Stop the Hate | Paren el Odio

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-

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Haha, funniez!

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!

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I'm sore | Me duele todo.

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

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Aaaaahhhhh!!!

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

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Approaching Planet X39-Logos

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.

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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.

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