my life has changed ever since ive gotten back from europe.
everything is just a little bit different, some things that used to entertain me before no longer fulfill a purpose whilst other things that didnt now do. Will this happen all the time?
I still enjoy going out to Sandino to drink a little, meet some old friends and go dancing. but no longer want to do this until 3 in the morning and then go run to see if we can get on the first bus to school. Its like 300 times cheaper than a car but somehow im still not willing to trade in my luxuries just yet.
I allso have to survive on a 300 euro budget for the next 10 weeks, 70 days, spending an average of 4.28 euros a day. changing it into local currency I can survive off it quite fine. its the 14th of october today, 2.5 months left. we have a big exam on the 25th of december(only in cuba) and then 10 days of vacation. Marc is coming on the 26th of december. that will be nice spending new years with him.
Sadly though I think most of my friends are going home for those 10 days. the only one who hasnt expressed interest to go home yet is David the negroid. im thinking ill take him along but as we all know he would become a third wheel so Im offering him an extra person, a +1, so he wont have to feel left out for the whole time. sounds like a plan right? so we will drive about, stay here and there, do the cool stuff. one thing at a time because marc will be coming much more often in 2010.
but this is all dec/jan so in the mean time I will have to entertain myself, on a budget. my creditcard will be finished somewhere next week. but that means it will be in suriname, so it will have to get to me somehow. considering the fact that most of my packages have disappeared in the last few months, it wouldnt be such a smart choice sending it here by mail, so were going to send it to marc, and have him bring it over to cuba. it seems fair. and yes, I do trust him
anyway, all things aside
school is becoming annoying with all these secondary subjects, i have all kinds of presentations this week and its not cool. well its not difficult but it does require studying. fine, i will get the videoclass in 10 minutes and start studying. geez. its not like I came to cuba to study. it was for the booze and the bitches.
Ive also started training again, it was about time, i want my appearing love handles to disappear again, if I want to look like marc when im 30 something, I might as well start now before I lose most of my vascularizing capabilities.
Weve been plagued by power outs and lack of water. according to the dean, the well has run dry because it hasnt rained in forever, which is kinda true. but thats no excuse, its called water storage, invest.
so i have almost no clean clothes. tomorrow is a definite laundry day.
I feel like tea, and today is a historical day, my tea has officialy run out.
anyhow, im done bitching about my life
see you in the next episode of
Cubas next top doctor (scrap the top part)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Constipation, Blood, Vomit, Realisations and Disaster
Its an interesting title I have to say, even for me.
Its 11.48 PM, and its also friday night. there are two things wrong with this situation. First, I am not on the road, at some party or whatever, and secondly, I have no alcohol in my cardiovascular system. It is quite funny, Its my first real weekend back in Cuba, last weekend I spent in Isolation and the weekend before that I was in Antwerp and Rotterdam, having fun, partying, and Marc. I should be so depressed right now, looking at the bottom of the empty rum bottle. But im not, which is one of the strangest feelings.
One of the things that has definitely changed since Ive gotten back to the "real world" is my diet. In europe it mostly consisted of meats and vegetables, no real carbs. The only real carbs I consumed in europe were fries from mcdonalds. Rice doesnt count because I only ate rice like three times that month. Anyway, its back to rice and beans here. It causes some serious changes in my intestinal fauna. And the most immediate effects are already showing. Constipation. Severe constipation. This all brings me back to the time I had to adjust to cuban life, my first few months in cuba were the most painful. Nothing was more difficult than getting my peristaltics to work. I remember the months and months I didnt take a crap at regular intervals, and when I did, it was pure torture. bloody torture, literally. And now its back. And still as painful. I hope you understand what I mean. But if you dont, I could technically be more blunt. The low IQ version goes like this: All this crappy food is making my crap hard as steel, and trying to pass a lump of steel through your anus can cause anal tearing and bleeding, which is exactly what happened to me just now. There we go, now I got it off of my chest.
Anyway, as I was trying my best not to scream out in pain (we share 6 toilet stalls among about 40 students, its by all means a public restroom) I heard a door open, someone running, and a faucet opening. moments later I heard an all too familiar sound, the sound of gagging and the splashing of fluid hitting another fluid. Yes, one of my roommates was vomiting his brains out. Funny, normally one runs to the toilet to vomit, but he did it in the sink, which is also communal. we use it to brush our teeth, clean our food (when we were still allowed to cook) and wash our clothes. And he vomited again. and again. This is where the weirdest thing happened, I got goosebumps and a little bit grossed out. Which is the weirdest feeling, I felt conflicted. Because that used to be me. Who am I kidding, that is me, that was supposed to be me. But it wasnt. I was the one that was soberly crapping my brains out.
That is when I realised that I didnt want it to be me. I didnt want people to recognize me as that drunkard thats always vomiting. As that faggot thats always drunk with the eroded liver. I do not want that anymore. I realised for the first time in a long time that drinking really kills you. It kills everything. Now im not saying that I will judge others, I dont, and I will still enjoy the drink or two, but thats as far as it goes. Im done with the binge drinking, its not worth it. I feel like I want to be a better person. a stronger person. A healthier person.
Fuck me, it feels like im going insane. But I want to do it, will I prevail?
So then the vomiting stopped. the footsteps disappeared into the dark (half of our lamps dont work, and nobody does anything about it) and I cleaned myself. Then I flushed.
Big mistake.
The toilet, once again, plugged, ran over, and spilled EVERYTHING on the floor. it was disaster. im lucky to have avoided the mess. The next person to enter will not be so lucky I fear.
Thank god. No wait, lets just call it pure luck that we have cleaners that come every 12 hours.
theyre just farmers' daughters from the neighborhood that have decided that studying isnt for them, so they clean our crap. thats the best job ever. getting paid 10 USD a month for cleaning after some foreigners' crap that they refuse to clean themselves
Its 11.48 PM, and its also friday night. there are two things wrong with this situation. First, I am not on the road, at some party or whatever, and secondly, I have no alcohol in my cardiovascular system. It is quite funny, Its my first real weekend back in Cuba, last weekend I spent in Isolation and the weekend before that I was in Antwerp and Rotterdam, having fun, partying, and Marc. I should be so depressed right now, looking at the bottom of the empty rum bottle. But im not, which is one of the strangest feelings.
One of the things that has definitely changed since Ive gotten back to the "real world" is my diet. In europe it mostly consisted of meats and vegetables, no real carbs. The only real carbs I consumed in europe were fries from mcdonalds. Rice doesnt count because I only ate rice like three times that month. Anyway, its back to rice and beans here. It causes some serious changes in my intestinal fauna. And the most immediate effects are already showing. Constipation. Severe constipation. This all brings me back to the time I had to adjust to cuban life, my first few months in cuba were the most painful. Nothing was more difficult than getting my peristaltics to work. I remember the months and months I didnt take a crap at regular intervals, and when I did, it was pure torture. bloody torture, literally. And now its back. And still as painful. I hope you understand what I mean. But if you dont, I could technically be more blunt. The low IQ version goes like this: All this crappy food is making my crap hard as steel, and trying to pass a lump of steel through your anus can cause anal tearing and bleeding, which is exactly what happened to me just now. There we go, now I got it off of my chest.
Anyway, as I was trying my best not to scream out in pain (we share 6 toilet stalls among about 40 students, its by all means a public restroom) I heard a door open, someone running, and a faucet opening. moments later I heard an all too familiar sound, the sound of gagging and the splashing of fluid hitting another fluid. Yes, one of my roommates was vomiting his brains out. Funny, normally one runs to the toilet to vomit, but he did it in the sink, which is also communal. we use it to brush our teeth, clean our food (when we were still allowed to cook) and wash our clothes. And he vomited again. and again. This is where the weirdest thing happened, I got goosebumps and a little bit grossed out. Which is the weirdest feeling, I felt conflicted. Because that used to be me. Who am I kidding, that is me, that was supposed to be me. But it wasnt. I was the one that was soberly crapping my brains out.
That is when I realised that I didnt want it to be me. I didnt want people to recognize me as that drunkard thats always vomiting. As that faggot thats always drunk with the eroded liver. I do not want that anymore. I realised for the first time in a long time that drinking really kills you. It kills everything. Now im not saying that I will judge others, I dont, and I will still enjoy the drink or two, but thats as far as it goes. Im done with the binge drinking, its not worth it. I feel like I want to be a better person. a stronger person. A healthier person.
Fuck me, it feels like im going insane. But I want to do it, will I prevail?
So then the vomiting stopped. the footsteps disappeared into the dark (half of our lamps dont work, and nobody does anything about it) and I cleaned myself. Then I flushed.
Big mistake.
The toilet, once again, plugged, ran over, and spilled EVERYTHING on the floor. it was disaster. im lucky to have avoided the mess. The next person to enter will not be so lucky I fear.
Thank god. No wait, lets just call it pure luck that we have cleaners that come every 12 hours.
theyre just farmers' daughters from the neighborhood that have decided that studying isnt for them, so they clean our crap. thats the best job ever. getting paid 10 USD a month for cleaning after some foreigners' crap that they refuse to clean themselves
Thursday, October 1, 2009
She is doing it Again
September 30th marked the day Kylie started her KylieUSA2009 tour, and its fabulous.
From the pictures i can safely assume that she masterly mixed the best parts from her previous showgirl and X tours, and turned it into something better, and she also changed her wardrobe. she is fab.
From the pictures i can safely assume that she masterly mixed the best parts from her previous showgirl and X tours, and turned it into something better, and she also changed her wardrobe. she is fab.
Island prison
The machine will be churning out some more pretty soon
Sooooo where did I leave and where do I begin?
I am very sure that most people who read my blog have no idea that I have a facebook profile, and I would love to share the link with all of you but there is a small problem ofcourse. Even if you send me a friend invitation, there is no way in hell that I will be able to accept the invitation, because I have no normal internet. And besides, most people on my facebook I actually know, I dont randomly accept people I dont know.
Anyhow, so yeah, I went to europe for a whopping 28 days, thats a new record for me. Its funny really, considering that I have visited europe more than I have visited my own country since ive been in cuba. So that means in the 23 months that ive been here, I have been to europe more than Ive been to Suriname. It has even evolved into people saying that im more dutch than surinamese. I dont know why, but I am taking it as a compliment. it makes me feel so international.
So yeah, Europe. Holland for the first 6 days, france for the next 12 days, but during these 12 days, I visited germany for two days and I also did Italy for a couple of hours. I had pizza in the mountain town of Susa, and I did NOT like it. It was a mixture of the jambon cru and olives that I didnt like. The Jambon was too cru for me. cru means raw. But I must say, the mozzarella was fabulous.
What else was notable, I passed through luxembourg and bought cigarettes. like every other european does, its like 50% cheaper there. liquor, cigarettes and gasoline. Considering that I was drunk for most of my time in europe, I wasnt really thinking straight so I didnt really buy much alcohol. I did however buy a pack of cigarettes for my friends who smoke. carrying a bottle of gasoline wouldnt make much sense im afraid. I also went to belgium several times. Im not sure how many times. was it two or three? it doesnt matter. the important thing is that I fell in love. Not with the Godiva pralines (the only reason im so obsessed with the brand is because theyre Kylie Minogues favorite.....ive never told anyone this before) but with Marc. my new belgian Lover.
Anyway, so yeah, France, Paris, Metz, Albertville, Marseille. Ive seen so much, eaten so much, done so many things for the first time. I finally do understand why it is that everybody likes france so much. Ill be honest, like the 40 million people that visit france every year, we all pass through paris. Everybody loves paris. But really, I think its overrated. DOnt get me wrong, I really did love it, and once in my life, I will live there for atleast a month. But its not as fabulous as everybody says it is. First of all, you cannot see the eiffel tower from every window in central paris. That was a dud. Second of all, there are too many stairs in the city. I mean helloooo, its supposed to be a flat city, why so many stairs, my extensors in my legs were killing me. What else, yes, the Jardin de les tulieres, I dont remember the exact name, why does the sand stick to everything it touches. it took me weeks to get rid of all the white stains that sand left. I mean, 40 million tourists. Why has this not been taken care of?
But really, its an amazing city, Le Quartier Latin, The Louvre, The Eiffel Tower, Champs Elyssees, Le Marais, sigh, c'est Paris.
Metz, and the french TGV. what a piece of shit, they say the trains travel at 300kmph. And yes, they really do, but this supposed 1.5 hour trainride took three hours, because we literally stood still in the middle of god knows where for like 2 hours. I was in luck, I passed oud from tiredness. And Metz, a beautiful and quiet city, nothing wrong with it. Besides the fact that I probably got a nasty souvenir from the local gayclub.
ALbertville and the Alps. Simply amazing, there are no words for the variety that one finds in the french landscape. the first real mountains that ive seen up close. I dont count the andes, because i was on the plane everytime I saw them. The Alps, after Annecy (which is one of the most beautiful cities I have ever seen, and it has a lake that just makes you want to cry) all the mountains around me were over 2km in height. It was impressive as the talles mountain we have in suriname is 1234m high. Me and my friend nicolas, we drove over the highest driveable point in france, le col de l'iseran. At 2.77km high, its the highest ive ever been. Not counting airplanes or alcohol. And as we got there, it actually started to snow. It was very emotional. Oh and it was somewhere between 2 and 0 degrees. celcius.
An hour later I was eating pizza in Susa, thats Italy. In 36 degree weather. My body is not built for this shit. All these changing temperatures make farid a dull boy.
So then Marseille. One of the most interesting places ever. There was not one cloud in the sky for the entire 5 days I was there. Thats Mediterranean climate I guess. beautiful calanques. So beautiful. Its the stuff poetry is made out of, but its real. the wind, the colors of the sky, the hills and cliffs and the ever present sea. Simply beautiful.
Dont even get me started on Mediterranean eating habits. Never again will I eat coquillages. well, maybe I will, but lets just say id prefer a big mac. What else was amazing? I took a great picture of myself hahahaha.
Germany, well, from the parts I do remember, Frankfurt was beautiful. so modern. I loved it, but somehow i just think germany is funny as a whole. They speak german, though I only understand 70% of written german, I dont speak it, and whenever I hear it, I have to giggle, it sounds like bad dutch. and this is only because i speak dutch since birth. Yes, I came out of my moms vadge talking. I got so drunk in a gaybar that i painted the town red. With my vodka and jagermeister vomit. I also barfed all over myself and my friends new car. I guess the scent of my insides will never make him forget those two funny days with me.
Luxembourg, what can I tell you about luxembourg, its really small and they have great ready made sandwiches at the gasstation. Thats it hahaha.
Belgium, its a beautiful place, Antwerp. Theyre central station is to die for, and the town square and the guildhouses are also very beautiful, there is an excess of leafgold everywhere! talk about european decadence, but who cares, if you have it, show it, flaunt it and fuck the rest. its not my fault africans are poor.
and then I was back in my trusted rotterdam, where im not afraid to go out of the door alone. Everybody speaks dutch, well no, most people speak dutch, and you can actually complain about those that dont speak it, the way it should be! I partied, drank and shopped like there was no tomorrow.
And then I came back. To Cuba. My Island Prison. The only good thing about cuba is that the food is so bad that Im losing my vacation weight. Im getting toight again. its about time, I always get holiday weight. And the studying is happening at full pace again, were now doing the cardiovascular system, complete with embriologic origins, pathology, malformations, characteristics, the whole 9 yards.
What else is new. I havent shaved in the longest time and now I look like bin ladens long lost cousin, twice removed.
I accidentally erased the content on my ipod, that basically sucks ass. Its not like I lost the music, but its kinda divided around 3 HDDs. I am also pissed that allison did not win ANTM cycle 12, because she obviously walked better than Tyena (is that her name, it rhymes with hyena) who looked like she was walking for a marching band.
I also read that the canadian CEO and co founder of Cirque du soleil is earths newest space tourist. I got so excited, the idea of the first homo in space. But then I realized that he isnt gay at all and that he even dated naomi campbell. I dont know why I was under the impression that Cirque du Soleil was all gay. Why does everybody think that?
I want to eat in space. this one time I saw the diet of the astronauts in skylab (that was in the seventies) and I got so hungry that it wasnt fair, those fuckers should eat granola bars and vitamin pills and save on weight. they get t-bone steak into space and they cant even fucking open a mcdonalds in cuba. so unfair.
Well I think ive ranted enough for a good entry. I am definitely getting back into the blogging.
later bitches
F
Sooooo where did I leave and where do I begin?
I am very sure that most people who read my blog have no idea that I have a facebook profile, and I would love to share the link with all of you but there is a small problem ofcourse. Even if you send me a friend invitation, there is no way in hell that I will be able to accept the invitation, because I have no normal internet. And besides, most people on my facebook I actually know, I dont randomly accept people I dont know.
Anyhow, so yeah, I went to europe for a whopping 28 days, thats a new record for me. Its funny really, considering that I have visited europe more than I have visited my own country since ive been in cuba. So that means in the 23 months that ive been here, I have been to europe more than Ive been to Suriname. It has even evolved into people saying that im more dutch than surinamese. I dont know why, but I am taking it as a compliment. it makes me feel so international.
So yeah, Europe. Holland for the first 6 days, france for the next 12 days, but during these 12 days, I visited germany for two days and I also did Italy for a couple of hours. I had pizza in the mountain town of Susa, and I did NOT like it. It was a mixture of the jambon cru and olives that I didnt like. The Jambon was too cru for me. cru means raw. But I must say, the mozzarella was fabulous.
What else was notable, I passed through luxembourg and bought cigarettes. like every other european does, its like 50% cheaper there. liquor, cigarettes and gasoline. Considering that I was drunk for most of my time in europe, I wasnt really thinking straight so I didnt really buy much alcohol. I did however buy a pack of cigarettes for my friends who smoke. carrying a bottle of gasoline wouldnt make much sense im afraid. I also went to belgium several times. Im not sure how many times. was it two or three? it doesnt matter. the important thing is that I fell in love. Not with the Godiva pralines (the only reason im so obsessed with the brand is because theyre Kylie Minogues favorite.....ive never told anyone this before) but with Marc. my new belgian Lover.
Anyway, so yeah, France, Paris, Metz, Albertville, Marseille. Ive seen so much, eaten so much, done so many things for the first time. I finally do understand why it is that everybody likes france so much. Ill be honest, like the 40 million people that visit france every year, we all pass through paris. Everybody loves paris. But really, I think its overrated. DOnt get me wrong, I really did love it, and once in my life, I will live there for atleast a month. But its not as fabulous as everybody says it is. First of all, you cannot see the eiffel tower from every window in central paris. That was a dud. Second of all, there are too many stairs in the city. I mean helloooo, its supposed to be a flat city, why so many stairs, my extensors in my legs were killing me. What else, yes, the Jardin de les tulieres, I dont remember the exact name, why does the sand stick to everything it touches. it took me weeks to get rid of all the white stains that sand left. I mean, 40 million tourists. Why has this not been taken care of?
But really, its an amazing city, Le Quartier Latin, The Louvre, The Eiffel Tower, Champs Elyssees, Le Marais, sigh, c'est Paris.
Metz, and the french TGV. what a piece of shit, they say the trains travel at 300kmph. And yes, they really do, but this supposed 1.5 hour trainride took three hours, because we literally stood still in the middle of god knows where for like 2 hours. I was in luck, I passed oud from tiredness. And Metz, a beautiful and quiet city, nothing wrong with it. Besides the fact that I probably got a nasty souvenir from the local gayclub.
ALbertville and the Alps. Simply amazing, there are no words for the variety that one finds in the french landscape. the first real mountains that ive seen up close. I dont count the andes, because i was on the plane everytime I saw them. The Alps, after Annecy (which is one of the most beautiful cities I have ever seen, and it has a lake that just makes you want to cry) all the mountains around me were over 2km in height. It was impressive as the talles mountain we have in suriname is 1234m high. Me and my friend nicolas, we drove over the highest driveable point in france, le col de l'iseran. At 2.77km high, its the highest ive ever been. Not counting airplanes or alcohol. And as we got there, it actually started to snow. It was very emotional. Oh and it was somewhere between 2 and 0 degrees. celcius.
An hour later I was eating pizza in Susa, thats Italy. In 36 degree weather. My body is not built for this shit. All these changing temperatures make farid a dull boy.
So then Marseille. One of the most interesting places ever. There was not one cloud in the sky for the entire 5 days I was there. Thats Mediterranean climate I guess. beautiful calanques. So beautiful. Its the stuff poetry is made out of, but its real. the wind, the colors of the sky, the hills and cliffs and the ever present sea. Simply beautiful.
Dont even get me started on Mediterranean eating habits. Never again will I eat coquillages. well, maybe I will, but lets just say id prefer a big mac. What else was amazing? I took a great picture of myself hahahaha.
Germany, well, from the parts I do remember, Frankfurt was beautiful. so modern. I loved it, but somehow i just think germany is funny as a whole. They speak german, though I only understand 70% of written german, I dont speak it, and whenever I hear it, I have to giggle, it sounds like bad dutch. and this is only because i speak dutch since birth. Yes, I came out of my moms vadge talking. I got so drunk in a gaybar that i painted the town red. With my vodka and jagermeister vomit. I also barfed all over myself and my friends new car. I guess the scent of my insides will never make him forget those two funny days with me.
Luxembourg, what can I tell you about luxembourg, its really small and they have great ready made sandwiches at the gasstation. Thats it hahaha.
Belgium, its a beautiful place, Antwerp. Theyre central station is to die for, and the town square and the guildhouses are also very beautiful, there is an excess of leafgold everywhere! talk about european decadence, but who cares, if you have it, show it, flaunt it and fuck the rest. its not my fault africans are poor.
and then I was back in my trusted rotterdam, where im not afraid to go out of the door alone. Everybody speaks dutch, well no, most people speak dutch, and you can actually complain about those that dont speak it, the way it should be! I partied, drank and shopped like there was no tomorrow.
And then I came back. To Cuba. My Island Prison. The only good thing about cuba is that the food is so bad that Im losing my vacation weight. Im getting toight again. its about time, I always get holiday weight. And the studying is happening at full pace again, were now doing the cardiovascular system, complete with embriologic origins, pathology, malformations, characteristics, the whole 9 yards.
What else is new. I havent shaved in the longest time and now I look like bin ladens long lost cousin, twice removed.
I accidentally erased the content on my ipod, that basically sucks ass. Its not like I lost the music, but its kinda divided around 3 HDDs. I am also pissed that allison did not win ANTM cycle 12, because she obviously walked better than Tyena (is that her name, it rhymes with hyena) who looked like she was walking for a marching band.
I also read that the canadian CEO and co founder of Cirque du soleil is earths newest space tourist. I got so excited, the idea of the first homo in space. But then I realized that he isnt gay at all and that he even dated naomi campbell. I dont know why I was under the impression that Cirque du Soleil was all gay. Why does everybody think that?
I want to eat in space. this one time I saw the diet of the astronauts in skylab (that was in the seventies) and I got so hungry that it wasnt fair, those fuckers should eat granola bars and vitamin pills and save on weight. they get t-bone steak into space and they cant even fucking open a mcdonalds in cuba. so unfair.
Well I think ive ranted enough for a good entry. I am definitely getting back into the blogging.
later bitches
F
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Isolation... again.
Thursday September 24 2009
What can I say, I havent been writing for over a month now. the only reason for this is ofcourse the fact that ive been busy on facebook while I was on vacation. All the pictures are on my facebook.
Either way, this is day two of six of my isolation, only this time its different. the entire institute is filled with students. to my luck it is full of guyanese and antiguans, my least favorite people on this planet.
Last night when we arrived we were told that the food was going to be brought up to us, but that never happened, turns out we had to go down to get our food. either way, we didnt starve to death, i have all kinds of bullshit french ready to eat meals. the only problem was that we didnt have spoons or forks, so we just folded the metal cover hahaha. its called survival.
My health is severely deteriorating, i have several infections, my left nipple, my chin (a gaping wound) and under my tongue. i just hope I heal on time.
on the positive side, marc calls me everyday and he is coming to cuba in november. I cant wait. now i will have to lose weight a lot faster, atleast I have an excuse now hahahha.
What can I say, I havent been writing for over a month now. the only reason for this is ofcourse the fact that ive been busy on facebook while I was on vacation. All the pictures are on my facebook.
Either way, this is day two of six of my isolation, only this time its different. the entire institute is filled with students. to my luck it is full of guyanese and antiguans, my least favorite people on this planet.
Last night when we arrived we were told that the food was going to be brought up to us, but that never happened, turns out we had to go down to get our food. either way, we didnt starve to death, i have all kinds of bullshit french ready to eat meals. the only problem was that we didnt have spoons or forks, so we just folded the metal cover hahaha. its called survival.
My health is severely deteriorating, i have several infections, my left nipple, my chin (a gaping wound) and under my tongue. i just hope I heal on time.
on the positive side, marc calls me everyday and he is coming to cuba in november. I cant wait. now i will have to lose weight a lot faster, atleast I have an excuse now hahahha.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
The weekend of the infected nipple
Havana, Sunday August 23rd 2009
T-minus 7 hours and counting first of all, I just woke up and I dreamt that I found the perfect shirt to wear on the airplane.
I also dreamt that somehow I managed to open up my inbox somewhere and I had written many cool articles. I dont know why the hell I dream these things. As I was waking up I dreamt that I grabbed my phone and it said 4.29 PM. which is fucked up, because thats my check-in time.
My last entry is dated thursday. What did I do that thursday. Jesus and I went shopping and manwatching. if looking at girls is called birdwatching aka ornithology (right?) what do we call skeezing on guys??
We went shopping, I made chickend and we stayed in, again. Atleast I was happy, I made caipirinhas. I got drunk in the house again. i dont really remember what it is that I did, but I am pretty sure it involved lots of masturbating and new porn. I mean, damn, 37.2GB of new porn. That is nothing to joke about.
On friday, woke up late, as usual, and went down to jesus his room and he was connected to the internet! so as I took tips from him slutting himself out on the internet (well it was more like a mutual thing) the hours passed by. It was fridaynight so we were supposed to go out. Well was I wrong. He decided to
hook up with his buff friend and I decided I was going to go out by myself. Which I did. I went to the malecon and I just sat down next to this tranny, which was the only space left, I reached at about 10 PM at 1 in the morning heshe starts talking to me. hisher name is eric or something. Anyway, so heshe and her brother were hustlers. like everyone else on the malecon basically. so she was offering me her brother but I told them that I do not pay for sex, so we just settled on conversation. she introduced me to some of her other tranny friends and whatnot. At about 3.20AM I left for the busstop. Got on the wrong bus and ended up having to walk like 30 blocks. Which was fine, when I reached the corner of jesus' street I realized that it was a cruising area. and I was walking without a shirt. Who knew piercings reflected that much light. If the guys cruising were atleast hot I would have done some, but that wasnt the case so I just walked home, turned on the pc, and watched some more porn.
Enter saturday.
woke up at 2, went into jesus his room, and like weve done every day of the week since ive been here. we were slutting around on vanguardia, planetromeo, guerrillero and gmail. And before we knew it it was 7pm already so we got ready and left for the city. WE went to eat at the cafe in habana libre, I had spaghetti bolognese and he took the tiki chicken and pork with rice. Cool presentation, in a bamboo stem. Anyway, we then went to the malecon where we met David, no not the jamaican, david, the other brtish guy who makes a great great great conversation, there is no love interest there, david is 63 years old but still looks like 47 or something. we went to walk around for a bit and we met alexander the lawyer and his supercute boyfriend the italian. I never got his name, but omg he is cute. They are the definition of a swingers couple. They visit cuba like 2 times a year, stay for two weeks. they even rent seperate apartments so they can do whomever they bloody please. Its strange but I guess it works for them. After having met the british couple, Jesus, David and I went to the lesbian party. The lesbian party which is usually full of fags anyway. It was on 23 y 28 on the roof of a 5 story building. it was nice, although there wasnt as much excitement as usual. We went back to the malecon at around 2 in the morning. Now what did I do then. Right, I was plowing my way through all the italians that decided to visit cuba simultaneously. talked to some friends, but nothing exciting. I said goodbye to david and took his emailaddress and walked to the busstop with jesus. I was hyped up on beer, mojitos and red bull. Apparently it really does give you wings. and hightens your libido. We walked past the cruising area again, this time there was this tall black guy who took off his shirt so we could see his tattoo but he wasnt that attractive so we just walked home. I watched porn again and I woke up just now. End
Update at the airport
T-minus 7 hours and counting first of all, I just woke up and I dreamt that I found the perfect shirt to wear on the airplane.
I also dreamt that somehow I managed to open up my inbox somewhere and I had written many cool articles. I dont know why the hell I dream these things. As I was waking up I dreamt that I grabbed my phone and it said 4.29 PM. which is fucked up, because thats my check-in time.
My last entry is dated thursday. What did I do that thursday. Jesus and I went shopping and manwatching. if looking at girls is called birdwatching aka ornithology (right?) what do we call skeezing on guys??
We went shopping, I made chickend and we stayed in, again. Atleast I was happy, I made caipirinhas. I got drunk in the house again. i dont really remember what it is that I did, but I am pretty sure it involved lots of masturbating and new porn. I mean, damn, 37.2GB of new porn. That is nothing to joke about.
On friday, woke up late, as usual, and went down to jesus his room and he was connected to the internet! so as I took tips from him slutting himself out on the internet (well it was more like a mutual thing) the hours passed by. It was fridaynight so we were supposed to go out. Well was I wrong. He decided to
hook up with his buff friend and I decided I was going to go out by myself. Which I did. I went to the malecon and I just sat down next to this tranny, which was the only space left, I reached at about 10 PM at 1 in the morning heshe starts talking to me. hisher name is eric or something. Anyway, so heshe and her brother were hustlers. like everyone else on the malecon basically. so she was offering me her brother but I told them that I do not pay for sex, so we just settled on conversation. she introduced me to some of her other tranny friends and whatnot. At about 3.20AM I left for the busstop. Got on the wrong bus and ended up having to walk like 30 blocks. Which was fine, when I reached the corner of jesus' street I realized that it was a cruising area. and I was walking without a shirt. Who knew piercings reflected that much light. If the guys cruising were atleast hot I would have done some, but that wasnt the case so I just walked home, turned on the pc, and watched some more porn.
Enter saturday.
woke up at 2, went into jesus his room, and like weve done every day of the week since ive been here. we were slutting around on vanguardia, planetromeo, guerrillero and gmail. And before we knew it it was 7pm already so we got ready and left for the city. WE went to eat at the cafe in habana libre, I had spaghetti bolognese and he took the tiki chicken and pork with rice. Cool presentation, in a bamboo stem. Anyway, we then went to the malecon where we met David, no not the jamaican, david, the other brtish guy who makes a great great great conversation, there is no love interest there, david is 63 years old but still looks like 47 or something. we went to walk around for a bit and we met alexander the lawyer and his supercute boyfriend the italian. I never got his name, but omg he is cute. They are the definition of a swingers couple. They visit cuba like 2 times a year, stay for two weeks. they even rent seperate apartments so they can do whomever they bloody please. Its strange but I guess it works for them. After having met the british couple, Jesus, David and I went to the lesbian party. The lesbian party which is usually full of fags anyway. It was on 23 y 28 on the roof of a 5 story building. it was nice, although there wasnt as much excitement as usual. We went back to the malecon at around 2 in the morning. Now what did I do then. Right, I was plowing my way through all the italians that decided to visit cuba simultaneously. talked to some friends, but nothing exciting. I said goodbye to david and took his emailaddress and walked to the busstop with jesus. I was hyped up on beer, mojitos and red bull. Apparently it really does give you wings. and hightens your libido. We walked past the cruising area again, this time there was this tall black guy who took off his shirt so we could see his tattoo but he wasnt that attractive so we just walked home. I watched porn again and I woke up just now. End
Update at the airport
The pre-vacation
Havana, Thursday, August 20th 2009
Well I have been back in havana since last tuesday. I got all my documents and like I had decided before, I came to havana to spend the last 5 days before my flight.
It is now T-minus 3 days and counting until I leave for europe, I cant wait.
So far I havent done much since I have gotten here. The first day we went out shopping with the spanish guy who is marrying some other cuban. the bitch asked me if I was in love with myself.
We spent the night in the house cooking and having like lots to talk about. that same night two other friends of jesus came over, and I have this thing for one of them. He apparently had something for me too, and he told me that, so we started making out. He is really tall and cute, well, at least to my opinion, he then pushed me into the bathroom and locked the door. we were kind of in a hurry so we didnt go all the way. we did go far enough though.
Yesterday I was under the impression that we were going out to see alexander, the british lawyer who once suggested i take a ride on his dick. I was kind of excited, but jesus, found tail and decided to stay, i wasnt desperate enough to go out by myself, so I drank a little. Ok I drank a lot and went to watch porn and dr. house. More porn than dr.house.
Now its 2pm and I just woke up. I hope today is more interesting. I am sure that I am desperate enough to go out by myself if I have to. Its thursday, and I aint getting any younger....
I wonder if Jesus' date is still here. I actually met the guy on the internet as well hahah
Anyhow, im having a blast. And I cant wait to get to europe.
Well I have been back in havana since last tuesday. I got all my documents and like I had decided before, I came to havana to spend the last 5 days before my flight.
It is now T-minus 3 days and counting until I leave for europe, I cant wait.
So far I havent done much since I have gotten here. The first day we went out shopping with the spanish guy who is marrying some other cuban. the bitch asked me if I was in love with myself.
We spent the night in the house cooking and having like lots to talk about. that same night two other friends of jesus came over, and I have this thing for one of them. He apparently had something for me too, and he told me that, so we started making out. He is really tall and cute, well, at least to my opinion, he then pushed me into the bathroom and locked the door. we were kind of in a hurry so we didnt go all the way. we did go far enough though.
Yesterday I was under the impression that we were going out to see alexander, the british lawyer who once suggested i take a ride on his dick. I was kind of excited, but jesus, found tail and decided to stay, i wasnt desperate enough to go out by myself, so I drank a little. Ok I drank a lot and went to watch porn and dr. house. More porn than dr.house.
Now its 2pm and I just woke up. I hope today is more interesting. I am sure that I am desperate enough to go out by myself if I have to. Its thursday, and I aint getting any younger....
I wonder if Jesus' date is still here. I actually met the guy on the internet as well hahah
Anyhow, im having a blast. And I cant wait to get to europe.
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