When you're right your right!!!

I know I'm very arrogant and pedantic. I can't help it, I enjoy my arrogance, and it's not something that'll change soon. Why???? Well, the answer is quite easy, I'm usually right, -about certain things-. I was right about the stupid bitch afro )#/$%$("&)!(1) and my good ol' friend had to admit it last night -at a party of course-. Because to my expierience, there's no better place to clear the air, like in a party.

He told me me: "Yes, he's not a friend, yes, he's opportunistic, and yes I don't trust him", That phrase alone made me the happiest person in the party. and I blurted out: "Was he worth us fighting over???". He quickly responded: "No he wasn't".

I know I don't have many talents, but I'm good at pin pointing people that are shitty. And I love pointing it out, and not swallowing my words.

(1) Story that I promised to tell, way back in: Another..., but it's not really worth a space in this blog. He's not even worth a space in this world hahaha.

I have no excuse....

I know I know.... I've been an irresponsible-unforgivable person lately, I haven't updated this thing in almost 2 months. But I haven't been on vacation, therefore can I be forgotten?

But I swear..... I've been hella's busy.... and I promise I will write of my life experiences and learnings once I'm done with this short story for a rally. Wish me luck. And to all of my friends..... sorry I have been a lousy abandoner (how very bitchy of me).

PD... Yeah, my campaign LOST I will tell you all about it later, damn it... but it wasn't my fault I was a wonderful adviser and I was right.... like George Stephanopoulos and Dick Morris with Clinton in the good old days.

Could it be???

d. IT'S WRITTEN

I think it's not only written, but a day like today 2 years ago.... he was destined, and I wasn't.

Anything can be fixed with a CUBA!!

Well almost anything, as it turns out, as some of my readers know: I have issues with my lil sis, and yesterday I casually had to pick her up at a partaaaay. So I went to get her, alongside with a good friend of mine, and suddenly we ended up going to another party, in which my sister socialized, and she finally speaks to me again!! Since she has been pissed at me for a month, and I never completley understood why! hahaha.


I spent a wonderful saturday, alongside with a couple of highschool friends, and some great Havanna Club and Jack Daniel's!! hahaha

Can you believe it?? All thanks to serving her a couple of drinks! hahahaha

PD Well I must get back to the red carpet, I loved the way Brad Pitt dodged Ryan Secrest- an annoying lil prick-. Cuz I'm like that! hahah Untile next time!!!

Goood ol' Ferras...

The less we have to lose the less we care! Fear those whom have nothing to lose in this life!!

That’s the leason which the “good old ‘Ferras’” made me learn. Who is he? What did he do? The story is quite Mexican, although… I will try to translate the good juicy details…

Here’s the scene, so you can feel the ambient: A guy is standing in the line up –the one where the cops take pictures- Like so…. - Yes, just like the d12 poster-.

A "sly" reporter -like most of the reporters in this land- hahaha- goes up to Ferras… and he immediately starts of telling “his facts”, throught a story with no chronological order o sense - in that matter-.

“My name is Felipe Ferras Goméz, sir. I’m from Veracruz. The dude came up to me with a chain and 500 pesos. He told me “I don’t give a fuck what you do, to me your just a shitface”. I told my mother “I’m going to stab that motherfucker”. My mother said “Nooo Ferraz don’t beee maaad, calm down”. Ugh, my damn knees hurt like crazy.

The reporter asks : Did you kill him?

Ferras: Afirmative.

Reporter: What happened?

Ferras: We went to the train tracks, and there he tried to stab me… I avoided them “saa saaa saaa”. The mother fucker… got pissed, but started running. That’s when everything went to hell, and then I threw cold bullets. You know cold bullets. He screamed… “Ferras, stop”. Hell no, you drink it or you spill it!!

Reporter: Where did you meet him?

Ferras: Pancho Viejo, Vercruz The mo fo, was arrested in Veracruz.

Reporter: Why were you arrested?

Ferras: We worked together. The files are there, you can check the computer… Ok, umm domicile robbery. I already paid that. Now all I owe is for him. He said he was going to fornicate with my sister and my mother! When I started shooting he was all up like “nooo stop, I’m sorry”. I can’t deny it… I did it… he’s going to say I did it "ohh he stabbed me” I don’t regret it, damn fag! I did it I’ll pay… I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m 24, Ill be out in 30, I’ll be 54, no problem I’ll pay!! He can’t talk about my mother. My name Is Ferrras. I send a shout out, to Jannet Guadalupe Contreras, alias la mimosa. Who works in a radio station, in Radio Rolas.

END OF STORY

Damn I feel kind of bad for the guy’s lawyer. He was probably screaming: “Shut up”. “Don’t say a single thing”. Ferras is the clear example, that cynicism exists sometimes far more than we would like it to.
Hell, I love cynicism, I'm one of the biggest cynics I know -haha- But hey, there's a limit between saying what you feel like because you know that nothing can come of it, and saying things... that do have consequences -more than just pissing someone off-.such as loosing your freedom. Most of the things we do, we do them because we can, and we feel like doing them. Therefor, this guy should have kept his mouth shut, and hell, he could've argued "self-defense-.

ROCKANDROLLA- movie

A long time ago when I had my 2MB connexion I downloaded a ton of movies.... one of them was ROCKANDROLLA, yeah you know that Guy Richie flick. I must admit I didn't really like Snatch that much, and I'm not fond of Guy, but I enjoyed this movie. It has a great scenry, good actors, a wonderful script... but above everything else, it's got some ass kicking phrases, or as I like to call them, LIFE MOTTOS! haha


The intro, after the credits there's the phrase:
"People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drugs, drums, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot".

Ok the other scene I loved, and not because of the mottos, but because of the direction.... would be the dance scene with Gerard Butler & Thandie Newton. The song which goes perfectly is by Flash & The Plan, and it's called: Waiting for a train.

And last but not least, and for that reason no less importaint; is my favorite part of the whole movie. Why? The answer is quite simple, because one day, I hope not very far away I wish I get the chance to slap someone silly, with a good old fashioned Archie Slap:

hahaha: "There's no need for strong violence".

Wierd couple of days

OK Go!!
These have been a couple of interesting days, up until today. As it turns out I got offered a job… yes… another job.
On Monday I went to the interview and everything, I could have gotten it, but I refused it.

It would have been quite complicated to fit everything in, 2 jobs, school, and partaaays. As I have previously have repeated “I like my comfortable life”. And as my father put it “it’s a big sacrifice, is it worth it? Is it necessary?” Turns out he’s right –something that he hasn’t been for a long time-. Besides, the job had nothing to do with my major.

Even though I bitch a lot about my job at college, I actually enjoy it there, the perks are great, it’s simple, clean cut, and the commodities are good too. –This is how I convince myself-.

On Monday I also went to see a friend, who used to work in county. He asked me to help him pimp out a magazine that he’s sort of running. So I got to thinking, and got the “gang” together on Tuesday – Fer, Cora and Mimmie-, so we started brainstorming, and we will make this zine ours biatches!! It’s a good way to start a year don’t cha think?

Ughh, on the other hand I don't get men. The story of my life: there's this guy and we really hit it off, but no one acts upon their feelings DAMN IT!!!

PD. Yeaah I’m quite exited, because in exactly 6 days Obama will become president. He will sit in his desk in the oval office with his feet placed upon it; and say “Daaamn, I’m one smart negro. Ohhh Now I see how Monica got under the desk, it’s quite spacious.”

A long year in deed!!

2008.... was a year full of a lot of things.... new findings, resignations, fun, a little bit of everything. As I rang in 09 with some cuba libres ,Osvaldinho, his family and my sister I realized I wasted some of my time in things that I shouldn't have, or that weren't worthwhile. Therefore, I'm not going to make a new years resolution about "quitting smoking, loosing weight, stop procrastinating", I'm going to make one that will help me a whole lot more in the future.

My new year resolution will consist of not wasting my time, I will be a whole lot productive; there's nothing worse than throwing away my time, and life for that matter. I learned right up till the end that I had abandoned good people, people who are worth it, and I had focused my attention to a certain person that will never be, a person not willing to make a choice, therefore I made it for him.


I'm going to do all the things that I should have done2 years ago. And that's about it folks. I wish that everyone has a wonderful 09, I wish that the best of 08 is the worse of 08 (just like a good friend told me on new years eve).

This starts now..... c-ya!!!

Having the time of my life!!!

Yeaah, life's most certainly become a blast!!!

I had a great 1st week of school, which is actually a 1st, since senior year. I really can't complain, the intensity of things has most certainly lowered. And of course, less importance, to more people!! hahaha
And therefore I mixed it up a little with the teachers this semester, and it's destined to be a great semester filled with....a little bit of everything. I just hope I'm able in changes to insert my two switches. If not some administrative, bureaucratic bitches are going to have to hear me out, I deserve it, all thanks to my GPA.
In other matters, I've been having a wonderful weekend, since Thursday hahaha the oficial starting line!! hahaha, well toodles, must go, a wonderful partaaayyy aproaches.

And remember, "an eye is upon you", thanks to Shoyo whom made it all possible!

PD... have nothing to do on a Friday o Satarday night??? HEY!!! KEEP IN MIND.... you can always insult me!! hahahahahha

jajajaja, "FUCK ME"??

That's what pathetic people comment on a Saturday night at 1: 00 AM. Don't you have something better to do??? It's quite clear some folks don't have a life, so they destine their free time to writing a series of "Fuck yous", sometimes with grammatical mistakes, because hey, I can't expect some folks to write in English hahaha, especially the type of folks that remain anonymous and IGNORANT

I would publish the comments that are insulting, because hey, I'm all for the freedom of speech but there are limits, and I refuse to publish anything anonymous. If you have the "nuts" to write "fuck you", you must also have the balls to write your "fucking" name. I don't care if people don't agree with me, I have even published comments of people who think the opposite of what I write, but they write it respectfully. If you want to make me feel bad, an insult isn't the key, do it with intelligence, any one can insult me, but few people can make their point with IQ.

It's my "fucking" blog, and I can say what ever the "fuck" I want, and if that makes some people nauseous, well live with it, hahahaha. Or better yet, DON'T VISIT MY BLOG!!! You always have a choice in what you read haha, I deeply regret the fact that I can't be friends with bitchy ass, cowards hahahaha..... cheers!!

Puff....

Yeaah, due to a friend, I found out: the breathalyzer in commercial use exists in this country (MEXICO), for those who didn't know!! hahaha Though it doesn't give out a reading, it's tiiight though! hahahah.
It's a tiny key chain, that turns red or green depending on the level.And it can be found in Steren

Heyyy, it’s my right for medical attention….my taxes pay for your salary

Ok, so my mother had a bit of a fall, leaving work, so I had to hitch a ride to go pick her up. And she got al nervous and hysterical, so I had to take her to the hospital… I hate hospitals, I truly hate them, and everything that comes along with them: the smell, doctors, sick people, the colors, ugh. It makes me very ill, even the thought of it. The give me the hibie gibies.

But anyways, we entered the emergency room, and everyone there in pain, children crying, people competing seeing who is sicker. I went to register my mother, and TADAAA I thought “damn it, I’m going to be here useless hours”, because deep down inside I know my mother tends to exaggerate health issues.

Therefore, I went up, and started speaking loudly to get some attention, I knocked on the preexam room, and talked to a doctor, exaggerating the circumstances, it was kind of fun “she could have a concussion, she lost consciousness”, “she has circulatory problems, and she’s shaking”, “please I know there’s a lot of people here, I know this is a public healthcare service, but could you just take a look at her?”. YEaaahhHH!! I won, he let her in, sent her to x-rays.

And in less than an hour we were outa there with the appropriate meds, and everything. It was tiiiight hahahaha I looooooveee requesting my rights in public services!!! So remember if you’re in a crisis, just send out an S.O.S, and… crazy maniac, yAzZzz comes to the rescue.

Well, I must go now, tomorrow I get up early to take the course to take the medical exams to the freshmen. I love being in the welcoming comitee, I get to scout for a future husband at my college.

PD. Yeaah I bought a violin at a great price that makes oooh sooo happy!!!

Beware of people like such

Ok, so I don’t have many friends in college, God himself knows I like people, I just don’t like people close to me, hahaha, but what happens when people don’t trust you? It gets just a tad complicated; so I’m going to enlighten you with a nonfiction story.

A long time ago, in the far away land of the Department of Social and Political Science, at a College in one of those 3^rd world countries, there was this group of friends, which weren’t really friends, though they liked to think they were.

There was a particular member of this certain group, this little girl, she wasn’t a bad person she just had a zillion issues with herself and that made her just a bit problematical, and what the hell, a HUGE DRAMA QUEEN!! She loooooveees the drama, more than Shakespeare, this is usually because her life is just a tad empty, and it’s “entertaining” for her to make up her life like a crappy daytime soap.

As it turns out, this girl really really “LOVES”, she can meet a guy one day, and 12 hours later, she claims “loving” him. It’s quite weird, it’s underestimating love, you kind of have to know someone a little more than 12 hours to “love” him, don´t you?

The problem with the men she “loves” is that they have questionable morals; and are usually two faced suckers who “act” loyal, honest and carrying but they actually use women. This is quite funny if you think about it. So as it turns out this young lady spends her days justifying the ways of these men, and these men usually hit on her friends.

That’s not the worst part of this story, this girl usually puts the blame on her friends, she is blinded by “love”, and she blames her friends who interact with her “man” of being traitors and whores who “mess with her man”. So if you are her friend, it is recommended that you don’t speak with her “man”.

So this little girl doesn’t trust her friends, though she tries to hide it. This problem surfaces because the boy is usually a little lying crappy son of a bitch but, she can’t “not trust him” because: “he’s such a good person”. The saddest part of this sob story, the girl has self esteem issues; she blames her friends of all the males’ faults, because it’s easy, it’s easier to justify everything saying “that bitch got up all in ‘my’ man, instead of putting the blame on herself. Freud followers would have a kick with a study at this particular case.

It doesn’t really end here, as it turns out, all the people who tried to befriend this girl, you must be totally demagogic, and say exactly what she wants to hear, if you don’t, “you don´t get her”, “you don’t care about her”, and you’re “just about the worst person in her life”. The only thing I can say about this case… BEWARE OF PEOPLE LIKE THOSE DESCRIBED IN THIS ANECDOTE. DISTANCE YOUR SELF. You don’t want to be caught up in the drama, or do you?

Dang, and I thought high school was over with.

PD. Damn I’m sorry, I haven’t put up any more pictures it’s just I couldn’t find appropriate ones; I promise I’ll add some later on.