:: because reading is less troublesome than writing ::

I don't have much time lately, I only have kept track on two blogs lately.

John Mayer
I discovered it a couple weeks ago. I really like his music, the new single is very different of everything he did before, every album has been completely different and I really appreciate that.

His blog talks about the lifestyle I always took for granted when I was younger and used to play guitar 8 hours a day and write silly poems. No big rockstar gimmicks, just a guy playing around.


Scott Adams
The philosopher of the cubicle-dwelling creatures. I like Dilbert a lot, and I'm a member of the DNRC.

I think the Scott is a smart and cool guy, but sometimes the rants and discussions become annoying. I just skip to the next post.


The player randomized me with: Jack Off Jill - When I Am Queen / Drain STH - I Will Follow / Mazzy Star - Disappear, during the writing of this post.

:: semi charmed kind of life ::

things are changing.

i never achieved as much as I have lately. on many aspects.

i rarely screwed it up more than lately too. neglecting everything that matters, including me. falling asleep behind the wheel. working up to 16 hours a day, building up a resume that will cause envy in this country and put me on the level of anywhere else I'd like to work, at a personal cost that will leave not much to ever enjoy my future achievements.

i'm tired. i feel old. i have the feeling i'm sabotaging myself, that i have to be cautious with this bastard that always been in a fancy blend with the pragmatic over-achiever. i can't even tell between the layers within me.

you can tell i'm not right when i go back to typing without capitals.

i don't feel at home anywhere now. no arms can shelter me because i don't really want to. it's just me, in an almost unreal loneliness i feel, even in a kiss, just me in this first-person game that is set to a level i have trouble keeping up with.

even though i make it look like i'm winning. and maybe i'm winning. it's just that i'm hungry for more.

so, on with the show. work is my drug. my niche is in front of a screen. like an oompa-loompa in a chocolate factory.

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i've changed. so, you, who are reading this, might get a phone call one of these days, you who might sit with me looking over the valley from escazú mountains, you might be my key to a different life. i just ask you for patience, you know me, you know my pace when it comes to opening a heart's door outside a blog.