<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327</id><updated>2011-08-30T17:18:08.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, thoughts, dreams.. Me</title><subtitle type='html'>I would cry, but they have stolen my tears; I would shout, but they have stolen my voice. So then.. I write.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-8500579595630787744</id><published>2008-10-10T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:46:34.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky..?</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about how lucky I really am in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, the restaurant I am (was) working at, exploded.. there was some people injured and stuff. I was lucky I was off that day. A friend made a comment making fun of how I just "escaped dead".. and that made me think that altough this one wasn't really a close call, I've certainly had quite a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;I've almost died several times, and each of those I've thought of myself to be really lucky. But somehow I feel that that's as far as my luck goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By simple things as saying that I've never won anything in my life, to more complex situations.&lt;br /&gt;For example.. that of the restaurant I am (was) working at exploding. They said they could sponsor me for my visa extension which is just what I want.. and then this happens.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I haven't heard anything about what's going on or what's gonna happen, and I have no means of contacting anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Now, luckily I had a part time at the Four Seaons.. and the housekeeping manager has been giving me a full time schedule for what happened (he even offered me to go back full time to work there).. thing is.. I don't really want to. I'll do it if there's no other choice.. but I'll try to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money.. I always have enough to get by.. but when I start making some savings, something happens and I go back to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, girls.. seems like every single time I find one that I get to love, I can't be with her.. it's happened before (Jaz and Brenda) and it's happening again.. I like her a lot, and she just doesn't care about me. I don't know if it's even worth to keep trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay here in Canada longer, but things ain't looking too good for the close future. I haven't found where to live, job is uncertain and the visa thing seems to be getting more complicate without a sponsor (which I don't have yet). Not even where to live, 'cuz I have to move out in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, weather is getting colder. In the morning on the way to work you can see how flowers and plants are all frosty. We're getting under 0 already. Time to get warm clothes out of the closet once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I missed a little bit my point about being lucky.. but that was mostly it. I've managed to keep alive, but always missing the good parts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family and friend. Thank God Victor came to visit and we had a blast! Best week I've had in a real long time!!&lt;br /&gt;Talking, drinking, chillin'.. and those fun times at the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-8500579595630787744?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/8500579595630787744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=8500579595630787744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/8500579595630787744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/8500579595630787744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky.html' title='Lucky..?'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-1267756789533799329</id><published>2008-08-29T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:50:34.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great expectations!</title><content type='html'>.. No, this ain't about the movie with that same title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swallowing some pride, I decided I could go back and work again for Four Seasons, so I had to get a haircut, take out my piercing and shave. After the first day at work.. well.. I kinda remembered why I had stopped working there in the first place, and greatly regreted having that haircut and removing my piercing (it's closed now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually hired as a CASUAL banquets server. Highlighting casual it's important. It shows that I'm not hired as a full time, it means that I just have to work for them whenever they got something for me. It also means that I don't have a steady paycheck waiting for me every now and then, but it may vary depending on how much I worked (which leads to not being certain I'll be able to pay the rent and booze... and food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to keep looking for something else. And something else came up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day working at the clothing store (readers, stay away from working at retail! it'sa easy, but no good-ah!) and sunday I start working as a cook in a restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;I admit i'm a bit nervous on that matter.. it's been a while since I've been in a kitchen other than my own, and not even there I've done much proper cooking.. but it's a good oportunity to take that back (and make some bucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better than that, Vick's coming (teehee!) to Canada next week!!! that should be fun  &lt;("&lt;) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about what to do for a near future.. still changing my mind a lot.. should I stay in Whistler? stay in Canada? extend my visa? if I do.. should I do it on my own? or get sponsored by anyone?... or should I try to tramit my permanent residence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where's that magic crystal ball that should tell me what's best to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading some more from Neil Gaiman.. love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... yeah!.. and luckily I'll get internet back this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-1267756789533799329?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/1267756789533799329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=1267756789533799329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1267756789533799329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1267756789533799329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-expectations.html' title='Great expectations!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-5818008728788140088</id><published>2008-08-11T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:26:48.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>same old story</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to post.. over and over.. and I just don't. Many reasons and excuses. It's sad the way I've forsaken my dear blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I can blame it on my living situation: I have no internet.. (no, I'm not lying, I'm at the library). There's not much to tell anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working at the clothing store (still in Whislter too). And I'll stay here hopefully for another winter season. But it'll all depend on my visa thing. It expires on December, and besides I'll try to extend it, doesn't mean I'll get it, so we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'll go back to work for Four Seasons. Some friends coming back to Whistler, which gives it some sorta 'familiar feeling'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a booooring life at the moment. The apartment I'm living in has no TV and no internet.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the lack of those two make life so... 'apart from the world'.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wonder what was life like when those didn't exist. Also there's only me and another guy in the place.. so if one of us is working, it gets very quiet and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll move to another place with internet connection by the end of the month.. so I might come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Probably not, but the will will be there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD. I forgot to mention.. creepy Hector! aftner months and months of no posting, last time I did he commented the same day! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, but really.. thanks to all readers and comments welcome =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-5818008728788140088?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/5818008728788140088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=5818008728788140088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/5818008728788140088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/5818008728788140088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2008/08/same-old-story.html' title='same old story'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-7551696258350172962</id><published>2008-07-01T00:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:59:47.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection !!</title><content type='html'>Will this blog become like Lazarus? come back from the land of the dead?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is that since a couple days back I've been thinking of writing something again. I have no idea of what I could write about, since it's just so much that I can't think of where to start.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just give a quick hint points, and might repeat a couple things, because I don't remember what I wrote the last couple times (and I'm also too lazy to check it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, winter's finished.. I went snowboarding for the first time in my life, and I loved it. I went from zero to blue lines (intermedium). After living with the english guys, I moved out to another room (inside the same building).&lt;br /&gt;I went to live with a couple guys from Chile, real nice guys, good friends. But eventually, as everyone else in this town.. it was time for them to go home. I miss those guys, but I guess that if I'm staying here any longer I'll have to get used to that. People come and go with every season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of having my ass bitched off everyday at the Four Seasons hotel, so I changed trades. Now I'm working at a clothing store up in the Whistler Village. Retail. Not the best thing in life, but at least pays the bills.&lt;br /&gt;I just got compromised to work there until August, and I'll stay until then. After that I don't know what I'm doing.. maybe Vancouver, maybe stay here.. who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the hospitality program I'm doing fine. I'm the one doing best with the exams, but it's completely boring.. I can't wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a PS3!! So nice! got it with Metal Gear 4 and Guitar Hero. It's a nice way to waste some free time. And I started reading Neil Gaiman. I had a book from him since winter, I rescued it from the garbage at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say.. started up a bit strange.. took me like 3 times to pass from the first pages. But as soon as I kept on with it, I loved it! I love it, he's a great writer. I'm reading Neverwhere, I think it's a "second edition" of it or something like that, since at the beginning it says so.. that no matter if you read it before, this one in particular is a different one. Anyway I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. that's pretty much it. As I said, I don't know if I'll keep posting or not, but here's this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-7551696258350172962?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/7551696258350172962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=7551696258350172962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7551696258350172962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7551696258350172962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2008/07/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection !!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-1063998365812778334</id><published>2008-01-11T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:46:40.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Whistler!!</title><content type='html'>This is by far the most fun city to live EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in a long time, and it's been because first I didn't have internet connection where I live, then I was too busy between work and study.. and also a bit of lazyness.. but well, Tomas' constant sexual harrasment forcing me to keep on writing finally convinced me.. (not that I didn't like it.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, I'm living in Whistler, a town 2 hours away from Vancouver, a very high class touristic place where people come most of all to skii (well, actually I live in Creekside, which is 10 min. away from Whistler). I'm working at the Four Seasons (1 of the 2 AAA 5 diamond hotels in Canada, and the only resort with that award in Canada). I work in housekeeping, which ain't much fun.. but it pays the bills and a bit more =)&lt;br /&gt;School is booooooring as hell! I wish I could just keep on working and drop school.. but well, hopefully it won't be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with 2 english guys (Ash and Ed) and 1 australian (Murray). The building where I live used to be an hotel and the Four Seasons bought it and rents it to us, so there's only employees living here. It's quite nice, since for the nature of this town 70% of the locals are young people between 18 and 27 years old, and at least 95% of the people living in this building fit that range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been memorable things I'd like to mention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My roomie Ed eating cereal with beer (well, there was no milk.. and that way you save time when you wanna eat something to drink later, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For New Year party, I went out of the building and saw Matias and Oscar (2 friends from Chile) on their balcony on the 2nd floor, when they asked me where was I going, I told them to come to the party.. so Oscar just jumped!! (4 square meters of soft snow and a tree in the border).. well, imagine he landed on his back exactly over the tree, just to come near me to tell me he had to go back inside because he forgot his jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fat Tony's Pizza (best pizza ever!!! honest)... ehm.. (while being drunk AND sober)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Going up Whistler mountain with my new snowboard just to came down most of it on my ass! (my anus is bleeding!!... well not really, but it does hurt..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Following a total stranger on my birthday because I was so drunk I thought I was following a roomie, and when I realized it was the wrong person I was in the middle of the road.. in the middle of nowhere at 3 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. it's been almost 2 real fun months up here, and I'm having a great time, met so many peolpe that I don't even know the names of all of them yet, and keep on meeting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-1063998365812778334?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/1063998365812778334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=1063998365812778334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1063998365812778334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1063998365812778334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-in-whistler.html' title='Life in Whistler!!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-2365642006240032506</id><published>2007-11-07T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:27:03.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes By..</title><content type='html'>.. I’m still here, nothing special has happened but a couple things I’d like to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one is that for the very first time in my life, I got to “celebrate” Halloween at school in a country where it is a holiday (we don’t really celebrate it in Mexico).&lt;br /&gt;Totally different than in Mexico, where people may get a disguise for a party at night or something, in here people even disguise for school. I gotta say mostly as a guy.. OMG! There should be a Halloween every week! I could almost drool all around the place looking at so many girls with disguises so hot and sexy!&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I make it official that I like Halloween and there should be one weekly (or at least monthly).. and I don’t exactly eat lots of candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I got a little traditional too. Pearl bought a big pumpkin (well, I dunno what’s the average size of one, but this one seemed big to me) for me to carve, and I did! I opened it, got the seeds out and then carved it. When it was done we placed it in the kitchen table, lights off and a small candle inside of it. It was neat.&lt;br /&gt;Besides we put the pumpkin seeds in the oven and then put some salt on ‘em (also known as Pearl did all that) so we could have them as a snack while watching a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to me a taste of the Canadian kindness.. at school I told the teacher that since I was running out of money, and we were supposed to be working already according to the first plan of events they gave us, I wanted to get one temporary job while we start with the one up in Whistler (I still gotta start there on November 27th).&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. seems like the principal of the school, who is also the coordinator for the hospitality program, heard about my lack of money and willing to get a job, so out of the blank he just gave me 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.. caught me out of guard. I totally didn’t ever expect that’d happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing on this post is my ice-skating classes. I like to think I’m proving.. and Kim says so, but honestly, I don’t feel is like that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today he offered me that he’d give me a couple beers at the end of the skating, but for each time I fell he’d take 1 back (that is, I could fall just one at the most if I wanted to get any free beer)&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, he told some kids that he’d give them $1 every time they made me fall, but they weren’t allowed to touch me, they could just skate near me. Of course he didn’t told me about that, I just figured it out, and when I told him that he accepted having made that deal with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;At the end I fell 2 times.. but still got a beer =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-2365642006240032506?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/2365642006240032506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=2365642006240032506' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/2365642006240032506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/2365642006240032506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-goes-by.html' title='Time Goes By..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-8587456397358336879</id><published>2007-10-30T09:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:31:50.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Week Ever!</title><content type='html'>Finally things are moving in the program, we went already to a couple job interviews (2 up in Whistler and 2 downtown Vancouver). Everything so far points that we’ll end up in Whistler because the high season is just starting there, while in downtown Vancouver everything will slow down from now until March or April.&lt;br /&gt;So because of that  seems like I’ll be working in Whistler until summer, when I definitely want to come down to Vancouver (and it’ll be high season).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I knew it from the beginning we’re being the guinea pigs for this program (we’re the first group ever). This program was designed by teachers at school, and they have no idea of what’s going on with the hospitality industry, so now that we had the interviews the most likely place to go is Whistler, but not only that, also they start hiring on November 27th, which means that we’ll have to stay here one more month without working.&lt;br /&gt;So for the time being, we’ll just keep going to regular classes. The school already talked to the home stays families to arrange that we stay with them.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t even have to worry about the coming group, because so far no one else has got their visas for coming here.. (that makes just 3 of us have got them for no special reason.. seems that just good luck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happier and happier with my home stay family. Before we new what was gonna happen with us with the job, and where we were gonna be living, Kim talked to me and told me I could stay here no problem, and I shouldn’t worry about the money.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Andy’s B-day, so Thursday we went to a casino to celebrate (I didn’t bet, and Andy lost $100). After that we walked to a bar nearby where we had a snack a quite some beers (Andy also got some tequila shots, hehehe), it was real fun! And Andy got drunk (Kim said that when he got back home he threw up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday two Japanese guys (Kensuke and Yazu) came to live here, though they only came for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;Today we went ice-skating, and man it’s difficult and painful.. maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’d never skated before (not on ice nor roller skate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was supposed to cook that soup (“carne en su jugo”) again, because they really liked it and they asked me to, but at the end we went to eat to a Japanese restaurant really good!! It’s the best Japanese food I’ve ever had and the 2 Japanese kids said that it was real Japanese food (we asked dinner for 6, so they took several different dishes).&lt;br /&gt;Also Kim asked me to cook some tacos at his work too. =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, and Kim’s mom (whom I met since Thanks Giving and it’s a really nice lady) wants me to prepare her sometime some Mexican dish, just the same as the guys we went out to the casino on Thursday (Andy’s friend family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now with a bit more expectations and a couple more worries I look forward to see what’s to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD. Oh right, sadly for the job interviews I had to get my hair cut, shaved and took out my piercing.. the principal at the school told me I looked better with my hair long, and now the people that already knew me in here make fun of me because I look much younger..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-8587456397358336879?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/8587456397358336879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=8587456397358336879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/8587456397358336879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/8587456397358336879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/10/longest-week-ever.html' title='Longest Week Ever!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-461419621656625136</id><published>2007-10-18T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:54:49.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Left</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not writing in some time, but it’s been somehow difficult to get the time and the mood to write about what’s been going on. Be warned that this is intended to be a long post.. though I’ve forgotten already many things that have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ahead just one week left living with the Fabbro’s before I have to go out working. It’s still a bit annoying and frustrating that even there’s only one week left, we still don’t know where are we gonna be working, or doing what.. so even less where we’re gonna be living.. still the teacher at school tells us to stay calm and that they’re gonna work it all out.. well, I just hope they’ve got a perfect plan that they haven’t told us.&lt;br /&gt;Still, seems like we’ll end up working in Whistler.. it’s not for sure yet, but that seems to be the most probable thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve moved on around this place.. I got my SIN number, and I already got my card too, got a cell phone (which sadly I gotta pay already for the first month), got a canadian bank account and the certificates for the special courses I’ve done besides the hospitality program already started to arrive (special courses like: WHIMS, Food Safe, Serve It Right, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My “family life” has been going great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend Thanks Giving with Kim’s family (and besides that, it was the first time I celebrate that).. well, Kim himself is really funny, but being with his brothers all together, it was hilarious! And we had tons of food! There were like 8 different main dishes, plus the appetizers and the desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday Kim took me to a hockey game. I’d never been to one before.. it’s not a likely sport in Mexico, and it was quite interesting. I enjoyed it.. it’s fast and aggressive, good to watch. He even told me he was a hockey trainer in here for years, so he’ll be teaching me how to play and stuff. After the game we came back home and he had a surprise for me! He bought some Corona beers!!&lt;br /&gt;That’s not my favorite beer when I’m in Mexico.. but trust me, it was like a taste of heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday he got me a couple more beers and invited me to play chess since he had seen me play a couple times against the PC. It was cool.. at least in Mexico is kinda hard to find people that:&lt;br /&gt;Know the difference between chess and checkers (it really stupid for me.. but well, I guess that it’s because of the board)&lt;br /&gt;Know how to play chess&lt;br /&gt;Are good playing chess&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Kim knows how to play, it’d been like 3 or 4 years since the last time I played against another human being. Anyway.. he beat me. Then I got to play against Andy, but I beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still not completely sure that working in an hotel is the right thing for me, or it’s what I wanna do.. but so far I’m happy because Kim offered me that if I wanna work in construction (there’s a lot of job here and it’s a bit better paid than the hospitality industry) he already told a friend of him about me, I’d just have to call him. I’d also get some equipment lent from him (like the safety hat, tools belt and stuff like that).&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to know that in case of some sudden weird change of mind, I’m not stuck with just one choice on what to do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Pearl and Kim took me for breakfast to a kind of a country restaurant. It was called the “Log Cabin Grill”. It was in the side of the road in the middle of the forest on the way to the Golden Ears (the closest snowed mountains from here).&lt;br /&gt;It was a great breakfast, served by the typical waitress: sweet old fat lady with a great smile and nice attitude. First of all a cup of hot coffee (real coffee, not soluble) and then a huge omelet sided with bacon, hash browns and toast with real butter!&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we went to a car show. Around 200 new sport and classic old cars. Really interesting.. but sad because I don’t have a car anymore, and even if I had one in here, I don’t have drivers license (although.. everyone here drives worst like my grandma.. everyone respect the speed limit of 50km/h.. silly people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening that day, after some shopping in a couple stores to get all the ingredients I cooked dinner. I made another typical Mexican dish: “Carne en su jugo”!&lt;br /&gt;I love that stuff!! And the good part is that I was able to get almost all of the ingredients (just couldn’t get those baby onions), and I tasted real good.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny because they were making fun of it because of the green color, but after all they loved it, without say I prepared enough soup for 6 people.. and it was over (and we’re only 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday me and Fabiola went again downtown Vancouver. We were supposed to start looking for a place to live.. but we ended up just going to Stanley park walking and then into the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;That place was nice, lot of interesting fishes, but it was actually much smaller that I thought it’d be.. and it was more expensive that I thought it’d be too (with the student card it was $15 can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tasted my first typical from Canada pumpkin pie! Warm from the oven and house made!! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy because seems like I’ve made a good impression on the Fabbro’s. They told me that I’m more that welcome to come and spend X-mas with them if I want to and I happen to be around here for that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. life.. I'll find out eventually what's it got planned for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-461419621656625136?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/461419621656625136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=461419621656625136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/461419621656625136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/461419621656625136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-week-left.html' title='One Week Left'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-7717221411005872001</id><published>2007-10-01T11:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:56:40.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After The First Week</title><content type='html'>It’s been one week since I got here to Canada, and everything’s going smooth, but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends, I miss talking to some of them about my daily life and what’s going on. I miss going out for a walk in the city, going to a bar for some nice micheladas.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been missing and thinking a lot about Brenda, and at some point I can’t help feel a little stupid.. after what happened between us, I spent 4 months forgetting her, and I was doing just fine.. I can’t complain about those last days with her, they were just wonderful.. but they opened something that was probably much better the way it was: closed. I hope I can get either to that point soon again, or she finds a way to get here (which I truly doubt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got here I haven’t smoked not even 1 cigarette, and I don’t feel the need to, so that should get my health better. What I do miss is drinking. I haven’t got not even 1 drop of alcohol neither since I came here, and I feel like I wanna just go to a bar and get some booze.. but that’s not something I usually do alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! Today I got to see the first wild black bear of my life! It was around 9pm that all the dogs went crazy barking, well, it was a black bear eating the garbage from the bags next to the garage. Seems like it’s kind of a common thing to see around here, but well.. it was my first time (and didn’t hurt! yay!). Which is a good point on why I shouldn’t go out walking at night on the neighborhood (Pearl told me that besides of black bears there are coyotes around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School’s been boring.. but that’s school after all. At the end of it, we ended up being only 4 students for the first group of the program. The people from Europe is supposed to start arriving from the second group, and from the 12 Mexicans that were gonna come, only us 4 got the visa on time.&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s a bit boring to be so few, it’s got its advantages. Last week the teacher took us to downtown Vancouver (I’m actually living in Maple Ridge, a suburb of Vancouver) and she paid for everything, which I really doubt she can do when there’re 20 or more students instead of 4. Or even going to downtown Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I made some chilorio, refried beans and carne asada tacos for dinner. They loved them, and after that they tasted the Tequila I brought them (Cuervo 1800) and they loved it too. That day I met Angelina (the daughter that lives downtown Vancouver).. too bad she doesn’t live here! She’s real cute, quite friendly and really smart (she’s studying robotics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last (because this has been a long post), I’m happy with the weather here so far. I love rain.. and in here it rains all the time, and if it’s not raining, it’s as cloudy as if it was. I’m sure I’ll get to miss the sun at some point, but well.. so far, I’m fine. (I just wish the weather as good as in Guadalajara in the rainy season, ‘cuz it’s too damn cold up here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all! Hope to see any familiar face soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-7717221411005872001?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/7717221411005872001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=7717221411005872001' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7717221411005872001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7717221411005872001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-first-week.html' title='After The First Week'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-2573178229202365515</id><published>2007-09-24T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:32:59.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Beginning</title><content type='html'>First of all, I gotta explain that since I don’t know how often (and for how long) I’m gonna be able to get online actually with my own computer, I’ll just be writing posts or stuff on word and then posting it whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so.. I have arrived to Canada! I’m not actually in Vancouver already, I’m living in one of the suburbs of Vancouver, called Maple Ridge (or that’s what I think it’s called so far.. since before coming here I thought it was called Red Ridge).&lt;br /&gt;My home stay, or the family I’m staying with consists of Kim (dad), Pearl (mom) and Andrew (19 years old boy). They also have Angela, who’s 22, but she doesn’t live with them anymore and I haven’t met her yet. There’re pets in the house.. for being exact 9 dogs, collies all of them. I haven’t learned all of their names yet, but I already know some, like: ginger, shadow, jazmine (heh! life..), dash, charm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting here was a bit tiring.. first of all because of the scales I had to do in the US (first L.A. and then Seattle). But when I got to Vancouver airport was much better. It was quite easy to get past immigration, and going out of the airport I Gaby found me (she’s a girl coming for the same program that arrived half an hour before me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were bringing us to Maple Ridge, I got to see the most perfect rainbow I’ve ever seen! It seemed almost solid!! They were actually 2 rainbows, but the first one wasn’t that special.. the second one on the other hand, was huge, really tall, with all of the 7 colors very well defined, really bright.. wow! Honestly I’ve never seen one like that before.. I wish I could’ve taken a pic, but the camera was inside my luggage. We even asked the driver if that was a common thing to see here, but he said no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good thing about this place is that although is cold (at least colder than Mexico), it’s not an extreme weather. As Kim was telling me today, usually during the colder season it gets down to –2 or –3ºC, and at night it gets as low as –8ºC.. so it’s gonna be cold, but I don’t think I’ll become an ice cube with that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels weird to be once again in a foreign country, with a foreign language, unknown people, strange culture.. I’m gonna miss being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beginning of a new chapter in my life, I’ll be writing down as much as I can (and as much as I feel like) about it so I can feel I’m not too far apart from the people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD- Yaaaay!! Tomorrow begins Heroes second season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-2573178229202365515?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/2573178229202365515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=2573178229202365515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/2573178229202365515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/2573178229202365515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-beginning.html' title='Another Beginning'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-4634104884912316407</id><published>2007-09-10T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:42:53.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(About that draft I'd left)</title><content type='html'>The time has come once more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for me to leave this place. It so happens that in about 3 weeks I'm leaving to Canada! I'll get to Vancouver and I'll be working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how long? Well, at least 1 year.. but despite the mocking of my friends telling me I'll be back in a couple months (just as I came back from Europe and from Puerto Vallarta), I intend this to be one of a bit more permanent trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm somehow worried about my lack of money right now, because I'll need some to start living there, or whatever needs I may have. I thought I had a solution to help it, so I made a party where I was gonna be selling beers.. awful idea.. There was a lot of people missing, and then most of the people that went there got their own booze.. so now I'm with much less money than I started with and a hell of a lot of beer..&lt;/p&gt;I'm intending to sell my car, my PC and my tv, since I won't need them anymore.. at least not soon (if it was the case I really did come back). I'm leaving in a bit less than 2 weeks and I still have much to do.. for example I still haven't actually received my visa for canada because I haven't got the medical exams results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda know and feel everything will be fine. Once again I'm leaving on my own, so it's a time to get used to a new country, customs, culture and people one more time. I'm happy about this.. it's been a long time since I've been waiting for this to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-4634104884912316407?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/4634104884912316407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=4634104884912316407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/4634104884912316407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/4634104884912316407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/09/about-that-draft-id-left.html' title='(About that draft I&apos;d left)'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-4831166601688729871</id><published>2007-09-06T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:34:08.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(In Between)</title><content type='html'>I had a post I wanted to make.. I have it saved as a draft, but now there's like something that came up suddenly I'd like to write about first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night died my grandmother on my mother's side.. now I just got 1 grandparent left (my grandmother on my father's side).&lt;br /&gt;My mom just came here and told me about it some minutes ago.. I just looked at her and then hugged her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help to notice one thing.. I'm not sad. Despite the fact that I've always thought that old and sick people should die when they suffer, so they're not in pain anymore.. I think also I'm not sad, because somehow, she was a stranger for me. As far as I remember.. I think she never took care of me, talked to me or even showed any sign of grandmotherly love..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I can "suppose" she loved me in some way, me being her grandson and all, but.. she never demonstrated it, so I dunno.. and now I'll never know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, also the last 5 or 6 years of her life, she's been living 80% (at very least) of her time in L.A. with her daughters. So I don't even remember when was the last time I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets?.. well, I'd have liked to know her much more, but more than a feeling it's a thought that I have. Too late for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel as a sad thought is that the clasical image of a grandparent.. cheerful, loving, caring, etc... well, I only had one, my grandfather on my father's side, and he died 6 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I still miss him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-4831166601688729871?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/4831166601688729871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=4831166601688729871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/4831166601688729871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/4831166601688729871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-between.html' title='(In Between)'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-463054601526718975</id><published>2007-08-31T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:02:45.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Premio al Blog Solidario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QNGUyKIJjgY/RtgrLLZMF9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZbWMO8TBTQ4/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QNGUyKIJjgY/RtgrLLZMF9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZbWMO8TBTQ4/s1600/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehhh!!! un premioooo!!! Bueno, es algo inesperado para ser una pagina que empezo como un medio para desahogarme un poco, pero agradezco mucho a &lt;a href="http://montsereyesorraca.blogspot.com/2007/08/premio-al-blog-solidario.html"&gt;Montse&lt;/a&gt; por este premio y por el interes a este simple "diario".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La tradición de este premio consiste en:&lt;br /&gt;1) Escribir un post mostrando el PREMIO y citar el nombre del blog que lo regala y enlazarlo al post que lo nombra (de esta manera se podrá seguir la cadena).&lt;br /&gt;2) Elegir un mínimo de 7 blogs que creas que se han destacado alguna vez, por ayudar, apoyar, y compartir. Poner sus nombres y los enlaces a ellos. (Avisarles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opcional: Exhibir el PREMIO con orgullo en tu blog, haciendo enlace al post que escribes sobre el y lo otorgas a otros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Así que, he aquí los blogs que merecen este premio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 y 2. Para &lt;a href="http://www.victorcillo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Victor&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://www.spacingout.net/wp/"&gt;Hector&lt;/a&gt;, primero porque fue gracias a sus blogs que me inspiraron a comenzar el mio, y crear a Shadow Walker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A &lt;a href="http://hibridofonologico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caiguar&lt;/a&gt;, una joven (quiero pensar) escritora cuyo trabajo estoy seguro que algun dia vere publicado en uno (o varios) libros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Para &lt;a href="http://trasquilando.blogspot.com/"&gt;Borrego&lt;/a&gt;, el nuevo "ciudadano del mundo", una de las primeras personas que me inspiro a seguir escribiendo, pensando que hay mas gente y desconocidos que pueden llegar a leer e interesarse en esto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A &lt;a href="http://darkknight22.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tomas&lt;/a&gt; (uh uh uh.. jajaja) uno de mis mejores amigos que siempre me ha apoyado, el primero del fellowship en salir de GDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Para &lt;a href="http://vozjovengdl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luis&lt;/a&gt;, viejo compañero y amigo de la secundaria, de quien encontre su buen blog y creo que el ni enterado.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. A &lt;a href="http://montsereyesorraca.blogspot.com/"&gt;Montse&lt;/a&gt; (no se si pueda funcionar asi, pero bueno.. para lo que me importa si si o no..) por su hacerme saber que aun hay gente que sigue al pendiente a traves del cyberespacio y del tiempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-463054601526718975?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/463054601526718975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=463054601526718975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/463054601526718975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/463054601526718975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/08/premio-al-blog-solidario.html' title='Premio al Blog Solidario'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QNGUyKIJjgY/RtgrLLZMF9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZbWMO8TBTQ4/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-1008661915915851990</id><published>2007-08-09T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:22:09.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't you find a longer survey, cousin?!?</title><content type='html'>Name: Carlos (or Blanco)&lt;br /&gt;Gender: male so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) When showering, do you start the water and then get in or get in and start the water? First water, when it's hot enough I get in&lt;br /&gt;2.) Do you read the labels on the shampoo bottle? not really&lt;br /&gt;3.) Do you moan in the shower like the people on the herbal essence commercial? uhm.. no&lt;br /&gt;(Where's 4?)&lt;br /&gt;5.) Have you ever been forced to shower with one of your siblings? not that I remember&lt;br /&gt;6.) Have you ever brushed your teeth while in the shower? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;7.) Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot? nope..&lt;br /&gt;9.) How old do you look?depends.. if I'm shaved ppl tell me I look younger.. if not, they say I look older..&lt;br /&gt;10.) What's the last song you heard/sang?I'll take the song I'm listening right now: "Hotel California"&lt;br /&gt;11.) Have you recently become a member of anything?: nop&lt;br /&gt;12.) What are your plans for the weekend? Party with my cousin!!&lt;br /&gt;13.) What is your mood at the moment? a bit drunk&lt;br /&gt;14.) Have you ever ridden a mechanical bull? I think I have.. not sure tho..&lt;br /&gt;(What happened to 15 and 16? o.0?)&lt;br /&gt;17.) Have you ever called anyone a slut? All the time&lt;br /&gt;18.) Has anyone ever called you a slut?: All the time&lt;br /&gt;19.) Have you ever smuggled something into America? I didn't get this one..&lt;br /&gt;20.) Does playing a guitar make someone more attractive? Not necessarily&lt;br /&gt;21.) Do you live in a city with a good sports team?: Chivas? dunno..&lt;br /&gt;22.) Do you have more enemies or more friends?: friends.. I hope..&lt;br /&gt;(now 23, 24 and 25 missing)&lt;br /&gt;26.) Have you ever sent an anonymous letter?: no&lt;br /&gt;27.) Can you fix your own car?I wish.. I'd save a lot of money&lt;br /&gt;28.) Do you like staying up late?: I usually do.. not because I like it, though..&lt;br /&gt;29.) Are you smarter than your friends?: dunno... I think we're all the same, that's why they're my friends (my real friends)&lt;br /&gt;30.) Have you ever stolen anything from your friends? no&lt;br /&gt;31.) Have you ever been to jail?: no&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you like the smell of beer? not&lt;br /&gt;34.) Have you ever died or killed someone in a dream?: yes&lt;br /&gt;35.) Have you ever given to charity?: yes&lt;br /&gt;(36?)&lt;br /&gt;37.) Do you ever get depressed? yes&lt;br /&gt;(38?)&lt;br /&gt;39.) Do you have plans for your future?: not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYES - hazel-green-brownish&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color(s) are? red/black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality is sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;[x] talkative&lt;br /&gt;[x] shy&lt;br /&gt;[x] funny&lt;br /&gt;[x] serious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] laid back&lt;br /&gt;[x] strict&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hyper&lt;br /&gt;[x] sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;[x] slow&lt;br /&gt;[ ]all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like listening to: almost all kinds of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pets you have/had? dogs, chickens, hamsters, fishes, rabbits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your confessions:&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I sometimes shut out others&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others TOO easily&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I read the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Disney movies&lt;br /&gt;[?] I am a sucker for gorgeous eyes&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills without water&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have gotten lost in the city&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have bitten someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been fired&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have been skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Seen a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;[x] proposed to anyone&lt;br /&gt;[?] Gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;[x] Driven over 400 kms in one day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a plane by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had surgery&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Seen a movie more than 3 times in the theater&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been on stage&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten a black eye&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Memorized all the dialogue in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Old movies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Musicals&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Blasting music in your car&lt;br /&gt;[x] Foreign foods&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gameboy&lt;br /&gt;[x] Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;[x] Animals&lt;br /&gt;[x] Coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tea&lt;br /&gt;[x] Summer&lt;br /&gt;[x] Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Names You Go By: Carlos and Blanco&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now: t-shirt and jeans&lt;br /&gt;Two Places You Want to go on Vacation: London and Cancun&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite animals? Wolf and panter&lt;br /&gt;Two Reasons you're doing this survey: My cousin told me to and I'm kinda drunk&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of jeans do you own? I'm not gonna count them..&lt;br /&gt;What color(s) do you wear most often? blue (jeans) and white (working uniform)&lt;br /&gt;Last Song you heard on the radio? don't remember..&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for dinner tonight? tacos de chorizo con frijoles&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a digital Camera? yes&lt;br /&gt;In what state or country do you want to go to school after highschool? I'm already done with that..&lt;br /&gt;Do you shop at stores like Aeropostale and American Eagle? I have bought at AE&lt;br /&gt;How do you make money?: I'm a waiter&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you bought? a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather?: good enough&lt;br /&gt;When do you start summer break?: I'm done with that too..&lt;br /&gt;Who did you hug today? Some of my friends&lt;br /&gt;How many beds did you lay in yesterday? 1&lt;br /&gt;what color shirt are you wearing? white&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing that you do everyday?: wake up&lt;br /&gt;Whats the color of your bedroom walls?: white&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your dad? like 5 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for dinner last night? tacos&lt;br /&gt;Look to your left, what do you see? a courtain&lt;br /&gt;Do you have plants in your room?: no&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite starbucks drink? coffee? o.O.. dunno..&lt;br /&gt;Recent time you were really upset? Brenda thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damn you cousin for "making" me answer this..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-1008661915915851990?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/1008661915915851990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=1008661915915851990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1008661915915851990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1008661915915851990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/08/couldnt-you-find-longer-survey-cousin.html' title='Couldn&apos;t you find a longer survey, cousin?!?'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-5854411753059779694</id><published>2007-08-07T19:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:02:27.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone again..</title><content type='html'>.. but now just for 3 days. My parents went on some kind of vacations to Zacatecas, so I'm happily home alone (totally alone this time). My brother took a road trip.. kinda.. to somewhere in Mexico (as far as I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't posted in some time because life's been kinda the same.. with the same ups and downs.. so I saw no need to keep repeating myself again and again in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. besides my parents invited me to go to Zacatecas with them, I decided to stay home, relax.. and party!!&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't been able to do so as much as I'd have liked, mostly because most of the people I know gotta work early in the morning. Also I had to work, and I've been a bit busy with some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like what? well.. if everything goes right, I'll be leaving to Canada (forever! hehe, once more.. ) I decided there's where I wanna go, at least for some time and live there..&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit shocking that a couple weeks ago I remembered (more like Lolita helped me remember) why I studied what I studied.. It was because a cousin that was living there told me that mexican cooks got a lot of job opportunities in Canada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my desires to go there come from some way back in time.. to some time I didn't remember..&lt;br /&gt;And to remember that was shocking as I said, because no one around me ever knew why I decided to study that.. not even me.. and now after a year and a half after graduating, feeling unhappy and with a lack of self realization I come to find out the source of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Melina I found about a program that might help me to finally fill that dream. I don't quite like it that (again) it's something related with hospitality and tourism.. I feel I'd like to study something else.. but well, at least I'm getting closer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right.. I was forgetting.. another "dream" I think I'm getting close to.. is trying mushrooms!! I was invited to try them tomorrow! but I can't because I got a appointment for the canada thing and give some papers already..&lt;br /&gt;And now that Victor is here.. is advising me not to try them at least until I find out If I'll need any medical exams to go there.. O.O&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, so smartness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-5854411753059779694?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/5854411753059779694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=5854411753059779694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/5854411753059779694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/5854411753059779694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/08/gone-again.html' title='Gone again..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-325337577537284119</id><published>2007-07-08T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:07:44.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm Before The Storm</title><content type='html'>This weekend I decided to take a small vacations in Puerto Vallarta, thanks to Victor and his family that went there and invited me. It's been a while since last time that happened.&lt;br /&gt;It also was just 2 days (more like 1 day and a half) while it used to last a week long, but times have changed.. now there's work to do and stuff. It was good times though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see Hector again. His back in GDL again, and this time he'll stay. He came back with his girlfriend Albane, they'll be living togheter now.&lt;br /&gt;The fellowship is slowly coming back togheter =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I already got the pictures for my book, I got them printed already on friday, so now I only gotta put them in a fancy folder (kind of) and take it to some agency and wait.. wait.. and see what happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this thing works fine.. I'm eager to get out of this place and go live on my own again.. or with friends.. roomies.. doesn't matter much, I just need to get out before I end up going crazy.. or killing myself.. whatever makes more sense first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still what should I do with my life.. should I study something else? go they way I'm going? Go some other country find some luck? Stay?&lt;br /&gt;I wish life was easier.. Sure it'd be much less fun.. but also much less painless and frustrating in many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-325337577537284119?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/325337577537284119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=325337577537284119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/325337577537284119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/325337577537284119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/07/calm-before-storm.html' title='The Calm Before The Storm'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-7968657489177293567</id><published>2007-07-01T20:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:24:41.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's next?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post.. and first of all I wanna thank all the people who seemed to care =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'll tell what's been going on. First I was thinking on making a post on how things change and how sometimes seems that life has "funny" ways to drag you down when you're going up (by the way, not funny at all)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning? Last time I posted I wrote how thing were going good and full of expectations and stuff and I had a real nice week.&lt;br /&gt;A week later my parents started bitching with me for not having a job and became really annoying (and agresive in some ways).. so, the "good mood" faded.&lt;br /&gt;A week after that, for no apparent reason my PC broke, my car broke and my parents kept on bitching me.. so I had to spend a lot of unplanned money (money that I didn't really had) in repairing both.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I say.. sometimes life seems to drag you down sometimes. I felt really down (and decided not to post because I didn't feel like it =þ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel a bit better.. I got a job (I just went back to work as a waiter in the Farallon), and so my parents ain't bitchy anymore. I have my car working. After "repairing" my PC (more like buying lots of new pieces) I ended up having a much better one (or it's supposed to be better, I don't really notice any difference but a few things that are worse than before). And although I spent all that money.. well, that's what money is for.. right?&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I got lucky to have it.. I just have to not think about it, because I was saving it for any business I could make. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, point is I feel a bit better now. There's nothing left but wait to see what's next..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-7968657489177293567?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/7968657489177293567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=7968657489177293567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7968657489177293567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7968657489177293567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-next.html' title='what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-6365420543390539473</id><published>2007-06-12T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:33:19.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beggining</title><content type='html'>I spend a weekend of forgiveness, for myself and for the people around me. Big change. Many feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard once that forgivness is one of the most selfish actions there are. Why is that? When you forgive someone, the only chance it happens is the relief you feel, the feeling of let go that which was hurting in some way.&lt;br /&gt;The other person can keep their guilt or indiference.. the change is within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I fully explained the idea of it, but that's all I'm saying. Not everyone's able to understand that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I start this week with a new feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"no pain remains, no feeling.. eternity awaits"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but more than 'no feeling' is like the sense of happiness, expectation and hope. I go back to my quest in the search for a job, a girl (that hasn't changed in my need for someone by my side) and I could add fame and wealth, but I don't really care about these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining season's finally here!! I love it when it rains.. the sound of it, freshness of weather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everything's changing for better =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-6365420543390539473?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/6365420543390539473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=6365420543390539473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/6365420543390539473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/6365420543390539473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-beggining.html' title='A New Beggining'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-1449104418221632107</id><published>2007-06-04T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:35:58.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*bleh*</title><content type='html'>this post.. is just so you know I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like posting.. also nothing really important/funny/interesting nor good has happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will this get any better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-1449104418221632107?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/1449104418221632107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=1449104418221632107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1449104418221632107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1449104418221632107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/06/bleh.html' title='*bleh*'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-1044104093674813788</id><published>2007-05-24T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:28:13.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't always get what you want</title><content type='html'>I don't think that's totally true. Sooner or later, if you work hard enough to get something, at the end you will (or that's what I'd like to think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just being avoiding on the main purpose of this post. 2 days ago I made a post, where I mentioned the Brenda thing and how it was going/not-going..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finally got what I (kinda) wanted.. an answer. At this point I hope you're perceptive enough to know what was that.. if you don't, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;She said 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of her work.. she's got a lot of it, and that's all that matters for her now. That could be described better, by a conversation we had like last week, when I asked her if she was "working for living, or living for working".. she said right now, at this point of her life, she's living for working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's her own decition, and as such I'll respect it.. even though I think it's a bit idiotic. I've always thought that working is just a way for getting money, which is the base of the world economy.. am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what's the point of working so hard to make money if you don't have time to enjoy it and enjoy life itself, because you have to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I guess I'm just hurt.. (yes, I am)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.. what's the point.. "when we fall off the horse, we get up again".. but what happens when you've fallen so many times you're too tired to get up again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told Victor, I don't think I'll easily find a girl that I like this much. It saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people could tell me I shouldn't give up, and maybe keep on trying to make her change her mind. Once again.. what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe another stupid thinking of mine, but aren't relationships supposed to be carried on as a couple.. so begging? what could I expected from a relationship that started with me begging?&lt;br /&gt;She gave up before trying.. that was her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cada uno da lo que recibe, y luego recibe lo que da".. could this be it? am I receiving what I've given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the first time in my life I'm really sure of myself and what I want, and it turns out like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-1044104093674813788?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/1044104093674813788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=1044104093674813788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1044104093674813788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1044104093674813788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-cant-always-get-what-you-want.html' title='You can&apos;t always get what you want'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-1230693395351727485</id><published>2007-05-22T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:53:49.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still nothing..</title><content type='html'>Like 2 weeks ago, I went to Interlingua (an english school) to make some english tests for teachers (I saw an ad in the newspaper asking for people to work as teachers, no experience required, just a good knowledge of english).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I went there and made those exams. Like 3 days after that, they called me to make me an interview last week. I went there and they said they'd call me, and since then I'm still waiting... but nothing.. they haven't called.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a bit nervous about if I did "pass" the interview or not. Still, I'd love to get the call, because this would be a nice oportunity to start with a new stable job. Hope they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, besides of that, I've been working out at the gym for 2 weeks now. It's cool because I can see some minor changes already, so it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with Brenda are going.. dunno.. quite weird. I thought everything was going really well, but now I barely know anything about her. I see her like once every 2 weeks.. and we used to talk a lot on msn, but she doesn't get online anymore.. so things are, weird..&lt;br /&gt;I even asked her to be my g/f like a month ago.. o.O.. and I haven't got an answer yet. Dunno what should I feel or think about that..&lt;br /&gt;But Tomas made a good point about that.. if she wanted to say 'no', she'd have said it some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been meeting with some old friends, people I hadn't seen in a long time, and it's strange to see how time has changed us all (physically and emotionally). Time changes us all, and changes all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations for this week:&lt;br /&gt;1. See the first season finale of Heroes once I download it! =O&lt;br /&gt;2. Thursday at wings army with Heetor, Victor and Joey&lt;br /&gt;3. Weekend at Morelia with Tomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-1230693395351727485?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/1230693395351727485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=1230693395351727485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1230693395351727485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1230693395351727485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-nothing.html' title='Still nothing..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-5816731773201228929</id><published>2007-05-16T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:40:53.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-Wear Sunscreen-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Found this.. made some minor changes (like 2 or so). Hope you like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen, wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Floss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults (If you succeed in doing this, tell me how).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stretch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live in a big city once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live out in the country once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1makd_usa-protector-solar"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1makd_usa-protector-solar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-5816731773201228929?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/5816731773201228929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=5816731773201228929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/5816731773201228929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/5816731773201228929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/05/wear-sunscreen.html' title='-Wear Sunscreen-'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-4173198355634306253</id><published>2007-05-10T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:34:36.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>I started thinking in posting a quote I heard in a song long ago and I really liked.. but then I thought, why make a post with just one quote? I might as well put some of the ones that I know and like.. and maybe people can put some too..&lt;br /&gt;Not all of them have a "meaning".. I just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After writing some of them, I'd like to correct.. they're not exactly quotes.. they're more like just senseless phrases..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you're frightened of dying and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. If you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels freeing you from the earth"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Civilization is a conspiracy to disguise the mutilation of nature"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Unicorns don't care if you believe in them more than you care if they believe in you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That you don't remember what you've done doesn't make your actions meaningless.. the world doesn't dissapear when you close your eyes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Either if you think that you can or that you can't, you're right"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's so quiet I can hear every second that I spent waiting for you. Do you know how many times I stared at clouds thinking that I saw you there?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Someone smart always thinks before he speaks, but someone wise always listens before he thinks"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life's a bitch.. but she's my bitch!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm sure there are lots more.. but right now I can't think of any of them.. and if I did, I could just go writing phrases and phrases for a looong time, so I'll just leave it like this.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked any..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-4173198355634306253?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/4173198355634306253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=4173198355634306253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/4173198355634306253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/4173198355634306253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-7160150036932401066</id><published>2007-05-06T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:53:23.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of life.. once again..</title><content type='html'>I've had a nice couple weekends. Starting with last weekend, which I spent mostly at Brenda's place. On friday there was a party, starring the so popular cards drinking game.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it was a success.. lot of people having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly there was a point where some people got way too drunk.. people puking in both bathrooms and in the living room.. not as fun as it usually gets at the end.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday.. the people remaining from the party  were just hanging there, talking and drinking a bit.&lt;br /&gt;At night, I came back home for a dinner with Lolita's family. And when it was over, I went back to Brenda's house for that day's party. That one was much more calmed.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, there was gonna be a "carne asada".. but I was too tired, so I just came home and enjoyed a quiet Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday though.. more drinking.. it was the farewell party for one girl from Victor's work, so we went to the usual "micheladas" (aka El Garage), and after that we went to that other place which I still can't remember it's name. Brenda and 3 friends of her joined us.. after a couple days, talking to Joey (who was there also) and Victor, we decided those girls were more annoying than fun, we didn't liked 'em at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I met with Tomas at the Starbucks.. just to head to El Garage after meeting. Hehe.. funny pattern I notice here.. Anyway, we spent all afternoon talking silly stuff, getting to know a bit more about each other. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, this Friday, Victor came to my house right after he arrived from the DF, and obviously, we had some beers. Saturday, we went to the Red Pub, because it was the B-day of one of Melina's friends. Nothing really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, this week's been mostly boring. On Thursday I got a couple proposals from my german teacher (Wolfie) that've been going around my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He could get me the chance to go to Austria to work in an hotel for 6 months or 1 year making practices. I gotta give him an answer before May 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I make a whole planning on the bar I wanna start, like a real pro planning including EVERYTHING there could be, and he likes it, he'd support me with the economic part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave me a couple suggestions on what I could do, but that's more like that, just suggestions.. I'd have to get them by myself if I wanted them, so they haven't made much "noise" in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking in the modeling and photographer thingy.. and I feel this is the first things I wanna try first. That and go back to make some excercise (I'd like to do some capoeira again), but if I can't, whatever that makes me sweat will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-7160150036932401066?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/7160150036932401066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=7160150036932401066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7160150036932401066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7160150036932401066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking-of-life-once-again.html' title='Thinking of life.. once again..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-4588089471499161144</id><published>2007-04-25T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T03:21:39.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home not-alone</title><content type='html'>After a short short month (shorter than I'd have liked it to be), tonight is my last day home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been interesting enjoyable days. I've been going out with Brenda more. Sunday we went to eat together to where I worked as a waiter. It was real nice to see a couple of my old friends there, and also Pancho (the manager), he's real nice guy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. best part of that was when Brenda literally said: "pues yo si te la como!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Explaining this (to avoid some dirty thoughts you might get.. I dunno why..) she was talking about pizza. She was saying it's almost the only thing she doesn't like.. but she could eat it if she was starving or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to see Kill Bill (vol. 1) and then Requiem for a Dream. I lent her Kill Bill (vol. 2) so she could see it at home, but she didn't.. so I invited her today again to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been going to my german classes this week. I've been too tired between work, german classes and going to sleep too late because I'm on messenger with Brenda (and by late I mean between 2 and 4 am, everyday).. so I decided I'd sleep a bit more this week by not going to my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An advantage (as I see it) from working at the Centro Reiki, is that at least Tuesdays and Thursdays in the afternoon, there's nothing to do.. NOTHING. So I've had plenty of time to read, thing that for some reason I missed doing..&lt;br /&gt;I've read 2 books in 2 weeks.. which is not THAT good, but it's way better from the last months in my life (since I went to Europe I think). When I was there I just read 4 books in like 6 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, now that my parents come back, I'll be able to stop working there, and I'll have much more time for myself!! (also a lot less money.. )&lt;br /&gt;Blanco doesn't like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already need a new job.. but I don't know what could it be..&lt;br /&gt;Lolita gave me a couple of nice ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Photographer: This could be a nice, interesting job. And my dad has already all the equipment I could need.. but then, I don't know shit about taking "pro pics". Still people have told me I take good pics.&lt;br /&gt;2. Model: I had thought of this before with Tomas. I'd like it because there's a lot of money there.. the catch is that I don't like the enviroment around this job (I could even say I despise it)&lt;br /&gt;3. The Goddamn Bar: which I've wanted for years. Problem is getting enough money to open/start it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. this is getting too long, and it just started as an excuse to say the funny phrase Brenda said. Hehehe.. you should've seen her, she got all red when I started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-4588089471499161144?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/4588089471499161144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=4588089471499161144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/4588089471499161144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/4588089471499161144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-not-alone.html' title='Home not-alone'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-8437366318377101924</id><published>2007-04-22T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:09:21.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party !</title><content type='html'>Last weekend home alone.. I had to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first plan was to make a party on Saturday, but because Hector had to go back to Canada on Sunday around 6am (or some senseless time like that).. we changed it to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Also, at first it was planned for just the Fellowship members.. but we ended inviting much more people, and it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was: Tomas, Ale (his new g/f), Victor, Melina, Hector, Hector Luis, Jorge (his b/f), Petra (hehe, don't remember his real name), Brenda, Marisol, Karina, Mery, Joey and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party started a bit slow.. I proposed playing THE drinking game with cards. Some people started complaining about some rules, and some others about the game itself. Anyway, I had to insist on it..&lt;br /&gt;Best idea ever! at least everytime that there are meetings in someone's house. We had so much fun that when the deck was over, everyone wanted to play another round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the big expectation of the night. Absynthe! thanks to the funds of Tomas.org =P&lt;br /&gt;Sadly we didn't know how to prepare it exactly.. but still we tried it.. man, that's heavy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;When you swallow you can feel it going down your body burning you inside (of course, we had it in a shot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started leaving eventually after that.. I took Brenda to her house, and when I came back there was only Hector, Victor and Karina.. watching cartoons on the tv (?!)&lt;br /&gt;Weird boring guys.. but I was too hungry to care about that, so I just walked to the kitchen and started making some quesadillas. Then suddenly Tomas and Ale appeared out of the blank, hehe.. when I went out to open them up, Karina took control of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having "dinner".. we just went to sleep (around 6am).. after all, I had to work the next day =/&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday I was so tired that after work I went to eat something, got home.. cleaned up the mess and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;At night I was gonna go with Tomas to the Capitol, 'cuz he asked me to.. but then he took ages to get "ready to go".. he called me at almost 12 to tell me he was on his way there.. so I just felt lazy enough to tell him we'd better leave it for the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. yeah, that's pretty much it.. it was a fun last freedom weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-8437366318377101924?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/8437366318377101924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=8437366318377101924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/8437366318377101924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/8437366318377101924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/04/party.html' title='Party !'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-321157937321476904</id><published>2007-04-19T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:17:35.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double trouble?</title><content type='html'>.. not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a 'lil risk in here.. but well, what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the begining of this week, I gotta say I was pretty confused.. and a bit freaked out. Why? well, here it goes the dilemma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I met a girl I like (Brenda) in whom I'm interested in knowing..&lt;br /&gt;2. Emma, the girl I was going out with in Puerto Vallarta sent me a message telling me she had problems there, so she's coming back to Guadalajara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this a problem? well.. when I left Emma, it wasn't because we had any problems between us, or we had a fight or anything.. it was because I was coming back to GDL and she was still living there. So when I came back I was still thinking in her and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I got Emma's messange.. it was weird.. what to do? there a new girl I like, but there's also her, whom I left for reasons beyond our own. So there'd be 2 "important" girls for me in the same place, and I'd have to choose 1.. and it wouldn't be an easy choice... uhm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been 3 days since that message.. I've been thinking, and now I got .&lt;br /&gt;The more I know Brenda, the more I like her. I dunno what's gonna happen in the next days/weeks, but I'm sure of something:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried about Emma coming back here. So far, I know what I want.. and that is Brenda. I just can't believe it.. the more I know her, the more I like her.. a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Te quiero tener y mirar esa carita y disfrutar de tu sonrisa.. y volver a ver que eres tu la princesita que esperaba, que ahora ya la puedo ver.. que me muero por tu vida cuando veo esos ojitos, que me quedo sin sonrisa cuando doblas esa esquina.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how close she's to "my ideal of a woman".. it's scary in many ways. At this point I feel this hasn't happened before (besides what you could say, Vick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Te miro y siento que tu eres lo que quiero, mi niña, mi sueño.. todo eso que no tengo.. incluso en mis sueños me invento y me creo que te tengo.. que toco tu cuerpo, y se que eso no es cierto.. lo sigo sintiendo, y te hecho de menos.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't idealize someone, such as neither you can expect someone to be "perfect" for you.. but as close it can get it's good enough. And so far.. it's more than "good enough".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo que quiero es besos.. que todas las mañanas me despierten de esos, que sea por la tarde y siga habiendo besos.. y luego por la noche me den mas besos pa' cenar.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just being silly.. maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and feel as dumb as I can be. But at this point.. right now.. I don't care. That's the good thing about this thing.. you just write down what you feel or think in a moment without giving much time to analize it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also scared. I've been hurt before, and it's not a pleasant feeling, nor it's easy.. but it's always worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dentro de mi vida, donde se ha creado todo, donde estan todos mis miedos, donde entro si estoy solo, donde guardo mis caricias como si fueran tesoros, donde tengo mis sonrisas escondidas como el oro.. sera para ti un regalo por abrir, que tendras que cuidar para abrirme mas a ti.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD. the risk I mentioned is: Brenda found my blog O.O.. so she might read this.. but she says she already read it all, and she keeps talking to me.. seems like after all I'm not such a weird/lame guy.. (I hope). Also she said she wouldn't read this anymore.. so if she doesn't, I'll save myself from a couple shameful uncomfortable moments =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-321157937321476904?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/321157937321476904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=321157937321476904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/321157937321476904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/321157937321476904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/04/double-trouble.html' title='Double trouble?'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-983479581779488704</id><published>2007-04-15T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:45:39.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(place random post title here)</title><content type='html'>Well, this week I'd say there's nothing really interesting to write about.. mostly I don't want my blog to be thought dead again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. work's doing ok. Also my german classes.. it's been a bit hard because since they're particular classes, there's just A LOT of new stuff that I see every class. It's been really hard to keep all that in mind and remember it. But hey.. I feel I'm making some improvement (I think.. I hope..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I think the only other think worth telling is about this girl I met in Puerto Vallarta, Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to her on msn lately, and she seems to be a real nice girl. I still can't very well define if I like her or not (besides physically.. 'cuz she's hot! O.O )&lt;br /&gt;But for something more serious a nice body ain't all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.. besides that there's not much to be told.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie "300", quite cool ^^!&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading music from Moloko and Underworld. It's real nice music too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice expectations for next weekend. Hector's coming.. and last weekend withouht parents at home.. so there's gotta be a great, huge, crazy and legendary party!! (or not.. but we'll try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-983479581779488704?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/983479581779488704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=983479581779488704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/983479581779488704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/983479581779488704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/04/place-random-post-title-here.html' title='(place random post title here)'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-132581080390399604</id><published>2007-04-09T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:35:30.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holy Week</title><content type='html'>Which means VACATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my own vacations on last Saturday, when I organized a small meeting in my house to have a 'carne asada' with my friends. It was weird as many of the things we end up doing. It was supposed to start at 3pm, and we'd be only 5 people coming.&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm, only Victor had arrived.. so we went to walmart to buy all the stuff we'd need. When we came back there was no one here neither, though Kike had already called to ask how to get here.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he arrived, and he brought a friend (Nash I think was her name). Then Pancho arrived. And then Joey, who brought 2 friends (el güero and some other guy I don't remember).&lt;br /&gt;We managed to prepare all the meat and had a nice meal. Eventually people left, so around 10pm we were only Victor, Pancho and me left here.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go out, wherever but go out (we were getting bored, and alcohol effect was running out). After some strange events, we ended up at the Circus bar.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best ideas ever! I don't really like going to 'antros', but that one was real good. It had good music, really cheap beer ($5 pesos each!!!) and lots of women.&lt;br /&gt;We got out of there around 6am... mm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning (aka couple hours later) I woke up to get my stuff ready and go to Puerto Vallarta with Joey. For being honest I didn't know what to expect, because after all, Joey was the only one I knew who was going to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;We were 17 people sleeping in a tiny department.. I wonder if we're some evolution of roaches.. My sleeping place was between the fridge and a couch, at the feet of Joey and el Güero.. using an empty bottle of water as a pillow. And still I had a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed that trip, we had real good times playing volley-ball at the beach, or drinking like crazy at night! (the day we got earlier at home, we arrived around 5am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this trip..&lt;br /&gt;-bad thing: I didn't have much time to spend with Emma, I just saw her a couple times for a short time because I had to stick with the people I went with. They needed my car to move everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;-good thing: I met a nice girl at the beach who lives here in GDL, Brenda.. so I'll be talking to her see what happens now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day (Wednesday) was the hardest of all. We went once more to the Malecon to drink some 'litros'. I invited Marisol (a friend from college) to go out with us. And she invited Mery. And well, it was the hardest day of all because we arrived home around 6:30am (only Joey, el Güero, Marisol, Mery and me).. and the owner of the department wanted to leave early, so he woke us up at 9am! Damn, I wish I'd known he'd wake us up so early.. I thought we'd be leaving around 1-2pm..&lt;br /&gt;...mm... I was soooo sleepy, but I had to drive back home on the highway.. so I had to choose between 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;a) Dying because I fell asleep driving, killing with me 3 other guys&lt;br /&gt;b) Destroy my stomach having for breakfast a coffee, a red bull and 'pingüino'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm posting this, so you might suppose which one I took. We arrived around 3pm so I came home, took a bath and fell asleep. I woke up around 6pm to meet Jaz in a cafe. We had real nice talks.. talks we had to had from a long time ago. Then we went to see a movie "Princess Mononoke".&lt;br /&gt;Next morning (Thursday) is when all the coffee and the red bull kicked in.. I woke up feeling real bad from my stomach, feeling as if I wanted to puke. But I didn't.. I just kept that feeling most of the day long. Anyway, I'd travel again, lucky I wouldn't drive this time.&lt;br /&gt;Victor, Melina, Ari and me went to Michoacan to a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;I won't write of all the places we visited because then this post would go on forever.. it was a road trip! we went on stopping on every interesting town on our way.&lt;br /&gt;First night we arrived to Ma. Luisa's (Susy's friend- Susy is Victor's mom) house in Zamora.&lt;br /&gt;Second and third night we arrived to Tomas' house in Morelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to have people that appreciate you and receive you like this at their homes. I don't know much of Ma. Luisa, but she was real cool.. she bought us some 'tortas' for dinner for when we arrived. And next morning she made us breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Now Tomas and his mom were real nice too! They bought us 'quesadillas' for breakfast, and they were as kind as they could've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I'm gonna complain to Tomas about is that he just promised something, but then he said it was in Ixtapa (hehe, he knows what I'm talking about.. but I'm still home alone, dude!! 2 more weeks!!)&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand.. he never introduced us to his cousins (or at least THE cousin) even after she asked him to take her out with his friends (aka us) when we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. now I'm back to "normal" life.. gotta work, german classes and all that stuff that makes life a routine..&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm tired of typing, so see ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YAY! I'm talking on msn with the girl I met in Vallarta)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-132581080390399604?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/132581080390399604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=132581080390399604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/132581080390399604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/132581080390399604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/04/holy-week.html' title='A Holy Week'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-1122412650781733164</id><published>2007-03-26T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:41:42.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A month later..</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a month since my "real" last post (I don't count posting lyrics of songs I like as real ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, what's happened? There's a shitload to tell.. so here it goes the short version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Placebo concert! It was real cool, I was a bit afraid that it sucked as the one in the Teatro Diana (2nd concert of placebo in Guadalajara). I didn't go to that one, but all the people agreed that it sucked. Again, this one didn't. That was good thing..&lt;br /&gt;Once more, I was in the middle of complete chaos. In the first song, with the movement of all the people, I lost sight of my friends and people we went with.. didn't see them again until the end of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that concerts could be some part of weird military training. It's kinda tricky to survive in there.. but fun at the end of it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was able to start taking german classes! Thanks to 'Wolfie', an austrian friend of my parents. I'm getting personal classes, so it's real good. We advance faster and at my pace.. If I don't understand something, we can go back to it easily.&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna take french classes again, need to practice it! Japanese.. although I like it, I don't find it very useful to start taking classes again. Besides it's one of those languages that takes ages to fully learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma came for her sister's wedding, and we did go togheter. It was.. ok.. kinda boring actually, the music was awful and all the people was just sitting bored on their tables. But I had a good time with her. The real sucky part is that because she had some problems at home, she practically just came for the wedding.. arrived a day earlier, and then left the day after. That gave me like no time to spend with her..&lt;br /&gt;The day before, her family and her were all busy with the preparations for the wedding.. so I just saw her for like 30 min. in a bar in Chapultepec, while her sister was picking up her wedding dress. Then I saw her in the wedding.. where we couldn't talk that much, because her parents, relatives and friends were all there. And well.. the day after I just like saw her for 1 hour before she had to go.&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad.. because I had like a whole plan of things I wanted to do with her, and none could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna start working as a waiter again in the same old restaurant, El Farallon de Tepic. Mostly because I really liked working there.. and it's in the meantime for the bar thingy to fully get done (or started?).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I was.. because my father asked me to take care of the centro Reiki while they're gone to Europe. So I already started going there. I'm gonna be working for a month.. but well, this leads to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are gone! I took them today in the morning to the airport for their trip. That means I'm free again (for some time)!!&lt;br /&gt;But besides it sounds it could mean tons of fun.. I'm not that sure how many things can be done.. because between the german classes and the work at centro reiki, I won't have that much time left.. still, I'm sure I'll make it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana Santa is coming! and that means VACATIONS!! ..not that it makes a lot of difference to me.. but then it does, because it means that my friends will be having vacations too. And so, here come more plans! (though I'm starting to realize that everytime I make plans, they don't work)&lt;br /&gt;First I was thinking on going to Puerto Vallarta to visit Emma. The idea was staying at her place.. but she told me she'll receive some cousins and friends from high school, so there's no space. Then I thought of staying with Africa and Daniela, but they told me that they don't live alone anymore.. now there's 4 more girls living with them, so there's no space neither...&lt;br /&gt;So I won't go. I think I could still find somewhere to stay at, but I don't find it worthy.. since Emma's gonna receive that many people, she'll probably be busy all the time, so I'd be left on my own to spend time there..&lt;br /&gt;So, I could go with a friend, but then I'd have to find somewhere where we could both stay.. pft..&lt;br /&gt;Easier, I'll just try to go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I have been thinking on probably going to Michoacan, maybe go to the beach and just camp there. Invite a couple more ppl and have cheap/good times on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right! and there's also Jaz coming! long time since I last saw her. So.. let's see what happens in the end. The point is that whatever happens at the end, it's gotta be cheap and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last point, I've had a myspace for a couple years now.. but I'd never used it really..&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not fully used to it now, but seems like lot of people use it, there must be a good reason for that. Seems like it's got a couple advantages.. so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cfbs1"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/cfbs1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this will remain as my main blog (for now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-1122412650781733164?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/1122412650781733164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=1122412650781733164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1122412650781733164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/1122412650781733164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/03/month-later.html' title='A month later..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-7546597898936488913</id><published>2007-03-11T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:54:46.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>~Perdedor~</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sentado en la banqueta de un eje vial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;viendo el rolar de miles de laminas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ultimos modelos, carcachas y uno que otro transporte escolar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taxis, peseros y colectivos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;transportan millones de seres vivos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y todos llevan en el rostro la confianza de que pronto llegaran.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y contemplando el trafico y el ruido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me puse a pensar en lo que he vivido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de donde vengo, a donde voy, lo que tengo y lo que soy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y analizando mi negro destino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vi muchas piedras en el camino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y esque todo lo que he querido hacer siempre me ha salido mal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque siempre he sido un perdedor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;siempre he tenido muy mala suerte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y siempre contra la corriente he tenido que remar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El tiempo pasa y el mundo gira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y de volada se me va la vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y por mas que he tratado no he encontrado la forma de meter ni un solo gol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y aunque nunca he perdido la esperanza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lo que he ganado nunca me alcanza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y al sentir que tengo vacia la panza no me queda mas que aceptar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que siempre he sido un perdedor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;siempre he tenido muy mala suerte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y siempre contra la corriente he tenido que remar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siempre he sido un perdedor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;siempre he sido un perdedor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;siempre he tenido mas puntos en contra que a mi favor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siempre he sido un perdedor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;siempre he sido un perdedor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;espero que el dia de mañana me traiga algo mejor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siempre he sido un perdedor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;siempre he remado contra la corriente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y espero que un dia de repente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;el viento sople a mi favor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-7546597898936488913?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/7546597898936488913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=7546597898936488913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7546597898936488913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/7546597898936488913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/03/perdedor.html' title='~Perdedor~'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-5761316777123211067</id><published>2007-02-25T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:55:09.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So hard!</title><content type='html'>I really never thought it'd be so damn hard to find a place where I could start the bar. Since I came back to Guadalajara I've been looking in some news papers, but nothing seems to be what I'm looking for (besides there's almost no places for rent).&lt;br /&gt;Also apart fomr just looking in the news papers, I've also been walking a lot around the city (apart from looking places, because I like it). Once more, just grab my ipod and start walking endlessly listening to my music. It gets a bit tiring when it's during the day, but at night is totally enjoyable (the average goes between 2 and 4 hours walking non-stop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that thing of the bar which I don't feel I've improved quite much.. I haven't done anything really interesting. Just hanging out with the friends, going some parties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the F-Bolko for the anniversary of some radio station, where there were gonna play some bands. I got an invitation for me and Tomas thanks to Sandra, who's got a band and she was playing that day!&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the micheladas bar that we always go with Victor, Joey and like 10 friends of Joey. What made this night a good night for me was that there was a hot girl in there, and everyone was like looking her, and y'know.. but the time when she left, she passed next to our table, and gave me her phone number in a napkin ^_^!! hehe, point for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I have the great expectation of 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. March 15 - There's gonna be a concert of Placebo, and we're going with Joey, Victor and some more people I don't know.. but important thing is I'm going to the concert! =)&lt;br /&gt;2. March 16 -  Emma (the girl I was dating in Puerto Vallarta) will come to GDL for the wedding of her sister, and she wants me to go with her!.... and obviously I will.&lt;br /&gt;3. March 26 - My parents are going to Europe!! They'll be there for a month, so I'll have the house for myself (and partially my brother too, I guess) for a month! Which means FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-5761316777123211067?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/5761316777123211067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=5761316777123211067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/5761316777123211067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/5761316777123211067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-hard.html' title='So hard!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-117079538222127867</id><published>2007-02-06T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:56:22.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and go.. once more..</title><content type='html'>"I still haven't found what I'm looking for.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. problem is that I don't really know what I'm looking for. I guess that when I find it, I'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened lately.. as I said in my last post, working for Hooters was a pain in the ass, and not exactly because of the work itself, more because of all those 'lil problems I had.&lt;br /&gt;So at the end, I had to quit it (more like I wanted to..) and the damn bastard didn't pay me at the end. He owed me like $12,000 pesos at the end.. and he just decided he wouldn't pay.&lt;br /&gt;Now.. thing is, I had nothing else to do than resign.. a bit complicated on why, but that's how it ended.. no way to make him pay me, no way to sue him.. nothin'.. but that's how we learn in life, right? making mistakes?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. after that, I started working at the Mayan Palace in Pto. Vallarta as a waiter..&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I wanted to work as a waiter again, guess it was because I had good memories of it when I used to work at the Farallon. But it turned out to be completely different! in a way I didn't really like.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I wasn't getting as much money as some people told me I'd get working there. So, I quit =&amp;shy;þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. since I couldn't afford the rent of my apartment, meals and all that while looking for a job I like, I decided to come back to Gdl. Not without having first my farewell party!&lt;br /&gt;It was great! lots of people in my department, we cooked shrimps, meat and there was lots of alcohol. I really enjoyed the party. At some point we got so noisy that they cut off the electricity in my department, hehe.. but that didn't stop us. As soon as it went down, everyone got their cell phones out, put lights on and music playing!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, I think we made much more noise than when we had the radio on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again.. had to say goodbye to all that people I met.. I hate that so much! ='(&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you can't just stick togheter to all the nice people you meet along the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in here, I saw again my friends. That was real good. First thing we had to do was: go out for some drinks! (what else?)&lt;br /&gt;And also, I decided I don't want to work for anyone else (not now), so instead of looking for a job, I'm gonna start my own bar with the help of Victor and Melina! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with this idea! it's not only like a dream coming true, but also it'll be a nice start for being independent, and if it goes well, it'll be a good income of money too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about it!! so now it comes quite some work to do, looking for a location, equipment, suppliers and permits from the goverment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we'll see what happens. Now that I'm back I'll be able to check on my mail and post more often that I was doing, 'cuz now I have my PC with internet back with me =) (hooray!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-117079538222127867?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/117079538222127867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=117079538222127867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/117079538222127867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/117079538222127867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/02/come-and-go-once-more.html' title='Come and go.. once more..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-116818504548131882</id><published>2007-01-07T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:50:45.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet once more..</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted lately, but once again I have a real good excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you'll get to know what has happened to me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I started working at Hooters as manager.. well, after 2 weeks of that, they sent all of the managers from the western region of Mexico to a course from  the Hooters University (yes, there's a "university" like that) in Puerto Vallarta.&lt;br /&gt;In that course of 2 days, I met some of the international trainers from Hooters, and to not make this post thaaaat long, they chose me as the best option for becoming the general manager at the new restaurant in here in Puerto Vallarta. So, what was suposed to be a 2 days trip, became a long term trip.. they even didn't want to let me go back to Guadalajara.. they just let me go for 2 days to pick up my clothes and stuff I could carry in my backpack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since then I've been living here. The reason on why I hadn't posted before is easy.. too much work!! Since I was now general manager from here, I was in charge of making everything for the opening (it was on December 23rd). I must say it's been really tiring.. just yesterday I had my first day off since I came here, and besides that, the day I've worked less was 10 hours (I've had days when I've worked 18 hours straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own department now, but I don't have phone nor internet.. still it's really cool!! I love it! oh yeah.. I just got the internet installed here in the office yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to complain and bitch about life. This totally sucks! Not just because this is a lot of work..&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been smoking a LOT.. it helps with stress, and I have a lot of that.. I had stoped smoking since some years ago (not counting the Europe thingy) but now I smoke like 1 box of cigarettes every day.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have time to eat more than once a day.. so I've lost weight crazily&lt;br /&gt;3. I had real bad references about the owner, and when I mean real bad I mean it like REAL BAD.. and they're not only true, but worse. He's a total bastard.. right now, they're almost kicking me out from my department because I haven't paid the rent, and that is because he hasn't paid me.. and seems like he won't (he offered he'd pay me this first month of rent)&lt;br /&gt;4. When I first came here, I was told I'd earn $25,000 pesos a month.. then he said I'd only get $16,000... but my first payment, I only received the proportional part of $12,000 for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;5. He's one of the most rude persons I've met in my whole life.. and he doesn't pay not even the providers of food and equipment for the restaurant, so we're missing many things.. still, he blames me for everything since I'm the "general manager"..&lt;br /&gt;6. Once more, I'm the one to blame for everything that happens in here.. so if something get's broken, I'm the one to be blamed and pay for it (that's what he claims)&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm in charge of 2 in turn managers.. and one of them is a total waste of oxygen.. he screws everything up, and I can't fire him, 'cause the owner chose him as a manager, so whatever he does it's my fault for not "guiding him".. besides that, that bitch wants my job.. so he's trying to pull me down.. he even presents himself to other people as the GM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. that should give y'all an idea on what's been going on in my life.. at the moment, I'm already thinking in chaging job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I feel confident enough that I'll do fine somehow.. just wish me luck =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-116818504548131882?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/116818504548131882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=116818504548131882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116818504548131882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116818504548131882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2007/01/yet-once-more.html' title='Yet once more..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-116546484603239067</id><published>2006-12-06T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:14:06.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An update..</title><content type='html'>So long, most of you readers of this senseless shit know that I'm no longer living in Europe.. the rest, shall get to know it all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far as almost a month ago, while I was still living in Tenerife (in the Canary Islands) I received an e-mail, making me a real good job offer from my ex (Celina).. weeeiiiird!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say it was like a bomb that made my brain come to a hot-half-melted-jelly-like form. I got the chance to come back to Mexico (yay) to work in Hooters (yay! - for those who not know what's this, check out the web page @ &lt;a href="http://www.hooters.com/"&gt;http://www.hooters.com/&lt;/a&gt;) as a manager! (yay!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things went through my mind on what should I do.. give it a try and stay in Europe, going on a crazy quest to find a real job in some northern country.. or go back to Mexico with my friends, family, people, customs and food I know...&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, sounds like an easy thing to decide, but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided after a while to come back. It was in a real hurry, since the restaurant I was gonna be working in opened on November 28th, so I had to find my way back as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;That led me to take the following course:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tenerife - Madrid (where I spent one week with my parents and also went for a couple days to Toledo with them)&lt;br /&gt;2. Madrid - Paris (where I spent the night at Pauline's b/f house, Gaëtan)&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris - Cincinatti (waiting 4 hours in the airport)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cincinatti - L.A. (with a nice waiting at the airport of 7 hours)&lt;br /&gt;5. L.A. - Guadalajara (arriving at 5am in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that was real tiring!! Without say, that my one and only bagage got lost in the Madrid - Paris part.. a 2 hours direct flight!!! (as a side note, they said it'd arrive to Paris the next day around 7pm, but since I was leaving at 11am they said they'd sent it home.. I've been here 3 weeks and they've no idea where my lugage could possibly be ¬_¬!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! Arriving here, I decided not to sleep until night, just to start getting used to the new time. At night of course, I decided that the best thing I could do, was go to a bar with my friends and get some beer!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could only manage 2 micheladas.. then I fell asleep in Joey's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent the 3 following days terribly sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm already working at Hooters as a manager. I'm currently here in GDL, but I'm not sure I'll stay here.. there's a possibility that I go to live to Puerto Vallarta (which, at the beggining was the main idea for bringing me here)&lt;br /&gt;Work does pay, but also it's been very tiring. Not only because of the work itself, but because of the owner of the restaurant.. he's a real dick!&lt;br /&gt;They warned me that the hardest part of this job was to deal with him, and I didn't quite believed it until I met him personally.. also he's a dick by phone.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is that he lives in the D.F. and I've been told he only comes once in a while (some months).&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough, there's the opening of the new restaurant at Pto. Vallarta, the one I was supposed to be brought to, and there's just too many things to do. These last couple days I've been working an average of 14 hours a day (and that includes my B-day, which I spent just working)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope things will go way better now.. so far, next monday I have to go to Pto. Vallarta with the rest of the managers to get some course/training thingie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep writing on what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(see how life really changes?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-116546484603239067?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/116546484603239067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=116546484603239067' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116546484603239067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116546484603239067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/12/update.html' title='An update..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-116268359868937452</id><published>2006-11-04T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:57:56.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Viaje</title><content type='html'>Bueno, han pasado practicamente 2 meses de que termine mi viaje.. y creo que es importante mas que nada para mi tener un recuerdo parcialmente fresco de lo que vivi en mi viaje de mochilazo. No lo habia hecho antes en parte por falta de PC con internet.. por otra parte por hueva, pero ahora el buen Tomas me ha convencido de que es una buena idea antes de que el tiempo borre lo que vivi de mi memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paris&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando por fin regrese del workcamp a Paris por primera vez, es cuando en verdad tuve tiempo de conocerlo.. y esque la primera vez solo tuve algo asi como 5 horas, entre que llegue de Mexico a casa de Pauline y que tenia que tomar mi tren hacia Clermont-Ferrand. Asi que no tuve chance de nada. Ahora era diferente, venia con tiempo suficiente de menos para pasear un poco.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente lo que uno puede hacer cuando va solo unos cuantos dias a cada ciudad asi, es recorrer los lugares turisticos mas populares y conocidos. Empecé por el Arco del Triunfo. Me recordo un poco al que esta en Guadalajara cerca de la Minerva.. aunque claro que no tiene nada que ver en cuanto a tamaño ni detallados! es enorme y muy muy bonito. Lo malo es que para subir, hay que hacerlo por las escaleras.. y son de lo mas cansado del mundo.. creo que de alguna manera me parecieron mas cansadas que las de la Torre Eiffel, porque como sea en la Eiffel vas viendo hacia afuera, el Rio Sienna y todo eso.. pero en el arco del triunfo vas por dentro y no hay nada que ver.. solo mas y mas escaleras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi que bueno, pasando a la Torre Eiffel.. fui caminando. En general durante todo mi viaje de mochilazo fui a todos lados caminando.. y aunque era demasiado y distancias muy largas tuvo algunas ventajas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Me ahorre lo del transporte publico, que puede no ser taaaaaan caro (aunque si me parece algo caro pagar 1,40€ por subirse a un camion) pero a la larga pagando eso diario, y varias veces al dia.. pues llega a ser considerable.&lt;br /&gt;2. Me gusta mucho caminar&lt;br /&gt;3. Pude conocer cosas de las ciudades que probablemente muchas otras personas se pierden porque en el transporte publico pasas rapido por toda la ciudad, para llegar directo a las atracciones turisticas&lt;br /&gt;4. Fue buen ejercicio (creo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora es que viene lo malo de que haya dejado pasar tanto tiempo para escribir esto, que ya no me acuerdo como fue exactamente todo.. pero bueno, lo importante es que quedara la idea general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien tuve oportunidad de conocer Notre Dame (aunque no subi a las torres, porque la fila de gente es INMENSA, y es solo en horarios determinados, no es cosa de llegar y subirse). Fue interesante, aunque tengo que decir que esperaba algo mucho mucho mas grande. Aun asi me gusto mucho.. y tambien tuve la oportunidad de descansar un poco en el jardin que esta por detras, donde llega mucha gente y se sienta a platicar y tomar fotos.&lt;br /&gt;Despues esta el  E N O R M E  museo de Louvre.. donde mientras lo recorria llegue a la conclusion de que iba a ser totalmente imposible conocerlo todo, de menos no en este viaje. Transcurridas 4 horas no llevaba casi ni la 4ª parte.. y eso que no estaba realmente deteniendome a analizar a fondo cada pieza y obra de arte.. en fin, la decision fue facil: Una busqueda de las exposiciones que en el mapa que te dan sobresalen como las mas importanes, y esto me tomo el resto del dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien hay que decir que fui al restaurante de la prima de Lolita, Cristine, para hacer la prueba de cocina para ver si me contrataba para trabajar ahi. Prepare unos chilaquiles.. que falta me hacia!! primero porque era lo mas parecido a cocina mexicana que probaba en mas de un mes, y segundo porque comi junto con los empleados, que varios de ellos son mexicanos, asi que tambien fue como sentirme en mi tierra por un momento. Al final, le gusto a todo mundo los chilaquiles que prepare, asi que la invitacion para trabajar ahi quedo abierta =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de todo esto, tuve oportunidad de conocer unos cuantos parisinos amigos de Pauline.. aunque no fue la gran cosa. No fue sino hasta la 4ª vez que llegue a Paris, ya despues de todo mi viaje que tuve oportunidad de conocer a algunos de ellos mucho mejor, y la verdad es que me trataron super bien entonces. Tuve la oportunidad de conocer a Gaëtan (novio de Pauline), Sandra (la hermana) y.. al novio de su hermana, que ya se me olvido como se llamaba.. heh!&lt;br /&gt;Pero en general ellos 3 me trataron super bien, y a fin de cuentas estuve mas tiempo conviviendo con ellos que con Pauline, que era a quien yo ya conocia de antes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, regresando a cuando iba a partir en mi viaje de mochilazo, el dia llego.. y fue el papa de Pauline quien me llevo a tomar el bus. Ahi estaba ya toda la gente que iba a tomar el BusAbout. Que bien! pense.. de menos no fue solo un timo por internet de una compañia fantasma, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primera ciudad que considero como mi viaje de mochilazo. Llegue al Snuffel Hostel, que era atendido por una señora algo de edad. En la parte de abajo estaba el bar, donde por la mañana tambien se servia el desayuno.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Aqui cabe aclarar que el desayuno que tome durante todo mi viaje, es el que ofrece cada hostal, que en general siempre es exactamente lo mismo: Cafe, te, leche, cereal (corn flakes solamente), pan, mantequilla y mermelada. En algunos habia jamon, salami y queso.. pero de calidad dudosa.&lt;br /&gt;Regresando a la descripcion del hostal.. en la parte de atras del bar, estaban los baños, y subiendo unas escaleras las regaderas. Las habitaciones estaban por el costado del bar, igual subiendo unas diminutas escaleras de caracol, dividas en un segundo y tercer piso. Cada habitacion contaba con 4 literas, y en algunas habia que atravesar una habitacion para llegar a la tuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, la ciudad es muy muy bonita, y tambien muy chica. De menos lo que es el "centro de la ciudad" que es practicamente lo que conoci de cada lugar, asi como ir a las zonas residenciales donde solo encontraria casas, pues como que no le vi mucho sentido durante mi viaje. Brujas la cruce caminando si mal no recuerdo en 40 min. Y el segundo dia que amanecio lloviendo, aproveche para estrenar mi chamarra impermeable! me arme con mi ipod en un lugar seco, y me sali a caminar bajo la lluvia para rodear la ciudad. Esto me tomo como 2 horas, pero valio mucho la pena, porque aparte que me encanta la lluvia, pase por varios de los molinos que tiene Bruges, y algo un poco tonto tal vez, pero que nunca me habia tocado ver en vivo, es como se levanta un puente para que crucen los barcos por el rio.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tambien muchas pequeñas iglesias para visitar aqui, pero la que yo podria resaltar es la de "Holy Blood", que tiene su nombre por una razon importante. Se dice que aqui tienen un frasco que contiene un pedazo de tela con unas gotas de la sangre de Cristo (si, el de la Biblia y los milagros). Ahora, no se si sea cierto que es sangre de Cristo, pero lo que si existe es el frasco con un trozo de tela dentro y un poco de sangre. Eso lo tienen abierto al publico, hay un sacerdote sentado con el frasco enfrente, y toda la gente va pasando (no antes sin dejar una cooperacion voluntaria) para ver el frasco, tomarle foto y hay gente que hasta lo besa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de las cosas que creo que mas recuerdo, y por tanto es importante mencionar, es la cerveza! por mi parte, puedo decir que aqui en Bruges (o sea que Belgica) es donde probé la mejor cerveza durante todo mi viaje! Mon Dieu!!! algun dia tengo que volver a probar esas delicias! y tambien la forma que la sirven. Aca aprendi que para cada tipo de cerveza hay un vaso diferente.. son de tamaños y formas distintas, muy interesante. No podria dar ejemplos relmente porque yo no me entere cual va donde.. y a quien le importa! lo importante es beber y disfrutar! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado, la primera cosa bizarra de mi viaje sucedio aqui tambien. Un dia estaba tomando una deliciosa cerveza en el bar del hostal, cuando se acerca un tipo a mi, y en el mas perfecto español me pregunta si soy mexicano! O_O!!&lt;br /&gt;Mira si esto no fuera sorprendente, porque yo por eso de que estaba comenzando mi viaje solo, pues no estaba ni hablando con nadie.. resulta que este tipo era originario de ahi de Bruges, asi que su idioma natal es el flamenco, y hablaba español porque estuvo viviendo 3 años en Argentina. Ahora que de ahi a como supo que yo era mexicano.. no tiene el mas minimo sentido. La logica que utilizo es que me parezco a Rafa Marquez, por lo tanto.. no podria ser de otra nacionalidad sino mexicano o.O!&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno.. sea lo que sea, a fin de cuentas supo mi nacionalidad sin mas. Estuvo un rato hablando conmigo, me invito una cerveza.. y cuando empezaba a preocuparme por mi integridad fisica esa noche, apareció Kim, una chica australiana que estaba viajando tambien con BusAbout y con quien convivi el resto del viaje mas o menos, y como este tipo estaba borracho, por alguna razon empezó a tratar de emparejarnos (gracias a Dios! a estas alturas yo ya me temia que me fuera a violar o algo asi..)&lt;br /&gt;A fin de cuentas no paso nada, solo fue una noche agradable donde empece a conocer gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el centro de la ciudad habia una pequeña plaza con una estatua en el centro, donde se juntaba gente porque todos los dias habia algun "show", como la orquesta de la ciudad tocando, tipos con gaitas.. cosas asi.&lt;br /&gt;Tambien en las fotos que tome, veran a un tipo que en realidad no tiene nada que ver con mi viaje.. ni mucho menos.. es solo que estaba yo sentado en esa estatua de la plaza, oyendo la musica cuando se me ocurrio revisar las fotos que habia tomado hasta ese momento.. y él pensó que yo le estaba tomando una foto. La conversacion fue algo corta pero mas o menos asi:&lt;br /&gt;-me estas tomando una foto?&lt;br /&gt;-ah!! no, perdon.. solo estaba viendo las fotos que he tomado..&lt;br /&gt;-ah bueno.. me puedes tomar una foto?&lt;br /&gt;-ehm.. que???&lt;br /&gt;-que si me puedes tomar una foto..&lt;br /&gt;-ehm.. si, supongo que si..&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;-puedo verla?&lt;br /&gt;-claro.. aqui esta..&lt;br /&gt;-ok, muchas gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jajajaja, en fin.. solo para aquellos que se hayan preguntado quien era el tipo que aparecio en mis fotos, he ahi la explicacion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresando a Kim, ella estaba viajando con otras 2 chicas de Australia, Lisa y su hermana menor Helen. Y fue que "viajamos" juntos porque coincidimos en la mayoria de las ciudades y las fechas que estuvimos en cada una.. incluso nos toco en la misma habitacion como 3 o 4 veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegue a Amsterdam por la tarde, al que los guias del hotel nos advirtieron que seria el hostal mas sucio de todo el viaje.. y tenian razon! el Hans Brinker Hotel no solo es realmente sucio, sino que hace publicidad de ello. Si no me creen, pueden buscar y checar la pagina en internet para que se den una idea de cuan cierto es. No solo eso, tambien es enorme.. tiene capacidad para 650 personas, y esta constantemente lleno.. las 3 noches que yo estuve ahi, el cuarto donde yo estuve, para 8 personas, estuvo lleno los 3 dias.. y fueron personas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Amsterdam, es de ley visitar 2 cosas:&lt;br /&gt;1. La zona roja!&lt;br /&gt;2. Coffee shops!&lt;br /&gt;a mi nunca me ha gustado quebrantar la ley.. mm.. bueno, si me ha gustado! jajaja, pero no en esta ocasion! Asi que no quedo mas que asistir a los ambas.&lt;br /&gt;La zona roja tiene su gran encanto.. para donde voltees hay que ver! chicas semi-desnudas en aparadores, esperando que solo entres a tener un poco de diversion (bueno, eso si fue algo que no hice.. solo pasé a ver que tal). Por suerte me advirtieron de algo antes de ir: Si el aparador tiene luz roja, es chica 100%.. si la luz es azul, mm.. mejor no hablamos de esos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra de las cosas que ofrece Amsterdam, dentro del distrito rojo, son los "sex-shows". Esto si no es algo que yo pueda decir que es "de ley", pero a fin de cuentas fui. Consegui un grupo de personas que viajaban conmigo en el BusAbout esos dias, y fuimos todos juntos para matar la curiosidad (en grupo, porque dicen que es algo peligroso ir por alla.. asi que solo, no hubiera ido). No se como describir como fue.. es raro, no es realmente excitante, es solo como.. entretenido? Si alguien me pregunta, pagar mi entrada valio la pena porque con eso te regalaban una cerveza, y como fuimos con varias chicas, ellas no quisieron la suya.. asi que me toco tomar mas.&lt;br /&gt;Eso, y porque pasamos al "banana show" 2 de los tipos con los que fui y yo!! JAJAJAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;pero eso se quedaran con la curiosidad de que es! jajajajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee shops, solo en Amsterdam puedes entrar a lo que parece un bar cualquiera, decir en voz alta que quieres fumar marihuana, y la gente no se espanta y el mesero te da el menu de lo que hay para fumar. Asi es.. tienen menu para eso! Esto si fue algo que probe.. y en general, si no lo haces, no puedes decir que fuiste a Amsterdam. Jajaja, los recuerdos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Por alguna razon me parecio buena idea pedir una de 4 estrellas (se clasifican segun su potencia de 1 a 5 estrellas). y bueno, estando yo solo no queria gasta en tabaco para mezclarlo, asi que la fume pura.. y como tampoco tenia con quien compartir, pues fume el porro yo solo.. asi que ya se imaginaran! yo por mi cuenta, me estaba riendo por dentro como idiota! (evite hacerlo en voz alta hasta que de alguna milagrosa forma llegue al hostal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya que no todo puede ser diversion alocada.. tambien tenia que haber algo de historia (supongo). De todos modos tuve la oportunidad de ir a la casa donde vivio Ana Frank mientras que escribio su diario. Realmente fue muy interesante, y hasta cierto punto deprimente ver como es que vivian esas personas. No es lo mismo solo leer su diario que estar ahi, viendo las habitaciones y como estaba todo acomodado.. una experiencia que valio la pena a pesar de la fila enorme que daba vuelta a la cuadra, y de que dentro del edificio esta lleno de gente y no tiene aire acondicionado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien como comentario adicional, cabe mencionar que el ultimo dia que iba a estar aca, iba a empezar un carnaval gay muy importante en la ciudad, asi que no habia cupo en ningun hotel, hostal, motel, parque o puente de la ciudad! Estaba todo a reventar de ambiente gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mucho, el hostal mas limpio y bonito donde estuve! ya a estas alturas podia disfrutar bastante de un buen baño!! (sobre todo porque en el hotel de Amsterdam no servia la regadera de mi cuarto y pase 3 dias sin bañarme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui hay mucha historia que ver, muy interesante. El famoso muro de Berlin, checkpoint Charlie, y en general mucho de lo que esta relacionado con Hitler, la 2ª guerra mundial y parte de la post-guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Para poder ver todo esto de manera mas productiva, decidi tomar un tour en bicicleta de 4 horas, donde te llevan a todos estos lugares y otros tantos no tan conocidos pero que tienen algo de historia. Fue de lo mas productivo que pude haber decidido hacer, solo con un pequeño inconveniente.. el tour no duro 4 horas, sino 8!! no nos cobraron de mas, y el guia era muy muy bueno! pero no quiero ni contarles el dolor tremendo de trasero que tuve que soportar durante 3 dias despues del tour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fue la primera vez durante mi viaje que me puse borracho, tambien. Hay otra excursion llamada el "pub crawl", que consiste que durante la noche te van llevando a varios pubs, y en cada uno te van dando tragos gratis.. pero no fue por eso que yo me emborrache, porque decidi no ir.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sucedio fue que las chicas australianas (Kim, Lisa y Helen) y dentro del mismo hostal antes de salir les dieron 1 cerveza a cada una, y como yo estaba con ellas, me dieron una a mi tambien suponiendo que yo estaba anotado igualmente. Como ellas iban a ir al pub crawl, me regalaron sus cervezas.. ahi van 4, y si tomamos en cuenta que antes de eso ya llevaba 2, van 6!&lt;br /&gt;Ahi fue cuando conoci a otra chica con la que me lleve muy bien y estuvo en gran parte de mi viaje de igual manera, Lucia. Llego con otra gente que jamas habia visto (y en su mayoria no volvi a ver) pero igual estuvimos tomando mas y haciendo drinking games. Asi que para resumirlo, solo puedo contar las primeras 6 cervezas que me tome.. de ahi en mas, no se cuantas fueron.. con eso digo todo.&lt;br /&gt;(Las cervezas son todas de medio litro cada botella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dresden&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciosa ciudad alemana! Es un lugar calmado, con un monton de edificios muy bonitos, muy bien cuidados. Una de las ciudades que mas me gusto durante mi viaje. Una de las cosas malas fue los problemas que tuve con la comunicacion, ya que por lo mismo que es una ciudad chica, no hay tanto turismo como en el resto de las ciudades europeas que visite.. y esto significa que no hay tanta gente que habla ingles. Asi que no hubo mas que aprender a comunicarse con señas y gestos.. y en gran parte señalando cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, aqui tuve una de las experiencias mas divertidas de mi viaje. Resulta que hubo un momento que agarre el gusto (si asi se le puede llamar) de visitar los cementerios de las ciudades donde iba, y que quedaba relativamente cerca. Y en el de aqui hubo un par de cosas que llamaron mi atencion:&lt;br /&gt;1. Habia una seccion donde habia puras criptas de niños, todos muertos antes de los 2 años, decorado con juguetes y cosas asi.. en realidad era bastante "creepy"&lt;br /&gt;2. Una cripta algo rara (de la cual hay foto) que consiste en un pilar de marmol, con una esfera negra encima. Aparte de su forma que ya de por si llamo la atencion, estaban enterradas ahi varias personas, pero sin ser familia ya que todos los apellidos eran diferentes, y tampoco eran personas de la misma edad. En fin.. probablemente no era nada pero igual llamo mi atencion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresando a lo que me paso.. pues que decidi sentarme un rato en la calma del cementerio a leer un rato. Y asi estaba tan metido en mi lectura que se me fue el tiempo. No fue sino hasta que ya estaba algo oscuro, y habia bastantes cuervos sobrevolando el arbol que estaba arriba de mi cuando decidi que era "creepy enough" para salir de ahi. Desgraciadamente no tome en cuenta el horario del cementerio.. mm.. hubiera sido buena idea.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegue a la salida, me encontre que la puerta ya estaba cerrada con candado y todo.. y no habia ni guardia alrededor, ni caseta donde pudiera haber alguien.&lt;br /&gt;La primera solucion que pense fue en saltar el muro.. pero cuando llegue arriba, descubri que del otro lado tenia una altura aproximada de 4 metros, y no solo eso sino que a la mitad del muro habia una inclinacion y luego se ensanchaba, por lo que saltar hubiera resultado inevitablemente en por lo menos una pierna rota o algo por el estilo.&lt;br /&gt;La segunda opcion fue quedarme a dormir ahi hasta la mañana siguiente que abrieran para salir caminando tranquilamente.. pero no paso ni 1 minuto para que quedara descartada. No es mi ideal dormir a la interperie sin ropa apropiada o un sleeping-bag.. y menos aun en un cementerio que de por si durante el dia parecia bastante "scary".&lt;br /&gt;Tercera opcion, adentrarme al cementerio a oscuras e intentar encontrar otra salida. Esa fue hasta el momento la mejor opcion, asi que la puse en marcha. Desgraciadamente los resultados no fueron buenos, porque aparte que no veia nada tengo que admitir que me puse algo nervioso de adentrarme totalmente en aquel paraje.&lt;br /&gt;A fin de cuentas encontre que la puerta de entrada tenia una reja rota en la parte de arriba, y dado que tengo algo de experiencia en lo que se refiere a entrar a lugares que no se supone que estan abiertos al publico en general, fue la solucion ideal. Lo unico que sucedio es que tuve que esperar a que anocheciera un poco mas, ya que habia algo de gente y carros por fuera, y lo unico que me faltaba es que la gente me viera de noche saltado de un cementerio como si nada. Pero a fin de cuentas, todo salio bien, y termino en una buena historia para contar y recordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El hostal se destaco porque tenia una salita para leer muy comoda, con sillones y todo. Incluso tenian libros para que intercambies.. dejas uno que hayas leido y te llevas uno del monton. Siento decir que tuve que hurtar uno porque yo no tenia nada.. pero seguramente que no les habra dolido mucho perder un libro viejo que alguien dejo abandonado ahi.&lt;br /&gt;Ah si.. y el tipo de casi 2 metros vestido de mujer que era amigo de la camarera del bar. Un tipo ancho, con vestido negro, una bolsa y un poco de maquillaje, cargando un pequeño poodle! No le tome foto solo porque temi ser violado de una forma violenta y dolorosa en ese momento.. pero creanme cuando digo que fue toda una experiencia ver ese sujeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Praga&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primera ciudad fuera de la Union Europea que visite. Aqui la aventura comenzo antes de llegar siquiera a la Republica Checa. Una vez dentro del autobus, el guia de la compañia me pregunta si tengo la visa necesaria para entrar a la Rep. Checa, porque como no esta dentro de la UE, se necesita un permiso especial, y el visado que yo tenia aqui no servia. Me dio la oportunidad de bajar del camion para investigar antes de llegar alla, porque en caso de que no me dejaran entrar al pais, tendria que bajarme en la frontera entre Alemania y la Rep. Checa, buscarme la vida y regresar a alguna ciudad o pueblito donde pudiera quedarme a dormir hasta que yo mismo encontrara la forma de cruzar la frontera, o llegar al siguiente punto del tour por mi cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que podran imaginar la cantidad de nervios que sentia ante esta noticia, pero a fin de cuentas ya tenia todo un plan hecho, con reservaciones en autobuses y hostales, asi que decidi tomar el riesgo y montarme al bus. Total, si me habrian de bajar en la frontera ya podria buscarme la vida por mi mismo (o no.. )&lt;br /&gt;A fin de cuentas todo salio bien. Aunque es cierto que se necesita un permiso diferente que al resto de la UE, hay ciertos paises (Mexico incluido) que no necesitan visa para entrar a los paises como este cuando se planea estar menos de 3 meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya dentro de la Rep. Checa, lo primero que hubo que hacer fue cambiar dinero, porque aca los euros no funcionan, sino las coronas checas. Esto lo pude hacer en la primera parada que hicimos, que fue para ver un campo de concentracion que quedaba de camino.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca habia estado en uno.. pero es impresionante. Es deprimente entrar a esos sitios, darse cuenta de como vivian los presos.. pensar en cuanta gente y en cuantas formas murieron en esos muros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Rep. Checa es por mucho el pais mas barato en donde me toco estar. Por otro lado, tambien una de las mas sucias y con mas pobreza visible. Fue la primera y la unica ciudad en Europa en donde me toco ver limpia vidrios en un semaforo. Pero aca la gente no tiene la mentalidad (o no esta acostumbrada) a esto, por lo que son muy violentos con los pobres tipos, les echan el carro encima, prenden los limpiaparabrisas, suenan el claxon y les gritan bastante. Me dio algo de lastima ver eso.. y bueno, por alguna razon termine hablando con esos tipos (que resultaron ser muy agradables) y les conte sobre como es algo tan comun ver eso en México.&lt;br /&gt;Tambien fue la primera ciudad en donde en el primer dia cuando sali a caminar para conocer un poco:&lt;br /&gt;1. Me ofrecieron drogas&lt;br /&gt;2. Me ofrecieron sexo&lt;br /&gt;3. Me pidieron drogas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuera de eso, me gusto la ciudad. Muchas mujeres muy bellas que se ven tambien por aca. El castillo de Praga es una de las cosas mas confusas del mundo.. no se sabe en que momento estas dentro y cuando no.. no esta muy bien delimitado.&lt;br /&gt;Esta ciudad tuve el gusto de conocerla con Kristine (la chica que conoci en el workcamp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tuve un "side quest" al visitar la ciudad de Hradec Kralové, que es la ciudad natal de Kristine. Aca conoci antes que nada a su familia, ya que despues de conocer Praga, llegamos de noche y fuimos directo a su casa. Fue hasta el dia siguiente que tuvimos oportunidad de concer la ciudad. Uno de los puntos mas importantes de esta ciudad, es que hay 2 rios muy importantes que cruzan varios paises de Europa, y es aqui en esta ciudad en donde los 2 rios se unen, asi que me toco ir a ver eso.. para mi gusto, muy fuera de chiste.. pero bueno, jajaja.. peor es nada, supongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De regreso a Praga, me toco volver solo.. y fue una pequeña aventura, ya que me bajo el camion en las afueras de Praga, y tuve que descifrar como regresar en metro a lo que yo conocia para poder regresar al hostal. En el camino en metro, conoci a otro mexicano! que no solo eso, sino que eramos tocayos! En fin.. me fui todo el camino platicando con este tipo. Se sintio agradable ver a un mexicano despues de tanto tiempo, y mas aun en una situacion asi rara como esa, donde jamas me hubiera esperado encontrar un paisano.&lt;br /&gt;Ya de regreso en lo que "conocia" (solo porque habia pasado un par de veces por ahi) tuve que caminar de regreso al hostal.. e invariablemente me perdi!&lt;br /&gt;No se si la imagen de un tipo a media noche, con una mochila en la espalda, un mapa en las manos el cual ve constantemente y comprueba con las calles a su alrededor de una idea a alguien que es un sujeto ideal para pedir indicaciones.. pero bueno, asi sucedio! Se acercaron a mi 2 tipos, hablando aleman ( o.O??) preguntandome como llegar a un bar (o algo asi entendi).. jajaja, en fin.. ojala hayan llegado a donde quiera que fueran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo tambien decir que es una ciudad en donde me puse bastante nervioso al caminar, porque no solo iba solo y de noche.. sino que con la situacion como lo plantee antes (de las drogas y la pobreza que hace que se asemeje a una zona pobre de Mexico) me toco caminar por tuneles oscuros, sucios, con grafiti.. mmm.. algo asi como el escenario perfecto para una pelicula de terror en una toma donde hay un violento asesinato callejero. Tambien hay fotos de estos lugares.. pero era tan oscuro que no se distingue nada en las fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el hostal de Praga, el Wombat's, me toco probar un nuevo trago, conocido como A-Bomb. Consiste en un vaso de Red-Bull que se sostiene con un caballito de Absinth en el borde por dentro. Todas las personas que van a tomar tienen que sostener el vaso asi.. y todo mundo espera a que den las 12 de la noche. Se dice un bridis (que por supuesto no recuerdo porque fue hace mucho y era en otro idioma) y todos dejan caer el caballito de Absinth dentro del Red-Bull.. se toma de hidalgo! Hehe, buen trago para ponerse todo loco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lo unico que me arrepente que no tuve tiempo de hacer en la Rep. Checa, fue de ir a Kutna Hora, donde esta la catedral (o templo.. o lo que sea) de Kostnice Ossuary, el cual esta decorado totalmente con huesos humanos! Suena bastante tentador para conocer, lo malo es que quedaba a 2 horas en tren de Praga.. y me quede corto de tiempo, pero bueno.. habiendo visto las fotos supongo que fue "creepy enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vienna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue aqui que conoci a Bettina, amiga de Pô y de Victor, que hasta entonces solo habia platicado con ella un par de veces por messenger. Y la conoci por primera vez gracias a que accedió recibirme en su departamento por las noches que me estaria yo quedando en Vienna. Iba algo nervioso.. despues de todo, iba a dormir en casa de alguien que jamas habia visto en mi vida, pero a estas alturas ya me importaba muy poco. La vida hay que vivirla como viene, y muchas veces hay que ser algo descarado tambien.&lt;br /&gt;Para empezar, tuve un pequeño problema encontrando el departamento donde proximamente iria a dormir, pero fue una cosa tal vez de 1 hora que estuve dando vueltas, hasta que encontre el camino indicado y llegue sin problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettina resulto ser una chica muy muy agradable, me cayo muy bien, y me atendió de lujo! Ella se encargó de preparar cenas y desayunos cuando estuve ahi. El primer dia me llevo a un bar que es como una "playa" de las que tienen en aquellos paises europeos (a la orilla del rio de la ciudad ponen arena). El bar estuvo muy agusto, escuchando musica reggae, con la arena, el atardecer y unos buenos tragos que gracias a Dios alcanzamos al 2x1. Asi que fue un buen comienzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al dia siguiente yo hice mi labor de salir a conocer la ciudad. Igual que puedo decir de muchas otras de las ciudades, "muy bonita". Estuve caminando por toda la zona de edificios y lugares que vale la pena ver y toda la cosa. Acá destaco un poco que hay personas vestidas de mozart por todas partes vendiendo boletos para conciertos de musica clasica. Eso es algo que solo pude ver aqui. De ahi, conoci los 2 cementerios que tiene Vienna:&lt;br /&gt;1. Zentralfriedhof (el cementerio central) que es por mucho, el cementerio mas grande que he visto en toda mi vida, y tambien con muchas de las tumbas mas grandes, elegantes y bonitas que igualmente he visto jamas. Realmente el espacio que ocupa este cementerio bien podria ser una ciudad entera.&lt;br /&gt;2. Der St. Marx Friedhof (el cementerio de St. Marx) donde su atractivo principal es que esta la tumba de Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cualquiera pensaria que la tumba de Mozar seria algo grande, vistoso, etc.. pero no.. si tuviera que ponerle nombre al estilo de su tumba, diria que es "minimalista". Es solo una cripta que asemeja un pilar blanco partido. Es bonito eso si, pero es algo.. chico. Supongo que es por aquello que se desconoce del lugar exacto donde esta enterrado y pusieron casi una cripta en algun lugar al azar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese dia en la noche salimos con unos amigos de Bettina. Tambien debo decirlo, fueron lo mejor, me trataron super bien como si fuera amigo de ellos desde hace años. Se ve que les costaba mucho trabajo hablar en ingles y no en aleman, pero realmente se esforzaban en hacerlo para que yo les entendiera todo lo que decian, y no solo cuando hablaban conmigo, sino tambien hablando entre ellos. Ese dia fuimos a un antro donde estuvimos muy agusto. Tambien termine algo borracho, porque todos los tipos me invitaban tragos, al principio cervezas, pero despues se les ocurrio que cada uno de ellos queria tomarse minimo un shot de tequila conmigo, hehe. Muy agradable gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al dia siguiente nos levantamos algo tarde (practicamente hasta la 3 de la tarde), y fue un dia de echar la flojera y descansar despues de la noche anterior. Esa tarde fuimos a la feria!! asi tal como suena. Fuimos a algo asi como una rueda de la fortuna, pero grandisima, desde donde hay una vista de gran parte de Vienna, y durante el atardecer se ve muy bello. Despues, solo disfrutar.. nos subimos a los carritos chocones, y estuvimos menseando por ahi. Ese dia nos fuimos a dormir mucho mas temprano, porque al dia siguiente yo tenia que ir al punto de salida del BusAbout en la mañana, para poder ir a mi siguiente destino.&lt;br /&gt;A la mañana siguiente, hice mi maleta. Me dio pena despertar a Bettina, asi que solo le deje una nota de agradecimiento, una pulsera que yo hice de recuerdo, y me fui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Salzburg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ciudad donde se filmó "The sound of music" (aka "la novicia rebelde"), y todo mundo esta muy orgulloso de ello, por lo que se puede ver por toda la ciudad cosas relacionadas con la pelicula, aparte de todo lo relacionado con Mozart por el hecho que era austriaco.&lt;br /&gt;Se siente raro, algo asi como un extraño "dejavu" (aunque no lo sea) cuando se esta en un lugar que ya has visto en una pelicula, y por eso parece familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Es una ciudad bellisima, con unos paisajes de montañas que no habia visto en otras ciudades.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no tuve la oportunidad de ir, pero habia tours guiados a cavernas de hielo, donde por lo que me platicaron era muy interesante.. entrar a cuevas en la montaña, pero donde absolutamente todo es puro hielo.&lt;br /&gt;Aparte de esto, pues fue una ciudad con no muchas novedades en comparacion a las otras, pero si la disfrute mucho. Las cosas que nunca faltan como las estatuas vivientes, gente tocando musica clasica por dinero en la calle, pintores, y todas esas cosas artisticas y culturales que hacen a Europa lo que es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Munich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primera ciudad de alemania en donde se empezó a producir cerveza, incluso su nombre Munich ó München significa "monje", que fueron quienes la empezaron a hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui son famosos los "beer gardens", que son como bares, pero en un jardin (que mas bien parece parque). Son enormes, con bancas y mesas entre todos los arboles, y ahi puedes tomar cerveza hasta reventar. Lo que se hace es que vas a pagar un tarro de cerveza, despues tu mismo lo lavas y vas a que te sirvan la cerveza de un barril (barril de madera, no como los que se usan en las fiestas)&lt;br /&gt;En la ciudad, el simbolo es el leon, asi que se puede ver en todo el centro leones decorados. Al parecer lo que hace el gobierno es proporcionar los leones a todos los negocios que hay en el centro, y cada quien se encarga de decorarlo a su gusto. Es muy interesante ver tantos leones pintados de tantos colores y formas diferentes, y hay unos que se ven muy padres con la imaginacion que tienen los encargados de decorarlos. Muchos van de acuerdo con la tematica de cada negocio.. otros solo la imaginacion que le ponen.&lt;br /&gt;Ya habia escuchado sobre las problematicas que tiene alemania con lo del nazismo, incluso hay algunas prohibiciones de ley como hacer el saludo a Hitler en público, o mostrar de alguna manera la cruz nazi. Pero aca me toco ver una manifestacion anti-nazi en la mera plaza central, frente a la catedral. Es raro ver como despues de tantos años, sigue habiendo trazos de todo lo que sucedio con la segunda guerra mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Fue aqui en Munich que tuve la oportunidad de visitar el castillo de Neuschwanstein (el castillo en el que se baso Walt Disney para hacer su logo). Este castillo fue construido por el rey Louis II, conocido como el "Mad King Ludwig". Este castillo no solo es el que uso Disney para su logo, sino tambien es en el que se baso Tchaikovsky para escribir el Lago de los Cisnes. Y esque todo el castillo tiene decoraciones de cisnes, ya que esta junto al lago de los cisnes literalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Ya al fin, fue aqui donde me tuve que despedir de las personas con las que hice amistad en el BusAbout.. a partir de aqui cada quien se iba a un lugar diferente. Fue mas bien con Kim, Lisa y Helen que fuimos a cenar a un restaurante de despedida. Despues solo en el bar del hostal me despedi de los demas con una cervecita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stuttgart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, por fin! puedo decir que aqui no hice NADA en la plenitud de la palabra. Fui el unico del tour de BusAbout que se detuvo en esta ciudad, y no me extraña ahora que ya llegue aqui. No hay nada que hacer y nada que ver. Es una ciudad que no tiene turismo, y por tanto no se preocupa por atraer turistas.. incluso creo que ni hostales hay.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui me toco quedarme en un hotel, que fue bastante comodo. Por fin, un cuarto para mi solo, con cama, escritorio, televisor, lavabo.. ah!! cuantas comodidades!!&lt;br /&gt;Que fue lo que hice aqui? repito, nada.. solo caminar por ahi.. lavar mi ropa.. comer.. y tirarme en la cama a descansar =)&lt;br /&gt;Y valio la pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paris&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicamente fue solo dormir. Eso se debe a que llegue por la noche (cerca de las 8) y al dia siguiente tenia que levantarme temprano para tomar el camion hacia Londres. Me quede en un hostal (probablemente el más feo de todos).. pero a quien le importa cuando solo lo quieres para dormir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Londres&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De las grandes ciudades podria decir que es la que más me gustó. Aunque he empezado a dudar de mi capacidad de percepcion para estas alturas, ya que despues de estar en países donde no entendia absolutamente nada, estar en un lugar donde todo mundo habla ingles fue la gloria!&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno, de todos modos es una ciudad que me encanto por todas las construcciones que tiene, y desde cosas simples como London Bridge hasta el Big Ben o el palacio de Buckingham. Uno de los atractivos principales del palacio son los soldados de la guardia real, y el cambio de guardias, que es toda una ceremonia que se llena totalmente de gente curiosa. Por pura suerte no solo me toco ver esto del cambio de guardia, sino que tambien me toco ver una como demostración de la caballería (soldados a caballo, para que se entienda mejor).&lt;br /&gt;Encontre que aqui lo más barato para comer era ir a Sub-Way! que por un lado fue bueno porque me gusta mucho, y supuestamente es mas saludable que comer cosas como McDonalds.. pero por otro lado.. despues de comer tantas veces ahi, termine bien enfadado de esos putos baguettes! (bueno.. ya para estas horas, me gustaria ir otra vez, pero estando ahi ya no aguantaba)&lt;br /&gt;Por recomendación de mi papá, decidi ir al museo de ciencias. Fue toda una travesia, ya que por lo mismo que ya habia mencionado que iba a todos lados caminando, me tomo cerca de 2 horas y media llegar. Pero a quien le importa cuando se supone que es el mejor museo de ciencias (estilo el Papalote) de toda Inglaterra??&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente fue una mentira y llegue a la conclusion de que fue un error hacerle caso a mi padre (niños, nunca hagan caso a sus padres..). Es el museo de ciencias mas tonto en el que he estado en toda mi vida.. y aburridisimo.. lo bueno, es que el museo de historia natural quedaba al lado, y se supone que es el mejor del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, tengo que decir que esto si fue cierto. Despues de todo valio la pena caminar tanto para ir a ver este museo (y eso que no soy gran amante de los museos)&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno.. esa no fue la caminata mas larga que hice para llegar a un lugar en Londres. Escuche que ese fin de semana estaba el carnaval de Notting Hill, que aunque yo no sabia que existiera, pero alla es muy famoso. Asi que decidi ir.. y esta vez me tomo cerca de 3 horas llegar. Gran parte del camino fue un poco mas fácil, porque ya habia pasado por ahi para ir a los museos. Al final, llegue al carnaval, y como era de esperarse (pero por alguna extraña razon yo no lo habia pensado) estaba llenisimo de gente!!&lt;br /&gt;De todos modos fue muy padre ver el desfile, la musica y el ambiente que habia. Lo malo es que empezó a llover ligeramente despues de unas cuantas horas que estuve ahi, y decidi irme por aquello que llevaba conmigo mi ipod y mi camara (que fueron mis fieles acompañantes durante todo mi viaje).&lt;br /&gt;Me encanto esta ciudad.. caminar a lo largo del rio Thames viendo a toda la gente, los puentes.&lt;br /&gt;Lo unico malo que podria decir es que los primeros 2 dias que estuve aqui estuve enfermo de gripa (que gracias a Dios se me quito rapido) pero aun asi alcance a sentirme muy mal los primeros dias, aparte del frio de la chingada que hacia!&lt;br /&gt;Eso, y que debido a que todo se maneja en libras esterlinas, TODO  es absurdamente caro. Fuera de esto, sin quejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paris&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ultima vez que iba a estar en Europa como tal, antes de ir a Tenerife. Esta vez me puse de acuerdo con Karina para vernos. La ultima vez que la habia visto fue cuando ella se fue a vivir a Paris algo asi como en 3 o 4 trimestre de la carrera.&lt;br /&gt;En fin, me quede de ver con ella fuera del Moulin Rouge en la mañana, de aqui que llego, tuve tiempo para comerme una crepa callejera! Algo asi como ir a un puesto de tacos en México, asi que supongo es un poco más lo "original" frances, y fue muy bueno y diferente.. la crepa era algo gruesa, y no te la dan en un plato, sino en una servilleta y doblada como en forma de triangulo para que no se le salga el relleno.&lt;br /&gt;Una vez que llego Karina, nos fuimos a un pequeño bar para tomarnos una cerveza y platicar un rato. No fue mucho tiempo que estuvimos ahi, solo fue una cerveza y punto. De ahi nos dirigimos a su casa, donde me invitó a comer y su mamá habia preparado algo de comida mexicana (dentro de las restricciones de los ingredientes), aún asi, fue muy rico comer algo asi despues de tanto tiempo (jajaja, ni que fuera taaaanto, pero yo ya lo sentia asi)&lt;br /&gt;Despues de comer, platicar un rato con la familia y ver un poco de televisión, me acompaño a la estación del metro que tenía que tomar para ir a casa de Pauline, donde una vez más me quedaría a dormir y donde estaban el resto de mis cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como mencionaba al principio de este relato, fue hasta ahora que tuve un poco de más tiempo para convivir con Gaëtan, Sandra y su novio.&lt;br /&gt;Se portaron muy muy bien conmigo. Salimos a comer y cenar un par de veces, y no me dejaron pagar lo mio. Tambien estuvimos juntandonos en casa del novio de Sandra para ver peliculas un par de dias en la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Otro de las noches fuimos junto con otros amigos de ellos a un parque donde algunas personas se juntan a beber. Y por alguna extraña razón de pronto llegó algo asi como la policia nacional (según entendi) en carros privados, se bajaron donde estabamos y nos empezaron a checar identificaciones, hacer preguntas y revisarnos para que no tuvieramos nada ilegal. Senti algo raro que me revisaran asi en Francia dado que no traiamos nada, ni estabamos tomando ni nada.. y más aun porque yo no tenia idea de lo que estaba sucediendo. A fin de cuentas no paso nada, la policia nos dejo en paz y se fue. Segun me explicaron, hay tambien mucha gente que va en la noche a ese parque por la noche a drogarse, y es por eso que anda la policia asi en carros privados revisando gente al azar.&lt;br /&gt;El último dia me llevaron al cementerio principal de Paris, a hacer una de esas cosas de turistas que son casi como de ley: ver la tumba de Jim Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;Esta es otra de las cosas que uno esperaria que fueran grandes, ostentosas y muy vistosas.. pero no. Es solo una tumba, pequeña, escondida atras de otras mas grandes y rota. Uno sabes que es la tumba indicada por 2 cosas:&lt;br /&gt;1. El mapa que ten dan en la entrada del cementerio (que con todo y mapa es toda una odisea llegar hasta el lugar indicado)&lt;br /&gt;2. La cantidad tan absurda de dibujos de Jim, letras de canciones, cartas y demas chacharas que los verdaderos fans le dejan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fin mi dia de partida llegó. Pauline y Sandra me dieron ride al aeropuerto.. llegamos algo temprano, asi que tuvimos oportunidad de desayunar algo en un cafe. A punto de entrar a la sala de abordaje, me despedi de ambas. Sandra me regalo una pequeña vaquita como recuerdo, que inmediatamente colgué junto a mi muñequito vudú de mi mochila.&lt;br /&gt;Fue algo triste decir adios.. como siempre. Odio decir adios. Odio las despedidas. Odio que siempre todo tenga que llegar a un fin.&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala que a alguien le haya gustado leer todo esto (probalemente el post mas grande que he hecho y que vaya a hacer jamas), que es lo que vivi. Estoy seguro que hay cosas que estoy olvidando poner y que solo quedaran en mi memoria eventualmente.. De todas maneras es más por no olvidar por completo todo lo que pasé en este viaje que nunca pense que pudiera hacer asi como lo hice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-116268359868937452?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/116268359868937452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=116268359868937452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116268359868937452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116268359868937452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/11/mi-viaje.html' title='Mi Viaje'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-116121036920331226</id><published>2006-10-18T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:26:09.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My back doors..</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm still not totally comfortable with my situation here.. and I don't think it'll get any better. It's not TOTALLY bad, but there are more than a couple things I still feel I miss/I need.. in some sort of way, it's not like I'll die if I don't get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've found a couple "exit doors" from my living situation. The thing is that not all of them are that ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exercise: Good for me.. Though it was kind of expensive to pay the capoeira classes and the gym, it's a good invested money I think. The problem is that I'm not being too constant on this, and it's not because of me, but my working times.. and a couple times just lazyness or too hurt for the exercise of the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Weed: I don't smoke.. at least not as a vice. The thing is that 2 of my 3 roomies do smoke.. A LOT. So eventually I joined them with one joint.. and then another.. and now it's almost something of everyday *Thinking: Oh God, please keep away my parents from this blog*&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel I'm stuck with it.. I don't really like THAT much. I don't think I'll become a junkie.. I pray I don't become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Movies: I like this one! We've been renting movies everyday since almost 2 weeks ago.. and some thing of 2 movies a day. It's interesting, the problem is that is kinda expensive with some time, and it gets harder to choose what to see.. also taking on count that we stay away until real late seeing the movies (something like 3 or 4 am), and the next day we gotta work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Internet: It's also kinda expensive with time.. and there's not all the time something to do.. if I got e-mails, well.. I read them, if there's something to answer I do.. but well, if I had my own PC I'd be online everyday as I used to.. now I'm behaving (on behalf of my economic situation and the tireness of my feet) and I come only 1hr every 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing here is that I keep in touch with friends and family. And I'm also looking for some job oportunities (if I can get anything this way)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how much things change in so short time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same".. I like that quote, and I feel it kinda suits me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-116121036920331226?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/116121036920331226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=116121036920331226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116121036920331226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116121036920331226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-back-doors.html' title='My back doors..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-116043148511801615</id><published>2006-10-09T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:04:45.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trainee's Life</title><content type='html'>I know, I know!... long time no writting here.. but it ain't as easy as it used to be back home, sitting in my room, with my music.. a nice enviroment and all that makes you feel in the writing mood. I think most of it that's why I haven't written any more.. I don't have the correct enviroment for the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. a trainee's life.. that's our phrase in here everytime we have some hard times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought it'd be a good moment to write about this.. I have a new haircut.. and it's horrible!! Why? well.. it's well known we work and we don't get paid, so we have to save money in everything we can.. that makes us do stupid things like having your roomies cut your hair when they don't even know how to use (install the parts) of that machine to cut the hair.. or they don't have any training on it whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have a funny (and really short) haircut ¬_¬... let's hope (and pray!!) it grows fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.. what else? well.. it's used for many  many things.. I just can't think of them right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest for me (besides de hair cut) was that I had to sleep in the floor between 2 of my roomies, because the guy from Argentina took a girl into the "cave" (it's more a cave than a room) and his bed is next to mine.. so we gotta "help ourselves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what else I could say.. I'm writting this so my blog can keep "alive".. I think most of what there's to say I've written it on the last e-mail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying real hard to get internet connection where I'm living.. but it seems harder and harder everytime I try to make it..&lt;br /&gt;Things like I gotta ask permission to the hotel to install the line into our room (since we live into the hotel).. and it'd cost 160€.. and then around 55€ a month..&lt;br /&gt;Right now it wouldn't be that bad.. but in the next month all my roomies start going back home.. so that cost will have to be covered completely by me.. (ouchies!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. life will happen, one way or another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone (if there's even people checking this blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-116043148511801615?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/116043148511801615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=116043148511801615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116043148511801615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/116043148511801615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/10/trainees-life.html' title='A Trainee&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-115659945460884260</id><published>2006-08-26T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T08:37:34.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What does your name mean?"</title><content type='html'>Hehe, silly.. but I like the 'O' =)&lt;br /&gt;Silly posts so just my blog won't die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : You like people.&lt;br /&gt;L : Everyone loves you&lt;br /&gt;A: You like to drink&lt;br /&gt;N : people adore you&lt;br /&gt;C : You're wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;O: you are one of the best in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;B : You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C : You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;E : Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;F : you are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;G : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H : You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I : You have a fine ass.&lt;br /&gt;J : You live life for fun.&lt;br /&gt;K : You are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L : Everyone loves you&lt;br /&gt;M : one to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;N : people adore you.&lt;br /&gt;O: you are one of the best in bed&lt;br /&gt;P : You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q : You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R : Fuckin crazy&lt;br /&gt;S : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T : You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U : You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V : You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W : You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X : You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y : one of the best damn bf/gf ne one could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z : Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delete the other person's name and repost this with the title "what does your name mean?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-115659945460884260?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/115659945460884260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=115659945460884260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115659945460884260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115659945460884260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-does-your-name-mean.html' title='&quot;What does your name mean?&quot;'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-115515613885509689</id><published>2006-08-09T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:42:18.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~ You've got a friend ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you're down and troubled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you need a helping hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nothing, whoa, nothing is going right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes and think of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and soon I will be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to brighten up even your darkest nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just call out my name, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you know where ever I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll come running to see you again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter, spring, summer, or fall, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all you have to do is call and I'll be there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, yeah,you've got a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that old north wind should begin to blow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep your head together and call my name out loud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon I will be knocking upon your door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People can be so cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll hurt you and desert you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, they'll take your soul if you let them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yeah, but don't you let them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I'll be there, yeah, yeah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've got a friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't it good to know you've got a friend"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-115515613885509689?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/115515613885509689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=115515613885509689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115515613885509689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115515613885509689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/08/youve-got-friend.html' title='~ You&apos;ve got a friend ~'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-115340975954867671</id><published>2006-07-20T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:35:59.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is life..</title><content type='html'>.. in the tropics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, life moved on.. now I'm living totally different situations, experiences of all kinds, etc. and it's good!&lt;br /&gt;Still there's a lot to be missed: friends, food, the city, the customs.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting mostly because I don't want my blog to die.. but most of the important info I e-mail it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm.. so.. blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-mails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-115340975954867671?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/115340975954867671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=115340975954867671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115340975954867671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115340975954867671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/07/such-is-life.html' title='Such is life..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-115161615532557175</id><published>2006-06-29T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:22:42.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's running away (3)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;6 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Tianguis del Sol. The original plan was to buy some cd's of mexican music, and I did.. sadly (kinda) I happened to stop in a clothes shop, and couldn't resist buying some shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I also went to the bank to get a second card (from my same account), in case something happens to one, I'll have the other.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon went with my aunt Marilu and some cousins to get dessert (not meal, just desserts).&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the bar where I'm willing to make the "party" this Friday to ask if they'll open (because there'll be 'Ley Seca' for the elections on Sunday). They said they'll open, and Susana (the waitress) also told me that she'd reserve some tables for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent all morning talking to Pauline.. and that's all I've done so far. It was nice.. at some point we started drinking and listening to good 'ol banda! (ahh.. I won't have no one to sing that in Europe..) In the meanwhile of this Hector got online and almost made me cry ¬_¬ as I was drinking and in the "pre-nostalgic mood" (pathetic I haven't left and I'm already having those)&lt;br /&gt;Then my bro left (leaving first of course the keys of his car/formerly my car and the parts of the water pipe).. my parents took him to the airport, and I was to wait here for the guy that would repair the modem. And well.. eventually he came.. took him like 2 min (walked in, took the old modem and left a new one and left.. )&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me the traveler checks I'll take to my trip.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I went to pay the Sears account of my dad and to change the batteries of my watch (very important thing).&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, made some arrangements for the party on Saturday and went out to a bar with Tomas. After a while I left him to go to another bar with Celina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy the alcohol for Saturday with Tomas.. we shall get drunk! We bought: brandy, vodka, rum, whisky, wine, beers and like 9 different liquors (so I can prepare some cocktails).&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile.. I broke the water pipe my bro lent me in the most stupid possible way.. I picked it up from the floor holding the upper part (metal).. but the vase was loose.. so it fell down, and broke.. ¬_¬ nice.. I was hoping to use it before that happened..&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to eat to the restaurant. Real nice. After that, I went to the bar that I made the reservation (kinda).&lt;br /&gt;I got really happy! For being honest, I expected around 10 people.. so I just asked for 3 tables. People started to arrive.. and arrive.. more and more ppl.. we ended up with 8 tables togheter, with ppl standing and some others sitting away from the table!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Nice indeed to see all that ppl that went even when it'd end up at 12 am because of the stupid elections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modem in my house ain't working.. so again I'm without internet service.. unless it get's fixed on Monday, this will be my last post before going to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll go to the country house of a friend from the restaurant.. that means I'll start drinking around 3 pm.. and then around 7:30 pm I'll go with the fellowship to the last drinking party..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;time's pretty much over.. better things shall come, as much as some good times will stay back..&lt;br /&gt;(I better stop now before this gets pathetic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-115161615532557175?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/115161615532557175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=115161615532557175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115161615532557175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115161615532557175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/06/times-running-away-3.html' title='Time&apos;s running away (3)..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-115147202640658483</id><published>2006-06-27T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:20:26.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's running away (2)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;11 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... don't remember what I did this day.. I didn't write it down 'cuz for some unknown reason the internet stopped working.. so, I lost any chance to do anything online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor picked me up to go to his house to see the match between Mexico and Argentina. It was a really good game, though Mexico lost.&lt;br /&gt;But before that we went to the "Tianguis Cultural".. I wanted to buy some things.. I did buy some I wanted.. bought some I didn't plan.. and couldn't find some I was looking for.. still nice.&lt;br /&gt;I started making reservations on the hostels I'll stay in.. though I just could make the reservations in 3, 'cuz the credit card was blocked. Seems like the movements me and my bro did that day reached the maximum admited in one day. I had to leave it for another day.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Erik's department to have some drinks. It was fun, Tomas, Joey and Quique eventually arrived. Good times.. and Vodka is accepted in my body again.. I didn't feel like puking after drinking it (of course, now it wasn't straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up kinda early, my dad, my bro and me went to have breakfast with my grandma (dad's side) and my cousin Ani.&lt;br /&gt;We came back because there was gonna be a meal in my house with all of my family from my mom's side. A lot of people came, including Victor and his parents. It was a great time talking to my cousins, uncles, aunts..&lt;br /&gt;At night.. somehow.. my dad got interested in seeing me play Metal Gear Solid 3.. I think it was because of the story, I was just starting with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the adapter for the european electricity plug-in's.. hope it works and won't screw up my ipod nor my cammera..&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I went with my bro and his g/f to some stores.. (clothes, presents, minerals.. ) many things.. more preparations for our trips&lt;br /&gt;Umh.. I know I did more.. I just don't remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I had breakfast with my uncle William (my dad's bro), my 3 cousins here: Ani, Ma. Ines and Andrea (Ale is in Australia) and my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Then came home, had meal with my mom and waited for the guy that was gonna repair the internet service.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon Victor and Melina picked me up, we went to buy some ingredients.. in the meanwhile Victor lost his wallet and recovered it without money.. then, we went to his house. I cooked dinner for him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like they really liked so.. so good point for me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-115147202640658483?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/115147202640658483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=115147202640658483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115147202640658483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115147202640658483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/06/times-running-away-2.html' title='Time&apos;s running away (2)..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-115094348918813565</id><published>2006-06-21T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:01:46.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's running away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;14 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my dad to buy my backpack for my trip. Also the working gloves I'll need for the workcamp in France.&lt;br /&gt;Once more, we went to the Sirloin to eat as much as we could. Almost last time we all would be there: Joey, Hector Luis, Erik, Victor and me (Tomas couldn't make it from Morelia because of his work).&lt;br /&gt;Before everyone arrived, I had the chance to enjoy the great rainy weather while listening to "Fake Plastic Trees" from Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;Erik gave Victor the key of his department. Since he's leaving to L.A., we'll have a drinking night at his place, my last weekend here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico vs Portugal at 8:30am.. I didn't put any alarm nor anything.. still, I woke up just in time to see the match since the beggining. They lost ¬_¬.. luckily, they still made it to the next round. Next match will be on Saturday against Argentina..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the match.. or maybe not.. but I forgot to pick up my passport in the Spanish consulate already with my visa.. hehe. I'll get it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went to the restaurant to say "bye" to all the people there.. but it wasn't the last time I see them, because they want me to go eat next week there (and for being honest I want it to) and there must be a farewell drinking night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;12 Days:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my visa today.. FINALLY! after so many problems to get it, I have it already!&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning making reservations and bookings for my stay in Europe. Paying some other things..&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing.. my bro is also leaving. Though he's only going for the summer to Denmark.. but, he's leaving even before me.. o.O!? ..weird.. He leaves on july 30.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Lolita took me to visit my grandpa's crypt.. I cried.. still miss him. Then, we went for a yummy Blizzard at Dairy Queen.. (mmhh.. butterfinger!.. *ñam ñam*)&lt;br /&gt;Also sent the invitation for my farewell 'meeting'. It's gonna be in a bar.. let's hope I can see there a lot of ppl. I'm inviting friends and old friends (people I haven't seen in quite some time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-115094348918813565?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/115094348918813565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=115094348918813565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115094348918813565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115094348918813565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/06/times-running-away.html' title='Time&apos;s running away..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-115066979628409325</id><published>2006-06-18T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:30:00.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Well, finally I got totally approved for the Spanish Visa.. I'll get it this wednesday. Still I have no news about the workcamps I'll be taking, but the lady in charge says we're "still in time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately I've thinking a lot on all the things I wanna do before I leave.. and well, time's catching up!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling it more than ever. So many things to do.. and only 2 weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Time surely flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last couple weeks have  been different and nice. I'm not using my car anymore.. I just walk everywhere I need to go, and damn I have actually walked a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to a bar with Victor. It was raining a lot, it was a really strong storm we had.. but of course, I went walking ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I love to do that, and I loved it. It was really nice to feel the rain while walking listening to my ipod (I got an ipod!! hooray!), I arrived a bit late to the bar, because it was all dark on the way there.. many blocks ran out of light becasuse of the storm, many trees fell and well.. messy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;No need to say I arrived totally wet, and with the wind blowing it was a bit cold.. luckily, I love that, and with the beers, the talk and all that, it was totally fun and worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went after that to pick up Erik to Diana's house, and well.. nice gathering (aka "fest") we had. Like the old classic fests we used to have.. we went a bit back to the roots of the fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I'll miss all this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-115066979628409325?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/115066979628409325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=115066979628409325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115066979628409325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/115066979628409325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/06/times-catching-up.html' title='Time&apos;s Catching Up'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114995366861495019</id><published>2006-06-10T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:34:30.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Beloved~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's colder than before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The seasons took all they had come for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now winter dances here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems so fitting don't you think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To dress the ground in white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; And grey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so quiet I can hear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts touching every second that I spent &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Circumstances afford me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No second chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tell you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much I've missed you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My beloved do you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the warm wind comes again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another year will start to pass &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't ask me why I'm here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something deeper brought me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That a need to remember &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were once young and blessed with wings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No heights could keeps us from their reach &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sacred place we did not soar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still greater things burned within us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't regret the choices that I've made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you feel the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My beloved do you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times I stared at clouds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking that I saw you there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are feelings that do not pass so easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I can't forget what we claimed as ours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moments lost though time remains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of what we were &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pain remains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternity awaits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grant me wings that I might fly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My restless soul is longing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pain remains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternity awaits"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114995366861495019?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114995366861495019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114995366861495019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114995366861495019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114995366861495019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/06/beloved.html' title='~Beloved~'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114978070685456073</id><published>2006-06-08T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:31:46.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you even seen the rain</title><content type='html'>Finally! the rainy season came, and I'm really really happy about it. The weather is so nice all cloudy and windy.. I LOVE IT ^_^!&lt;br /&gt;It can keep me on a good mood, smiling and happy when it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I worked at "Hooters" (no, I didn't have to wear those tiny orange shorts). There was a bikini contest, so all the girls were gonna be there and they needed people to cover their places.&lt;br /&gt;I worked in the bar. Gotta say it was fun, it was real hard work, but that's the way I like it. It was hard not only because the place was totally full, but also because I'd never worked there, so I didn't know the placing of some of the things I needed.. sometimes someone would come asking for someone, and obviously I didn't know the name of anyone there.. stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;But after all it was nice. Good memories from when I worked at the Farallon came back.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just so you get an idea on how much work there was.. I didn't even see the girls in bikini (not even when they were like 1 meter away from the bar on a catwalk..) ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing: a friend from school (Unico) was there working as "security".. they got him drinking some beer like 1 hour after he arrived, so they took him out of there. (ok ok.. maybe it's no funny for you.. but it is for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I got out of there around 2:30 am.. and something caught my attention for a while.. there were quite some clouds and the moon.. they were red!&lt;br /&gt;Sounds weird, I know, but they seemed cool for me. If it had been on Tuesday I could have thought "holy fuck!! it really is the end of the world!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was yesterday, on 7th. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114978070685456073?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114978070685456073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114978070685456073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114978070685456073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114978070685456073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-you-even-seen-rain.html' title='Have you even seen the rain'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114917337459286530</id><published>2006-06-01T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:22:49.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One day trip!</title><content type='html'>I shall be thankful forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit that yesterday I felt a bit bad for what Lolita did for me (bad in a guilty/nice way). It was her birthday.. what did she do? She invited me to go with her to Mexico DF to meet "the cousin". A lady of her family that owns a mexican restaurant in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided we'd travel by plain (in the new airlines it's way cheaper than taking a bus O.O! ) Our flight was leaving at 8am, so we were supposed to be there by 7.. I hate waking up early ¬_¬ .. but well, it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;The plain was nice, all new and everything.. for the price, we expected something awful.. like having to move the wings of the plain as in an old viking ship.. but it wasn't so =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, we arrived to Toluca, took a bus to the DF. We arrived at the "Hotel Royal".. where there was supposed to be someone waiting to pick us up.. no one was there. We waited for a while until Lolita decided to call her cousin.. they were in another hotel.. they were in the "Hotel Royal" we were supposed to be! The bus we took is a special transport between Toluca airport and several places in the DF, and they told us wrong where they were goona leave us.. they gave us the adress of the one the cousin was in, and left us in the other hotel.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, they came for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "reason" for this trip was to give some Reiki therapies to Lolita's relatives. So we did. We just had time for 3 therapies, have meal, talk a bit and go back to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as for the main reason of the trip.. I'd say it was a success ^_^!&lt;br /&gt;I met the "cousin" with the mexican restaurant in Paris. She's a really really nice lady too! =D&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, seems like she liked me ^_^ so now I have an open invitation to stay in her place when I go to Paris, and maybe go to work with her some time in the future (maybe with something just like what'll I'll be doing in Spain, dunno exactly.. )&lt;br /&gt;So at least for now, I promised her I'll pay a visit to say 'hi' at her restaurant when I arrive to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night.. we came back, flight left at 10pm. For some reason, I had never traveled by plain by night. It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;All the city lights look so beautiful! Only thing was that there was a storm, so we had a lot of turbulence.. but that had it's special charm too.. lightnings were also beautiful from the plane ^_^!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114917337459286530?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114917337459286530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114917337459286530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114917337459286530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114917337459286530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-day-trip_01.html' title='One day trip!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114893944594779757</id><published>2006-05-29T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:50:46.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Well.. I've got only a month left in here. I shall meet life on July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited because of this trip. Still there are a lot of things I have to get done before I go.  A lot of people to see and say goodbye. Places to go.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit I'm also kinda sad.. I'll leave a month before Hector comes back, so I won't see him.. no re-encounter of the Fellowship of the Fest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard that probably I won't see my friends again for a while, even if I come back here, because they're also getting plans to leave soon.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't worry about things that have not yet happened.. but well.. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I know there's not much to do about it, after all, that's the way life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Ya esta en el aire, girando mi moneda.. y que sea lo que sea.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114893944594779757?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114893944594779757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114893944594779757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114893944594779757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114893944594779757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114801523503120971</id><published>2006-05-18T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:07:15.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much..</title><content type='html'>..to tell. It's been almost a month, and I know I haven't posted as I said I would.. but there have been so many things (and yet so few) going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I found kinda weird today, that I got visits in my blog from: Mexico, US, Uruguay, France, Chile, UK, India, Spain, Sweden, Colombia, Venezuela, Kuwait and Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what's going on. I got a scholarship to Spain!! I'll be studying there in the CIETC (Centro Internacional de Estudios Turisticos de Canarias), which means, besides of studying in Spain, I'll be living in Tenerife, a turistic spanish island!&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time, I've been getting this done, because I also wanna go to a couple workcamps in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need a student visa to go Spain. No prob. I went to the consulate, asked for the requirements: A letter from the school, some medical exams, certificates from school.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Seems easy. Even the school in spain sent me some kind of a contract which I signed and returned, sent me the papers the consulate asked for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid problem came when in the consulate, they saw that in the school paper says I'll be practicing in an hotel there.. and they'll provide me food and hostage.. BIG DEAL! That's not a student visa, then!! Why? Because I'll be "working" (which is not far from reality) and getting food and a room in exchange, so that applies as a working visa, not a student visa..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that's what they say here, but this school says they've received a lot of people before, and they've gone with a student visa. So, the consulate here, sent back to Madrid the papers the school sent me, so they can check them there and decide what kind of visa it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a week since that happened, and there's no response yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I know when I'll get my visa (physically in my hands) I can't plan anything.. I gotta have it before going to the workcamps in France and before doing my "road trip" over Europe (hehe, I also wanna do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is most of it what has been going on. Besides that.. I guess just the usual.. parties, going out with friends.. "loosing my job".. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll explain how that happened.. I was working during the weekends promoting Nestle for that agency I was working with. One week, my dad told me we were going to San Luis Potosi for a weekend, so I should ask for someone to replace me that time (big mistake.. never trust your parents, kids!)&lt;br /&gt;At the end, we didn't go to San Luis.. two days before the trip, my dad told me it was cancelled. In the agency, they had already the guy to replace me.. and since then, they'ven't called me back.. (I kinda thought that'd happen.. I was told that's what happens when you say 'no' to something even once)&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm spending money.. and not earning any when I should be doing so for my coming trip.. bad times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114801523503120971?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114801523503120971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114801523503120971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114801523503120971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114801523503120971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-much.html' title='So much..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114676985609095485</id><published>2006-05-04T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T10:23:59.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Sea~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ya&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;estoy en la mitad de esta carretera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tantas encrucijadas quedan detrás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya está en el aire girando mi moneda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que sea lo que sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos los altibajos de la marea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;todos los sarampiones que ya pasé...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo llevo tu sonrisa como bandera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que sea lo que sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo que tenga que ser, que sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y lo que no por algo será &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No creo en la eternidad de las peleas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni en las recetas de la felicidad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando pasen recibo mis primaveras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y la suerte este echada a descansar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yo miraré tu foto en mi billetera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que sea lo que sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y el que quiera creer que crea &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y el que no, su razón tendrá &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo suelto mi canción en la ventolera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que la escuche quien la quiera escuchar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya esta en el aire girando mi moneda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que sea lo que sea"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114676985609095485?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114676985609095485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114676985609095485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114676985609095485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114676985609095485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/05/sea.html' title='~Sea~'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114584029593248313</id><published>2006-04-23T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:14:04.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gun..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to play again with the pellet guns (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;It was real fun to go on a construction again in the middle of the night.. with guns.. and shoot ourselves! Dunno how can it be so fun to just hurt ourselves like that, but it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the night with some video games at Victor's house. We played Time Splitters (never played that before, but it was real fun) and it just got us in the mood of 'shooting'.&lt;br /&gt;Victor knew already the place where we'd play, he saw it during the day, so that made things faster, we didn't have to go on looking for a suitable house.&lt;br /&gt;Actually there were 2 houses, one next to the other.. the first house had a lot of dirt, stones and garbage all over, so we went to the 2nd house, which was bigger and was closer to get finished (that also means safer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.. we could only play once.. my gun stoped working (it wasn't shooting pellets anymore).. it somehow got screwed up =(&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't fix it.. so we went back home for a replacement (and dinner).. I took Hector's gun after some real good 'lonches' from Zamora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the action, we didn't get to play that long neither the 2nd time. Seems like we made a mistake shooting at some metal thingy testing our guns.. at some point a neighbor (the ONLY neighbor of these houses) came close asking who was there..&lt;br /&gt;I was upstairs and got a panoramic view of what was happening: Victor and Alfa arguing with this guy. Both sides got mad.. started 'fighting'.. bad times..&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave under a menace from calling the cops from this guy and a fake call from Victor (also to the cops) saying this guy was acting in an aggresive way for no reason. And actually there was no reason at all for him to get as mad as he did.. after all this construction was far enough from his house.. and besides shooting this metal thingy, we were not making noise at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well.. today I opened my gun to try to fix it.. taking a look on the mechanisms and all that.. but in the most stupid movement.. I charged it (so there'd be more space to see) and then pulled the trigger by accident!&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. my gun broke down.. now it's repairmentless.. =*( .. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. guess I'll just have to go back to the same place we bought them and get another.&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is that when we got them, we had to do it "secretly".. they're illegal..&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, hope I can get one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD. I still wonder why the fuck my face seems to be an appealing shooting point for ppl!!! (JAJAJAJAJAJA, which makes me remember hector almost leaving me blind twice =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114584029593248313?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114584029593248313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114584029593248313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114584029593248313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114584029593248313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-gun.html' title='My Gun..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114542305764726818</id><published>2006-04-18T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:12:22.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure of that.. this week was the "Semana Santa" (religious holiday.. a whole week!) but I didn't really felt it like that since I'm no longer a student. Still I had great times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday I went to a meeting at Marco's house (friend from restaurant). It was great 'cuz there was a lot of people I hadn't seen in some time, people it was nice to see again. And of course, alcohol couldn't miss there.. so.. we had like 5 lt of alcohol for 5 ppl.. (there was more ppl, but they had their drinks). It had been a while since I got drunk (I mean, real drunk) to the point that I don't know what time I left the party or even got home. Anyway.. what I do remember of the party, was totally good times!&lt;br /&gt;Also they told me there was gonna be a meal for the employess in the restaurant on saturday, so they invited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to Victor's house! Yay! We had planned a party this week for like 2 months or so. It wasn't even near what we thought.. but it was nice. Still.. way too different:&lt;br /&gt;1. The fellowship didn't reunite (Tomas couldn't come to Gdl, Alfa went back to Obregon and I dunno what happened to Hector Luis, without say Hector is in Canada)&lt;br /&gt;2. My ex was there with her b/f (not a big deal, besides what she did to me I don't have any regrets nor hold a grudge)&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't get as drunk as I thought I'd get (I don't think anyone got really drunk.. we didn't get in the mood because of the way things went on)&lt;br /&gt;4. No absynthe (dunno if it's written like this.. anyway, there wasn't any of this so named drink)&lt;br /&gt;5. I went to bed "early" (5am) because I had to work in the morning next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.. friday I got up around 8:30 to go to work.. I had to cross the whole city and be there at 10am.. I took a bath, got dressed and left. Everyone was still sleeping. This was kinda bad, because Oliver is now back to DF and I couldn't say bye. I had to work also on Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. work was boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring! What did I do? Play table soccer ("futbolito") for 6 hours.. Hehe, good thing is that I'll get paid for that.. but well, still it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that I didn't go out on friday.. just went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was great too. After work I went to the restaurant for the "carne asada". I love those mexican gatherings. So.. I saw even more people I hadn't seen in a while =D&lt;br /&gt;I would just turn my head any direction, and I'd see people to talk with. There was also tons of food and alcohol! and everything for free!! hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is most of what has happened.. I wanted to make a post about September '04!! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;That was a great month!.. I read the post of those dates.. so many memories came back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I wanted to post about a chat I had to my &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=13652903&amp;amp;Mytoken=5F85EA7D-0889-4214-B8C1017BCAE889F2501977625"&gt;cousin&lt;/a&gt; about men and women.. argh.. those "never ending discussions".. but well, I'll wait to talk about it again to see if a post is needed for more ppl to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114542305764726818?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114542305764726818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114542305764726818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114542305764726818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114542305764726818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays?'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114468164508417966</id><published>2006-04-10T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:07:27.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life smiles at me?</title><content type='html'>Not really.. I'd say something like "life grins at me" is more accurate. This last days have had a bunch of sucky events.. result: I feel like doing nothing (unmotivated), maybe depressed.. dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happened? Started on Friday.. I was supposed to meet my daughter Denisse to go get a drink. She was going out for missions that night too, so it had to be before 11. I was getting ready when one of the neighbors called at my door.. someone broke the window of my car.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing I could think someone could have taken: the stereo. And I was right. I don't know how they made it for shattering the window all over inside the car. There were glass pieces in the front, in the back, carpets.. everywhere.. eventually I cutted myself while moving it into the garage.&lt;br /&gt;I was real angry.. didn't feel like going out. But well.. it was an appointment.. when my father arrived home, told him what happened and asked him for his car.&lt;br /&gt;It was really great, though. Nice talk that made me forget for a couple hours about my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for her to leave.. I joined her for the departure, where they did a little meeting before going. A little motivation speech from the organizer.. and an uncomfortable and unnecesary favor that he asked.. he asked them all to be a real group because 2 years ago one group left from their town and "screwed up" everyone else's work in other towns.. asshole!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people's like that, because of course, when he saw me he said hi with a big smile and all that.. hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. It's just consecuences from leaving that time.. but at least it was totally worth it. Best trip ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I called the insurance, and they gave me the adress of a place where I could take my car to get the window installed. I got there, but first of all, they had a lot of work.. and second, they didn't have the correct window for my car. So I'd have to go on Sunday to the central.&lt;br /&gt;At night Joey picked me up to go out. Once more it was really great! it was almost the same thing.. I didn't feel like going.. didn't feel like doing anything, but I thought it'd be good to. And it was. We went with Joey, Victor, Melina and 3 friends of her to the Shisha bar. It was amusing.. smoking those pipes and drinking, talking.. nice!&lt;br /&gt;Now once more I'm asking my bro to ask her friends from Denmark to get me a water pipe! Last time someone came from there couldn't bring one because of the space in the luggage.. but I'll just cross my fingers for the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.. Sunday.. I took my car to the central.. made all the paper work that needed to be done because of the insurance. I was feeling relieved.. but of course, it couldn't be that easy..&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't install my window, because the person that broke the window screwed up the mechanical system, so the elevator wouldn't go down.. meaning they couldn't install the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on Monday, I need to take my car to get the stupid elevator repaired for later taking it to get the window installed.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that now everything goes as it should..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114468164508417966?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114468164508417966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114468164508417966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114468164508417966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114468164508417966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-smiles-at-me.html' title='Life smiles at me?'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114402039168605760</id><published>2006-04-02T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:26:31.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To add in last post..</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah.. day light saving program.. argh! I hate this part.. everything gets to be made one hour ealier (like waking up!!).. I really really hate it, compared to how much I love the other part, where you get to wake up an hour later ^_^ (yippey!)...... but well, will have to wait for that 6 damn month.. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after the course I went to the movies with my parents to see "Ice Age 2". Really guys, go see that movie! It's not something that will change your lives.. or give you important knowledge nor anything.. but you'll have a nice laughing time! Funny, funny, funny..&lt;br /&gt;Lately in this kind of movies also help that the translations in spanish are "personalized" to our mexican culture jokes and pranks.. that's great! And I don't think there's a big difference from the english spoken one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for today, the course is over. It was really great.. without say a couple funny things happened. Beggining with me being the traslator!&lt;br /&gt;Yup, the lady from Canada doesn't speak spanish.. so the last couple days my dad translated her.. but not today, it was me. I gotta say it was much easier than I expected, and I liked it. Also the people taking the course thanked me and told me that I did a great job (hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a funny thing.. one of the ladies going to the course told me that I was really good looking.. and that she had seen me before, and when she saw me (it was in a meal in an hotel like 3 weeks ago) she got back home and told her 21 year old daughter that she had found herself a son in law. So she told me I should go out with her daughter.. that we should meet and blah blah..  o.O!! Hehehe.. well, I could do nothing more than just smile, thank her for the compliment (or menace, dunno yet) and.. keep on talking trying to keep the conversation away from the subject "me". (Is it weird enough to say that after the course she told my mom what she told me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give names to the lady giving the course.. her name is Loretta (don't know if I had written it before.. but just in case). And her friend is Agnes.. a real hungarian hottie!! and also an amazing girl, she speaks 5 languages, and I can't know how she does.. but if she speaks those as she speaks spanish.. then she has my respects!! She speaks amazingly well. *sigh*.. only if she wasn't 31... =P&lt;br /&gt;(Hehehe, just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well.. Loretta and Agnes wanted to thank me for the translations I made and for doing some charts for the course, so they invited me for dinner =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling full right now.. but I suggested to go to the "Colibri".. I love that place! I'll just have some coffee while they can actually eat something. And well.. I almost gotta go pick them up.. so, have fun y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114402039168605760?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114402039168605760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114402039168605760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114402039168605760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114402039168605760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-add-in-last-post.html' title='To add in last post..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114398908461868448</id><published>2006-04-02T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T09:44:44.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Knowledge!</title><content type='html'>First.. last weekend. It was great, it did work out the going out at night, it was real fun with Victor, Joey, Melina and Lucia. We started in the Micheladas.. where well, wasn't that fun, but I got my pants wet with beer.&lt;br /&gt;Lucia accidentally droped Victor's michelada on me.. geez! that was cold!! Besides that, I had most of the night my pants wet and cold because of that.. when they finally dried up, they were kinda hard/straight and with a weird yellowish color. Bad times (for me).&lt;br /&gt;Around 11pm we moved to another bar, because Lucia was supposed to meet some friends from high school in the "Manhattan", but they never arrived. We just had a seat and asked for some drinks (only martinies of course, quite soffisticate). And suddenly, funniest thing of the night:  the waiter dropped the drinks on Lucia.. JAJAJA (I love instant karma, hehe) we laughed like hell. But well, actually poor girl.. she was all ashamed for dropping Victor's drink and getting me wet (jijiji).. and not only that, but he cell phone got kinda screwed up.. we deduced it's not really broken, it just needs to get dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the title of this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know about my "relationship" with metaphysical stuff.. and this weekend I was invited to take a course of "Theta Healing" (it's called like that because the brain waves are supposed to get elevated into this state of mind.. theta). Interesting stuff! And I just saved $250 US dlls =P&lt;br /&gt;The course has been given by a lady from Canada, why she invited me? well.. This is the 3rd time she's come to Guadalajara in a month and the first 2 times she stayed here in my house (this time she came along with another girl and they stayed in an hotel room). My mom contacted her by mail and organized the whole thing of the course in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. it's been somehow different to the other stuff I knew before. Now I wonder if I'll ever use it for real.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114398908461868448?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114398908461868448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114398908461868448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114398908461868448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114398908461868448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-knowledge.html' title='A New Knowledge!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114333531655244613</id><published>2006-03-25T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:08:36.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels good to see a friend</title><content type='html'>It's been a nice week, specially the last days of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of going to Alfa's department every thursday only lasted 2 weeks, because he's been busy, and out of town and all that stuff.. but anyhow this thursday we decided to do something, no matter if Alfa couldn't go (and he didn't). We went to La Gran Plaza (Victor, Pancho, Joey and me) and it was nice, it had been a while since the last time I saw those 2. We just spent good times talking, having some coffee at StarBucks.. chilling times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a busy day, but still I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady from Canada is staying at my house again (she was also here like 3 weeks ago) and well, she came to Guadalajara to give some conferences. Anyway, she told me that she'd pay me for input the data of the participants in her lap top, because she couldn't really understand it because it was in spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I went out in the search of a piercing for my eyebrow since I lost a part of mine in my titulation event, and I had been using a plastic one in the "meanwhile" (which lasted 3 weeks, heh, procrastinating..). I went to the surrounding of La Gran Plaza, because I had heard from some friends that there was  a store.. and I wanted to save the trip to down town to get it.&lt;br /&gt;I found nothing. It was around 6:10.. so I had some time before going to work (to the Heineken thing once more) at 7. I was close to the restaurant I used to work.. well, I decided to pay a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it felt good! =)&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends I hadn't seen since I got out of there, they came to say hi with a smile in the face when they saw me. They all seemed to want to talk to me (even the owner of the place sent back to work many of them, because he was there). The manager offered me a couple drinks (just what I needed before going to work) and well.. they kinda made promise I'd go back soon.. so I think I'll be going to eat on tuesday. It was really really nice, feels great to know that you left a good impression like that on the places you've been.&lt;br /&gt;After that, to work. It was harder this time, though.. from 8pm to 2am (but well, I had to be there at 7 to get the places I'd go to and the models).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn!! I didn't expect that! Pancho had invited me to a party.. but well, work is work. I'd go after that.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take back some of my words too.. maybe just a lot of the models are plain stupid and empty headed.. but not all of them (I don't even remember if I said that.. but I'm sure I had a thought about it). But I actually had a great time with the girls from yesterday! They're funny, easygoing and actually nice girls. I hope I could work with them all weeks, It'd be so much easier the idea of going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I finished at 2 am, called Victor.. cell phone turned off.. called Pancho.. he was already sleeping at home.. pft! sucky people!&lt;br /&gt;So, I had no choice but going home and finishing the work Loretta (the lady from Canada) gave me. I finished around 3:30 and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, seems much more promising! We'll meet in the Micheladas at 9pm (Victor, Joey and me) and around 11pm we'll go to the Manhattan, with Melina and some friends of her. After that I'm gonna go sleep to Victor's house (not sure if Joey will go too).&lt;br /&gt;And finally I bought my piercing.. though I ended going down town. At least I know where the stores are in there, and they're cheaper.. I ended getting 2 piercings, hehe. One made of black titanium and another one that is white, just for changing colors now and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling happy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114333531655244613?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114333531655244613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114333531655244613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114333531655244613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114333531655244613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-feels-good-to-see-friend.html' title='It feels good to see a friend'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114299627655790505</id><published>2006-03-21T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:57:56.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick trip</title><content type='html'>Something we really love in Mexico are the "puentes".. what's that? well, it's the way we call to random holidays where no one works. Great thing, really. It's a nice way to rest in the middle of the week (because that's when it has to be to be called a "puente").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, my parents decided to make a short trip to go eat somewhere. We went to the beach!! It was fun, though weird I'd say. It was a 3 hours trip where we had to go through some lonely roads, small towns.. I thought we'd end in the middle of nowhere.. and it was true!&lt;br /&gt;But at the end.. we got to this restaurant (literally in the middle of nowhere) and it was huge!!! I mean it, that was surprisingly unexpected. It was called "&lt;a href="http://www.lashamacasdelmayor.com/"&gt;Las Hamacas Del Mayor&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Now... it has enough space for 900 ppl, and there must have been at least 600 today! The parking lot was full.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that.. life's being going on pretty much the same. Still working for the same agency..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and last week I got sick. Seems like I ate something that made me bad.. I have the hunch that it was some "cebiche" that my mom gave us on monday, because my brother got sick too.. and we got real bad. At least on my part I can say I had fever, cold sweat, headache.. etc. anyway.. real bad.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm fine now, on saturday I was able to go to a bar with Victor, Melina (his g/f) and some friends of her.&lt;br /&gt;On sunday morning, to work.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope to be writing more often now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114299627655790505?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114299627655790505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114299627655790505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114299627655790505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114299627655790505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-trip.html' title='Quick trip'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114227433847439407</id><published>2006-03-13T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:25:38.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>Someone complained about me not posting often enough.. and I know I don't, but there's times when I just don't know what to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can tell you I'm still working with the agency.. the driving people thing turned out to be a really tiring job! I was working around 13 hours a day.. last friday I had to wake up at 4 am because I started working at 4:30..&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm kind of working again for the Heineken thing.. on weekend I had decided not to work and just rest.. spend time with my friends. At the end.. I did work. Everyone was already busy. At least I'm making money =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I don't know what's gonna happen this week. I'm gonna keep on working for the agency, now I just need to see doing what.. it's always different, but I think at least I'll be doing the same Heineken promotion during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. this week I'll make sure to call Migue (a friend from school). We're thinking about going living to Los Cabos and start a bussines there. This is the other job oportunity I've written about, though not explained.&lt;br /&gt;This one is something I hope comes true.. but at the same time I hope not..&lt;br /&gt;It means I'll be working on my own and making good money. Independency. A new life. Also.. leaving my friends behind.. the way I'm used to live.. the places I know.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I wouldn't do it.. but I feel nostalgic just by thinking of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me some luck.. that whatever happens, it's for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink.. it's been 2 weeks without alcohol (not even 1 beer).. *ñam ñam*&lt;br /&gt;Hope this week finally we can have a gathering at Alfa's department now that he's back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114227433847439407?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114227433847439407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114227433847439407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114227433847439407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114227433847439407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/03/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114162971075913236</id><published>2006-03-06T00:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:21:50.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working already..</title><content type='html'>Well, it took me around 3 days to get me a job.. so far, it's been boring, but at least I'm making money. I entered working a models agency.. not as a model, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different activities I'll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend for example my job was to visit several night clubs (4 each night) and coordinate some models promoting the Heineken beer. And by coordinate it just means I gotta make sure that they do their job (not talk by phone, or drink, or dance.. stuff like that). Also I gotta write down how many people were in the club (I don't choose where to go nor the hour to arrive and leave the place), how many beers got sold during the time we were there, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think it's fun to go to night clubs like that in company of good looking girls.. but it's not. You're actually working and you have to stick to a schedule. I missed my weekend :(..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. without say, that I met a ridicoulous amount of stupid shallow people this 3 days!!&lt;br /&gt;But well, I get paid $350 pesos for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. today's work (which will be the same for the rest of the week): I was given a huge suburban and a model wearing black thigths. My job is to go to the airport with the model, make her stand with a sign saying "Welcome Tequila Sauza" so the owners of the company know we're waiting for them. Then we take them to their hotel (Hilton) and we go back to the airport to wait for the next group of owners. I can tell you.. it was TIRING!! It took me 13 hours today.&lt;br /&gt;Without the classic problems of a guy losing his bags in the plane.. a delay of 5 hours of a flight... 2 suckers losing one flight.. stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;So.. I had to pick the last group, which was supposed to arrive at 11:10.. but they arrived at 11:40. And now here I am.. tomorrow I gotta be at the hotel to pick up the suburban and the model at 10:30.. and start picking up more people, until thursday.. when instead of picking people in the airport, I'll be leaving them there.&lt;br /&gt;For this, I got said they'd pay me $500 a day, and they give me money for meals too.. but still I'll ask for more.. didn't know it was gonna be so many hours, and the models are getting paid around $2,400 a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, that's all I'll write for today.. I got more things to tell, but I'm just too tired now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114162971075913236?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114162971075913236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114162971075913236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114162971075913236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114162971075913236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/03/working-already_06.html' title='Working already..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114131403533059976</id><published>2006-03-02T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:22:14.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer..</title><content type='html'>For Beatriz Yepez Leon, Lolita's mother. Rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114131403533059976?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114131403533059976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114131403533059976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114131403533059976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114131403533059976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/03/prayer.html' title='A Prayer..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-114081848608765826</id><published>2006-02-24T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:51:09.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Vacations!</title><content type='html'>It had been a while since the last I was in the beach! And it's not actually like I'm "on vacations".. I'm just.. unemployed? Well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was totally different from the others.. the only person I knew from the beggining was Victor, we were 7 people in the trip. It was organized by Joaquin, there was his sister Gaby. Then, 2 french girls: Pauline and Cam, and a canadian, Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our city on Sunday around 10 am, after having some tortas ahogadas for breakfast. It was a long trip (I guess, since I was sleeping most of it, hehe). We arrived to Nuevo Vallarta, to the Grand Mayan hotel (which is one of the biggest, if not the biggest hotel in there). Really nice place!, the only bad thing was that it was so big that we'd have to walk a lot to get any place in it, because not only it's huge, but also they make you surround everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and nights went by as they're supposed when you have 7 young people just hanging around. Playing beach volleyball, swimming in the sea and in the pools, drinking beers and going out at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. there's so much to say about it.. but I'm getting so lazy about right now.. but I'll just say they were totally good times! I wish I could have met those girls before, they're really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, back to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-114081848608765826?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/114081848608765826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=114081848608765826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114081848608765826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/114081848608765826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/02/hooray-for-vacations.html' title='Hooray for Vacations!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113929281143534516</id><published>2006-02-07T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:13:31.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like this..</title><content type='html'>.. is what I've been missing for a while, when I can just hang out with my friends and have good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a plan made out of the nothing, last moment you could say, but it was real fun. Victor, Erik and I just met in Erik's department. We bought some beers, and spend the rest of the afternoon drinking, playing games and laughing ^_^!&lt;br /&gt;That feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange to talk about our futures.. how everything seems to be changing so fast. It's sad to think that times like these are flying by.. they won't last much more time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes.. I'm getting nostalgic before it's needed.. but, it's happening.  We're growing up. It'd be great to go back in time to those wonderful vactions in Vallarta, where we'd just waste our time playing Magic and trying to get drunk with a few beers. Those times where we'd spend all night watching anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable times! *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113929281143534516?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113929281143534516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113929281143534516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113929281143534516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113929281143534516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/02/days-like-this.html' title='Days like this..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113898624612656404</id><published>2006-02-03T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:04:06.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True of False</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know.. this ain't a real post.. but since I don't have much to say lately.. this will do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've smoked: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've ran away from home: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shut others out when I'm depressed: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I open up to others easily: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate more than love: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I own over 4 rap CDS: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Disney Movies: False  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't kill insects: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I curse regularly: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to laugh: True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I smoke a pack a day: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't swallow pills: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I eat fast food weekly: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been out of this country: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe in ghosts: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am very ticklish: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love white chocolate: True (although it's not really chocolate)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bite my nails: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am comfortable with being me: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotten lost in the city: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've Seen a shooting star: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a serious Surgery: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugged a stranger: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been in a fist fight: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been arrested: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argued for the fun of it: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Swore at your parents: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skipped school: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been punched: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come close to death: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotten stitches: ??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bitten someone: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotten the chicken pox: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ridden in a taxi: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been fired: False                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stole something from your job: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been married: False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw someone dying: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been on a plane: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had someone cheat on you: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss someone right now: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answered every question on this quiz honestly: True&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113898624612656404?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113898624612656404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113898624612656404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113898624612656404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113898624612656404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/02/true-of-false.html' title='True of False'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113777289534532981</id><published>2006-01-20T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:01:35.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First step taken..</title><content type='html'>For my life beginning to change, there are some things I gotta do.. I already did the first one of them: I quitted my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told the manager of the restaurant, he told me a lot of things quite nice to hear, really. He thanked me for working there, for the "vibes" around me when I was there. He also told me that he was happy for me because I got the potential to get much higher than that.. and well.. I can't exactly explain what (and how) he said it all.. but it was one of those things that really lift you up when you hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days that everybody knew I was gonna leave, a lot of people told me not to leave.. that it'd be great if everybody left with me.. and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my last working day.. it went as usual, regular work and all. Almost at the end of the day, the mariachi dedicated a song for me, "Las Golondrinas". I got a cake. After work a bunch of people convinced to go to some Micheladas for my farewell.. good times! I'm too happy because I can see people got to really appreciate me in there.. I'm gonna miss them.. u.u&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day I'm gonna go there (at least officially) for my pay and in a side way, people that had their rest day yesterday asked me to go today to give me my farewell hug ^_^&lt;br /&gt;(hehe, and there's a roumor that the manager will give me a bottle! yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well.. I'm ready for my course (the last thing I need to do about school), it starts this monday. That means also I'll need to be hiding my piercing a whole month.. but well.. it's just a month, just a month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher at school asked me to help her yesterday to give a part of her class, most of it talking about my experiences working as a waiter. I accepted just for the fun of it.. and to help her.. then she told me she'd give me a "certificate" (or something like that) saying that I've helped in teaching students during conferences..  o.O?!?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's fine for me!! that kind of papers do matter when you try to get a job :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start again with my french classes.. and well.. everything's started to move again.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm not posting as often as I said I would.. but well, I'll be posting what happens to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113777289534532981?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113777289534532981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113777289534532981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113777289534532981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113777289534532981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-step-taken.html' title='First step taken..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113720110108257406</id><published>2006-01-13T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:11:41.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!! Finally!! ^_^</title><content type='html'>Today was my graduation!! Yay! cheers for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite good. My family.. my friends.. *sigh* So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed some of them, but well.. such is life :P (thanks Hector for your mail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took many pictures I'll be adding to my MSN space later.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see what happens now.. entering to the "real world".. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113720110108257406?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113720110108257406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113720110108257406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113720110108257406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113720110108257406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-finally.html' title='Yay!!! Finally!! ^_^'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113665110280080339</id><published>2006-01-07T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T10:25:03.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Ok ok.. I know I said I'd be posting more often, and it's been a month since the last time I did.. and I could say I have a good excuse, but I don't. It's many things togheter, like that damn game Victor passed on me, lazyness, and december parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't have much to tell (at least not as much as it should be for a month without posting). I've been going out a lot.. like at least 4 times a week. And although that means a lot of money spending, I like it. I get to also spend a lot of time with my friends and have tons of good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no g/f. But that's been good so far.. it means more money for myself. And at times like this, it helps!&lt;br /&gt;By "like this" I mean that once more destiny has decided I'm not meant for having money.. I had already some "good savings" when suddenly, out of nothing.. my car decided to get sick again..  ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;Repair it this time will cost me $5,500 ($550 dlls).. I hate it when that happens.. if at least it was for something I did or didn't do to my car, I'd know it's my fault and there's a reason for it to stop working.. but it isn't so.. it just stops working by own will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! next week is my graduation!! (on friday 13.. bad omen?) and I still have a lot of invitations to give. I have them already made, I just need the time to take them to the people I want to go to the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my graduation, there'll be the one month course I gotta take to get my title. For taking that course of course (hehe, that looks funny) I have to start doing some paper work this coming week. I also gotta say I'm quite nervous because after that 'month' I'll be like a proffesionist.. I'm supposed to enter the world of working people. But I still don't know what I'm gonna do. And it's really hard to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;What do I want? What's best for me?... What am I supposed to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess there'll be an answer for all that some time later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113665110280080339?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113665110280080339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113665110280080339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113665110280080339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113665110280080339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113391925366478392</id><published>2005-12-06T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:34:13.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another silly desire</title><content type='html'>Today, I finally made come true an old disire I've been having for quite long time.. I believe that it was since I was in junior high that I wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it? Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, first I gotta say that I'm also too happy because today was my last day at school.. I'm done with my classes and my finals. I just gotta go back for a month in late January to take my titulation course, and that will be it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that came because due I don't have to keep on going to school.. I got a bit more "free will"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking clearly: I made me a piercing in my eyebrow :)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I've received only good comments about it.. still, my parents haven't seen it. I told them before I made it, and they told me they'd let me do it because I'm old enough, but they didn't like the idea.. let's see what happens when they see it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me some luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113391925366478392?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113391925366478392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113391925366478392' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113391925366478392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113391925366478392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-silly-desire.html' title='Another silly desire'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113375333092378572</id><published>2005-12-04T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:28:50.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I'm so...</title><content type='html'>... Happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 22nd birthday.. I'm getting old. I gotta say that it kinda makes me sad that none of my FRIENDS remembered today was my b-day.. but also I found out that more people than I thought care about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my FRIENDS care about me, but probably they have a lame memory, so they didn't remember today was my b-day.. so, it ain't that bad.. I consider myself the worst person to remember important dates (for ex. b-days of my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got celebrated more than I could have expected today at work.. it started when the manager Pancho made me sit next to him to talk about "how things have changed since I entered working"... yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;that bastard tended me a trap, so my friends and co-workers could surprise me with a cake in slammed in my face, and a shot of some mysterious thing.. and God it made me so drunk!.. and after that, they kept on bringing me more.. and more!&lt;br /&gt;they raised me on my chair!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn!! it was so great!!! I never thought it'd happen something like that... and still, tomorrow seems to be a promising day at school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm too drunk due all they gave me at work.. so can't keep writing all right.. but, tomorrow I'll tell you what happened :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD. Pamela.. right now I don't remember the link to that game.. but I'll pass it on to you later, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113375333092378572?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113375333092378572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113375333092378572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113375333092378572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113375333092378572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-im-so.html' title='Today I&apos;m so...'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113353720652274824</id><published>2005-12-02T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:26:46.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once More..</title><content type='html'>..I've spent some time without posting, the difference is that this time I've got someone to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I wanted to post about some things like the FIL. It's a great anual convention of books, and it's great. The whole city is full of foreigners who've come to visit this convention.. without say, you can find tons of interesting books about everything you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. well.. that was what I was thinking in posting about, but not the real subject of THIS post.. the main subject is that once more Victor introduced me to a dark world that's absorbing my mind and time.. still, I'm having tons of fun!&lt;br /&gt;He introduced me to a really interesting RPG game online, for free!!!!! it's great!!&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my free time to play it (free time becausae I've been doing some final works for school, and work..etc)&lt;br /&gt;I already met some ppl that came to be kinda friends to me.. a guy from Brazil and a guy from Australia..&lt;br /&gt;So, if I've been this absent and forgot what I wanted to post about.. it's 'cause I'm playing that thing :P!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vick, I curse you!!!... but still I thank you  ^.^&lt;br /&gt;see ya there to play togheter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113353720652274824?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113353720652274824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113353720652274824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113353720652274824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113353720652274824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/12/once-more.html' title='Once More..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113261048217751880</id><published>2005-11-21T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:01:22.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that bad</title><content type='html'>This seemed to be a sucky weekend coming on.. luckily, it turned out to be quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday I went out with my friends of work (Marco, Luismi, Vaca both days..) and some other guys that were there only one of the 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we went to a party in the house of some Univa guys.. we had our own bottles of "Torres 3" (hehe, aka Reyes). I got drunk enough to don't remember EXACTLY what happened, but it was real fun. Lots of friendly people..&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important gathering places was the bathroom.. there was only one, and it was in a room of the house, so there were we.. around 25 people (constantly changing) all yelling, telling jokes, jumping around and all that stuff.. jaja, even at some point, all we decided (started shouting) that the best way to quicken things up, was that guys entered the bathroom in groups of 3.. so one could piss in the shower, one in the toilet and the other one in the hand washer "lavabo".. hehe, I got the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, also with our own "Torres 3" (obviously, not the same ones as the day before) we went to a party of what I bet was the son of a drug dealer.. man! I've never seen a house so huge!! it even had it's own little lake inside, with ducks and all..&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't really know whose idea was it, but someone suggested that we should go to the "dried river" (it was real close to the Primavera forest the house).. so, there we go.. 2 am.. and we were sitting in a dried river in complete darkness (except for the moon) in the middle of a forest drinking.. and talking about spooky thing (what seems to be the ONLY possible conversation subject in those situations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work.. well, I dunno exactly how it happened.. but suddenly I've become the official barman...&lt;br /&gt;and that's not exactly a good thing to say. I mean, it is good, but I don't like it that much for everyday.. not at this restaurant. I wanted it only to be a once in a while so I could enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happens this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. and I know I'm missing something I wanted to post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Thanks to that "Guru" thing.. I'm getting payed!! how? well.. one of the teachers sent the exam for her subject by e-mail (it was different for everyone). I finished it 1 week before the day we had to have it solved and gave it to the teacher, so I've been able to skip that class these few days, plus some of my classmates convinced me (I didn't want to at the beggining) that they'll be paying me for making their exams. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all! and take care, have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113261048217751880?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113261048217751880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113261048217751880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113261048217751880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113261048217751880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-that-bad.html' title='Not that bad'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113219498354076650</id><published>2005-11-16T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:36:23.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 3 weeks..</title><content type='html'>..without posting.. hehe, as if anyone cared about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been that absent because I don't really have thought of anything interesting to post about.. I mean, some things have happened, but.. dunno.. I guess I'm just too lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an general review, I'd say my life is going on pretty much the same.. it's just the same routine (including school and work). At school I'm doing great.. due to the subjects I'm taking (using math) I'm like getting the highest grades with almost no real effort.. which is good for me!&lt;br /&gt;But it's also became a little interesting because now I'm like some kind of Guru in my classroom.. everybody looks for help with me.. even the teachers!.. and it has happened that the "official" way of seeing if an excersise is well made, is compare it to mine.. if it's the same result, then it's ok.. hehe, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. on the other hand (for my point of view, the only other interesting thing I could post about) is the operation I had.. it was something easy.. but for a fucking (and yet unknown reason) it's recovery got complicated.. so, I'm still using bandages, it still hurts and bleeds.. Not that I'm worried about it, I'm sure it'll heal sooner or later.. is more that I'm getting tired of it. It's annoying to have the bandages all day.. I gotta be taking care of making no "hard works".. sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. that's it for now.. and unless something interesting/weird/strange/scary... happens, I'm fucked with the posting thing.. I'll have to be posting more lyrics of songs I get to like or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. farewell y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113219498354076650?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113219498354076650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113219498354076650' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113219498354076650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113219498354076650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-3-weeks.html' title='Almost 3 weeks..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113099448097250062</id><published>2005-11-02T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:08:00.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>~Goodbye My Lover~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been the one... You have been the one for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been the one... You have been the one for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine... In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been the one... You have been the one for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113099448097250062?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113099448097250062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113099448097250062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113099448097250062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113099448097250062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/11/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='~Goodbye My Lover~'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113029576353803037</id><published>2005-10-25T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:32:35.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The morning was rainy, it was still early, so it was all covered in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really have another choice, but to venture myself.. wearing a dark suit, I walked out of the comfort I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into my transport guarded by 4 dragons. It was cold. I looked back.. everything was in order, my feet, my straight-jacket and all of my tools. I headed then to my boring destiny. Nothing strange happened in the way.. just the multiple kamikaze raindrops crashing into the front window. When I had to get off.. I guess they got tired of battling me or they all died.. but they ceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to work on numbers and calculations.. I had to do it fast, I had kind of a date.. I started moving almost mindlessly.. my body knew what it had to do, my right hand printing everything.. my left hand's fingers were in charge of the operations.. I did it! I made it just in time.&lt;br /&gt;My master was pleased.. I was released and able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got out of the dungeon, it was all covered with a strange substance. Was I blind?... no.. my sight was all right.. I remembered something I heard once: "There's an experience worse than blindness: to be certain that your sight is perfect and the horror to know that it ain't a world around to see".&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad.. actually I felt at ease. I liked it. In fact, I'd have stayed lost in that realm forever if I could. A voice inside my head told me it was getting late.. I had to go on.&lt;br /&gt;After a few steps, I found an imp.. hey, it's guarding my transport too.. cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I escaped from there heading to a new knowledge I saw some ghosts appear. They didn't mind me.. they had their own business to attend. That or I wasn't important enough for them. Either ways, I had no troubles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A muse started singing in the distance.. I could hear the words.. they captivated my heart and mind for a moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am alone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;surrounded by the color blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside a poem, the only words I ever knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washing my hands, of the many years untold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now I am banned, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my future is to unfold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you take my candlelight..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you take my candlelight away from me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, the enviroment changed.. it was clear.. shiny. I miss that other feeling. Then, I look up. Who would have though I'd see that other world I was in a moment ago up there.. and it was not alone. The king of flames and the queen of romance were there.. just a turn of my head away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I found myself in front of a great door. It was all green, seemed slimmy to me. How did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, doesn't matter.. it's time for me to get real.. got work to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see ya again sometime soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113029576353803037?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113029576353803037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113029576353803037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113029576353803037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113029576353803037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/10/simple-trip.html' title='A simple trip..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-113013017272338891</id><published>2005-10-24T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T00:25:42.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>Seems like after talking so much about having a second job, it might come true this time.. I'm already working into it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not certain yet that I'll get it.. but the difference is that I'm moving things around me. Tomas and Esther (a friend from school) are my main supports into this, and as soon as I have it for real, I'll write about it. 'Till now, I just can tell that if it comes true, it'll be really good times for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, once more Jaz is coming back this next weekend to Gdl.. she called me.. uhm.. yesterday? or maybe Friday.. hehehe, I don't remember.. but the thing is that she called me to say she'll be coming, so we can go out some place :)! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, those 2 things are my "great expectations" right now. I know they sound quite simple but, I've been smiling a lot thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I could tell you is that I've kept doing my social service.. and I think it's one of the best things I could ever have thought in doing!&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I was asked to help out in some conferences at the university.. from 8 am to 7 pm.. that was tiring!! but, I had many advantages:&lt;br /&gt;1. Because it was supposed to be so tiring, the person in charge offered me to count me that event for half of the hours I'm supposed to complete (that's 230 hours of work)&lt;br /&gt;2. I listened all of the conferences, and they were actually way too interesting and useful!&lt;br /&gt;3. I got an "assistance diploma", that can be used as curriculum at some point of my life..&lt;br /&gt;4. They gave me a yummy meal that day, and I met new people&lt;br /&gt;5. Most of the time (around the 70%) that I was "helping out", I was actually sitting listening to the conferences :P.. but still I did what I was supposed to, and the organizers ended up happy with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, a bit of the same old things.. school is going great, and it's almost over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair cut last week.. and now it was a radical change.. I have my hair real short.. but I hope this was the last time in at least a couple years that I cut it. I already told Pancho about it, and he said that for work.. we'd see how it goes looking on me.. and school.. well, I won't be there anymore for that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By messenger, I talked like for the first time in my life with a cousin about interesting and deep stuff.. Brenda. We started talking about our heart aches.. and it all began because we had as nick name a sentence from the same song "The Blower's Daughter"..&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I guess, is that after that great talk, the next day (that is yesterday) I found her at the Redrum bar :), nice to see her! And her hair!! Mon Dieu, she has "rastas" that reach her waist! the look coooool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads me to talk about that I went to the Redrum with Pancho (my friend).. listening real good electronic music! (I didn't know that he liked that kind of music o.O). And once more, I got to see Sandra ^_^!.. and Bacca.. and the new member of Sappho (whose name I can't remember), but his girlfriend gave a delicious chocolate cigarette!!! *yummy* That's like the best way of "breaking the ice" that I've seen in many years. Hehehe.. quick, cheap, easy and tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'ya later mates!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-113013017272338891?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/113013017272338891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=113013017272338891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113013017272338891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/113013017272338891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112948387156015834</id><published>2005-10-16T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:36:03.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: December 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being born on the 4th day of the month should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; help make you a better manager and organizer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may be more responsible and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;self-disciplined than you realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sincere and honest, you are a serious and hard working individual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your feelings are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The number 4 has something of an inhibiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;effect on your ability to show and express affections, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as feeling are very closely regulated and controlled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are apt to be much more practical, rational&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and conscious of details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a good deal of rigidity and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stubbornness associated with the number 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112948387156015834?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112948387156015834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112948387156015834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112948387156015834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112948387156015834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday-meaning_16.html' title='Birthday Meaning'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112938950506993235</id><published>2005-10-15T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:18:25.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened after..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I finally saw Roy since all that stuff happened. It was great to see him, he's already out..&lt;br /&gt;It's so.. weird.. and at the same time amazing to hear him. He was talking of all the shit that they do to him while he was in there, but he wasn't like complaining nor anythig.. he was telling us in the most regular mood. Just as if he was telling us about a movie he saw, or something he did in school.. he was even joking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see he didn't change at all. He's still the always smiling guy.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, corruption had to appear one last time.. they stole some of his things.. including his bike. When they got him, they retained the bike for safety I suppose.. but now that he's out they just claim that they can't find it.. it's "lost". But well, I guess that's the minor thing right now. What's important is that he's already out, and he seems to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so ahamed of our country's political system.. it's police department.. and seems like all of the goverment's departments are all the same.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for myself.. things have been going ok. This time I could say I like all of my classes, and all of my teachers (except one) are good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work.. well, the barman quitted last week.. so I asked Pancho to let me be in the bar helping out.. on Thursday, he did let me be in the bar.. but in charge of it!! That's something I didn't expect. I liked it.. and I'm happy for what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Pancho was amazed and really happy with my work as a barman.. happy because everything went ok. All the drinks were ready in time, there were no mistakes.. no clients complaints..&lt;br /&gt;And he was amazed because (as he told me) he didn't know how the heck I did it for make everything work out so good since it was my first time in charge of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;It had passed around 3 months since my last time in there.. and when I was there, I was just helping out. So, I gotta say that I ended up amazed of myself too.. when I knew I was gonna be the one in charge I thought there were gonna be problems. ^_^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bad stuff.. (as there always gotta be)&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing really that bad.. but yesterday a girl friend from work (who has become a really good friend) was robbed in the street. Seems like 2 guys approached her while she was going to work, they asked her what time was it.. but when she looked down she saw they had a knife..&lt;br /&gt;She froze.. luckily, they just took her cell phone and left..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it could have been worse.. at least she made it safe and unharmed to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cheers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112938950506993235?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112938950506993235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112938950506993235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112938950506993235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112938950506993235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-happened-after.html' title='What happened after..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112908233675252218</id><published>2005-10-11T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:58:56.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Corruption!</title><content type='html'>Some time ago, a friend made a post about this subjetc.. you can check what he wrote in &lt;a href="http://unruhig.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-cops.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. at that time, I told him that it could have been worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, today I knew that another friend of mine had some affairs with the police.. also due to corruption.. and it's been much much worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like Roy, Chino and Marco were driving bycicles in the parking lot of Plaza Galerias when suddenly some cops arrived..&lt;br /&gt;Chino and Marco managed to escape, but Roy didn't.. he thought it wouldn't be that serious to just be driving a bycicle there.. so naive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he's in prison..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? The cops said that he was stealing a car.. that they found him already inside the car!! Well.. at least that's the first thing they said.. they they planted some cocaine and a knife on him..&lt;br /&gt;So, he's in prison for having drugs, illegal weapons and stealing a car. Shit!! That guy was only making excercise in his bike!! I know him well.. and he's actually a good boy. He doesn't do drugs.. drinks.. he's not even the agressive type.. He is a nice guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the police officers already made a declaration, but they haven't let him make his own declaration.. besides, he says they hit him a lot.. now he has his nose broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!! It really feels awful to know we live in fucking country like this.. where this kind of stupid senseless things happen!! And we can't do anything about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all we have left is to pray that everything ends up soon and the best possible at this point for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn angry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112908233675252218?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112908233675252218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112908233675252218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112908233675252218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112908233675252218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-corruption.html' title='Damn Corruption!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112891034205914254</id><published>2005-10-09T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:12:22.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I haven't forgot about my blog.. is just that I don't think that anything worth writing or interesting has happened to me this week.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on going to school, going to work, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I stayed at home sitting in the PC with messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night.. I was about to do the same thing, but I felt I wanted to go out, so I went to the REDRUM bar where Pancho would play with Sappho. It was kinda sad because it was the last time that Richie would be playing as a part of Sappho.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there I also found Sandra (yay!) and her drunk friend of the last week. This time she wasn't drunk.. but she kept on throwing herself at me in the most shameless way..&lt;br /&gt;The difference is that now I know her name, and she knows mine.. and my cell phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. what the heck... right now, I'm just thinking about finishing school.. and some really great thing that's floating as a possibility in my life.. but I'll talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya 'till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112891034205914254?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112891034205914254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112891034205914254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112891034205914254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112891034205914254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112831647796025455</id><published>2005-10-02T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:14:38.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Weekend</title><content type='html'>It happened a lot of things this weekend.. so I'll write some little things and details about all that happened. Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a good Friday drinking at the work again. But it was somehow different though.. I'll start naming (well, some of them by their nicks) some of the friends that I drink with.. This time, there was Juan, Lofo and Tacho. It was different because this time Pancho (the restaurant manager) wasn't there as usual.. this time he had to go to some place near Guadalajara (well, about 2 hours away) and left us there.&lt;br /&gt;Tacho was  attending 2 tables, and the rest of us.. well, we were just there with the excuse of not letting him alone. It was also different because Pancho was worried because of us being there... with an open bar with tons of bottles of all kinds of liquors. So, we decided we would drink a bottle of Tequila of Juan. Of course we took our soda supplies from the restaurant fridge.. but that's nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I had a quite hard job, so at the time Pancho got back around 12 pm, I decided to go home and get some sleep. I also did this because on Saturday I had to get up early to go to my first Magic Tournament!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting experience.. but I was frustrating to lose due to some bad luck and lack of experience on how things work in the tournament. But I'm sure next time it'll be better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tournament.. some more work. At night, I called Pancho (my friend) to know what he would do.. I wanted some beer and told him that we should go to the Video Bar. He said that he had plans with Sandra to go to some bar to see some guys play. That was fine. So we'd meet at the Video Bar, and then go to that other place.&lt;br /&gt;I was already in my way to the Video Bar when I called Pancho, so I got first there.. only to find that it was closed ('clausurado'). Darn!&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to the 7eleven and bought a bottle of water. Heh.. what a change. Then I crossed to Chapultepec's trough ('camellón') and took a look at the photos there. (I loved that photo! "La princesa de las nieves").&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Pancho arrived with Sandra (always a good time to see her!! :P ) and we left to "La Zona" (I just remembered the name). We saw 3 groups.. I liked the first 2, but the 3rd sucked.&lt;br /&gt;There was gonna be a 4th group.. but.. they closed the bar ('clausuraron').. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there was some underage guys drinking in there.&lt;br /&gt;We all got kicked out of there. Outside.. many funny things.. like a car getting stucked with a post (I swear, the strangest thing I've ever seen in this matter) and a drunk girl that I just met throwing herself at me in the most shameless way.. Yay! hehehe. (and I gotta say that she was quite cute, but drunk after all... !¬_¬!)&lt;br /&gt;This time I got home around 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning.. I got up early again to go to Comictlan!! I've been going to that anual convention for 5 or 6 straight years now. This time I went only with Alfa because Victor and Hector are in Canada :( ... but it was good times!&lt;br /&gt;I got the FFVII movie!!!!!!! It's greeeeeeeeeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is getting longer than I expected.. and I already forgot more than a couple things I wanted to write about (I blame and curse messenger for that, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;See ya later people. Hope to know about you soon. So comment here.. or write some mails, ok? :P (specially those people that I don't know much about lately.. or maybe people that read this blog and I'm not aware of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112831647796025455?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112831647796025455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112831647796025455' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112831647796025455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112831647796025455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-weekend.html' title='A Nice Weekend'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112809738123533016</id><published>2005-09-30T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:23:01.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Results</title><content type='html'>Your personality type is ISTJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverted (I) 75% - Extraverted (E) 25%&lt;br /&gt;Sensing (S) 59%        - Intuitive (N) 41%&lt;br /&gt;Thinking (T) 60%     - Feeling (F) 40%&lt;br /&gt;Judging (J) 50%        - Perceiving (P) 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Links&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitytype.com/types/"&gt;Great info on all the the types!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitytype.com/quiz.html"&gt;Excellent explanation of what the letters mean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://typelogic.com/"&gt;Descriptions of the various personality types&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/careers.html"&gt;Career information based on your type&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112809738123533016?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112809738123533016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112809738123533016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112809738123533016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112809738123533016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/09/test-results.html' title='Test Results'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112787359851206370</id><published>2005-09-27T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:13:18.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sucks!</title><content type='html'>I hate it when life conspires against your happiness.. and that's what happened today. At work, I've been doing quite good. I'm the one in charge of making "parts" (that is, give everyone his respective daily tip), so it's a good responsability to hold that money. Also, in the employees list, I've been going up in ranks.&lt;br /&gt;Now, besides all this, last week twice I was congratulated by customers.. that not only told me my service was great, but they also went directly with the manager to tell him the same thing. Well.. I could go on talking about all those good things and more details.. but that's not the main theme of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today is that the family of my ex appeared in the restaurant. It was something really unexpected. Not only because they're supposed to know that I work there..&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen anyone of her family since she broke up with me.. so.. what's with the damn need of going to the place I work?!?&lt;br /&gt;When we were a couple, I can say I had a good relationship with her mother and the rest of her family.. but it was.. different.. It was noticeable that they have.. uhm.. hatred? or maybe simple rejection against me?.. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect things to be like that. When I saw them arrive, I did what (maybe not many would have done) I felt I should.. I greeted them. The only thing I got in response was a hidden stare of hate with a lot of indiference.&lt;br /&gt;It was the same thing during their stay.. indiference towards me. The only one that seemed to have some "pity" (I suppose) for me, was Leo.. her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a strange reason, I started feeling bad.. physically talking.. it was weird.. seems that I was pale (a friend asked me why.. he asked me if I was sick). Luckily, I told a couple friends what was going on.. so I'd get a hand tapping in my back from time to time in signal of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see.. it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. as if this wasn't all, next to their table there were 2 guys from Argentina! Not that it matters a lot.. it just made me think even more on what happened with her..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny has complicaded ways in which it likes to fuck with us... I just hope stuff like this won't repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112787359851206370?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112787359851206370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112787359851206370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112787359851206370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112787359851206370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-sucks.html' title='This Sucks!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112736106767871238</id><published>2005-09-21T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:51:07.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology!</title><content type='html'>Damn.. I don't know how I forgot to post about this.. totally good times on Sunday talking with the Padillas via messenger. But it wasn't like just typing.. we started a "video conference".. so we were actually seeing and hearing each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know why I hadn't done this earlier.. it's really fun!! I had lost the interest almost completely in the messenger, but with these recent discoveries (for me) it's renewed.&lt;br /&gt;Also I've been talking to some people that I hadn't had notice about in quite some time, so it's like I'm re-making friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. well, that's all for now.. the main thing of this was that video conference thing that I said I'd mention in a post. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112736106767871238?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112736106767871238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112736106767871238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112736106767871238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112736106767871238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/09/technology.html' title='Technology!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112727199000361482</id><published>2005-09-20T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:06:30.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more time..</title><content type='html'>.. destiny conspires against me becoming a wealthy person. Since I said I'd be buying dollars to save some money for the time when I go to Canada (or wherever I go) I've been actually doing it. But then happens shitty events.. just as my car breaking down again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. with the money I've spent so far on that car I could have probably bought another one. Well, this time.. the gasoline pump failed again. I must be changed (once more) and it'll cost around $4,000 pesos!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that money.. not even with my savings in dollars and pesos togheter (also, that shall give you an idea on how much I get in my job or how much money I waste)&lt;br /&gt;Luckily.. seems that my dad will be helping me with a part of the cost of the pump. But for being honest I don't really like that idea because I'd like to be independent already on those things..&lt;br /&gt;.. of course, that doesn't mean I won't accept the money, if I didn't I would have to ask that money lent.. and I don't like the idea of owing money to no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I've found time to hang out with some friends. Altough we couldn't celebrate properly the Tucker Fest Anniversary in here, we're looking for another possible fest soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I had the opportunity to party with some of my waiter friends. We were supposed to drink in the house of Karen, but an idiot started fucking with the idea of going to the Shisha Bar.. and we ended up going there for nothing! We arrived, saw the prices.. and decided it was too expensive for the money we were willing to spend. Also, I said I had a 'bottle' in my car.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to "la playa" to get some chips, sodas and ice.. but then they asked what kind of bottle it was.. I had Tequila.. No one liked the idea.. so, we had to get a bottle of Rum (Bacardi)..&lt;br /&gt;a 2 lt. bottle of Bacardi!!&lt;br /&gt;That day I had had a couple beers earlier with some other friends.. and I swear, I still don't know how I managed to end up totally sober!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I say I don't know how, because I was the only one that didn't end up drunk or throwing up.. without say, I was serving my cup as following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 Rum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 Coke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that should make me worry... or maybe make me feel easy about getting drunk ever again.. meh.. who knows..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112727199000361482?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112727199000361482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112727199000361482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112727199000361482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112727199000361482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-more-time_20.html' title='One more time..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112705834829279648</id><published>2005-09-18T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:45:52.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellowship of the Fest!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first anniversary of the Fellowship of the Fest foundation, that is.. when we survived the best fest ever (with the 'death mix'). For that I'll copy (and not write because it's darn too much) a fine resume of what happened back then. If you want to read the original post, you might find them in &lt;a href="http://www.spacingout.net/archives/2004_09_19_spacingout_archive.html"&gt;HERE,&lt;/a&gt; titled "Thank God For That Friday (Parts 1, 2 and 3)". (Warning.. this might be a quite long post.. still, it brings back many memories). Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We managed to wake up early on Friday, since we had set a date with Rosario about going to eat together and then to the movies, so up we were, showered and all. Since we were quite a bunch we took two cars, one for Victor and Erik, for them to pick up their birds, and one for Tomas, Hector and myself.&lt;br /&gt;The usual laughter happened, and when we were about to decide which movie to see, Rosario and Laura showed up. After way too much time in making the choice, we decided to see the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372183/"&gt;Bourne Supremacy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we just spent some time in the mall, walking around, checking out CD's and DVD's, the usual time wasting routine. Eventually we all headed back. Tomas, Hector and I arrived much earlier than Victor and Erik, so we started playing some magic (it had been a while!). When Erik and Victor showed up they decided to play 'smash', and so we were divided... By around 12 those guys were pissed at us because we were playing magic, and we were getting pissed at them because they couldn't stand the idea of us enjoying something other than 'smash'. Eventually we all started watching chobbits, and by that part of the night it was obvious that everything was going to go down to hell... Right?. I mean, even Erik got way too upset because we joked about him making a "Julio" (which is spoiling something about a series/book/game/etc). Still, we managed to end the series, and by that time we were so touched by the ending that nothing mattered anymore, and we were all happy. It was about 3am when the real fun started... We decided that it would be safe to eat something first so we had a bunch of quezadillas (yes, we are lazy), and then the drinks started to be mixed. Have your ever heard of the 'Tucker Death Mix'?... Well, we made those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking the 1st glass was quite an experience. We all sat in a round table, said cheers, and drank as much as we could of the whole damn thing, (that's the way you know that someone wants to get drunk). It's the 1st drink ever that gives me that sensation, the minute I was done with it, I got goose bumps and some electric shock ran up my spine... For real!.&lt;br /&gt;It felt awesome, yet I don't think it is quite healthy that a drink causes that right away... And it wasn't only me, we all got pretty much the same reaction. We were thrilled, so we did what was obvious.... We mixed some more stuff!&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd round went pretty much the same way, on the 1st one though, Tomas didn't feel like drinking the same stuff, so he just had vodka and juice (pussy), but he decided to join us for the second round since he was able to see the whole goose bump situation from all of us, and felt quite left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we had two of those drinks on us, a full bottle of vodka was over in less than 15 or 20 minutes, and we were hyper... At this point we knew we were getting somewhere, but we felt still quite sober, so before drinking some more, we decided to go out and take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of the house there's is a golf course, 18 holes and all, so we started walking around it's fence. Eventually we arrived at a spot in which two of the fence bars are bent in such a way that someone can squish in. 4:00 am, drunk and hyper, bunch of guys, entrance to the golf court... It's not rocket science to figure out what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may honestly think that walking around a golf court is quite lame, but keep in mind, it was about 4:00am and we were hyper, so all of a sudden we had "moving sand obstacles", lakes, rivers to cross by jumping and team effort, flags to retrieve as a mission...&lt;br /&gt;So now you have us all in the house, sweaty, muddy, with a mission accomplished and a joyful smile. We cheered, and greeted, and took pictures, and etc, etc, etc... We made so much noise that I'm truly surprised that security didn't show up... Also, either we have the coolest neighbors ever or they were too afraid of us. I know they were in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but we ended up being sitting by the table again, and drinking yet more death mix, what were we thinking!?!... Well, at the moment everything seemed like a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I am not very sure of the order in which things occurred, but at this time, we were hardly going to stop... I mean, we had more drinks, and the golf course adventure just motivated us to keep going... Damn red bull! Usually at this time after that amount of alcohol we would all be sitting and talking about how awful women are, being depressed, yet thankful of our friendships, what not... Not this time though, not this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories define my life, I am who I am because of what I've lived, and what I've considered worth learning out of everything... Sometimes those memories get fuzzy though, and those times I am not quite sure what I've learned. This time though, as fuzzy as my memories are, I learned that you don't take the Death Mix so lightly, and that probably I won't ever drink that much of that stuff again. Seriously, we were so out of it, that if we had been in the beach I wouldn't be writing this, but actually dead in the bottom of the ocean. As crazy as we were I bet we would have just jumped into the ocean to swim and see who could get to Japan faster...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok.. maybe that was an exaggeration, but something close though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next is just a recollection of random events... At some point we were running down the streets in boxers making a terrible amount of noise (I am actually beginning to question myserf about the security of the neighborhood), then I know we were in the kitchen drinking straight from the bottle, and counting seconds, trying to beat the guy who drank before...&lt;br /&gt;There was porn at some point too, projected in a huge wall, with the noise and all... But we really didn't care about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "next day", eventually Tomas woke up, and him and Hector cooked some "breakfast" (that happened at about 3pm), Erik and I were playing videogames ... The house was a mess... A terrible mess all over the place... There was puke in the bathrooms, piss in Victor's parents bed (I am hoping that was the dog), and mud all over the floor... The cleaning begun. Tomas and Hector fixed most of downstairs, Erik and I upstairs... All this time Victor was trying to put himself together having the worst hangover ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hector and I gave Erik a ride to his house, since he was supposed to meet with his girlfriend, and when we headed back we laughed all the way...&lt;br /&gt;Back home, Victor was feeling much better, so we went to have some Tacos. In the house we took it easy, chatting, movies and vgames... The next day went pretty much the same way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is most of what happened.. of course, even the original post from where I copied this is edited so 'anyone' can read it (that is.. we had to censure some things that we agreed never would be said..)&lt;br /&gt;Still, as you can see, it was a great time that we had back then. Thank God we outlived that damn drink.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time, dear Mates Of The Fest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112705834829279648?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112705834829279648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112705834829279648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112705834829279648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112705834829279648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/09/fellowship-of-fest.html' title='Fellowship of the Fest!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112692803522243661</id><published>2005-09-16T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:33:55.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Mexico!! Ajúa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Por Dios que borracho vengo!, que me siga la tambora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; que me toquen el quelite, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;despues el niño perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; y por ultimo el torito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pa' que vean como le brinco.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ay Ay Ay Mama por Dios!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was just for the festivities going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually today I'm suffering the consecuences of drinking so much yesterday! Once more, I've gone to the dephts of alcohol causing a loss of memory. Hehehehe, long time (as long as I can remember) that it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I started celebrating once more in the restaurant with some friends (also waiters). I started hitting my kidneys, brain and stomach with beer, tequila and some brandy.  But that was just in the restaurant. At some point (I believe it was around 10) we went to the house of another friend. We got lost in the way (we were 2 cars going there).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we found our way there when we saw another friend/waiter in his car going to the party, and he already knew where was it.&lt;br /&gt;At the party, we had some more beers, but just like 3 each until they got over, so we had no choice but going to the closest Oxxo to get some more alcohol. We just got more brandy, since when we were walking out of the house, a guy announced he had 2 bottles of tequila! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, very good times. Tomas joined us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm too tired to go out today.. and we've been planing the next "drinking fest".. seems like it'll have to wait to the next week. But it shall be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was Pancho's birthday, and we celebrated going to the F-Bolko. Interesting. I saw people I hadn't seen in some time.. but for some strange reason, it was the 3rd time that I saw Javo in less than a week. And the 2nd time I saw Calopi also in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;It was because I saw them in Joey's birthday celebration.. and then Javo went to eat to the restaurant. But also I saw Sandra!! wooha! and her delicious chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some good times because I'm in vacations!! My last vacations!! (next time, I'll have finished school) Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll really try once more to post more often, because I'm sure I wanted to write more stuff.. but I just can't remember it right now... heh..&lt;br /&gt;I know I say the same thing "I'll post more often" a lot.. but, I mean it this time.. jajajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112692803522243661?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112692803522243661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112692803522243661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112692803522243661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112692803522243661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/09/viva-mexico-aja.html' title='Viva Mexico!! Ajúa!!!'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112636783314820445</id><published>2005-09-10T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:57:13.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Change Your Mind~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, Hey&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think there might be another way&lt;br /&gt;To just feel better, just feel better about today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no-&lt;br /&gt;If you never want to have to turn and go away&lt;br /&gt;You might feel better, might feel better if you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I bet you haven't heard A word I've said&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;If you've had enough of all your tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Just give up the state of mind you're in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want to be somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;if you're tired of fighting battles with yourself&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be somebody else&lt;br /&gt;Change your mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever danced in the rain or thanked the sun&lt;br /&gt;Just for shining, just for shining- or the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no-&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in the world's a show&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, you look much better, look much better when you glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey hey-&lt;br /&gt;what ya say we both go and seize the day&lt;br /&gt;'cause what's your hurry, what's your hurry anyway"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112636783314820445?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112636783314820445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112636783314820445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112636783314820445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112636783314820445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/09/change-your-mind.html' title='~Change Your Mind~'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112595951517676242</id><published>2005-09-05T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:31:55.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets no more</title><content type='html'>Last week I had two dogs.. now I have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually one of them was my mom's dog, and it dissapeared from the backyard last week. I don't know exactly how that happened because I'm almost never at home.. but my parents don't have a clue neither.. The explanation they found reasonable was that at some point of the day, the backyard door, the front door and the garage door were open at the same time, and it ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say that it sounds weird to me, but.. what do I know. I just know it was in the backyard and it dissapeared from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, some came to pick up my dog, my huskie..  T_T&lt;br /&gt;Since we don't have the space it requires to run and play and all that, my parents have been willing to give it away for some time (I think I even posted about it some time ago). Well, on Friday my mom met the owner of the "Solo Ofertas", and he made her the favor to publish the "advertisement" about it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I bet I'm getting low if I say we're received 50 calls. I'm tired of hearing the phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about some other stuff.. I already have internet in my PC!! It's been some time, and I missed getting online and chatting, posting.. ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past days I've been too tired! too much homework, and next week I'll have my finals, so this week is where I'm supposed to finish all those boring "all course works". But I'm excited because today we started seeing some of the requirements for graduating!! so, it's real!! It's getting closer!!&lt;br /&gt;And, I have been tired too because last week I was invited to work at RUJAC (an event made in the "Expo", and it's about car parts). I was hired to help in the kitchen for some of those events. First event, it was for 1100 persons, the second one it was for 650.&lt;br /&gt;What I did was go to work as a waiter, as usual, and going out of there, I'd go to work to the Expo, so.. I was working around 13 hours a day (plus going to school and doing homeworks and studying for a couple exams I had).&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I made it alive. But I promise I won't do that again.. ever!! (at least not with the same company "Viva Banquetes").. for my work I got only $200 pesos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and some Denmark friends of my brother came here to GDL, they'll be living in some hotel in Las Fuentes, and my bro is living with them. They arrived on Sunday, and my bro had the key for the room since Saturday.. so.. hehe, what else could we do but celebrate?!&lt;br /&gt;Friends and alcohol.. that's always a nice combination. I also went to say goodbye to a good old friend of mine that tomorrow is going to Spain (damn! this is crazy! everyone's leaving).&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, but the point in here is that we might have a place to drink everyday without problem for the next 2 weeks (altough I'll hate forever my bro's friends in secret for not bringing me my water pipe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how a post about my pets turned into something completely different.. but that's like in a few words all that happened to me these days. I'll be posting later, when I'm not tired of typing (and I have more things to tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later guys! Send you hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112595951517676242?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112595951517676242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112595951517676242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112595951517676242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112595951517676242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/09/pets-no-more.html' title='Pets no more'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112537362634935640</id><published>2005-08-31T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:33:31.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of the dark..</title><content type='html'>(First try to make this post on Monday 29 at 10:53 pm from my dad's PC.. couldn't be finished because the damn key "A" stopped working out of the blank.. so I'm finishing this from school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get a chance to write down what I've been up to.. I have too much to write about, so I don't know if I'll remember it all.. or if I'll have the patience enough to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I wanted to make a final post before moving to my new house, but I didn't expect that my dad would report the change of adress to the phone/internet service company (Telmex) as soon as he did.. so they disconected the service like 5 days before moving.. but what happened since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was the farewell "party" for the Padillas on Friday 19, it was at the Pancho Reatas. A lot of people was there.. so I managed to have a great time with different guys, but most of the time I spent it with Alfa and Tomas.. Anyway, I didn't feel that this was a proper farewell.. so I suggested another gathering somewhere else.. and so it happened on Sunday at the "Colibri", which is a nice calmed cafe.&lt;br /&gt;We said goodbye with a deep hug, tears almost coming out, best wishes.. and well, all that stuff that it's supposed to be on a proper farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also something that's gotta be mentioned, and that is that for this day, I went with my girlfriend! Hehehe, right! I already have girlfriend, and as you might be suspecting, it's the hostess from the place I work at. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad too that somehow she managed to know my friends before they left. But I'll talk more about her later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I felt that the thing at the Pancho Reatas and the Colibri hadn't had been enough.. so I decided to see these guys again. The problem is that I had work to do (as a host in some events at my University).. so, before going there, I went home, made a pair of bracelets, got changed for the event and left. It was supposed to finish around 8 pm, and that's the time I was planning to go, but it was over sooner than expected.. around 7 pm I was free to go. I called Vick to make sure he'd be at home and started driving.&lt;br /&gt;It was strange somehow, I was wearing a suit and all that. Hector was arriving at the same time I did to his house. Hehe, unexpected visit.. once more..&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time talking, joking.. Susy (Padilla's mom) took some pictures.. I tried some yummy lasagna! (which I'm not sure who did it.. could have been Mariel, or her mom.. grandma.. dunno yet).&lt;br /&gt;I think it was around 9 when I had to leave. I gave the guys their bracelets.. and left. More hugs and farewells.. Victor was almost crying (or maybe he did, I wasn't close enough to make sure).&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that day I moved officially to my new house. While I was working at the event and with the Padillas, the moving company (mudanza) went for the furniture and all of the heavy stuff. So that day I slept in a strange and new enviroment. Tough it has been quite good. I like the house, and I have my new bedroom almost arranged with all my things, now I just need the internet connection in my PC.&lt;br /&gt;It's great to live "in" the city.. and not on the borders of it. I have so many things near, everything's closer and faster to reach. Even I can go walking to some places (that's something I didn't do anymore, walk) and I'm thinking about maybe getting a bicycle. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin went to live with me and my family for a couple days. But due to work and moving job I didn't really had time to spend with her nor talk.. nor nothing. That's why I decided to go out with her on Saturday. In the morning we saw "Big Fish" and "Requiem for a Dream" (two movies I wanted to see with her, I also wanted to see with her "Being John Malkovich" and "Memento", but didn't had the time).&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from Jaz, the party I was invited to was in the morning.. not at night.. she invited me anyways, but I couldn't go because I had to work.. so, we agreed in going out at night.&lt;br /&gt;At the end, there was Jaz, "cousin" and me.&lt;br /&gt;First we went to a party with my brother, where he was invited by his girlfriend.. and she was invited by a friend.. hehe. I saw my daughter Clo there!! but it was the only person I knew, so I got tired soon and wanted to leave. In the meantime, cousin and Jaz spent some time dancing, where my cousin and her "bellydance technique" got the attention of 80% of the guys in there.&lt;br /&gt;First we went to the "Bebotero", but as soon as we arrived, we made up our minds (lots of "old" people). After that, it was a fact that the girls wanted to dance, so due the previous experience of 2 weeks ago.. we tried going to the "Angels". No use.. cousin didn't have ID.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. where else could we go? we were near Chapultepec, so we went to a place (don't remember the name) where you can play pool while drinking.. and so we did. Sadly, we could only play pool for half and hour, but while this happened, cousin drank some Tequila and got "relaxed" (as she called it, jajaja). After they closed, we went to the Banana's to go on with the party a little longer.. but once more, they closed and kicked us out.&lt;br /&gt;We still wanted to go on partying.. but this time, we went to the "Cubos".&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. good times there.. talking, making bets and licking tubes!!! JAJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;Memorable times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this is what I've been through. I think I could go on writing some more.. but I bet you're getting tired of reading (if you're not, I'm getting tired of writing.. so I'll stop anyways)&lt;br /&gt;My parents are soon going to Spain.. so, good times seem to be coming. Maybe I'll organize the first fest with the Padillas missing.. maybe not..&lt;br /&gt;See ya later guys! I hope I can get back internet in my PC so I'll post more often, and I might see you around in the messenger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112537362634935640?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112537362634935640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112537362634935640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112537362634935640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112537362634935640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/08/coming-out-of-dark.html' title='Coming out of the dark..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112424555820045619</id><published>2005-08-16T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:25:58.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes / Fun / Blargh..</title><content type='html'>Seems like this time is for sure.. I'll be moving once more. When? Next monday.. That's in 6 days! so, a lot of work's coming.&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, I might dissapear for a while again from internet... altough I'll try to post from time to time from my school, it's not the same.. but well, it'll be harder, and I won't have the chance to chat with my friends by messenger..&lt;br /&gt;Also I'll have to get used to new routes for driving, new people (neighbors), and well.. everything that a change of house implies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing subject, the family of my dearest cousin (the one that sometimes comments here) is here in Mexico. They've been here since last saturday, but it was until yesterday that I could see them.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see how they've changed through the years, since I lived with them 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon with my cousin Pablo, and then at night I went out with my cousin and her chinese friend Helen. I gotta say that it was pretty nice. She was a cute, nice, funny, intelligent girl.. besides she told me I'm cute and charming.. hehe, so that gives her many points!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. we went to see a movie ("The Island", it was cool, I recomend it) and we were supposed to go to a disco after that.. but we couldn't because my aunt only let them go out until 12. No prob.. I suggested to see the movie and today go to the disco.. bad times Helen was leaving today, so that couldn't be done neither.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.. I just had one day to meet them.. yesterday they asked me to take them out.. they should have done so sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh.. this is the way life works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do something about the hostess that I wrote about a couple post ago.. I've found I like her, and I wanna give it a try.. no matter the age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112424555820045619?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112424555820045619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112424555820045619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112424555820045619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112424555820045619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/08/changes-fun-blargh.html' title='Changes / Fun / Blargh..'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112404115764299667</id><published>2005-08-14T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T12:39:21.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days (2)</title><content type='html'>Hehe, I don't know why, but I just forgot to write about something that I consider really important, so.. here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Old Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, before work, I received a call in my cell phone from an unknown number.. at first I didn't know who it was when I answered, but after a couple seconds I recognized her voice. It was Jaz (the first girl I fell in love with).&lt;br /&gt;She said she returned from Spain on Wednesday.. and she wanted to see me. Well, what could I do? Of course, after work I went to see her. It was.. kinda.. strange...&lt;br /&gt;I suffered for her a lot, and as long as I know, so did she. We barely had contact during her time in Spain, but when we saw each other we just smiled and hugged. It was really nice, we spent time talking in her living room about lots of things (what we've done, school, trips, heartaches, etc).&lt;br /&gt;Then some relatives of her arrived. They were nice people (I don't know how, but I ended being invited to some XV years party of a cousin). Anyhow, I hadn't eaten anything, so at some point she called me to the kitchen, and with the help of her aunt she made me dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday night, we went out with Pedro (a friend from highschool). He's gay.. so, for some reason, we ended going to the "Angels". After hearing a lot about this place, at last I got in it.&lt;br /&gt;It was cool, not as bad as I thought.. the only guy who tried anything with me was Pedro, and it was because he was joking. We had some beers and danced. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Back from the Angels, Pedro left to his home.. and I had the time and energies to go on, so Jaz and I decided to keep the party on. We went to a bar, to the F-Bolko.. but it was already closed (damn suckers! why almost all of the bars and stuff close at 3 am?). So, we went back to her house, we went out to the garden and kept on drinking some Tequila.&lt;br /&gt;All nice.. we kept on talking a lot, very good times! She was leaving to Puebla today at 6 am.. so, we said goodbye once more around 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;It's a quite nice feeling. Like.. all this time passed, but now that we saw each other.. it was like we had never lost contact. And, now that she's back in Mexico, we'll be seeing each other more often (she'll be coming in 2 weeks for that XV years party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. silly me, forgetting to post about all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112404115764299667?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112404115764299667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112404115764299667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112404115764299667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112404115764299667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/08/these-days-2.html' title='These Days (2)'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112399245431370412</id><published>2005-08-14T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:11:26.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days</title><content type='html'>Many things have happened to me this week, and I haven't had the time or patience to write about them. Now I will, and I'll try to do it as they happened (if I can remember that correctly).. if not, they shall be written as I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Stereo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I got a stereo for my car. Since my accident last year, I hadn't had a decent one. It costed a bit more that I had thought spending in it. But.. I've enjoyed it a lot, and I don't regret it. It was worth the money. Also, I didn't know it played mp3, and it does!! so, that's another good advantage.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;100 Dollars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father gave a recomendation.. if I want to start on saving some money, I should start buying dollars.. at least now that they're not THAT expensive. How much? well, buying $100 dlls a month sounds a good amount of money. Doing so, at the end of my career I should have like $500 dlls at least. And by the time I finish my titulation course, I should have around $700.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not much, but it's something that could pay at least a round plane ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Getting Another Job&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I was "hired" by a friend to be a waiter in a private meal for 30 ppl. It was a hard job. We got there at 10:30 am and we left at 10 pm. The good thing is that I got almost the same money that I'd have got in the whole week in my work (I got $700). That made me think of getting another job.. but not like replacing the one I have now, but having 2.&lt;br /&gt;I know that probably I won't be able to hold it for too long, but I wanna give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The New Hostess&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new hostess at work, she's cute and funny so far. It seems that she likes me and I kinda like her too. But (I know, there's always gotta be a "but").. she's kinda young. She looks older than she actually is.. still her age bothers me somehow..&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? or what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dessert Guy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, I'm once more the desserts guy.. argh, I hate it! Though I should be kinda proud for the reason I'm there.. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;The reason? Because the owner likes how I work in there. He has hired like 3 girls for that position now, but they haven't been good enough for what the owner wants. Luckily, a new girl just arrived, and the owner likes how she works.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that now I gotta teach her how to do everything, and if she learns soon, hopefully I'll be getting to what I like again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Last" Fest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we got togheter at Sergio's department to have our last drinking fest before Hector and Victor go to Canada. Sergio, Alfa, an alfa's friend (don't remember his name), Hector Luis, Hector, Victor and me went there. We had lots of fun, laughs.. and of course, alcohol! It was pretty fun, and it had been a while since we last had a drinking fest. It might pass some time until we can have another one..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good times! Hope I can get the pictures taken soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112399245431370412?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112399245431370412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112399245431370412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112399245431370412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112399245431370412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/08/these-days_13.html' title='These Days'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112347765393172948</id><published>2005-08-08T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:07:33.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I decided I can't go on like this.. there's not much that I can do about having to go to work and school, but the rest of the time is something I can change (or at least I can try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to change the place where I work because it fits pretty good with the time I need to go to school and have a proper sleep. After all.. school is supposed to be the most important thing for me to be thinking now, there will be a lot of time for living after that. If I can't do anything about school and I'll be going anyways, at least I should get the best results I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if I don't make much sense, but I'm distracted with the TV, music in the PC and of course my really confused mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. back to what I was saying.. I hate school, ok! I had said that before.. I want to get out of here, right.. I can't for now, not until I get my degree.. so, what should I do??&lt;br /&gt;Fuck myself! (and not in the fun way).. I just have to go on, and hope time passes by as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Today I did some excercise again.. hehe, it hurts :P, but it also feels good. I'll try to start making exercise in my house everyday. It'll be hard.. more than the physical thing to actually take time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Victor made me think that I'm actually going in the wrong way drinking as I was (though it was becoming a routine, but merely for "coincidence"). Well, I'll try not to drink except on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to also start some tramits for my citizenship in Canada (or whatever it is that I need to go on living officially there). I'll look for a job that pays better and spends less of my time too. I've got some ideas on my mind, the thing is finding out how to make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to keep my mind busy.. I'm not totally free yet.. I still think of her from time to time.. and altough it's not as often as before, it still happens. But, time helps.. and so does the distance..&lt;br /&gt;So, what screwed big times my life once, now it shall help. Funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112347765393172948?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112347765393172948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112347765393172948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112347765393172948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112347765393172948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112313197928122285</id><published>2005-08-03T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T00:06:19.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired</title><content type='html'>I wish I just could quit all this.. school, work.. in other words, my current life. Everyday it's harder for me to wake up in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time in my life when everyday I'd wake up full of energies, ready for the day to come, ready for living!.. now they're gone. I wake up everyday and I don't want to get up, I don't want to go to school.. I almost don't eat.. I only go to work because somehow I need the money and if I didn't my parents would get too mad at me.. I hate all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost weight lately.. I can't say how much because I don't have a scale, but I can notice with my clothes. Another thing that also has been happening to me is that not only I don't eat because I don't have time to.. but because I don't feel like it (I mean, of course I eat, but not as much as a guy of my size and age should). It's getting usual that I have headaches and that my neck hurts.. I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape. I want to run away. I want to start on living again.. to feel happy in the morning and expect the next day to come. I've been getting used to drink more that I should.. (like 4 times a week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting the days to get out of school.. december it's my goal.. I hope I can make it still standing for that time.. seems so far away. I don't know what will happen when this year finishes.. I gotta take a course after finishing my studies that lasts like 1 month.. after that, I'll be free. I still don't know what I'll do.. If I'll go on living somewhere else, start working.. or keep on studying somewhere else.. It's hard to tell, but the truth is that this time, I'll make sure I can make what I really want, and that I can make what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.. I'm just tired.. I don't feel like doing anything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112313197928122285?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112313197928122285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112313197928122285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112313197928122285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112313197928122285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112282745644071785</id><published>2005-07-31T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T11:30:56.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>I talked to Pancho on friday, and he said he was gonna go alone to the F-Bolko to an electronic music presentation, and he was gonna go alone.. well, I talked to Joey, and we decided to go there too, so we'd meet Pancho there. The thing is that Pancho had told me to call him to tell him what we were gonna do, but I didn't because he had said he'd go alone...&lt;br /&gt;Pancho never arrived. But it was cool, talking to Joey, listening music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on saturday I talked to Victor, and he said he was in his house watching a movie with Hector and Wend, and he'd call when they had decided what to do (but he never called, bitch).. anyway, I wanted to see Pancho because I hadn't seen him the day before. I went to his house and he told me there were plans to go to 'Puerta 22' with Richie, Baca (or Vaca, I dunno)... and her!&lt;br /&gt;Meh.. what the fuck.. I wanted to go out, and that sounded like a fun plan. And after all, it was a very good idea! I had a lot of fun talking with Pancho and Richie. Baca (or Vaca, I dunno) and Ireri kept talking most of the time just the 2 of them. We, in our side of the table kept on talking and drinking (we had 2 'cubetas').&lt;br /&gt;I think I had never really talked to Richie before, but he's a great dude. Let's see if I can see him later on and get to have a good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a guy that I had seen the day before in the F-Bolko, out of the nothing got near me to say "hi".. It.. suprised me.. I didn't expect him to do that, but it felt strangely cool. And I gotta mention too that I had seen him before, I just didn't know where.. so I asked him where does he study.. in the ITESO. I studied there only 1 year, but thanks to that I've met many people like this.. or it has happened to me more than once that in some party I see a familiar face, and I'm familiar to him/her, and we start talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw a girl friend (girl and friend separated) from high school! she had gone to England, and she had just arrived! It's always nice to see old friends. And even more nice to make new ones. I'll be looking fordward for that friendship with Richie, and also that guy that said 'hi'.. let's see if he can be at least those "friendly faces" that you know you can talk with if you get to encounter in some place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, right now.. to work!&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'll be going to visit Oliver.. he arrived today (and for his safety, I hope that he brought my TOEFL results).. hehehe, see y'all.&lt;br /&gt;And.. there are more than a couple drinking nights promised to me that I'm willing to have, so get prepared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112282745644071785?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112282745644071785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112282745644071785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112282745644071785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112282745644071785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112234676900884567</id><published>2005-07-25T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:59:29.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Material Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>There are some certain things that I've "always" wanted to have.. not desperately, but as an ideal or something like that. As en example, once I wanted to have my own PC, TV, Katana (japanese sword), Shaker (for mixing drinks).. and now I've got them all!&lt;br /&gt;Most of these things (except for the PC which I use daily, and the TV that I use as an alarm every morning) I don't really use these things. But, as I said, they're like a wish I've had all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I got one of those stupid things I've always wanted and that's it's almost for sure that I'll never give it a proper use.. I got a blowgun! (in spanish: cervatana) hehehe, yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;It came with 12 darts that actually have pointy tips!&lt;br /&gt;By now, I've just been trying my aiming (which I gotta presume, is really good!) just shooting trees and one or another palm trees. Wow! The longest shot I made was like from 15 m. (that's like 45 ft I think) and it actually was kinda hard to take the dart out of the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless consumism, since I feel it was a money worth spending.. so far..&lt;br /&gt;...maybe I'll be thinking otherwise later on.. when I need money for something important and I don't have any..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also, I had made me to the idea of buying one bottle of some liquor every week, for that thing of preparing drinks that I came to like, but I have now like a month without buying any.. also, I wanna get some (actually many) DVD's.. and that's something I only get in original..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. money money money.. gosh, how it dissapears with so many little useless things. But anyway, I'm happy because I have money for spending in all those little 'self presents' whenever I feel like. After all, that's what money is for, right?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not spending it all... I'm also saving most part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be happy, and go get some silly useless thing you've been wanting. And don't feel guilty later.. just enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112234676900884567?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112234676900884567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112234676900884567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112234676900884567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112234676900884567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/07/material-satisfaction.html' title='Material Satisfaction'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112222372529710447</id><published>2005-07-24T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T11:48:45.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out</title><content type='html'>Friday was all nice, I could go to Hector's party at 'Pancho Reatas', and it was cool. Lot of people went there, lot of friends (Joey, Victor, Mariel, Hector Luis, Sergio, Alan, Memo, Pollo..) and I also met some new people! I had never gone this place before, but I liked it. For the name, I imagined it was gonna be some place with Banda music playing all the time, lot's of guys dancing all around.. luckily, it wasn't so.&lt;br /&gt;There, I had a good talk with Vick, in which later Sergio joined. We played pool (damn, we're bad at it!).&lt;br /&gt;At some point, they had to close the place, so they asked us to leave. We wanted to continue the party somewhere else (all but Hector), but we didn't get to a plan, so we first went to the hot-dogs in front of that place.. but they were closed. After that, we went to an Oxxo so Memo could eat something.. we stayed inside of there talking.. everything ended around 3:15 am, so I was  back home around 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday I went out with Mario (an old friend from highschool). It was really fun, I had years (actually years) without seeing him, but suddenly late this week we started talking again, and making plans to hang out this weekend. And so we did, we went to the 'Wall Street' bar. We arrived almost at the same time, and we were expecting another friend with his wife (that dumb guy married at 21).. but he never arrived..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we found in there 2 girls Mario knew, so we stayed with them. We talked a little bit, drank, and danced. The girls left around 1:30.. and I didn't want to stay up too late again, so I left around 2 am. Mario stayed because he had to pick up his sister in another place near there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. going out like this ain't bad at all, and I think I'll try to start going out more often and to more places! Still, I haven't spent much money, and that's good too.. that's something I want to start saving some more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112222372529710447?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112222372529710447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112222372529710447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112222372529710447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112222372529710447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/07/going-out.html' title='Going out'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112174207449110234</id><published>2005-07-18T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:01:14.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to the cinema with her.. we saw Land of the Dead (don't see it, it ain't good.. unless you just wanna see some blood and gore), anyway, the point is that I went with her.. the first idea was watching the "Fantastic 4" movie.. but she said she heard it wasn't good, and I heard that too.. so we entered the other movie instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally bad idea!! it's a scary movie.. and, it made her get scared (as it's supposed to do a film like that). I felt like hugging her.. but, how to do it? the problem wasn't actually putting my arm over her shoulders, but what she could think, how she could react.. y'know..&lt;br /&gt;I thought many times about doing this.. and after a few screams from her, I finally did it.. it was quite noticeable that she was uncomfortable.. so I retired my arm.&lt;br /&gt;A second time she looked scared, and I did the same.. once more, the result was the same.. bad reaction. Probably I shouldn't have done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking I'm a sucker.. but my thought of today was that, after being a couple, we were good friends.. really good friends.. If we can't be a couple, if she can't be my girlfriend again, then I want to be her friend. I want to at least have that friendship back again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that after a relationship like this, nothing is ever the same as it used to be again.. but, this is like my last hope.. and they also say that hope dies last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112174207449110234?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112174207449110234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112174207449110234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112174207449110234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112174207449110234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m Trying'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112165932419212364</id><published>2005-07-18T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:02:04.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>I gotta say that that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been just cheating myself, because although I know I said I was free, now I feel I'm not that much better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of all the things that little by little made the relationship fade away.. like the fact that I didn't have much time to spend with her due to the school and work, so we didn't had much time togheter..&lt;br /&gt;That's just one example of what I've been thinking.. and the only one I'll post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, another thing is that 90% of the times I'd hang out, it'd be with her.. so it's kinda hard to find someone else now to hang out with. Also, I used to spend most of my day time thinking about her, and I still do.. it's only that now I try to supress those thoughts.. I'm trying hard.. but I can't.. I'm still used to think about her. I miss the feeling of knowing that she's there for whenever I might need her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past days I have been living as a single guy again. Hanging out everyday.. even I had some "affairs" with a girl on friday!&lt;br /&gt;But.. it's not the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh! I wish I had a time machine to put a FFW and travel in time like a couple months, so I wouldn't feel pathetic like this. I wouldn't be thinking so much in her. I'll be used to being alone again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112165932419212364?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112165932419212364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112165932419212364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112165932419212364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112165932419212364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/07/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559327.post-112140429639992937</id><published>2005-07-14T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:11:36.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Wordless)</title><content type='html'>Damn it!! I gotta tell you all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read, yesterday I went to Ireri's house to talk to her.. didn't find her.. so I went today too.. as usual, she wasn't there.. only this time I went with Pancho, so we were talking while waiting.. I called her and she told me she was gonna go to "les fleures du mort" (a bar) to leave a painting.. so, since I had a dinner with my aunt, I went there and Pancho left to his home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dinner, I only ate and left (I said I had to go help a friend who had crashed his car and called me while I was in the bathroom.. heh! right.. ).. of course, I went to that bar.. to see her! For being honest, I had in my mind talk to her, solve all of the problems we had.. and become a couple again.. it didn't happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how things went on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I asked her that I wanted an honest talk, being 100% sincere.. after hesitating a little bit.. she agreed..&lt;br /&gt;Most of it, I was the one talking or making questions.. she said she wasn't interested in knowing anything.. so, I said everything I had wanted to tell her (almost everything, I'll tell you later what I didn't..).. what I felt during the relationship.. regrets.. points of view on some thing.. that sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;She confesed that she cheated on me.. heh! as if I didn't expected that.. after the way she used to go out with all those guys all the time.. anyway.. the point is, I said it all..&lt;br /&gt;She made clear she doesn't regret of breaking up, she doesn't feel anything for me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the bar, walked to her car, said goodbye, hugged (because she wanted to), but when we hugged.. I felt.. good, I felt at ease.. I started walking away, I turned to tell her that I still loved her, that my main point of that visit was coming back togheter.. but I didn't.. I made like 3 steps, and turned around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away to my car (I had to walk like 2 blocks).. first I felt like crying.. but I couldn't.. then it started to dissapear.. when I got to my car, I just felt like I had to be sad.. but didn't felt like so anymore.. I took out of my head all those sentimental problems I had..&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, on the radio, 2 of the songs that most made me cry these past days started playing.. I know the lyrics very well, so I started singing.. What a surprise it was when I found myself singing and smiling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I am feeling actually so SO HAPPY!! I don't know exactly what happened, or how it happened.. but it's like all that love I still felt a few hours ago is now gone.. now I'm glad I didn't tell her I still loved her.. I can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the talk all that shit of "I'm the evil one here".. "don't feel guilty, it's not you.. it's me" and all those things came out again.. bah! right! as if I didn't know about those excuses.. I don't need anyone's pity for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this suffering, I think I'm already healed.. I learned new things that will be useful for my life, and that's the most important thing. I'm ready to go on and love again.. love someone that deserves this, someone that will respect me and treat me right.. someone that doesn't make me feel sad so often (like 3 times a week!.. heh! guess all of you didn't know this..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck! I'll start over again on this search for that special person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559327-112140429639992937?l=cfbs1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/feeds/112140429639992937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559327&amp;postID=112140429639992937' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112140429639992937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559327/posts/default/112140429639992937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfbs1.blogspot.com/2005/07/wordless.html' title='(Wordless)'/><author><name>Shadow Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617331660196813787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2u4ZDFmG6pI/SMGJsJsH6sI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/V8kZmvPkFd4/S220/Scythe+Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
