I dont have a title for this one

I recently saw a show sometime earlier this week, it was some sort of Latin Youth Music Awards, and you see, it wouldn't be that bad if only they didn't scream everytime they announced someone on stage, or if the winners didn't scream either. It's pretty annoying.

Anyhow, I've started reading this book, "Shake hands with the devil," by Lt. Gn. Romeo Dallaire, the UN general in charge of the peacekeeping troops back in the Rwandan genocide of 1994, and I'm pretty dissappinted in my naivete, concerning the high regard I had/have for the UN. You see, while it is important and effective, it's filled with red tape whenever there isn't much enthusiasm and interest in certain missions, in particular when dealing with Africa. Gn. Dallaire tells that whenever they ordered flashlights, they would also have to order lightbulbs, which seems ridiculous since you don't really have any use for a flashlight if you don't have a lightbulb. But even before he starts his operations in Rwanda, just planning it seems impossible. To assess the situation in Rwanda he needed guides, jeeps, civilian operators, he doesnt even get paper and pencils! And one of the most important things, a fucking map of the country! Anyhoo, this man Gn. Dallaire is so cool, you should really read this book, I think you'll like it.

I had a funny conversation with my father, I was telling him about white people, or I think I said white people, and he frowned and said that talking about people in races, haha, then I told him "but everyone does it, well at least here, now." He said it was quite vulgar to talk like that, and then today, in the great house of diversions, the topic of the conversation was about asian girls marrying and dating white guys. And I think my father might be right. So at least for these last few days, I shall try to stop.

I have four days

Four days to make the magic happen, otherwise I'm screwed.

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Quien es Juan Manuel Serrat?

I guarantee you'll like him, he's the only musical poet I really love so you should like it too, feedback later.

Anyhoo, today was somewhat of a tiring day, especially with the stress of "fuck what do I do now?" haha. And, mind this small thought, I know some of you enjoy and give physical comfort to friends, I sometimes are like that but it's more reserved to certain people, haha, and well in a hug. I don't really like people touching me if we're not good friends. It really makes me uncomfortable, especially if they tend to smell like rancid axilla and of thesame sex. You see recently I have encountered such unwanted touching, I feel like I'm being violated. Also I don't like it because one we are in front of other people; two I don't really know this person; and three that's just wrong if once again I don't know the person well enough. You see, if I touch you and I don't mind you touching me you should feel really special, because then you know we're really good friends/lovers. Even with my family I don't like them touching or kissing me. hahaha. To some this might seem weird, but I assure you it's perfectly normal.

Miscellanous

Tuna Salad Sandwich: (serve chilled)
Tuna canned in water not oil
Finely chopped tomatos,carrots, avocado, serrano peppers, lettuce
Half part mayonaisse and half part sour cream
Salt and pepper
Unsalted crackers

Placido Domingo "Alma Latina vol. 2":
Oh how cruel the world is! Can you imagine I lost this cd, I have no idea where it is, and it's driving me crazy! It's such a great copilation of classic old school latin songs, especially because the great tenor Sr. Domingo sings all of them, he even throws in a brazillian tune! I'm very sad about this.

Texas Ranch House:
Hmm, it was defentely better than one of the previous series Manor House, quite frankly I don't really want to see fake rich people in the Victorian era, I would rather go watch a movie, at least it's more entertaining. On to the ranch house, it was filmed in texas, ten men are cowboys and then they have the ranch owner and his family, the Cooks. What a sorry group of white lazy people, the family I mean, they didn't tend to the garden which would've been preposterous back then given that there was no grocery store nearby and you could actually trade vegetables for other goods; the family had four daughters! Bitchy, lazy, white, spoiled girls; the mother was so easy to hate she obviously called all the shots and what a wimpy husband. Oh and hahaha, they had a jewish girl as a maid, trying to be a cowboy, I thought the whole point of series like these was to try to keep everything as genuine as possible! No way is the maid going to become a cowboy, boo! And when they captured Jared, the ranch owner Mr Cook, wouldn't negotiate with the Indian tribe because "we don't deal with terrorists" fuck you mr cook! I really love how racist the mrs cook is, when refering to the Indian cowboys they met. But they had a great ending, the cowboys ended up quiting after mr cook called Jared a "horse thief" and the ranch people were left without people to start the winter with. Too bad they didn't get to hear the evaluation face to face with the historical experts (they had a prof. from TTU) I would've loved to see the rancher's reaction.

Good night

I am Link

I've been playing zelda for quite some time now, and although the game is good, because that's a guarantee with zelda games, it's not as pretty as the previous one. It's darker too, Majora's mask, there's no real happy place where Link can go and run around, unless you count the Clock town, and that sucks because there's no trees, and I still haven't gotten Epona so I can't really ride around Termina Field.

Random things remind me of zelda,
like when we play soccer and I'm in a field with trees,
the sunset,
when someone said "I saw a giant clam" I thought of a hookshot,
shrubs,
shuddering at the cold,
not being able to climb a wall,
and well there's more but I'm feeling lazy so i won't write what they are.

Pirates was better than I expected, and mind you I expected a really bad sequel, so I wasn't really dissappointed in it. Secretely thou, I kinda wanted to see "the devil wears prada," but only because they have cool clothes in the movie, and because Meryl Streep rocks. Which reminds me of another movie I recently saw, Unbreakable, written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan, what a terrible movie, this whole thing of making weird movies and having a somewhat simplistic ending is getting old and annoying. He should've stopped with the Sixth Sense, and btw have you noticed that he always appears on his movies? I'm sure if he wasn't so ugly he could get more screentime.

p.s. fuck that clock!

Sigh

I didn't think I minded being alone so much, until today. After five wasted hours of faking smiles, pretending to like people, and also that the obscene woman making fun of my chuck taylor's didn't bother me, I had hoped to see my father, meet for our usual coffee date, and talk. It surprises me now, how much we really talk, and talk about anything. Early in the summer I was shy to order every time we went to IHOP so we usually just had coffee, and read the paper, we did that so much that a waitress made fun of us when I ordered a chocolate sundae and a coffee. Once, I ordered a cup of coffee for my father, and nothing else, not even a water, then he came and started drinking the coffee, the waitress came to see if we wanted another one and I don't know why my daddy said "no it's ok, I'm drinking hers" because, then the waitress got this really funny look on her face, and I bet she thought we shared that cup of coffee. Hahahaha.

Whenever the friends and I go out to eat we always leave right after, we never really enjoy the meal, I always find that disappointing, especially if we really don't have anywhere else to go. But I suppose I have an old taste, combined with growing up latin, where meals are four hours long excluding coffee, and talk ranges in everything. That's the one thing I loved about the four of us, actually of my parents, they educated me very well, in the cultural sense.

On to something less painful, today I had a very good soccer talk, and it was great because S knew all the players I named, and I of course reciprocated the coolness. I think everyone except the fake wannabe "italian descendants" agree that France played much better, and committed less fouls than those fucking italians. They may be hawt, but sheesh. They go to kill, not for the ball, that kind of play is so anti-futbol, and the stupid referee obviously favored them. Especially since he's from argentina, another team that plays dirty, and when I say dirty I mean to actually hurt and disable the players on the opposing team, booo!

p.s.
The pictures look beautiful, GT, who would have thought, of all places in Spain? haha, jk jk.