La "Miss Peri"

A las seis de la mañana salimos de la casa. Nos pusimos de pie en frente de la panadería, husmeando la ignorada fragancia del pan fresco que hoy en día extrañamos. Esperamos pacientemente a tomar el autobus que nos llevaría a la escuela y al colegio. El bus que rondaba alrederor de la periferia de la ciudad: "La majestuosa y glamorosa Periférica", o la "Peri" como comúnmente la llamábamos. Una reina en ruedas con asientos ilustrados contando mil historias de aquel que no pudo alcanzar a pagar un taxi. Unos uniformados y otros atrasados. 60 mochilas y 40 pasajeros, todos pegaditos sin más ventilación que las ventanitas destruidas. Así se sentía el vaho. Unos sentados y muchos más de pie colgando de las barras en la parte superior del vehículo. Cuantas veces nos hemos descolgado de esa bendita barra cayéndonos, empujándonos y rozándonos. El viaje no era muy distante, pero en veces se tornaba largo. Los conductores eran viejos y gordos, como si esas cualidades fuesen requeridas para mantener su empleo. Ellos abusaban del café y fumaban como prostitutas sin clientes. Cafeína, nicotina y gasolina eran el combustible diario de estos profesionales transportistas.
Las paradas de la ruta eran las mismas, pero aparentemente no eran mandatiorias. Al menos que se gritara a todo pulmón "¡Parada!" Y al llegar a un alto, salir sano y salvo era toda una aventura. Un campo de obstáculos había que atravesar y saltar de la puerta en pleno movimiento. Que Dios nos ampare cada vez que la Peri pare...

GUESS WHO'S BACK?

Yup, mi'jos y mi'jas, c'est moi again... By popular demand (one request) I'm back here... I have been so addicted yo my myspace that I have neglected this precious blog and it's not even funny. I am on it everytime I log on into the damn laptop at home. I have wireless and that makes matter worse, because I can be on it while I watch the news, while I do laundry, while I eat... and who said I can't multitask? As a matter of fact, there is a minimized window with myspace right now. Pathetic, I know.
Well, what's been going on with me? Let me tell you. Work, work, work... and more work. Oh and some studying. I am taking a healthcare management course and it has kicked my ass. It sums up all what I should know to become a better manager in a diagnostic imaging department. In other words, it will look nice in my resume. I am working non stop since I will be flying to Boston in a month for a mini vacation. And if you have even been in the East coast, you will know that it is not cheap. But, I might not need to work all that much... I think it is just another excuse to hide my boredom syndrome when I am not working. No wonder why I am still single... who would want to date someone who works all the effin' time? I'm sure if the right person came along, I will make time. But that's another blog entry.
In an effort to look decent for Boston, I have also decided to lift more weights and enforce a strict diet. Well, not that strict, I just had pizza the other day. But I moved my freeweights to my bedroom and the scale is right in the middle of the bathroom floor, where I am forced to step on everytime I go by. I realize I won't be the skinny guy that I used to be when I first moved to the states, but I am just pursuing bigger arms and a defined torso. That's achievable.
I know it might sound extremely vain. But deal with it. I'm vain, unlike popular belief, looks DO MATTER I don't care what they say. Oh yeah, and it's good for my health.
Alright, it is almost 2am and I have to be up at 5am for another fun day of work. Plus this is not making a whole lot of sense. And the weenies are whinning for me to go to bed.
Until the next entry, fellas.
It's good to be back.