la flaca

Not on a good mood latly...I don’t care a damn about my job 'in the service industry' (yes, waitress) nor England. So here’s a pic from Spain, nice beautiful Spain, ugly England, ugly people.
Crap, I need money, LOTS of money, I want a TV a DVD player and a roof for my bicycle, so I can leave it outside and it doesn’t get wet with this crappy everyday rain.
I need a drill, to install the roller blind that I bought weeks ago and Chris is never around so he can’t help me with the blind, actually he can’t help with anything ‘cause he’s never around, hmm… at least I have MY space, (and he left me a bottle of wine yesterday!, good flatmate).
I bought a mobile for Danae last week, and the stupid arab-guy sold us an expire card! He has no idea who is he messing with. I’ll pay him a visit tomorrow and I'll start screaming about the mobile untill all his costumers hate him.
OK, I’m angry with the world, have to stop now…

breathe in.. breath out.. breath in.. let goooooooooo.

Pic. Bilbao, night walk with Marielo and Xavier.. a calm nigh, look at the lights reflecting in the water...mmm, nice, breath out.... stupid arab guy! ..look at the water! the water! breath oouuttt...

Woke up with your call, so much better than the alarm clock… today I cooked pasta with shrimps and mussels, not bad - off to work –
Italian coffee on the way – hello stranger

So, you like italian coffee?
Of course, properly done, is always good.
And do you like Italian man?- he sked.
(…ha!)
Italian coffee is an art, you really need to plan your moves, there’s a coffee drink specific to every time and mood... is delicious, and rates your heartbeat, no doubt.. So yes, of course I like Italian coffee, it's unique; but to wake up every morning, I must say that nothing like a reliable, strong Mexican coffee.

He gave a loud laugh and didn’t charge me for the coffee ;)

Pic: Stine always wanted to see me with straigh hair.. here I am, one of those days avoiding reality getting busy doing nothing.

So many things happening latly.

In Mexico.
My best friend is in love, that real-crazy-rush love, he met a girl 10 days ago and wants to be with her for ever, that’s suppose to be good, but…. He was my brother!! We are Jedis, Samurais, warriors, we are alone and alone we are together.. don’t get me wrong, is not like “my best friend’s wedding”, is more like the Star Wars scene where Anakin is burning in flames and Obi Wan (me) is screaming: YOU WERE MY BROOOTHEEER!!!!.

I have three friends going trough a divorce at the moment.

G is giving a conference and meeting Bill Clinton this week, sounds like professional success, I am proud.

In Chile.
My cousin Bricy got married a couple of weeks ago, I called her on her wedding day, we talked about everything: love, our childhood, her wedding dress, even things I’ve been scared to think about, she just brought the subject in such a natural and calm way (like the fear of seeing our parents getting older) it was amazing, I haven’t seen her in more than 15 years, and still we felt so connected, like a single soul dwelling in two bodies, I was holding my breath not to cry on the phone.

In France, Lili & Henry got married, I got drunk.
Bucharest: I asked R ‘how are you’, she said: ‘I go to work and come back home everyday, I share my flat with a stranger, I live in a place that I hate, I hate my life, oh and my father died of cancer on Oct 31st, that’s my life’.

In London:
Xavier broke up with Ph. N' with Mario, the three of us drawn his sorrow in tequila.

I got a rejection, another one, reads as follows: "We are still busy working on opportunities for you. To date the main barrier has been that you require sponsorship. Have you looked into applying for the Highly Skilled Migrant Visa?"
Of course I did..and turns out that I’m TOO OLD to apply!! Can we talk about something else please?

I can’t leave the country, if I do they might not let me in again.

People come, people leave...Tish is tired of London, going back to Australia.

So the other day I was having a drink on my own, on a bar, thinking about all of this, and a guy next to me said: ‘wow, you look more tired than me’ nice opening line dude.. so I started telling this stranger about JJ being in love and why that’s bad ‘cause we were Jedis, talking about Star Wars not only is extremely geek but a complete turn off, I don’t care, not on a flirting mood at the moment, so we talked about everything, as if we were close friends, I cursed Europe for being so annoying with work permits, I cursed people for being in love when I’m not and for stop being in love when they are a cool couple! at the end he gave me his card.. and this piece of paper holds what? I love that wanna-be heroes’ gesture “here’s my card, give me a call and maybe I can help” If you can’t help me know, why should you help later? When I call, we won’t be on a bar.

Going home I felt EMPTY, sad, impotent, specially for R, I want to help her, I wish I could give her my card with the key for happiness laying behind… then a I run into a homeless who said “can you help me”, and he looked more tired than I did, sure, I said. He wanted to get to Waterloo station where his brother was waiting for him, he was so close, 15 min walking, but was lost.. We talked for a while, he said he had been in the war with Iraq for 4 years, he said his brother was waiting for him.. he was lost, and I mean lost for real, lost in time, lost in the labyrinth of his soul, lost in a country that leaves it's heroes in the street, lost in a place where rules mean more than feelings.
I draw a map of how to get to Waterloo and gave it to him, he gave me a smashed flower he had in his pocket.

Getting home, I kept the flower.. trough away the business card and wrote a postcard to R.

Pic: rosa-wan-kenobi
Reality: my hangover look on a typical Sunday morning.

I’ve been dreaming with cats for three nights now, wonder what it means, there’s always a black cat and a white one, I hope there’s nothing wrong with Mina at home.

Bilbao is Marielo & Nikola in love, it was great to re-meet Marielo, she rocks!
Bilbao means goin' from one bar to the other drinking beer, eating tapas, talking to friends… life seems easier, for sure is the sun and the closeness to the sea. Makes me happy to see people in love, gives hope, I’m not sure in what but..gives hope.
Bilbao is good food.. I ate SO MUCH there, drank a lot as well, now I have a beer belly so no more beer in the next days for me: stick to vodka ;)
Pic: Nikola, me, Marielo, Xavier.

Lily & Henry. puritito amor del bueno.

Tolouse, France 4 Nov 2006 :)

Ijole, ni pa que describo las fotos por que la verdad, no se que paso.. nomas me acuerdo que habia un chingo de champagne..bueno, aparentemente ahi estoy con la Marielo, luego Loco y la Lili..ehm, si.. jugando con las mentitas, pos si pa eso son no? Luego el Henry ya con la corbata descompuesta, Loco...chingado compadre, acostadote arriba de la mesa ahogando a los monitos del pastel en la champagne, y con los piecillos pa arriba el wey, no se que quiere ..luego yo con ojos de borrego, pero en pose sexi, eso si, Loco encuerandose y el Henri ya con cara de asustado..y luego el bandon, puuuura finura!