u-journal

I am sitting at this cafeteria with Stephany and Gonzalo. Legazpi city, close to Tabaco city… Not time to write… Later…

At home again… Just after job been finished. Trying not to get blind of using the palm inside. During lunchtime, I asked Stephany about her next country wish. She said Japan. Sounds cool. The point is that it made me remember about my freelance carear, or wish or fucking goal… whatever might be called, I remembered, and checked again on the Internet. This time, writing freelances sounded COOLER than ever before. So I read a bit more… I found this website called - something - which it’s supposed to bring the opportunity of making any money instantly. That’s the idea: to pay a fixed amount in concept of subscription every month. Half of that amount - 3 $/month - would be spent as access fee, and the other half would be spent in other users, according how popular each user is. Is all about writing… Any subject. Any name. Just writing, that’s all about. Although sounds cool, there’s something inside which isn’t fair. The problem is to know it… x x x Back at home again… I am being sketched by Stephany. It was cool tonight! People came over to take some drinks… Cristina, Maria Jose, Gonzalo, Joseba, Becky, Butch and Greg. That was it. Plus Stephany and me, of course. Cool. One of the aspects I like more about the apartment where we live is the freedom to be noisy that we enjoy. Today bongo. Yesterday, bongo. Bongo since Stephany arrive… and NO complains!!! Can you imagine someone hitting his bonqo at 1am? I do!

I am at home. At home with Stephany Yeah, everything is turning incredible, everything is turning nice. Yeah! I am just lying on the recently fucked up coach… Malate? Umm….. Fuck, text is begining to make me SICK. Seems like Stephany’s presence here improves it all… I dont really know what is it, but is good… Fuck, let’s stop generating bullshit. Let’s give some content… Yesterday… I am feeling kind of hurt YET. What happened? Ok, I got a text message to my cellular. Gonzalo. He asks if we join them going to Pea Burgos. ‘Yes’, is my reply… Pea Burgos is where the night and girlie bars are. Good, I fucking want to know that area. Then I got the second text. The second stream of shit. This one points out that we are going to a GIRLIE bar. FUCK! Of course! Stephany and me get ready… Then the phone rings. Joseba. He ‘explains’ me the ‘plan’. To go to a ‘girlie’ pub, new pub. Why emphasys on ‘new’ pub? Ok, none of this is my business, so I will not speak more about it… It is better to keep the shit, to leave it quiet… Conclusion: I got pissed because I was warned before about the fact of Stephany going there. No girls, it is only for guys. I am dead. I am going to sleep. I am taking this Stephany-intensive and I am TIRED.