My perfect face

No, I’m not conceited, and I’m not talking about I don’t like my face… and my face isn’t perfect. Ok?
Let me explain, ok?

Good.

There’s a girl who has a perfect face (well, it’s perfect for me). I’m an artist. I’d like to draw and paint. And I think her face is simply charming, fabulous, wonderful, divine… In other words, perfect.
Of course, I like her perfect face. And no, I’m not talking about I’d like to have that face (I’m a man, and I don’t care about my face). When I say “my perfect face” I’m using the word “my” for affection.

She is a friend of mine, and I’m obsessed with her face since I know her. Because of that: since I know her (from her 15) until today (now she has 22) I have lived obsessed with her perfect pretty face.

So, what bothers me now? Almost nothing… she’s in France, that’s all. And I can’t paint her as many times as I’d like.

Oh, may be I am a stubborn boy… but I wish (oh, how I wish!) to paint her face.

Paint, paint, paint…

Bad main scenes in movies

Last Friday I went to see StarWars - Episode III. One of the more fucking waited movies of the year! Yeee!

(Now, before nothing, an advertence: if you haven’t seen the mentioned movie, stop reading if you don’t want to know some things about it.)

It was all good. I was with the idea of not to see a well-dramatic movie but do see a great special effects movie. So… it was ok. Fights, light-saber choreographies, explosions, bad dialogs between warriors, more fights, space ships, worlds, future, technology, Jedi fights, Natalie Portman pregnant, my girlfriend drooling for half-naked Anakin, etc.

It was ok! But it’s quite different to see bad dialogs than see a bad main scene! That part when Anakin is turned into Darth Vader is just pathetic. I can’t believe a man (even manipulated by spiritual crap) doesn’t have a single inner conflict when kill one of his masters and joining the fucking people he had sworn destroy all his entire life!

Isn’t there any conflict? Hello?? Is somebody there? How can somebody believe this?

I simply can’t. I thanks George Lucas for create worlds and for give us all that special effects stuff (I’m sure more than one thanks him for that), but I was disappointed for that scene.

That’s my Saturday complaint.

Fashion people

One of the most hated things for me is fashion.

And may be a fashion-girl would ask me with her spoiled voice: “Oh! But… why you hate it, if it’s so cool!?” Because it limits people! And limits their already limited brain too!
I guess you’ve noticed it. That thin girls with a sunglasses and a shining pink neckerchief over their heads and that fucking screeching voice I hate so much. That bothers me as you can’t even imagine.
And it’s not a racist idea. I can hate black and white fashion people the same. Really! (But the reality is there are more blond girls like that than black girls… at least here, in Mexico).

By now you may ask why. Just look at them! Their conversation topics are about fashion music, fashion clothes, fashion tv people, fashion gossips and/or fashion crap! Means… there are no interesting topics for them. And what the hell is fashion? Who was the fantastic asshole that imposed the fucking fashion? I don’t know...

…Perhaps there is a secret fashion society behind all!!!

Still I don’t know why people likes fashion so much. It eats their little brains and makes them odious. It rests interest to their conversation topics and the capability of their minds to think because they let other to think for them!

The more disturbing scene is when you find someone which his great goal is to be a pop star or something like that. Give me a fucking break! Those who sing well are much more than a damn pop star (like Nightwish, for example) and their fans are good followers. Those who just-sing are fucking pop stars and have nothing to say except fashion love songs. And fashion love is another thing that bothers me infinitely.

Fashion love is about fashion girls and boys, who don’t fell anything except passion, sex wishes, caresses, and fear to face their own emptiness alone!

That’s why I hate fashion people.

Waiting...

Something very bothering is to wait. Everybody has waiting sometimes.

Yesterday, I wait for my brother to arrive into a restaurant. We haven’t seen each other since a few months so… yesterday was the day for talk by some hours. He said he would be there at 7.
You know… normally I’m a patient guy and I can wait up to 30 minutes. But yesterday wasn’t a simple person. It was about my brother, so I could wait more.

But “more” was a damn fucking hour! He arrived at 8 o’clock!

My question is: Why the people say they’ll arrive at some hour and they simple can’t do it? May be a few minutes (5, even 10) is supportable; but wait for half an hour, or (this case) a got damn hour is excessive. You can say me: “well, why the fuck you wait him that time?”

…Because, it was about my brother. So, don’t be a bother for your family, please!

Traffic

There is something I hate: Traffic.

No. I’m not talking about drugs traffic, nor children traffic for porn (well, that counts too) or any illegal traffic stuff. I’m talking about the traffic in the city.

All the fucking day there’s traffic everywhere!

But I’m not talking about just cars traffic. Indeed, it doesn’t bother me so mucho as the people traffic. Yes! People traffic!
Has it passed to you that you’re walking hurried because you’re late for something, and suddenly one or two or three or any fucking assholes hinder you? Could be they are walking very slowly; could be they’re stopped there, just in front of you; or could be they’re simply stupid. But they’re there: hindering you.

That’s what I hate! That and the damn people who don’t know how to drive in the traffic and create more cursed traffic!

Religious fans

Today I’ve many things about I want to complain.
The first one is about religion. Do you like religion? I’m not. And no, I’m not a cursed atheistic. I do believe in God! (…and in fairies, angels and ghosts) But I’m just tired about people that take advantage of people by means of God & religious ideas.

Do you know what the worse thing is? Many times, those people don’t even know they are doing it! Many times, those people manipulate somebody because they’re manipulated too. It’s just pathetic.

For example, those Jehovah witnesses: They come to my house every fucking week, ring the bell and when I open the door (oh, damn!) they smile from ear to ear and say something like: “hello, friend!” (friend? What? Excuse me? Do I know you?) “Have you noticed about the changes the world is suffering in the last days?”

What the hell are you talking about?? Every day, people die. Everyday, someone is born. There’s always a damn war in some place of the world. Of course I’ve noticed it! Of course the fucking world is suffering changes! That’s not news!

So, when they ask me that stupid question, I just look them with an idiot face and say “wha…?” And then, like if they have absolute control over the situation, they smile even more and say: “Yes, we’re here to speak with you about this. You know?”
And then, it becomes the one-million$ question: “Do you read the bible?”

What the fuck?? You were talking about the changes in the world and you just come to your fanatic point! Normally, my mom closes the door in their noses. But I like to enjoy. So, instead of just close the door I turn the question to them and ask -Bible? What bible are you talking about?
Usually, they answer -The holy bible, of course!
-No, no… I mean… Bible becomes from the Greek word biblos. So, biblos means an amount of books. If you’re talking about a holy amount of books, I have many of them! (whee!)
Here’s the moment when they turn their faces and say “wha…?”
-Yes, look: I have the Koran, the Christian bible, The Torah, the LaVey Satanic bible, the Eliphas Levi’s High Magic doctrine, The Wiccan Book of Shadows, The Trismegistus’s Emerald tablet, The Buddhism doctrine…

Of course, I don’t have half of the mentioned books, but it’s just funny to mention them in front of those fans; because when I do, they got a freaked face and points to me saying “you’re in a deep hole! You’re going to the hell! Change your way now! Repent yourself now before it’ll be late!”

What the fuck…? When I’ll die, I won’t go to the hell, because I don’t believe in hell or heaven. I believe in reincarnation. So, in my next life, I’ll be a spoiled dog of a rich house. Yes! I’ll be a fucking poodle! And sure, it isn’t going to be hell.

But that’s sad. After I close the door to those assholes, I see what the fanaticism can do. What really disturbs me is the fact that they really thing they have the Holy Truth. Why don’t let the people in peace? If they believe in God, good! If people believe in reincarnation, heaven and hell, a return of the spiritual essence to the cosmic energy, God, Devil, thousands of gods, the holy Death, angels, metaphysics, new age, Allah, aliens, science or simply nothing, then leave the people to believe in whatever people want! Not because you believe in something, the rest of the world needs to do the same. If you find your spiritual way, that’s ok! But I don’t care!

So, if a Jehovah witness reads this, don’t offend! Ok? Because it’s the fucking true! You disturb thousands of people a day and this is just a damn complaint. You don’t like it? Well, I don’t care because you don’t care if you will bother me when you knock my door for speak about religious bullshit.

Thank you!

Girlfriend without a job

Oh well, once again about my girlfriend.

You know? One of the worst things in the world is to have a querulous girlfriend. Normally, girls complain more than men (C’mon girls, its true). But there is a little difference between just complain more and complain all the fucking time…

The great motive of my girlfriend complaints is for not to have a work. And we could be angry with our damn country (Mexico) and our useless government because there is not enough work for all. But it is just stupid to do that (even when the 80% of the Mexicans do the same).

So, my girlfriend complains because she doesn’t have a work, and I complain because she complains too much. Isn’t stupid?

Yes, it is!

But I’m here, complaining about stupidities and you are here too, reading my stupid complaints, he he he…

Whatever, I’m fucking tired of listen her today. She doesn’t have a work because there are hundred or thousands of psychologists fighting (not literally) for the same damn opportunity. Her biggest fear is to be unemployed for months or years, and I have been saying her she won’t be unemployed.

…Even when I know it is very possible that she will be unemployed for years. But life is like this. Shit happens. Don’t you think so?

Prophecy: break with a girlfriend.

I am fucking angry today. Indeed, I am fucking angry since yesterday night. All starts when I had a headache… that damn headache. Ok, it wasn’t a great or unsupportable headache, but it was very much uncomfortable.
Whatever… after some half-hours and little doses of pills, pizza and girlfriend caresses, the headache gone. And I was better.
But later, a friend of mine said me something in the car: something freaky.

Do you have freaky friends? Those who believe themselves with some kind of divine gifts or awesome powers or something? Those who think they can see the future or the past or something in the present but in another place they can’t see?
…Well, I have many friends like them. Many.
In fact, I was just like them… by a while. And sometimes it was cool, you know? Fell you are a damn powerful modern wizard it’s cool… especially if you don’t want to have normal friends and want to be the pointed creepy guy in the school (whee!).

Well… Back to the point: Yesterday, I was talking with one of these freaky friends I have. And he said me: “You know? You’ll break with your girlfriend in a few months” (Oh! What a damn prophecy!).
“…And I’m not the only one who said it! Adolph and Yuri say the same!”

Do you know what bother me? It’s not the possibility to break with my girlfriend.
…Well, it bothers me too, but not as much as the fact that somebody, even my own friends, tell me that I’ll do that!
I mean, what are their fucking problems? Just in the case their awesome freaky powers are true: if it’s going to happen, then… it will just happen! Why he tells me that? Whenever that stupid prophecy complies, why do I have to be worried since now?
“Live your own life. And live it now.” <- that’s my quote, damn! Now I’m glad with my girlfriend. Now I love her. Now I like to hold her in my arms and kiss her again and again. Why the fuck comes a moron and says me that? Do you understand? ...Me neither.

First complaint

So... here we go!

It is pretty obvious that this is my first published blog. And the thing that bothers me right now is that I still don’t know what a fucking blog really is. I mean, I just can clarify that is a virtual “place” to put an amount of comments, stories and may be a girl-like diary… (uuuh! It’s soooo cute!)
Well… I will write a girl-like diary of complaints!! Whee!! (Doesn’t sound great, uh? ¬¬)
Fine. Now: why the hell you will be interested in read this amount of bullshit? Really, you don’t need to read this if you don’t want. And you could read this just if you like it. It’s the Internet, man! So, please: don’t disturb me with stupid comments about my complaints.
I’ll try to make them fun just for the few people that could read them. If you think they’re fun, good; if you not, go and read another blogs by there. Be happy and I’ll keep writing.

…And! If you ask, I’m not an embittered man. I’m just somebody who likes to write the things I don’t like with a little touch of humor.
That’s all.