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Agurruñaito en la cama. Un día que comienza con una brisa fresca. Un día que se volverá a calentar con los rayos del sol… el sonido de las bosinas bosiando la voz del Grupo Niche. La televisión tocando la película Domino y yo pensando en lo que voy hacer hoy ya que tengo el dia libre… recogeré un libro para estudiar un poco, recogeré la ropa sucia, limpiare los trates sucios, visitare mi familia, y luego me iré de rumba… nahh… mejor me quedo en la cama soñando…

Just like the movie Crash, this interesting show which relates to the daunting task of finding two strangers in NYC reminds me of how much life is a game… It’s called Game Theory…

It [game theory] is the science of strategy. It’s recognizing that the success of what you do depends on what other people do…

It all depends on you thinking about what that other person is thinking… To me it seems extremely time consuming but the truth of the matter is that if you don’t think about it or if you don’t have an open relationship with your other significant, you are forced to play a game even if you don’t want to. It’s all a mind game no matter what you say or do… the minute you meet someone your playing the game. The minute you plan an event, or simply consider doing something with someone else… your a player.

John Nash, the mathematician featured in the movie “A Beautiful Mind,” won the Nobel Prize for his work in game theory, proving there’s a way for everyone in a group to be happy with the outcome.

So… there’s a theoretical explanation for what I’ve been thinking about. Life is a game… I simply need to balance both sides of the equation in order to be happy on the inside, although on the outside I appear to be happy already… A little bit of physics, calculus, mind games and reality go a long way… aunque uno no lo crea…

Gracias al licenciado Harold Martinez por la vaina de Obvious Diversion Image Toy… a few of my own modifications in the CSS file and we’re good to go…

Which reminds me… I have to continue modifying the submit page on the Remolacha Beta page… People have forgotten all about it… including myself… I just don’t think that we are ready to contribute on the level we have to if in fact it is the way to go with sharing news about our culture… to many things to do before it is published… Vamos a ver que pasa… I’ll finish working on it and then take it from there.

As I walked around the city yesterday I thought of making a career change… and how much I wanted be in the city. It’s a dream that’s not too far from reality but I’d have to choose a career that will pay the bills right off the bat. A career that provides the amenities that you find in Jersey… such as a parking space that protects your car from being hit from all sides… eh duro…

Amoungst the jobs I thought of… Wall Street Broker, Accountant, Mathematician, or a Computer Engineer… hmm… sounds like the preppy class if anything… graduates from Harvard, Yale or MIT… Now adays a good job is a job that has a salary of $100k+… In order for you to afford the things you want and need… seriously… Morgage alone on a $350k home is over $2k a month! You certainly can’t pay that on a $60k or $70k salary and be able to afford a car note, insurance, food, and all of the other little things that make you happy such as vacations… hmmm… it’s the truth… you’d have to be a slave to pay your mortgage for the next 5 years living from paycheck to paycheck without a break other then your tax return… and that’s not funny…

Hoy di una camina! carajo yo si camino… I started my day off by visiting my parents… they are deep into getting the house cleaned up and ready for show… hay un tró de cajas para llenar… After that I decided to go for a long walk… I just didn’t know where I would walk to… Sooo… I started off by crossing the George Washington Bridge… It was about 11 or so… cuando vengo a ver… I’m on 42nd street 2 hours later… hehe… Pero nah… I kept on walking like I was in some race or something… yo andaba con calma mirando y gozando el dia… I ended up on Wall Street about an hour later… my feet were hurting but I thought it was more of a mental thing then anything else… Sooo… I started to walk back! I made it up to 72nd St. where I caught the 1 train uptown… made a pit stop @ 163rd St. to refill my tummy and kept on walking back home at about 6pm.

Eso si… disfrute de la marrdita camina… I didn’t buy anything either. I didn’t want any baggage on my way back… I did see a few things I’ll be going back for tho… y cuanta mujere… errrr diablo! I noticed that there were beautiful looking women between 68th St and 44th St… I’ll call that the HOT ZONE… hehe… there were a few hot zones but the Hot Zone is where most of the Modeling Agencies are at… that explains that… They must of had their lunch break at about that time… hehe…

y nah…me encontre con un trago de Hennesey a las 3 de la tarde, tambien me encontre con un muevle a las 2 de la tarde, me encontre con un poster de James Dean que decia

Dream as if you’ll live forever and live as if you’ll die today

gotta go back for that poster… tambien me encontre con una rubia y dos perritos Grey Hound… niicceee… la rubia… bueno… los perritos tambien… Tambien me encontre con un M3 del 2006 de 4 puertas… nunca lo habia visto hasta hoy… y por fin me encontre con la musica de Matisyahu. Awesome artist… y nah… eso es todo por ahora…

I forgot where I read or heard this…

Life should be measured in seasons of Love…

Fall and Winter are officially over for me… So much for following what the heart says. Life is a game and I’m going to play it my way this time… and I’m going to follow my own rules… and I am going to make them up as I go along… Here go my first set of rules…

Never date a woman that has a kid.
Trust no woman.

Host Gator apparently suspended our account since we didn’t renew the service… hehe… niceee… como pueden ver, Blogs Dominicanos no tiene entrada! Que hobby mas pendejo… lol… seriously… oh well… what can I say…

Tonight I find myself looking into my kithen window and seeing my reflection as I hold a glass of Johnny Walker (Blue Label)… In the background, I’m listening to Julio Iglesias…
-es que estoy fino…

27 years old, living alone, trying to build my future from the bottom up… after all we have to start from somewhere… I come from a humble home where I was taught to be kind, caring, giving, loving, strong, bold and hard working. No tengo mucho de ofrecer… but I’m comfortable and happy with what I have… a bed, a desk, my laptop, bread, plates, knives, forks, spoons, two speakers, my priceless CD’s, a toothe brush, heat and hot water.
-Ya se como se siente vivir solo…

And the message is… The world is Yours… Take it…

Cool beans dude… I got the day time shift @ my job… hehe… one problem tho… My co-worker quit last night! just as things are about to get better, I have to stay on the night shift until they find his replacement… ain’t that a bitch. oh well… it is what it is… Other then that… I have tomorrow off and I sure do look forward to having a day off… I think my father returns from DR sometime this month… umm… I’ve gained five pounds… lmao… five pounds that I have no idea where they are… or how I gained them… and finally, I need to stop doing 80-100mph every where I drive… but I swear I don’t do it on purpose… it just feels so natural driving at that speed on open roads… and even the ones that aren’t open… I open them up one way or another… hehe… sorry… it’s the truth…

Y para mantener el amor que tengo sin perder el sentido de lo que siento…

Bien, ay tu amor me hace bien
Tu amor me desarma
Tu amor me controla
Me endulza, me encanta
Pero bien, tu amor me hace bien
Tu amor me desarma
Tu amor me controla
Me vence, me amarra

- Tu Amor Me Hace Bien
- Marc Anthony

No por nada tampoco pero como que las canciones de Marc Anthony… eh mejor no digo nah…

I need furniture for my place peoples! If your able to donate a leather sofa, 2 – flat panel TV’s, Bose Speakers and a Kitchen table… please let me know… hehe… yeah right, as if anyone has a 42 inch Flat panel to give away… pero nah… en serio ahora… my parents are packing up to ship furniture to DR, the house is going on the market, and sooner or later, I’ll have no where else to go to wash my clothes but the Laundromat… Que se va hacer?

Aquí me ven
Tratando de dejar atrás
Las malas cosas del pasado
Limpiándome toda la piel
De lo que un día me hizo daño
Para sanar mis heridas

Aquí me ven
Es hora de recuperar
Lo que dejé por olvidado
Las ganas de volver a amar
Y de vencer el calendario
Para encontrar mi salida

Aquí me ven
Tratando de limpiar los restos
Que quedaron del fracaso
Creyendo que tal vez podré
Recoger todos mis pedazos
Y recuperar mi vida

Aquí estaré
Y como un hombre asumiré
Que voy a retomar mis pasos
Que lo que nunca pudo ser es cosa
Del pasado
Y quiero amar sin mentiras
Sin mentiras

Mentiras
Vivir sin mentiras

Amar sin mentiras
Quiero amar sin mentiras….

Aquí me ven
Tratando de limpiar los restos
Que quedaron del fracaso
Creyendo que tal vez podré
Recoger todos mis pedazos
Y recuperar mi vida

Aquí estaré
Y como un hombre asumiré
Que voy a retomar mis pasos
Que lo que nunca pudo ser es cosa
Del pasado
Y quiero amar sin mentiras
Sin mentiras

Listening to it is one thing, reading it is another… living it and having to decide what to do is that much harder… arrgggg! What is IT!?! I still can’t figure it out. It’s frustrating, complicated… blah blah blah…

My subconscious is all over the place… Luckily I’m aware enough to know the difference between reality and a thought. Reading into every sign, person, thought, or expirience is time consuming, but I manage to stay conscious of the path I take. Afterall…

Every passing minute is a chance to turn it all around.

As time goes by I’m more and more conscious of my surroundings. The people that I see, the life that they live, the dreams that they have, the personality that they portray, and who they really are… friend, foe or niether. As well as the person that I am, the life that I live, the dreams that I have, the personality that I portray and who I really am…

Is life an illusion? Isn’t it supposed to be what we make of it? Why do I find myself writing, reading and thinking… about life, love, trust, honesty and happiness… It must be boredom, or perhaps lack of happiness, interest, arousement, or maybe a dream. hmmm…

I must say that you never know what to expect from life. One minute everything can be going great and then the next minute, it all falls apart. Or vice versa… one minute you may be falling apart and then the next someone is there to put you back together again.

How ironic it was when I read on Chelle’s blog that we go from one extreme to the other until we find the balancing point which makes us happy. This seems to be true with my hair cuts… I just can’t find that balancing point tho… I don’t know how in the world I’m going to manage the craving of cutting my hair short for the summers…

No, pero en serio… Chelle’s blog has been one of the few places where I have found some type of tranquility… It’s just one of those things… The person you least expect anything from is always there to wish you well, guide you through a difficult sittuation, or pick you up. Thanks!

Lapi Verde to mi…
Thank You.

I must be the stupidest, cheesiest, craziest, shallowest, dumbest, retard-est, gull-ablest, guy ever. I feel like I’m living a dream that isn’t mine… in a world that doesn’t exist… with people who aren’t sincere… around people that don’t give a fuck… My mind is playing games with me even in my sleep! Mejor no duermo mas por hoy. damn… I’m also a day dreamer!

Hasta que punto de esclavitud trabajarian ustedes por ganar $100k en su trabajos?

Que dejarian de hacer?
Que horario quisieran llevar?
Que tipo de trabajo llevarian?
Que estilo de vida llevarian?

-yes i know… it’s a taboo subject…

It seems like there’s an epidemic of lonely people out there… lol… I swear… in less the 5 clicks I found 3 blogs where people were bitter over the fact that they were lonely… Pero nah… asi es la vida…

Yesterday I went back home and got my movie collection. I swear this boredom and loneliness has to come to an end at some point… right… the more I think of what could be instead of what is, I won’t be getting anywhere with myself… but I already knew that, I’m just sharing it with you.

Back to work for the next four days… one day off and two days back on… The hours are a pain in the ass but what can I do… After that, I get four days off… one day on and two back off… I can’t complain about that… In the meantime, try not to drown yourself in your own sorrows… I’m trying real hard not to…

Bueno… vamos a ver… I’ve uploaded and modified Menealo for Remolacha.net. Next up is testing the site out and determining if it’s as easy as it looks. Obviously it takes away from Remo’s personal touch which so many of us are used to. After all, thats what these blogs are all about… our personality, our traits, our characters… it is our image to the world… I must say we have come a long way in finding such ease by sharing thoughts, stories and pictures through blogs. It has been and will continue to be a great form of therapy for me… hehe…

Como algunos de ustedes saben/o no… Remo desea cambiar la forma en cual se publica en Remolacha.net.

“Pense mucho porque no sabia hasta que punto es REMOLACHA.net importante para tanta gente de la farandula, negocios, bloggers, periodistas, bodegueros, taxistas, y hasta chamaquitos, etc. que le dan valor a mi pagina como si fuera un medio a la par con los ya establecidos de mi pais. Esto me lleno de orgullo, vi una luz al final del tunel que me deja saber que aun hay esperanza, pero no se la forma de hacer que la pagina sobreviva basado en esa esperanza.

-La Solucion esta en sus manos

Para que Remolacha.net siga informando y entreteniendo a miles de Dominicanos debe de convertirse en una pagina mas democratica. Un web donde los usuarios envían las noticias y puedan decidir la importancia de los contenidos como Digg.com.”

En tres días hemos subido el programa “Menéalo” a nuestro servidor y ahora queremos ponerlo en sus manos.

1. Lo primero que deben de hacer es REGISTRARSE.
2. Luego de registrarse pueden seguir a la página de preguntas para leer más sobre el sistema de publicaciones, los votos, y como las historias que ustedes publican llegan a la portada principal.
3. Envíen una historia. Cada uno de ustedes tendrán la oportunidad de enviar un link con titulo, descripción y crédito por presentar la noticia.
4. VOTEN por las historias que ustedes publican y las historias que han publicado. Este sistema usa la palabra “MENEALO” para mover las historias mas leídas o importantes para ustedes.
5. Dejen Comentarios!! Queremos que prueben cada parte de este sistema. No solamente publicando y votando… queremos ver si en verdad trabaja y mas que todo, saber lo que piensan del proyecto como el futuro de Remolacha.net.

Durante las próximas 2 semanas queremos que ustedes publiquen, voten, comenten, envíen los bugs, y opinen sobre la facilidad o dificultad del programa. También permitiremos que pongan links en su blogs para que sus lectores vayan conociendo el sistema poco a poco.

Sooooo… I hope that by sharing the email that went out to select bloggers will encourage my readers to test the site. If you like it, let us know… If you hate it, let us know…

Si te dijeron
que desde el mismo dia
en que te fuiste
ella entro a mi vida,
no te mintieron.
Llego a la casa
justo en el momento
de tu despedida.
No la esperaba,
sin preguntar abrio la puerta
y entro en mi alma.
Se aprovecho de mi tristeza
de mi nostalgia.
Y hoy me acompaña.
Si te dijeron
que esta conmigo a cada instante,
a todas horas,
no te mintieron.
Pues como sombra me persigue,
no me deja a solas.
Te conocia,
sabia todo, fuiste tu quien le contaste.
Y al verme solo no dudo en aprovecharse.
Vino a buscarme.
Y se sienta en la mesa
y me acompaña en el cafe,
y contempla en silencio
tu retrato en la pared.
Luego pregunta por ti,
si te deje de pensar.
Y me sigue y me lleva hasta el cuarto
y me dice que tengo que olvidar.
Y se mete en la cama
y siento su respiracion,
que recorre mi cuerpo,
siento que me hace el amor.
Luego la veo sonreir,
creo que se burla de mi;
y se acerca y me dice al oido
que me olvide de ti.
Y se sienta en la mesa
y me acompaña en el cafe,
y contempla en silencio
tu retrato en la pared.
Luego pregunta por ti,
si te deje de pensar.
Y me sigue y me lleva hasta el cuarto
y me dice que tengo que olvidar.
Y se mete en la cama
y siento su respiracion,
que recorre mi cuerpo,
siento que me hace el amor.

Y hoy que te encuentro,
y me confiesas que me quieres,
que aun me extrañas.
Y me preguntas quien es esa
que hoy me acompaña.
Tu la conoces,

ella es……la soledad.
-Gilberto Santa Rosa

Damn… la soledad es tristeza, aburrimiento, desesperación, una enfermedad, un sentido inútil que se apodera de todo los sentidos y simplemente te baja la nota. Así me siento yo. Si les cuento lo que me pasa me pueden llamar loco, obsesionado, enamorado, retardado, estupido, engreído, creído, pendejo, idiota… en fin me pueden insultar al igual de decirme cuanto merezco algo mejor para mi mismo. But damn… it’s just a few months of being without seeing, touching, smelling, tasting or hearing from a woman that I’ve fallen in love with. A woman that I can admire because of her simplicity and her desire to want more from life… and yes I know… live and let live… love does not need space… and love is free… vamos a ver que pasa… sigo en mi soledad mientras tanto…