The title looks like the next Adele CD album but anyway.

So the day has come.

Im not one of those persons who make a big deal about the birthdays. In fact, i’ve just made a party once in my life about my birthday, when i was 20, pretty cool actually, but i just prefer going out with some friends, drink, dance, rock music, and thats it.

Ok i must add that my last birthday was one of the greatest in my life, cuz a gorgeuos New Yorker who i love made a romantic dinner with jamon serrano, tortelini (or maybe ravioli), wine, an amazing kiss and a fantastic session of passionate sex and love.

However this year will be kindda different.

Once a person told me that becoming 23 its kinda big deal, cuz its the time when you are suppose to know what to do in life and bla bla bla (stuff full of boring routine). A great friend of mine told me also that 23 its suppose to be the perfect number, according to some mathematical-logical-philosophical thing. Michael Jordan wore the 23 on his shirt. Christopher McCandless from the book “Into the wild” was 23 when he was in the middle of nowhere having a fucking cool life experience.

Having a summary of cool things i remember have done and lived until now are:

  • 1993 – Entering school. Threatening the teacher of eating spinach like Popeye and punch her in the face.
  • 1994 – 1995 – Best rookie athlete on long jump and sprint running.
  • 1996 – The year i met Rock music.
  • 1997 – First time i went to Cancun, fell in love with the white sand and the goddamn blue turquoise sea.
  • 1998 – Orlando Florida, Disneyworld. I cried when i met Mickey Mouse.
  • 1999 – Mother fucker strong earthquake in Puebla. In the bathroom. One of the most scary days of my life.
  • 2000 – Ruta Maya tour with the family.
  • 2001 – 2002 – Award of best basketball player in school.
  • 2003 – First girlfriend. First kiss. First true erection because of female boobs.
  • 2004 – First time since kindergarden that i went back into track and field again. Best rookie on the state championship winning 2nd place on my 1st year of competition.
  • 2005-2006 – Exchange year. Germany. Europe. A year where i learned how to smoke cigarettes and weed. Drugs. Alcohol. Hot Females. The year i lost my virginity. Eternal walks through the magical european places. Met awesome people, made awesome friends. Became a professional thief accumulating a bill of 1235 euros and finally got caught by the police for stealing an iPod case of 2.5 euros. Being excused by the judge and paid a 30 euros fine.   First blackout for alcohol. More alcohol. First time i saw snow and tried to eat it. First and only time ive snowboarded and fell in love with it.
  • 2007 – Got my driver license. 2 hours later crashed the car. Met my best mate JC.
  • 2008 – Graduated from highschool. Entered college.
  • 2009 – Spent the night in police jail for running over a guy. (Nothing happened to him, actually he tried to take money from my parents later) Worst night of my life.  But also there’s the AC/DC concert, Mexico City Foro Sol. Cried when i heared highway to hell. One of the most fucking great nights in my life.
  • 2010 – November 26th. Met the lady that would change my life.
  • -Iron Maiden Concert (freaking awesome).
  • 2011 – Fell in love for the first time with a beautiful girl from Hastings on Hudson New York. Met real happiness. Started to live again. New Years Eve in New York City.

2012 hasnt been thaaaat bad so far. I mean yeah i had a depressive good bye scene on an airport but i know ill be with her again eventually. Beyond that, and the facts that there was another earthquake last week and that there may be a zombie apocalypse, well this looks like a fresh year. Im going to the Metallica concert. Also im suppose to be graduated on december of this year, so maybe it is the year of having extreme fun, of learning new stuff and grow up on the fun and cool way.

So tomorrow i will just enjoy drinking beers and some tequila shots with my friends, and ill receive this 23 with arms wide open.

As my favourite person in the world would say:

“Vamos a veeeeer, vamos a veeeeeeeer”

Happy birthday to all the other persons who were born on the 28th of march!

Oh the medium-high-really high-whatever class

As a student almost mechanical engineer guy about to graduate, i’ve been searching for some options where i can go for a 6 months internship. The thing is, why do i wanna go? I have a house here, i have lived here for about 22 years, friends, i know pretty much everything about the place, i know a lot of people, so in other words, I HATE IT.

I consider myself as someone who really doesnt give a shit about status or society or anything related to that, however, i have lived around many people who does, plus, the university where i study is pretty much a good one academically speaking but anyone in this city can say is the burrow for the kind of people who love all this high status shit importance.

So in the past months i discovered something really curious and annoying about some part of the society i have lived in which leads me to one of the reasons i wanna leave this place:

When you are talking or chatting to someone you just met, it appears that one of the very first and standard questions people do is “so what do you study?” or “where do you work?”. Many would think, well what’s wrong with asking that? There’s nothing wrong when you ask that just when you want to know more about the person you are talking to, there’s nothing wrong if you just want to talk about something. But what i’ve seen is, that people in this city and in this country ask that to stablish a judgement about the person they are talking to, and then they decide after receiving an answer if they want to continue talking, if the person they are talking to has the same intellectual-monetary-ridiculous-whatever level. People dont really care about knowing the person, they just care if the person is or at least appear to be like them. I could answer stuff to those questions like “yeah, mechanical engineer, about to apply to BMW and VW in Germany, oh yeah i talk 3 languages by the way, oh and my IQ is higher than the 90% of the population, yeah you know, 138, bla bla bla”. What for? Useless and reckless.


Yeah, yeah, there are exceptions, thats more than obvious, i know some of them, unfortunately, there are not many.

A couple of months ago i had the awesome luck of being in the magical city of New York. I met a lot of people over there, mexicans, americans, and some derivatives. So when i was there i noticed that the people didnt really care in a pretentious way what i do here?, what do i study?, where do my parents work?, how much do i pay for school?, what is my IQ? bla bla bla, all those typical questions. Instead they asked stuff like what do i like to do for fun? food questions, running questions(one of my favourite hobbies), some life experiences shared, what was my favourite drink? in other words, just questions and conversations that made me feel really comfortable. All this supporting the upper paragraph, there’s a HUGE world out there, a better one.

Another thing i find pretty annoying is that if you are part of this medium-high-fuckin high class, you must follow the rules. Oh yeah.

  • Rules of what to dress: “no uglies allowed”.
  • What to eat: “Careful with the street food, its dangerous for the stomach”.
  • How to talk: “Why do you say chale, valedor, chido? That’s naco, you should read more”
  • People you are allowed to talk to: Dont talk to him/her, he/she has tattoos, thats bad”.
  • Music you are allowed to hear: “Rock and heavy metal music is satanic and for bad people”
  • Prays: Please help me?
  • Places you are allowed to go
  • Places you are NOT allowed to go
  • More church

blaaaa blaaaaaa blaaaaaaaaaaa.

3rd reason, simple and short, the pay is better outside, or it may be really good here only if you work for oil and gas, which is not my thing.

So in other words, i find my country pretty cool and awesome in a lot of things, (and im not saying theres only people like that in here, theres A LOT all over the globe), but like i said before, there are better places out there, there are better people out there.

Day 1

I must admit i thought writing a blog would be much easier than this, i spent about 1 hour trying to find or invent a cool name for the blog. When i thought i had it, then again i’ve been staring at my standard lap top for about another hour.

Based on my girlfriend’s(well unfortunately separated girlfriend by mother fucker long distance and external situations, ill write about that later) experiences and amazing writing skills, i’ve decided to write a blog on my own.

By writing a blog i understand somethink like “i write about anything i want, if you like it read it, if you don’t, go and F yourself i won’t give a damn”, so as i was reading the wordpress manual and checking some suggested automatic suggested blogs depending on your personal interests, i just realized i needed to to this, not only because my extreme love-bonding with a beautiful New Yorker, but because right now i want to write about my life, i want to write about all the not boring things around my so boring life in order to find something more than just live to breathe.

Yeah, it sounds really dramatic and even pitiful in some way, but who isnt?

Im not an expert on this writing thing, which is why i prefer numbers and calculations, but i think writing depends on the experience and the mood of the person.


Today its been quite a day. Today is the very first day after the brake up-depressive scene in the Terminal 2 on the International Mexico DF Airport. I ate a Jumbo Package of Caramel popcorn at the VIP cinema alone. I feel lonely, maybe the biggest loneliness ever in my life. In the other hand, happy, because im under the same sky than she, i can talk to her and look at some pictures with a huge smile (there will be time for the love blog). I love my parents (mmm well sometimes), i mean, they gave me life, but today also i really realized how weird, stressful and sometimes unnecesary they are (there will be also a blog about mexican parents and my parents). Today i got fucking scared due to some “typical” and annoying entities called the huehues, as one of them shot his .5 Caliber fake rifle to the air and got annoyed because the street was closed and i had to find alternate routes. I have been sitting for 2 hours 23 minutes 48 seconds and counting writing this blog (as i said, this is pretty difficult).

Today im starting a new cycle of my life. Today my heart beat is telling me the show must go on.

Its time to go just on my own, to learn and re open my eyes to this place called world.

Time to live.