Going out on my own... Always the best way to meet ppl!

I left the apartment at midnight, which b.t.w. is a great time to start the evening out.

I was determined to find a place to park my lovely behind (getting lovelier by the hour since I started going to the gym) and a couple of days ago, while on my way to El Corte Ingles to buy groceries, I had spotted this Irish pub... It was closed, but only understandable, it was too early for Irish coffee! But I knew it was the perfect place to start exploring the local water holes. I wasn't mistaken! Thus, Friday night shoes... here we go! All routes lead to the pub.

After my ill fated attempt to order a cosmo, a "blue lagoon" seemed to be in my nearest future... not bad, I might add. Anyway, half a drink later, and with the power of foresight predicting rush hour coming... I approached Betty, the joint's owner, for some direction on which way should I turn in order to have some fun and meet new people... Her response was nothing short of post haste! She brought her daughter to my corner of the bar, and following introductions she was quick to point Mariana was "the girl"! And indeed she was!

Besides Zona Hermetica, which is sort of a mall containing within its walls a vast array of discos and musical clubs for all tastes, the one that really caught my attention was El Barro. An after hours that opens when everybody else is closing and keeps open until 6 am. My kind of place! Really, just love after hours! The characters you can find in such a place, go from the baroque to the post modernism absurd!

So... Tonight I honestly had planned to stay home and get some zzzz's but, I am so unpredictable... or not?

Who said the word party????? Cause that's where you'll always find me! No doubts about it, whatsoever!

TBC...

The groom eloped with the priest!

It sounds weird, I know... But I swear it is the truth!

Remember I told you about these two guys fighting over my attention???? Well, one of them wanted Keyla to marry us, she was gonna be the priest officiating the ceremony. All that, cause she was the one who introduced us.

When it became clear I wasn't going to do shit with him, not even a little kiss... He started trying everything that had worked for him in the past... without any positive results for him, of course! lol

On the other hand, I was starting to feel oppressed with his passes, so... I suggested he should dance with Keyla... I didn't even waited for an answer, I just walked away and let them be.

Half an hour later, I turned around and they weren't only dancing... they were making out! Heavy stuff making out! hahahaha
My little device worked perfect for me, I was able to get rid of the unsuitable suitor, plus Keyla seemed to have found a partner in crime.

And that's when it occurred to me... My groom had eloped with the priest! lol
Needless to say that he didn't get it... she did! And just like that, when the time for goodbyes came, and all of us thought they were gonna leave together... Keyla surprised us all, by saying goodnight to the groom, leaving him all dressed and ready in the altar!

Una noche de copas, una noche loca...

I was preparing dinner, had my brother on the phone and my friends online giving me the updates on the match between Spain and Russia... Not that I needed it! Cause the gathering of friends on the bar downstairs was making so much noise that it almost seemed I was right there with them, watching the match on TV... (mine broke)

Laura, my roommate, invited me to go out dancing... I knew if I stayed here it would be impossible to sleep... Spain had just won the match 3-0. The cars passing by were honking their horns, and the rest of Sabadell was throwing fireworks all over town... Tomorrow there will be lots of absentees at work.........

I left everything I was doing as is, and off we went to Trauma, a disco downtown. There, we were meeting with 2 of Laura's friends... Keyla and Lani. The disco was not packed, I could still breathe once inside. The music was an eclectic mix of latin, hip-hop and reggaeton... Perfect for dancing, and so we did.

After a while, men started to flock around like vultures! They were buying us drinks and inviting us to dance. Among the vultures, a couple of nice innocent sparrows! They were friends with Laura and co. and around 3 am, they invited us to go to the disco next door... Roxy Blue Barcelona. That one was really posh, I wouldn't mind to have some of its decor in my bedroom.

The walls were covered with perforated steel panels, a blueish neon light coming from behind gave the feeling you were in outer space! The music here was more hip-hop and house. The patrons, a little more stylish than in Trauma, and the finishing touch for the ambiance!

Again, and I am starting to think it is because I am so not available, two guys fighting for my attention! Plzzzzzzzz! Leave me alone!!! One of them wanted to introduce me to his mother and all! And yes, HE DID MENTION MARRIAGE, again... At least he didn't mention Las Vegas or Elvis! lol

The other, brought his friend over to tell me how nice a guy he was, that it was my loss if I didn't give him a chance, and blah, blah, blah... All this time, my response was I don't care how nice he is, I don't know him! His friend kept saying, "but I do! and he is a really nice person!", only to find the same answer from me, over and over again... That is, until his friend got tired of the parakeet speech, and then on an attempt to sound funny, he finally says to me "I don't know him either" I started laughing, we all started laughing! And that was my "cue" to excuse myself for a moment that turned out to be IT! If you know what I mean.

This was my first night out since I got here, and all in all, I can't complain! It was fun!

We left the place around 4:30 in the morning, and headed towards the train to get back home. I wanted to have some breakfast, but there were some problems to find a place open. At 5 am when the doors on the train station opened it was starting to rain, just a few big cold drops... and I am getting a cold! So we rushed inside the station, where the wind was blowing unmercyful!

I fell asleep on the way, and when we finally made it to Sabadell if was pouring! ThxG the station is only 20 meters from home! I hope this doesn't make me sick... It would be tragic, since we all decided to get together on Saturday night to go to a Brazilian disco.

Working girls, angry jews & a bored writer... The circus has come to the Admirals Club in JFK

My flight had an 8 hour delay. There was not enough time to go into the city, not enough time for anything, or so I thought...

I decided to purchase one of those Admirals Club one day passes... ended up not paying for it! And never thought I would have to be grateful to anything Spanish, and for whatever!... But one of the girls at the counter, saw my (misfortune of... lol) passport, and in the spirit of victory (Spain over Italy) on yesterday's match, she gave me a complimentary everything! She was really raving about it, almost hysterical. Hey, whatever! In the end it worked just fine for me.

The lounge was practically deserted, just a business woman on a green coat that looked more like she had just skinned Jack Sparrow's parrot, but somehow it worked for her. A young couple, she was asleep on a chair, and him... sleeping on the floor, right at her feet and snoring! Then, it was me.

I parked my lovely ass in one of the armchairs with a little swinging table for the laptop, and next to a phone. I started charging my laptop and iPod while I watched a movie, but then fell asleep.

When I woke up the place was swarming with an electric buzz. There was people everywhere, even kids running around, disturbing the corporate starchy calm of the rest of the patrons... specially the one I renamed "the angry jew". I was still feeling tired, but already was 10 past 4 and I was supposed to board my plane at 6:10... So, I decided to make an effort and stay awake... Turned my iPod on, and started to listen to "My Favorites" playlist. An up beat tempo was just what this moment demanded!

I started looking around the room, mostly out of curiosity. Specially since it was my first time in one of these clubs, I just wanted to see what members looked like. It was then when I noticed the old guy with long white hair and "Hugh Hefner's" look, talking to a l'oreal blonde. I don't really know who was all over who! It was hard to tell, until she got up to go to the ladies' room, and then I knew... "Working girl"!!!

From that moment on, I put on my sunglasses and kept a close watch over the two of them, wanted to know what her next move would be. Not even 10 minutes past that she made a pass at him. I can't read lips, but demeanor... good enough to know what she asked. “At what time is your flight?, and “do we have time for a quickie”. I guess he answered something convenient, cause they both looked at their watches and off they went! She was leading the way, he followed closely... but not so that he couldn't see her ass moving! It just proves that there is always enough time for certain things to be done.......

I wished I had my camera with me, I would have taken some interesting pics to show you!

The next minutes I started to sing to my tunes, apparently too loud for some... cause this guy, which will be from now on known as the "angry jew"... started nodding his head in disapproval. I think I laughed at him, really hard and right on his face... He probably thought I would stop... As if! I was too bored for it!

One positive thing though... in the more than 10 hours I spent there, I met this really nice guy, Kemma. A mechanical engineer, who among other things put me, and others at ease when we all saw in despair, how the mechanics were towing our plane away from the gate and back to the hangar. He assured us there was nothing to be alarmed with, just a routine reeving of the engines!

And so it was! A couple of hours later we all were on our way to Barcelona. Me... with a new friend, Kemma, and looking forward to meet him for drinks later on this week!

Good pain!

As I was heading back home after visiting Mama Aurora at the hospital, I couldn't help thinking what the relation between life and pain is.

Sometimes, feeling pain turns out been a positive experience. Sometimes, pain is all we need to feel alive. It reminds us of our mortal condition, and therefore, makes us enjoy more the good times, whenever we have them.

It's kinda a waking-up call, if you want. How else would you know how feeling good it's like, if you didn't know pain!

I wouldn't say pain is good, but rather say there's good in pain.

Other times, and hopefully the least, it's pain what makes us wish we were dead. Just to stop feeling that excruciating sensation of total impotence before either, physical or emotional anguish. I have experienced both, and wished for the end of it as well... in the most dramatic way.

But in the end, I've come to terms with me, myself, and I that it wasn't my time to part, and if anything could be taken from the experience, an overwhelming feeling of “joie the vivre” took it's place inside me.

If I always lived my life under the motto of “carpe diem”... Well, now it's “carpe diem³”!

So, beware! Cause here comes a force of life like you haven't seen before!

A broken promise takes you shopping to Barrio Obrero

Today I wanted to go to the beach. From where I was standing, gray clouds were forming over my head coming fast at me with a strong South/Southwest breeze... I could see the blue skies afar, a Northbound promise for me... I went for it!

Just as I was stepping out the shower, Mama Aurora told me she was going to be admitted at the hospital. She hadn't been feeling well for the past days, and looked very worried when she told me the news. Now I was starting to understand why the winds were changing. The gray clouds changed colors, they were now thick and black as night. They were moving fast, and in no time at all they covered the promised land!

In the blink of an eye, I changed into my hospital going clothes, told Mama Aurora I would call a cab and accompany her to the Admissions Ward. And so I did.

On the way I made another phone call, this time to Letty. I needed a facial before my trip on Monday, and tomorrow was no good for me. Anyway, it was already raining and not a hint of stopping any soon. Nevertheless, I tucked my bikini and pareo inside my bag... just in case it'd cleared by the time I was done with my appointment... It didn't quite happened, and that's how a broken promise can take you shopping in the most peculiar strip of San Juan... Barrio Obrero!

If you ask my friend Farnaz, she will tell you it's probably one of her favorite places to go shopping in PR! Lol

As I was going through the strip and its worn out little shops, I was thinking of good times with Farnaz, Nazz and Sepideh... We had walked that same strip so many times, always looking for that great well covert little secret in the shape of a disco dress, or the high heels to go with!

I was looking for a third piece of luggage, and wasn't ready to pay big bucks for it... kinda disposable bag, if you want. Found it in this boutique wannabe that has all the colorful stuff right out on the walkway... A kaleidoscopic bait, luring butterflies like me to the spider's web inside. I came out an hour later with a lot more than the bag... But, that wasn't the real acid trip, imagining anyone of the girls in the little outfits displayed, walking up and down the little corridor in front of the full view mirror... That was worth the trip to Barrio Obrero!

PS: Farnaz wait until you see the dress I've got!!!! Hahahaha, it's a traffic stopper & a jaw dropper! Hahaha You will love it! Waiting to brake it down on the streets of Stockholm... TBC

Eavesdropping in Sweden... Bombs against human rights!

(This is an actual transcript of a letter sent to the BBC this afternoon)

I don't get it! The sudden panic created by the Bush Administration seems to be contagious. I have lived all my life surrounded by the threat of terrorist attacks (ETA) And to tell you the truth, it wasn't until terrorism reached American soil, that it became the Crusade of the millennium.

All this laws, commencing by the Patriot Act of the US, giving permission to indiscriminately tap conversations, email traffic, etc. are, among other things, a way to divert the public attention from governments inadequacies.

Fear has always been, and will unfortunately remain to be, one of the most powerful tools for domination, followed closely by ignorance and the control of the media... The only talents Mr. Bush seems to have!

But here, we are not talking about a bunch of isolated snake handler's, we are talking about countries that have lived long before 9-11 happened, in peace and harmony with terrorists. We Europeans know more about loss in the hands of terror, than "mister bucket" from overseas! How is it then that we are falling for his demagoguery? Or is it fear of retaliation for becoming their allies?

What's behind the assassination of basic human rights, like privacy? Because it is gonna be other human beings conducting the eavesdropping process. What guaranties have normal law abiding citizens that laws like the one Sweden just approved, are not gonna be used for personal vendettas?

And don't even give as an excuse that terrorists have far more infinite resources, and that's the way governments have, to keep up with their superior technology! To begin with, if there was any truth on that, we would all be by now speaking Arabic, or in my case Basque!

Are governments so desperate in producing scape goats that have to create all kinds of lame excuses, to compensate the lack of hard evidence conducting... Anywhere! Like Bush was in finding the weapons of mass destruction Hussein was hiding, or like Hitler saying Jews were guilty for the crucifixion and therefore deserved to die!

My very personal opinion, and since this is going into my blog that has a lot of readers in Sweden will probably be targeted... Uhhhhh! I am sooooo scared!

1. Osama is now a monster, but he used to be a hero... Nevertheless, a product of the US... They have never found him, probably because he is under the witness protection program of the US

2. All this american instigation, could it be because “Mr. Wacko” wants to avoid a trial like the one he submitted Saddam to?

3. I know I am not alone on this one, a lot of intelligent Americans (is that an oxymoron?) some journalists among them, and other friends of mine, we all think Bush should be tried for crimes against humanity. He should have been impeached long ago! For crying out loud! Nixon did much less and had to resign... And Clinton, poor guy, he only got a blow job and was investigated to the “made in japan”

4. 9-11 which was the excuse for going into Iraq, for the Patriot Act and its homologies elsewhere (i.e. Sweden) I think was a macabre, but very well planned, american terrorist act. Otherwise, I would like to hear what have to say, the same terrorist experts that all through the 70's, attributed the success Black September had in Munich, to the chain of attacks that took place all over Europe in that decade.

5. Why after such an enormous accomplishment, would they suddenly disappear into the shadows? It doesn't make any sense! They had won the biggest battle of their holy war! Why stop there? Chaos, confusion, that was the perfect time to attack again, and again...

6. Probably because their mission was already accomplished. And it wasn't until the rest of the world started to see Bush for what he really is, that a new attack succeeded... followed by another hiatus, and just when Aznar needed a pat on the back... Boom! They resurface again!

And this is not a conspiracy theory, it just is something that it's hard to conceal, and conceive!... but in the meantime, honest people are loosing their rights to a total absurd! All secret services around the world have covertly been eavesdropping... they had their targets and nobody needed to know about it. The people of the world were able to get a good night sleep, and eventually, all the bad guys fell. They were replaced by new ones, but the wheel of time had never spied... SORRY! I meant spun better!

I don't know if I am making any sense at all, but at least that much you have to grant me, it is food for thought!

Afortunado en el juego... desgraciado en amores

It is another boring night at the tables, hearts keep coming... But on this particular evening, their king has proven elusive.

It is 3:20 am, more than an hour has passed since I spoke for 5 “glorious” minutes with the man I love. Yes, I said LOVE! And of course, doesn't love me back, or at least not any longer, or... Dunno about anything anymore! To tell you the truth, I don't even know if he even did a little! Does any girl in my position ever knows? It's a long story. Let's leave it there.

I know it is stupid, but love is that way. It is impossible to make sense out of love! I guess, it isn't much different with the cards.

Started so well! Until he popped online... I was winning. I mean, really dominating the table! Then, after going over today's Euro Cup results with him, he asks me the same fucking question he's been fucking asking me for months now! And that really threw me off!

I had just gone all in with a full house, against one of those poker brats that think playing is all about who bets the most... and of course I won, plus made a statement about it! I was happy. Saying hello to him brought me luck, or so I thought. Cause then came that hateful question... Why does he wanna know where I am? WHY! He never does anything about it! I could fucking be next to him, or facing him. and just the same... NOTHING would ever happen! NOTHING!!!!!

So what's the point, REALLY! Meanwhile, he got me so steamed up that I started betting like a preschooler, knowing I was gonna loose. But, that's exactly what I wanted. I wanted to loose! He left me so numb that I needed to do something to feel alive once more... Just so, he can do it to me all over again next time he pops online and... I dare to say hello expecting a different outcome.

Good night, and good luck! Going back to the tables.

GAIA IS BLEEDING! Help me save our Planet!

HELP ME SAVE THE EARTH! Remember, Gaia is bleeding!

Mugshots, bloggar and friends

Now, this is how a real mugshot looks like!

My friend Farnaz and me... Nothing like the guy above!

I have to give credit to my friend Farnaz!

After the initial shock, of the ugly mugshot she took of me... and the uncontrollable desire of killing her... Instead of using my Swedish translator to know what she wrote underneath it, and since she had just popped online, I decided to ask her...

The mugshot was ugly, indeed! But her words... The words were nothing short of heavenly bliss! But, don't take mine for it... I rather have her tell you...

[23:35:48] Nina says: what does it say? the entry?

[23:36:09] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
http://farnazsajadi.blogspot.com/2008/06/silvia-bloggar.html

[23:36:13] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
hahhaha
(See, right here she is laughing cause she knows I don't speak Swedish, and she is sending me the link to her post... which I already saw, duh!)

[23:36:16] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
it says

[23:37:16] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
sometimes we spend our sunday afternoons by watching silvia sing diana krall songs thru skype
(New definition for boredom)

[23:37:34] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
we used to live together for a month in pr
(she's always repeating the same thing! Oh, but wait! Here comes my favorite part!!!!)

[23:37:48] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
she's one of the most remarkable persons i ever met
(Wow! I am touched!)

[23:38:00] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
and now she's started her own blog

[23:38:08] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
u should read it
(Thanks for the ad sweetie!)

[23:38:18] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
and then ur address

And then, I was happy! So happy I even forgave her for that misfortune of a pic she took of me...

[23:38:20] Nina says: wow all that!!! thxs alot min van
[23:38:33] Nina says: really?

[23:38:34] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
yeeaaah
[23:38:38] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
sure
[23:38:39] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
but i can remove the pic if u want?

[23:38:41] Nina says: it's ok
[23:38:53] Nina says: you can barely see is me.. hahahahaha
(What's the point, really... half Sweden has already seen it!!!)

[23:39:03] farnazsajadi.blogspot.com says:
yeah that was what i thought too

I remember, that Sunday afternoon, I asked her if she was taping me singing, cause I could swear she had something in the oven... But she said no, of course! Not her fault really.

It was me who asked the wrong question! And that's why we still are friends! LOL

PS: Now, if you wanna see my mugshot... go to the enclosed link.

Making bucks outta death... Travel Planners new kick!

I was in total disbelief, to say the least!

There is a company, maybe more than one... either way, one too many! That arranges vacation trips to the Midwest of the US for an adventure with the only purpose of chasing twisters!

So far, not so good... A vacation it's supposed to be fun, at least it was the last time I checked! What fun can one derive from the suffering of others????

WHAT'S WRONG WITH PEOPLE!!!!!! PLZZZZZ, WILL SOMEONE EXPLAIN IT TO ME... PLZZZZZZ!!!!! Cause I don't get it! I must be the dumbest person on Earth!

Don't get me wrong, I am all for adventure. I LOVE ADVENTURE! As a matter of fact... Can't live without it! But common! This is too much!

I must sound really outraged, and it is because I AM! And to make matters even worst, at least from my point of view, this was on the BBC news, back to back with the news of a twister that came down in the middle of the night, and killed 4 boys plus injured 48 more! The 4 boys were part of a Boy Scout's group camping in Little Sioux, Iowa. There were 93 campers and 25 staff members at the camp. The campers, between 13 and 18 years old, received a tornado warning just 12 minutes before it struck, while attending a leadership training meeting.

I think BBC's Simon Hancock should send a brochure to the parents of the 4 boys killed last week, maybe even pay for their "vacation trip" through tornado alley... I am sure they will appreciate it sooooo much!

BTW, I already sent an email to the BBC stating my disgust before such an untactful way of conducting their news department... The problem now is, without the BBC to rely on for the world's updates... Where am I gonna find out what's really going on out there?

A night with Stallone

I don know what was bothering him, we were hanging out, drinking, having fun... that is, everybody but him!

He hardly talked to me that night, and I was, to say the least, confused. I don't think I ever did anything bad to him, except maybe not falling at his feet when we first met, and made a pass at me... but that was ages ago! Still, what was going on?

I had a party to attend, so I asked him if he wanted to come along... he accepted! Good! I thought. Although, I had to give him the full disclosure... It was a farewell party for one of my son's best friends, who had enrolled in the Navy, and his family was throwing this big summer bash in his honor... That meant, twenty somethings, mostly! He agreed.

As usual, I was almost thrown out of the place! just a little bit before 4 am. I just didn't want the party to end, and for that matter, I never want! My son had left the place hours earlier, he had to go see his girlfriend. But before he left, he made sure one of his friends would take me home... just didn't want to go there yet!

So, Sy and I tagged along with Juli and a couple more guys for a few more drinks. Just minutes short of dawn, we were back at Juli's playing cards and doing some more drinking. Turned out, Sy was staying a couple of blocks away. So, as a matter of speaking, we were almost home.
But something wasn't right. Sy, who's usually laughing, making jokes and full of life, that night was... not himself.

As the lights in everybody else's eyes started to dim, the atmosphere turned quiet and mellow... except for Juli, who suddenly decided to jump into the pool, jeans and all! It was now or never, so I went to Sy and sat on his lap, that made him smile, and for the first time since he got here, he actually looked me in the eyes... no need to say it started to look promising, his eyes and ears were open, and that's when I made my move and asked him what was happening... He hesitated for a moment, but then began remembering the time we met.

It was one of those International Film Festivals I usually like to work as a volunteer, just for the free passes to all the movie showings... And this time, I was in charge of picking up at the airport directors, actors, and any VIPs that needed to be picked up. Sy was on the jury, and that's how we met! He arrived on October 31st ... which means it was Hallowing, and I always dress up in costumes on Hallowing... That year, I was Cat Woman, whip and all!

No need to say he was kinda of afraid to jump into a car with a total stranger, dressed on a catsuit, black patent high heeled boots, and of course a working whip! But he did, and everybody that knows me, also knows that I can make anyone feel at ease even in the most bizarre circumstances... and I did!

Before we got to the hotel, he was already making his pass, but I am not one of those who get easily impressed by the “fame” thing... to me, they're just people, and I treat them accordingly. He was no exception. Instead, by the time the festival was over we'd become good friends... and remained such until now. But now...

Now he told me something that threw me completely off! He had fallen for me, I mean, really fallen! Like in “I am in love with you” kinda falling!
I had never seen him as anything else but my friend, and didn't know what to say. Didn't want to make him feel awkward either... But what to do???
We kept talking, about the way he and I are, and what we want out of life, etc. And suddenly, just like that... boom! I was making out with him at my son's friends house!

The rest, I would like to end saying it's history... But in reality, I can't! Cause that's exactly when I woke up, totally confused, and still trying to remember if we ever met at all!

And my reason for wondering it's the fact that, aside from his presence, everything else in that dream... Did really happen.

A heart divided! Sweden-Spain@Euro.2008

I remember my first time in Innsbruck. It was the summer of '76 and the world was not yet feeling the toll of our lack of respect for nature. Although, our innocence as sport's fans had been broken four years earlier in Munich. Temperatures were mild, people there were mild... Everything, except the smell, was mild. The smell of cow's droppings!

I remember looking up in awe at the size of the slide for the ski jumping competition of the XII Olympic Winter Games, and for a second there, I swear I could hear still, the roaring of a thousand voices united by sport!

All that was so vividly reproduced in my mind, at the very moment I heard the news of next Saturday's match between Sweden and Spain. I know everybody would expect me to be behind the Spanish team... But the truth is, I don't feel like a Spaniard at all! I know there are Catalonians playing in the Spanish roster, but still... I don't feel it!

I find it hard to conciliate my feelings towards the hopes of those very few compatriots of mine vs. my contempt towards a country, I can't find in me to call it my own. You see, for me this is not a match between two sovereign countries, it is more of a challenge between my heart and my soul! Catalonians' hopes vs. One Catalonian's feelings... that's a tough one!

So, in the spirit of sportsmanship... I must gracefully decline. I wont be put in the position of having to take sides between the only two parts of me that have never been compromised, nor sold!

Only one thing left, then... HEJA SVERIGE!

Stranded... Again!

Just when I thought I had everything going for me... Boom! Like a bad penny that keeps coming back, or thoughts of my ex-husband going soft on me... those have always been premonitions of something really bad about to happen. And it did!

I felt like an idiot, all over again! Why was this time gonna be any different? Just because this time I wasn't on my ex radar, was that gonna make America vote republican again, and break the 8 years rule???? Not likely, I hope! I HOPE!

Anyway, I am at the airport bags and all... the boxes, of a lifetime abroad, had been already shipped little by little from all over the places where, I dunno why, I still keep a mail box and an address, just in case... of what? I will probably never know! I had taken the precaution of calling the airline three weeks in advance to make the reservation for the new date... a date that had been booked and canceled, as many times as Liz Taylor married and divorced Dick Burton! I even called to get seats assigned, cause a friend at the airline secretly told me all flights were overbooked... None of it mattered dick!

My reservation didn't appear to be valid, said one of the girls behind the counter. I ask to see her supervisor... another girl shows up, and this time I haven't paid for my ticket! I demand to see the fucking manager... a guy in frat's house sweater, who was now deliberating with the other two in front of the computer's screen, they looked so fucking lost! But the only thing that was lost that day, was my flight back home. Not exactly the flight, which did made it back to Barcelona... well, you get my meaning!

I swear, I tried every fucking trick I know, nothing worked. I pretended not to speak Spanish, spoke my English with an accent, even gaged a little pretending I didn't know the word that won me the spelling bee at three!

“How do you say...” Before I'm even finished they are closing the freaking counter, and everybody is out of there... I think they even made me cry!

All of a sudden, a bright idea pops in, I am gonna start a hunger strike! And the moment I'm thinking of it, I got hungrier than ever... Oh no! I had forgotten at the house all the little goodies I bought the night before...

What the fuck! You are on a hunger strike, for crying out loud! if they see you eating you loose! Right?

Well... what's the next step when on strike??? I might, just might, know everything there is about Molotov cocktails, shaken not stirred... but, never had to go for the long run on anything! And there are some who still wonder why do people go “postal”... Duh!

I had to go “commando” on this fucks! So, took a few pages from my notebook and started writing stuff that would make heads turn... about four hours later, I had fallen asleep on top of my bags drooling all over them! The airport was deserted, it was past 10 pm and the only thing on my mind was food... So much for a hunger strike! I then remembered calling a friend and asking him to call the press, TV stations, etc. “Tell them about the strike and so”... I don't think he ever did.

So, here I am, stranded in fucking Puerto Rico! But never despair, cause in less than a day I managed to win an Oscar, The Berlitz School of Languages Polyglot of the Year Award, a possible Guinness record for the shortest hunger strike... ever! And the right to buy an Uzi to go postal at those idiots!

Seems my luck is about to change... won't you say so?

The net, sex, love and the wrong number

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Confessions

After a life of living all on my own, and doing it all my way or no way at all, a few things became clear to me...

• Was ever too busy doing everything and anything else, but building on the very few things that are now important to me...

• I am not an immortal, wont be around forever...

• There is never enough time to do anything meaningful...

• We care about others, their pain, and things that really matter, a lot less we're ready to admit...

• Sex was, and still is a very comforting exercise... But, neither was as good as expected, nor better than those solo flights...

• I am, like everyone else, capable of murder and still sleep at night...

• Always treated love like a dirty word...

• And the ones who loved me like doormats...

• Running away was just a lame excuse not to face my inner demons...

• And while all of the above took place... I never stopped, not even for a minute, to see the big void growing inside of me.

So, now that I finally want to find love, and let it find me... It's like payback time and sex seems the only thing left for me... And not even that can I have with the one I love!

Now that I finally stopped running away, I am having a hard time tracing my steps back home.

And the big void inside... Well, turned out to be a black hole eating away the hope of a better self.