendo con el post. Los cuates de ghostpatrol.net tienen unas ideas bastantito interesantes. Su estilo es un poco diferente y tal vez no les caiga bien a algunos, pero personalmente, yo lo encuentro interasante y muy chido. Bueno, algo de su trabajo:

A photographer I absolutely love is Monku. His pictures are breathtaking. You just have to check out his Flickr! Click here!

And of course some of his work:

Hay un fotografo que me fascina. Sus fotos son excepcionales. Tienen que visitar su Flickr. Clic aquí!

Algo de su trabajo:

And for the last section in this first edition of whatever you wanna call this post I leave you with 2 very creative men. Feral and CopyRight.

They both worked together on this set. Unfortunately, because some companies have stolen designs from a lot of these artists, they have taken measures so that you cannot copy their work in any way. Please visit their sites to see more. So, enjoy.

Y para la última sección en esta edición de sea lo que sea esto. Los dejo con dos chavos muy creativos. Feral y CopyRight.

Trabajaron juntos en este set. Desafortunadamente, como muchas compañias se roban sus diseños, han tomado medidas para evitar que se puedan copiar sus imágenes. Así que visiten sus sitios para ver mas. Disfruten.

This concludes the first part of this entry. Visit the links and find more like them.

Con esto concluyo la primera parte de esta entrada. Pasen por los links, hay muchos más allá afuera.

All pictures shown are Copyright of their respective owners and therefore should not be stolen. These guys are amazing artists and we should support them in every way we can.

Test

2007-02-21T01:35:00.001-06:00

Test post, yeah yeah yeah.

P.D. Díganme si el texto es legible y no les destruye las pupilas.
P.S. Let me know if the text is readable and doesn't fuck with your pupils.