Peligros en Sn Pedro!

Se que esto les va a parecer uno de esos correos en cadena sobre mitos urbanos o así pero se los pongo pq no hace ni 5mins que vino una compañera de aqui de la oficina contándonos lo que le sucedió ayer:

Nos dijo que aqui en Sn Pedro donde queda mi oficina, cerca del Outlet Mall y oficina del Banco Nacional ella iba saliendo de una pulpería que hay cerca (la Guantanamera, para quienes la conocen). Cuando salió, el compañero con que iba siguió su camino y ella empezó a caminar cuando un automóvil 4×4 pequeño (presumiblemente un Suzuki, Rocky o algo parecido) se ahorilló y le pidió que se acercara. Ella se acercó un poco pero siempre desconfiada.

El tipo le empezó a decir que si no se acordaba de él; que ellos se conocían de antes, que él trabaja en el ICE y que ya habían hablado antes, que él sabía que ella es desarrolladora (de software), y que se acercara para darle el # de celular para que hablaran luego.

Gracias a Dios que ella no lo hizo; le dijo que no porque no lo conocía y que no tenía tiempo para esas cosas y se fue corriendo. Preocupante si que el tipo sabía que ella es desarrolladora; lo que indica que la tenían vigeada y probablemente a más personas o mujeres por aqui cerca.

Luego ella nos dijo que se acordó q a otra compañera de aqui mismo le pasó exactamente lo mismo y con la misma historia pero que tampoco cayó. Lo malo es que una tercera mujer conocida de una de las compañeras también le pasó frente a la agencia del BN ahi mismo y ella sí cayó. Se la llevaron y la soltaron horas después cuando la familia pagó ¢6 millones.

Así que cuidado, gente y especialmente a las mujeres -que parecieran el principal objetivo-. No se dejen llevar por este tipo de timos porque les podría costar no solo dinero, sino la vida.

A man with no home

It’s just so ironic… how happy and maybe not miserable, but unhappy I am right now. Different sides of my life bring me so much joy and anguish at the same time.

This month and a half from 2009 have been both so great and so lousy… for I know the joys of being in love and even more important; the joys of being loved. She has made my life so much better by just being in it. She and her little sprout bring so much love, fun and joy to my life that it feels unreal. Every single moment with her I want it to be endless… I don’t want to ever leave her side but then again the fear of her getting tired of me manages to crawl in my brain. Even if it wasn’t to be so. Stupid human beings and our insecurities, huh?

we all have contrasts in life, don't we?

But I must admit that my spending time with her also hides and less romantic and more selfish aspect… Even though I cannot and will not deny every moment I spend with my loving muse is a century in paradise it is also a escape from the very, very cold place my bed has become. Both symbolically and literally since I do not even have a room anymore. There’s a side of me that’s as depressed as it can get but since my other side is flowing with joy from my love, it makes it almost numb, and that’s how I get by.

I don’t have a home anymore… I’m not sure how this happened but this place I live in is not my home anymore. Maybe I just grew apart from my family or maybe they simply got used to not having me here… heck! maybe it’s both. When I left to live on my own, my main purpose was to make myself; to build a true myself and good or not, I may have succeeds even without knowing. And this new myself doesn’t fit  in my family’s life anymore. Never had I felt the urge I feel now to simply run away; to spend as much time as possible away from this place. And not that I don’t love them anymore; they’re my family and always will be and I love them… even if they drive me absolutely nuts, neurotic and feeling anxiety all day.

I can’t live like this much longer… this is gonna drive me nuts. I need some way to make money and build myself a house. A house where I can have the liberty to even speak and have no one shut me up. A house where I don’t have to hide in mid darkness for fear of waking someone up by just talking to a friend. A house where no one thinks I’m a freak just because I don’t live by their same “customs”.

Sometimes I wish I could just take Nela and Dany and run so far away to a place no one knows us… but that would be very selfish of me.

I can only hope my sanity (the little I have left) doesn’t leave me before I can get out of here again. In the meantime… good night, America… wherever you maybe tonight.

as 2008 ends…

So much has happened lately I’m afraid I’ll forget something.

I feel so silly… I feel like a cliche schoolboy from Dawson’s Creek. I never knew I could be so happy… she makes me so happy. I’m so in love with her. I love her. And the best part? She loves me and she’s all mine. And I’m all hers.

I honestly can’t remember the last time I was this happy. Or if I ever was at all.

Some might say I no longer belong to the broken hearts club… hehehe.

She’s my girlfriend and it’s official. I’m her boyfriend and it’s official. I love her and it’s official.

They say that every cloud has a silver lining but truth be told, she’s a clear sky in the gray clouded sky that has been my life so far. It’s weird but something happened… something “clicked” with her. Ever since the moment we met, we got along extremely well. And this so far might be the best evidence that “the tongue punishes” since some time ago I felt somewhat different about a girl who’d already have a kid. But honestly, even her little boy has already earned a place in my heart.

But in my clear sky, there has to be a cloud… obviously not everything this holidays could be perfect, as my roommates basically went a-wall on me. One of them has a family problem and has to move back in with his mom in order to help her out, but if you ask me I’d say he’s also using this as an opportunity to move out since it’s more than obvious he’d not been very happy here. My other roommate basically cannot seem to get used to the idea of getting yet another roommate. And yes, you might wonder why don’t I just get other roommates or rent another place… thing is, roommates are actually very hard to find… good roommates, that is. Didn’t really want to simply post and ad and live with anyone who showed up. And about getting another place I’m afraid it simply cannot be if I’m serious about start building my own place. And that’s where things took an ugly turn; looks like I’m moving back in with my parents… I keep telling myself it’s temporary while I build my own house but in honor to the truth God only knows how long that could take.

Don’t really want to ruin my end of the year nor the beginning of the new one by thinking about all of this, specially when the happiness Nela brings me is overwhelming any kind of negative feelings the moving might be producing.

My only concern is how long will my pseudo sanity will last when I move back in. My family has the inevitable ability of producing me ridiculous amounts of stress. I hope this doesn’t affect my relationship with Nela.

But anyway… this year I guess has been almost entirely positive for me. Like I said before in other entries, I have a good job, good friends, good family and a wonderful girlfriend who loves me. And that my friends, not everyone has. As I’m typing these words on my dad’s laptop next to the Christmas tree with all the presents under it, I can’t help but to wish you all the happiest of Christmas’ and the most wonderful new year 2009. May the Lord fill your homes with blessings, love, peace and everything your heart desires. Merry Christmas, America… wherever you may be tonight.

• edit: I edited the stuff I wrote about my former roommates because honestly I wrote that on a hot head and I honestly didn’t mean it. We all have our faults and even though they weren’t perfect, I know I was far from it as well. My apoligies to both of them.

one hour and loving it

It’s been my brithday for a little more than 1 hour and I’m loving every minute of it.

She is so great I’m not sure I deserve her.

She showers me with kisses and caresses, with hugs, smiles and so much joy.

I can only hope I can return half of what she gives me.

Nela. A poem in one word.

All she did was come over tonight and stay with me until midnight. That’s all I ever wanted… all these years.

Thank you God. You finally came through for me. Thank you Father.

Thank you for my wonderful family, my friends, my job, my brain, my heart, my health… and all the wonderful things I know I don’t deserve.

Thanks to all my friends for being there for me and being so great.

This just might be my year.

Good night America… wherever you may be tonight.

Good news don’t come in singles

Things are really looking up, it seems.

A little more than a week ago,  I went to a friend’s bday party at this bar. I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to go at all since I don’t get along with bars very well… but things happen for a reason and I met someone there… someone really wonderful who with only a week of knowing her, has brought me more joy than I thought possible in such a short time. I actually feel funny in my stomach every time I see even a picture of her… hahaha… can you imagine?? Again, I prefer not to go into much detail since I’m kinda superstitious about these things and I’m trying not to jinx it. I’ll just say I really like this girl so I’m gonna take things easy so I don’t end up blowing it.

But like I said, good news don’t come in singles. Just 5 days ago (on the 23rd), I got my camera!! I’m so freaking happy and overwhelmed at the same time by the massive amount of features and configurations this camera has. I go around like a fool taking a picture of everything I see but mostly for testing purposes. I even showed my parents the camera and we actually almost supportive!! Seriously!! I could hardly believe it.

I hope this good streak continues with my bday coming up and all. Hey! maybe I should get myself a lottery bill… what do you think?

Anyway, here’s a picture I took about an hour ago. Nothing fancy but just to show how even simple things can look in this picture quality. Click the thumbnail for the full size. (This picture was actually re-sized to 30%).

Canon lens cover

I’ll keep taking pictures and uploading them in Flickr. I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, good night America… wherever you may be.

Rebel with a cause

Finally!!

After months and months of hesitating and giving myself excuses, I finally got myself an international credit card… this was all I needed to finally purchase my camera.

Once I had it, I gave myself the task choosing a camera and its accessories. I was also thinking if I should buy it off ebay or someplace else. I did find a package on eBay that was “cheap” enough and had plenty accessories but thanks to a friend’s avidce I started researching about the accessories and found out they weren’t all that good.

So I went the safest way and went back to Amazon. There I found THIS package. It has the Canon Rebel XSi with a bunch of accessories. It did lack a couple but I was able to add them separately, like the tripod. It’s quite an investment but I think it’s worth it. I feel really excited about this and I’m really looking forward to receiving the camera.

Maybe this is the start of something good, you know? I’ve been working kinda hard lately and maybe it’s starting to pay off. Many aspects of my life have been improving lately. Can’t really go into much detail about that but let’s just say that I’ve released a lot of the stress and bitterness I had been accumulating.

But for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel on neutral gear… I feel like I’ve finally changed to 1st. The challenge now will be to keep it up, of course. I think my therapist will be pleased with this progress on my own.

I will probably have to wait a couple weeks for my camera but I don’t mind all that much. Obviously if I could, I’d pick it up in Miami myself. For now… good night, America… where ever you might be.

the Arc de Triomphe is nothing compared to the arch of your back

the curve in your thighs is the the path away from my sanity

the arch in your back is the way to the mountain where the throne of the love Goddess resides

the fall of your shoulders is where my last defense falls

the warmth of your lips if where my blood boils

the furious thrust of your hips is the pounding of every beat of my heart

every shining drop of your sweat is the rain that dampers my soul

every moan from your mouth is warcry for battles to come

every ecstasy reached is a step in the ladder towards my madness