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It’s time to chill out for a bit… I need to get organized… and I need to focus…

Que encojona… anoche me fui de parranda para un cumpleaño de la prima y todo salio bien hasta cuando…

Hasta cuando estoy caminando al carro… Hay un chamaco sentado arriba del carro.

Please get off my car…

Dude, your sitting on my car… Please get off my car…

Oye, que te quite del carro…

¿Es que no hay respeto para las cosas ajenas? El chamaco de lo mas entretenido hablando por el telefono y el amigo sentado arriba del carro mio. No se le occurio que le pedi que se quitaran del carro 3 vezes. Al minuto despues llega otro amigo del carajito…

¿Adonde esta sucio para yo limpiartelo?

No es que me lo limpie, sino que se le pidio tres vezes que se moviera… y para que fue eso…ahi mismo le entregue el trapo para que me lo limpiara…

¿Adonde quiere que te lo escupa para limpiartelo?

La verdad que no se puede salir porque en muchos casos no vale la pena y lo que hace uno es pasar mala sangre. Ahora, confirme una cosa anoche… cuando la cosa esta buena todo el mundo quiere estar a tu lado… cuando la cosa se te pone agria hasta la familia se te va de tu lado… good to know…

Today is Thursday all day people.

My older sister has been in rehab for a week now. Aside from being relieved that she has set her goal on being “clean”, I’m also happy that she has openly admitted to being addicted to drugs. I just got back from her visit and it was a bit weird. I have never tried any drugs and I don’t smoke… and to have someone as close to me as my sister in a situation where she has to put herself through the agony of rehabilitation is very emotional for the entire family.

We grew up together! We lived the same childhood, as messed up as it may have been. To me it wasn’t as bad as it may have been for her but yes, I was also there. Perhaps if you were a physiologist you would see things that may have led down that path. But as my family put it, everyone is different. Some people are stronger then others. I don’t know how to see it though. She’s my sister for god’s sake. I would never want to see her going through what she is going through.

While visiting I tried to ask the how and the why and I occasionally put in the “but”… This is all new to me to be quite frank. I wish I could help her and be as supportive as ever before, but we don’t have that type of relationship. As she put it, this was the first time she was ever as open as she was with me in her life. I know it must be hard. She’s up from 6:30 AM till 11:30 PM… in meetings all day long. I still ask myself what happen? why? At any rate, she said I was being too critical. While I simply thought about: what does it feel like, what are the advantages of being drugged up, and why? what’s the point? don’t you know better? It’s common sense!?! No matter how fucked up the situation is, it can only get better… Yeah we cried. We said we loved each other. After all we only have one another to remember our childhood. It’s not like “Fulano de tal” is going to remember what it was like to get your ear pulled by our father for not listening at the age of 5… Yeah. 5…

But even still, those were the days. The days that we had our cousins would be over and the days that we would got to be up all night because the entire family was over. It was a tough childhood and she has held onto that and used it as an excuse. I don’t understand it. Perhaps it is not for me to understand. I seem pretty normal to myself… After all, other people have it worse then me.

Watching someone… day in and day out… and following the lifestyle and trends that my sister was living… makes it that much more difficult to try and help… I have always believed that you need to help yourself before anyone else is willing to help you. I’ve simply carried on with my daily life after she started rehab. I’m happy an proud of her, but none of that means nothing if she relapses after she gets back home. They call it a “network”… you call people in your “network” when you get the feene. But who’s to say that they are not also feening at that same exact moment in time. This is going to be more then any of us here at home is going to be able to handle. I seriously hope she is willing to go all the way on being “clean”.

So as I bite my nails and debate whether or not to publish personal life stories, perhaps someone will benefit from it and realize that people do care and people want to help, but you’ve got to help yourself first. I love my sister!

I don’t want to call this “poetry” becuase it’s really bad poetry… with that said…

I sit, I think, I analyze, and I reason with the options that I am given… Throughout the years I’ve also learned to eat, drink, crawl, walk, talk, run, scream, cry, love, hate, share, and be silent… Perhaps I did not learn them in that exact order…

This blog is a reflection of me and this is who I am. I am not here for you to judge, I am not here for you to analyze me, I am not even here to entertain you. These are simply my thoughts written in words and expressed in the silence that has not been verbally communicated…

Friday:
8:00 PM – 4:30 PM: Work is Work…
4:30 PM – 5:30 PM: Travel time to my cousins house…
12:30 AM – 1:00 AM: Travel time back home…

Saturday:
7:30 AM – 5:00 PM: Great Adventures…
5:00 PM – 9:00 PM: Sentado en la casa de jaragan…
9:00 PM – 7:30 AM: Sleeping.

Sunday:
8:00 AM – 2:00 PM: At the Beach…
2:00 PM – 5:00 PM: Sentado en la casa de jaragan…
5:00 PM – 6:30 PM: Jangiando con las primas…
6:30 PM – 8:00 PM: Watching the Wedding Crashers out in Queens
8:00 PM – 9:30 PM: Sitting in traffic heading back to my cousins apt.
9:30 PM – 1:00 AM: Topping the weekend off with a bottle of Johnnie Walker…

NYC Apt + 90 Degree Temperatures + No Power = Human Oven

Work has been quite interesting lately… Aside from having a new “side kick”, I’ve been doing a lot of catching up on understanding the programs we have and that we are currently using. Such as Drive Tools for the AB Powerflex 70 drives…

Niether the new engineer with 20 plus years expirience or myself have ever delt with these drives or the program but it turned out to be very easy. I also designed the electrical schematic which turned out to be quite simple for the application. As my first “official” electrical design for a major company and to have my name on it as the electrical engineer, is quite an honor… Not to mention that these machines are going to Kraft Foods! Sweet…

I didn’t put this here for my health or for my well being… It seems like we all decide what we want in life and those decisions are the lessons that we learn from the most.

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a reason, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a season, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season

Lifetime relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant…

-Anonymous

Este es el Que Sera Que Sera Que Sera de este blog…

Wilfrido dame un consejo…
Que estoy antes ti llorando…
Y mira te en el espejo de lo que me esta pasando…
Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera…

En una fiesta que tu tocaste…
aya en mi pueblo natal…
yo conosi una muchca…
y la lleve hasta el altar…

El lunes la conosi…
El martes la enamore…
El miercoles me doy el si…
Y el jueves con ella me case…
El viernes fue la luna de miel…
Yo la ame y ella me amo…
Pero el sabado con otro se me fue…
El el domingo me quede…
Solito en Hotel..

Y que hago yo Wilfrido con el velo la corona y el vestido…
Vendela vendela Miguelito vendela…

Bueno, hay unos cuanto viajes en la sala de espera… me fui para Miami el 5 de Agosto hasta el 8… Vamos a ver si los Miamigueros pueden hangiar con migo…

El Schedule:

Del Aireopuerto al hotel, del hotel al restaurante, del restaurante a la discoteca, de discoteca a desayunar, del desayuno pa la playa, de playa a la picina, de la picina al almuerzo, del almuerzo pa Wet Willies, de Wet Willies a barra, de la barra pa la cena, de la cena pa la discoteca, de discoteca a discoteca, de discoteca a desayunar, del desayuno pa la playa, de playa pa la picina, de la picina pa Wet Willies, de Wet Willies pa la picina, de la picina pa la discoteca, de discoteca a discoteca, de discoteca para el Aireopuerto!

Nota… no se me olvido comer… lo que pasa es que va ser necesario volver con un Jumo al trabajo… Y si llego a dormir mas de 4 horas en total… voy a estar muy, pero muy, digustado con mi mismo…

Cuando regrese de Fl. voy a ver si planeo un viaje a RD para el fin de Agosto principio de Septiembre… Mi madre ya se compro su vuelo de ida sin regreso… vamos a ver cuanto dura pa’ya… Yo le pongo 5 semana…

Anda pal carajo ahora si que me jodi! ahora que lo pienso bien esa mujer se me va de viaje!!!!!! Y quien me va a cocinar???? me jodi… la hermanita mia no conica ni pal’ carajo… Yo mismo prefiero irme para Boston Market asi que vamos a ver si me compro una caja de pasta para un mes… o si no a pan y agua por un mes… Oh shiet meng… si la hermanita mia se va con mi mama tambien!!! lol… ahora si que se puso buena la cosa… Uno solo en la casa y sin obligacion de ninguna clase… que chulo… Digo a menos que me rompan la mardita paliza otra ves…

1. ¿Cuál es tu libro favorito?

The Da Vinchi Code

2. ¿Qué libro recomendarías?

The Grapes of Wrath

3. ¿Qué libro te gustaría que se llevara al cine?

Before We Were Free

4. De los libros llevados al cine ¿cuál es mejor en cine que en libro?

Of Mice and Men

5. ¿Qué libro regalarías a alguien a quien quieres muchísimo?

The Celestine Prophecy

You say hello to each other, and you go on with your lives as if you have nothing in common… But thats not the case… You’ve walked seperate paths in your lives and perhaps that has been the reason why you share so little in common. And you still wonder what happen to the days when you would fight over petty things like the telephone or even the Boston Red Sox baseball hat that you now hate with a passion since you’re a Yankee fan. Do you remember how you got in big trouble for that? What would you do to have those days back?

The feeling to know that you think of me as much as I think of you is overwhelming to say the least. The feeling of knowing that you read my blog and are ok with it, has been unique. The feeling of knowing that you are the last person I speak to before my day is over is nuturing to the well being of what we have. The feeling of knowing that I am the last one that you think of before you lay your head down and the first one you think of when you wake up is more then I can ask for. The feeling it’s self may be as close as possible to the lyrics of this song as it can get…

Si tu me pides una estrella o si te antojas del sol…
Yo me vuelvo en un Austronata y en seguida yo te lo doy…
Porque tu me gustas tanto que solo de ti sere…
Pideme lo que tu quieras porque yo te lo dare…

Pide que yo te doy, lo que tu quieras yo te lo doy…
Porque yo tengo lo que te gusta a ti…
Lo que te gusta ti, lo que te gusta ti, lo que te gusta…
Pide que yo te doy, lo que tu quieras yo te lo doy…
Como lo quieras yo te lo doy…

Lo Que Te Gusta

In more then 15 years, this fence has stood the test of time… but apparently it’s not immune to cars… lol… In less then a month, two cars plowed their way into the side of our house knocking over two posts and demolishing our wooden fence…

Apparently my father thinks I’m the new house keeper because he left me in charge of purchasing, fixing, and cleaning up the mess… But I guess he thought that since I fixed it once already, it wouldn’t hurt to let me fix it again…But then again, he did cut the grass over the weekend… I dredded cutting the grass…

So yeah… 4 hours later after I dug out the base, my next door neighbor showed up for the picture as if he was the one who got the damn thing out… lol… I gave him a pat on the back and said… “Good Job!”

Part I.

ella no esta,
pero pronto la voy a ver…

Puede ser que no hay una nececidad para un directorio de Podcasts Dominicanos, pero la verdad que me interesa ofrecer la oportunidad a los que tengan uno que por lo menos tengan un lugar donde puedan compartir con su gente… O hasta a las personas que estan interesada obtener mas informacion sobre lo que es un Podcast y para poner audio en su blogs…

Damn! Se me basio una botella del cologne Eternity en el carro… ahora me pueden oler des de la esquina! Ahora si eh verdad… Tengo que buscarme un guarde-espalda por el tro’ de mujeres que van a estar atras de mi por el bendito olor ese…

Have I told you lately that I miss you too… I’d like to talk about my dogs really… That talking to you on a day to day basis is therapeutic for my well being. My dogs’ names are… I’d like to get “philosophical” but that would just make it deeper and harder to understand. Why do you want to know my dogs’ names for? I should be honest and say that this time around I’m just about ready to commit to something I’ve never experienced before… So back to my dogs… The feeling and thought of having to commit has not been in my nature for quite some time. How well trained are your dogs? The feeling and thought of having you there but not being able to see you or touch you is going to be one of those things that we have no control over. My dogs poop all over the place but only in the winter time and that’s only because they hate the cold weather. And the day that we do get together is going to be really special. But my dogs are always together, they like to smell each others butts! One thing I won’t be able to say is good bye. Dogs don’t talk… I almost always say, “I’ll see you later” because it makes it that much easier in my “despedida”. My dogs also sleep in the same cage… To know that I’ll be back to conquer your heart with the same sarcastic and loving emotions running through both of us.

Some people consider this bad blogging… or simply a bunch of … Others just don’t talk about thier personal lives on thier blogs… which is cool as well… I have no problem talking (in this case writing) about my personal life… after all, who else is going to listen to me at 5 in the morning… I’ve said it before and i’ll say it again… Blogging is therapeutic!

Diantre… aqui estan…

1. ¿Cuándo fué tu último examen?

Yo tengo un examen todo los dias en el trabajo… Si no se lo que estoy haciendo (la mayoria del tiempo) tengo que aprender la literatura/tematica

2. ¿Hay algún examen que recuerdes especialmente por algo?

Si hombe! En el 6to nivel de la escuela nos daban unos examenes todo los jueves… Yo de “inteligente” averigue que dia daban las noticias del examen y la gravaba. Lo malo fue cuando un dia me puse a vender la materia del examen y la maestra lo averiguo… lol… que vaina… desde pequeño me quitaban el dinero que me ganava…

3. ¿Has copiado alguna vez en un examen? ¿Qué técnica utilizabas?

Lentes oscuros, gorra, levantando la mano y mirando para los lados, pidiendo permiso para ir al baño, y hasta preguntadole al amigo del lado… Pero ya no me vale… Aun asi me quemo!

4. ¿Eres de los que necesitan altas dosis de valeriana, altas dosis de café o te tomas(o te tomabas) las cosas con filosofía?

Gracias a dios no soy adicto al cafe…

5. ¿Examen tipo test, examen de desarrollo o.. examen oral?

Bueno… esa pregunta como que ta fea para la foto…

Un extra: ¿Cuantos boligrafos cogías o cojes antes de cada examen por si se le acaba la tinta a alguno?

Siempre voy preparado a los examenes… 2 lapizero y 2 boligrafo…

1) ¿Cuál es tu palabra favorita? ¿Cuál es la que más odias?

Ahora mismo es “Niceee”… el primo llego anoche de RD y se la paso en esa… What!?! Hay un tipo que se cree que es sordo en el trabajo pero escucha todo lo que uno les dice…

2) ¿Qué te inspira, te hace moverte, te “da marcha”? ¿Qué te tira, te abate, te “baja las baterías”?

Puede ser lo que sea… un pensamiento, musica, una conversacion, pero lo que mas me inspira soy yo mismo.. Lo que me baja mas las baterias son las personas debiles… Trato de ser dynamico pero al mismo tiempo muy medido…

3)¿Cuál es tu grosería favorita?

No tengo… soy un tipo muy medido…

4)¿Cuál es el sonido que más te gusta? ¿Y el que más odias?

El sonido de la tambora. El mardito Reggaeton…

5)¿Qué profesión, diferente de la actual, te gustaría desempeñar? ¿En cuál NUNCA participarías?

Me gustaria descubrir las progesion mas vieja del mundo… mal pensados…

Yo y mi otro Yo
1) En general, eres totalmente espontáne@ o tienes escondido un lado salvaje, políticamente correcto, incorrecto, sensible, etc?

Tengo un lado escondido por ahi… un lado de cual nadie sabe… un lado que es dificil de encontrar… un lado que solo lo conose la soledad…

2) ¿Alguien ha sico capaz de sacar de tí una personalidad desconocida (para bien o para mal)? ¿Un/a héroe/heroina? ¿Un energúmeno/a?

La verdad que no… si fuera un Super Heroe, o Super Amante no creo que lo publicaria asi por asi…

3) ¿Por quién te cambiarías durante un día? ¿Por qué? He dicho por un día (o un mes, o 5 minutos) para evitar la respuesta facilona: “No, me gusta como soy”.

Bueno… ahi se pone dificil la cosa… despues de unos cuanto tragos te digo quien eres…

4) Cuando te ves en algún vídeo casero, ¿te gusta como eres? ¿te caes bien? ¿eres como realmente crees?

Bueno… no me gusta… pero la realidad es la realidad aun no me guste…

5) ¿Te engañas a tí mism@? ¿Te das cuenta de ello?

No lo eh notado… Si me voy a engañar, trato de reconocer el error… si no se fue to a pique.

1) Ropa interior para él ¿Cómo te gusta? (tipo, color, marca,…)

No hombe quien le dijo a esa persona que todo el mundo es gay?

2) Ropa interior para ella ¿Cómo te gusta? (tipo, color, marca,…)

Bien sessy! Transparente, y marca Apeameuna

3) ¿Te has probado alguna vez ropa interior del otro sexo? ¿Te gustaría hacerlo?

De verdad que ete tipo ta pasao

4) En el sexo ¿Mejor empezar ya sin ropa interior, o dejarla para sacar más jugo al juego?

El Jugo se lo saca uno sin ropa miamor…

5) ¿Has ido alguna vez sin ropa interior? ¿Por qué? ¿A dónde? ¿Alguien se enteró?

Todo el tiempo… mientras menos ropa interior tienes puesta, mejor todavia…

1)La frase

Mamao: Una persona que es un mamao…

2)El dicho

El trabajo lo hiso Dios como enemigo

3)El mito

Ese lo tengo guardado…

4)La gran mentira

Yo se lo que estoy haciendo…

5)La gran verdad

No se nahhhhhh….