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.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Fuck Microsoft
Sandino, Monday August 17th 2009
Yeah
Apparently my license just expired. who the hell cares, notepad works just as fine.
so where was I?
yeah so I passed morfofisiologia III. I was so happy I just couldnt stay in school
and wait for my documents, so I rallied up the other fags in class, David and Josh,
and we all went to havana. On me. We stayed at Jesus' place in Playa, and then we went out to the malecon on fridaynight after we were done there at about 4 in the morning, we went to a friend of jesus' place who lives on neptuno. Not the planet, just the road. He is a fashion designer and owns lots of sunglasses. albeit brandless, sunglasses nevertheless.
We then took all of davids bags, who is now back in jamaica. He left earlier today and is probabloy choking himself on a juicy beef patty. Apparently thats a fast food chain. In Jamaica.
My word goes out to my undercover pal David. We hope he doesnt get killed this time.
Saturday we all went to Mi Cayito. The only gay beach in Cuba. It wasnt very busy. I think its because TS Charlene or was it Charlotte passed by that day. It rained and rained and rained some more. I wasnt going to let a small tropical storm ruin my first white sanded, blue watered, palm treed beach. So I went to swim anyway. it was cool. And a bit rainy, cold and sunless. The rain is my friend, it doesnt burn my skin and make me look darker
That night we went out to the party on the roof of a building, they had great music and everybody loved the new hair. well. atleast they said so. I was hyped up on red bull because i hadnt really slept much. speaking of which. I still havent really slept much. I should probably get to that before I die.
Got back on sunday and got three new pornos. a brazilian one, one with marines and one with Francois Sagat, my alltime faavorite pornstar. He is so fucking hot, but i dont know why he looks like a hot pregnant muscle man in whats that movie called again, Collin O' Neals world of men: Lebanon.
I jacked off 4 times in an hour. it was too hot. I didnt get laid this weekend. which is kind of sucky. I apparently have this super hot stalker. Well, atleast he has the tightest abs I have ever seen in my life. And a sweet ass. oh and last but not least, a SUPER HUGE COCK. Why do I know this? Well when I was at the beach last saturday, he saw me and apparently thought it was time to man up and come and talk to me. So before doing that. he took off his pants and showed his ubertight underwear. it was packed, front, back, side to side. man, i wasnt sure if I wanted to suck/fuck it, or feed it a peanut. He said his name is Carlos. HE knew I was from suriname, knew my age *im still 19 until proven 20 ppl* and he also had a record of every time I visited havana since I have been back. I was a bit freaked out. I then saw him later that night with some tourist. proving that he is a whore, like everyone else on the malecon.
oh and I had a nice conversation with this old perv from london called David. Yeah what a coincidence anyway, he kept on asking me what I was doing later. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that I wont be doing him. So I tried to sail around the question. it was funny really. he kept on talking about India. I told him that I am indian. That does not mean that I am from India, which he knew as well. And Also, I have never been.
either way, here come some pictures
oh btw, I have all my documents ready for travelling. I am so excited.
Yeah
Apparently my license just expired. who the hell cares, notepad works just as fine.
so where was I?
yeah so I passed morfofisiologia III. I was so happy I just couldnt stay in school
and wait for my documents, so I rallied up the other fags in class, David and Josh,
and we all went to havana. On me. We stayed at Jesus' place in Playa, and then we went out to the malecon on fridaynight after we were done there at about 4 in the morning, we went to a friend of jesus' place who lives on neptuno. Not the planet, just the road. He is a fashion designer and owns lots of sunglasses. albeit brandless, sunglasses nevertheless.
We then took all of davids bags, who is now back in jamaica. He left earlier today and is probabloy choking himself on a juicy beef patty. Apparently thats a fast food chain. In Jamaica.
My word goes out to my undercover pal David. We hope he doesnt get killed this time.
Saturday we all went to Mi Cayito. The only gay beach in Cuba. It wasnt very busy. I think its because TS Charlene or was it Charlotte passed by that day. It rained and rained and rained some more. I wasnt going to let a small tropical storm ruin my first white sanded, blue watered, palm treed beach. So I went to swim anyway. it was cool. And a bit rainy, cold and sunless. The rain is my friend, it doesnt burn my skin and make me look darker
That night we went out to the party on the roof of a building, they had great music and everybody loved the new hair. well. atleast they said so. I was hyped up on red bull because i hadnt really slept much. speaking of which. I still havent really slept much. I should probably get to that before I die.
Got back on sunday and got three new pornos. a brazilian one, one with marines and one with Francois Sagat, my alltime faavorite pornstar. He is so fucking hot, but i dont know why he looks like a hot pregnant muscle man in whats that movie called again, Collin O' Neals world of men: Lebanon.
I jacked off 4 times in an hour. it was too hot. I didnt get laid this weekend. which is kind of sucky. I apparently have this super hot stalker. Well, atleast he has the tightest abs I have ever seen in my life. And a sweet ass. oh and last but not least, a SUPER HUGE COCK. Why do I know this? Well when I was at the beach last saturday, he saw me and apparently thought it was time to man up and come and talk to me. So before doing that. he took off his pants and showed his ubertight underwear. it was packed, front, back, side to side. man, i wasnt sure if I wanted to suck/fuck it, or feed it a peanut. He said his name is Carlos. HE knew I was from suriname, knew my age *im still 19 until proven 20 ppl* and he also had a record of every time I visited havana since I have been back. I was a bit freaked out. I then saw him later that night with some tourist. proving that he is a whore, like everyone else on the malecon.
oh and I had a nice conversation with this old perv from london called David. Yeah what a coincidence anyway, he kept on asking me what I was doing later. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that I wont be doing him. So I tried to sail around the question. it was funny really. he kept on talking about India. I told him that I am indian. That does not mean that I am from India, which he knew as well. And Also, I have never been.
either way, here come some pictures
oh btw, I have all my documents ready for travelling. I am so excited.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Now 4.03 AM
Sandino, Thursday, august 14, 2009 3.40AM
Stardate, ok I will stop this stardate bullshit, it is annoying me.
Soooo, yesterday I had my practical exam which was easy as hell. I scored 5/5. I am happy that its behind me now. All that’s waiting is Fridays written exam. I still have 6 classes to read and study, but that’s why I am awake right now.
Last Tuesday I stayed up the entire night. I was studying histological slides till 4am, and then I went to my room where I intended to masturbate, but instead I just watched star trek till it was 7 and time to get ready for my exam.
You can imagine that I was sleepy so after my exam I watched some more star trek. Ok yes I know, im addicted, but what can I do, the DVD finally started working again, it was the killing game part I and II. The Hirogen and their shit, yes, I really heart sci fi.
I slept past lunch so when I woke up at 4 I was hungry, at 6 we all left for Isabel Rubio to go and eat, which is where I met my friend who had been waiting there for me for like 5 hours. I didn’t know she was going to be there waiting for me, so she was pissed. She made me donuts. Oh btw her name is Lourdes, and she is a bolivian student here.
After eating I drank cheap moonshine wine. I got a little high. I discovered that I was very drunk last Saturday and didn’t remember half the things that had happened. Apparently the whole town of Sandino was introduced to my piercings and I was basically throwing myself onto some people hahahaha, yeah, that’s me, drunk. I bet that that’s why my ex got some hope of restarting whatever it is that we once had. That will never happen.
Aside from that, I went to sleep at 10pm last night, woke up just now at 3 in the morning with the intention of studying. Its 4.13AM and I still havent studied. But don’t worry, I will. And I will also cook some sausages with cream corn, I know it sounds shitty, but consider my alternatives. Any self cooked meal is a treat here in cuba haha, well, atleast schoolfood sucks ass.
It is now 4.26AM, I was watching my drunk videos. Yes I am ashamed, but what can I do. That’s a part of me now.
Anyway, so that’s what I have been up to lately. I will write later.
Stardate, ok I will stop this stardate bullshit, it is annoying me.
Soooo, yesterday I had my practical exam which was easy as hell. I scored 5/5. I am happy that its behind me now. All that’s waiting is Fridays written exam. I still have 6 classes to read and study, but that’s why I am awake right now.
Last Tuesday I stayed up the entire night. I was studying histological slides till 4am, and then I went to my room where I intended to masturbate, but instead I just watched star trek till it was 7 and time to get ready for my exam.
You can imagine that I was sleepy so after my exam I watched some more star trek. Ok yes I know, im addicted, but what can I do, the DVD finally started working again, it was the killing game part I and II. The Hirogen and their shit, yes, I really heart sci fi.
I slept past lunch so when I woke up at 4 I was hungry, at 6 we all left for Isabel Rubio to go and eat, which is where I met my friend who had been waiting there for me for like 5 hours. I didn’t know she was going to be there waiting for me, so she was pissed. She made me donuts. Oh btw her name is Lourdes, and she is a bolivian student here.
After eating I drank cheap moonshine wine. I got a little high. I discovered that I was very drunk last Saturday and didn’t remember half the things that had happened. Apparently the whole town of Sandino was introduced to my piercings and I was basically throwing myself onto some people hahahaha, yeah, that’s me, drunk. I bet that that’s why my ex got some hope of restarting whatever it is that we once had. That will never happen.
Aside from that, I went to sleep at 10pm last night, woke up just now at 3 in the morning with the intention of studying. Its 4.13AM and I still havent studied. But don’t worry, I will. And I will also cook some sausages with cream corn, I know it sounds shitty, but consider my alternatives. Any self cooked meal is a treat here in cuba haha, well, atleast schoolfood sucks ass.
It is now 4.26AM, I was watching my drunk videos. Yes I am ashamed, but what can I do. That’s a part of me now.
Anyway, so that’s what I have been up to lately. I will write later.
INTERMEZZO
Sandino, Monday august 10 2009
Stardate 256
I havent written in forever. Yes I know, im sorry.
Atleast I made patrick put up some pictures of my trip to suriname. I hope he put them up already, havent heard from him in a while, I hope he didn’t die. Are you dead patrick?
I decided to stop studying on Friday, because my brain needed a break. I started studying a bit yesterday, I ended up staying awake until 5 in the morning, and I had accomplished only 30 minutes of studying. Not cool.
Today I have 550 slides to look through. We don’t use microscopes for histology so we just look at slides, many many many slides.
INTERMEZZO
Forgot to put the time on the first part of my entry. Irregardless, it is now 4.11 AM. I have read 1.5 classes and finished 216 slides. I feel accomplished enough.
Last Saturday I went out to sandino and had lots of fun. I will upload the pictures.
Its also strangely cold for a summers night, im guessing it’s a 20-19 degrees outside.
What else is new in my life, ugh yes, my argentinian ex is so in love with me, this after 1 year of having broken up with him, but he was the one that cheated on me, twice!
I know, boring entry, but that’s my life for now, boredom and lots of studying. Cant wait for europe.
Stardate 256
I havent written in forever. Yes I know, im sorry.
Atleast I made patrick put up some pictures of my trip to suriname. I hope he put them up already, havent heard from him in a while, I hope he didn’t die. Are you dead patrick?
I decided to stop studying on Friday, because my brain needed a break. I started studying a bit yesterday, I ended up staying awake until 5 in the morning, and I had accomplished only 30 minutes of studying. Not cool.
Today I have 550 slides to look through. We don’t use microscopes for histology so we just look at slides, many many many slides.
INTERMEZZO
Forgot to put the time on the first part of my entry. Irregardless, it is now 4.11 AM. I have read 1.5 classes and finished 216 slides. I feel accomplished enough.
Last Saturday I went out to sandino and had lots of fun. I will upload the pictures.
Its also strangely cold for a summers night, im guessing it’s a 20-19 degrees outside.
What else is new in my life, ugh yes, my argentinian ex is so in love with me, this after 1 year of having broken up with him, but he was the one that cheated on me, twice!
I know, boring entry, but that’s my life for now, boredom and lots of studying. Cant wait for europe.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Voyager
Sandino, Thursday 6th of august 2009 4.27 AM
Stardate 167.2
Today I saw scorpion part I and II. Episodes of star trek voyager season 3. They really were worth all the hype.
What else happened today? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I slept a lot, was woken up by a loud peruvian roommate. I so want to kill him now. I mean, fathead is in havana having sex with men (I wonder what his god will have to say about that) and that means peace and quiet in the room.
I was wrong.
I made a cheesecake today, I was planning on going running afterwards but the cheesecake was so heavy on my stomach that I just decided to watch some more star trek in stead of doing excercises. I don’t want to be fat when I get to Europe. Help me diarrhea!
Oh and I have been studying for a good 3 hours now, I have managed to finish the biochemistry part of this trimester. Today I did class 3 to 6. So that’s 4 classes. Yesterday I did 1 and 2. And I already did 11 to 17. So Yeah, im on my way. I will re-do 11 to 16 when I get to them.
What am I saying? You don’t care about this.
Patrick helped me with booking my train ticket to paris. My first trip on a TGV. Cool isnt it?
Oh and I found Kylies promotional poster for her KYLIEUSA2009 aka For You, For Me Tour. Is fabulous.
My nipples seem to attract a lot of attention here in school. Apparently nobody has ever seen nipple piercings before. Yes, I do live in a backward school.
Anyway, since im just babbling about nothing in specific I might as well just go to sleep
4.34 AM
Stardate 167.2
Today I saw scorpion part I and II. Episodes of star trek voyager season 3. They really were worth all the hype.
What else happened today? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I slept a lot, was woken up by a loud peruvian roommate. I so want to kill him now. I mean, fathead is in havana having sex with men (I wonder what his god will have to say about that) and that means peace and quiet in the room.
I was wrong.
I made a cheesecake today, I was planning on going running afterwards but the cheesecake was so heavy on my stomach that I just decided to watch some more star trek in stead of doing excercises. I don’t want to be fat when I get to Europe. Help me diarrhea!
Oh and I have been studying for a good 3 hours now, I have managed to finish the biochemistry part of this trimester. Today I did class 3 to 6. So that’s 4 classes. Yesterday I did 1 and 2. And I already did 11 to 17. So Yeah, im on my way. I will re-do 11 to 16 when I get to them.
What am I saying? You don’t care about this.
Patrick helped me with booking my train ticket to paris. My first trip on a TGV. Cool isnt it?
Oh and I found Kylies promotional poster for her KYLIEUSA2009 aka For You, For Me Tour. Is fabulous.
My nipples seem to attract a lot of attention here in school. Apparently nobody has ever seen nipple piercings before. Yes, I do live in a backward school.
Anyway, since im just babbling about nothing in specific I might as well just go to sleep
4.34 AM
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Noisiest-Most-Annoying-Bedroom-In-The-Western-Hemisphere
Sandino , Wednesday the 5th of august 2009 12.34 AM
Stardate 111.1
According to Ms. Simpson, my high school english teacher, all words in the title of an article should start with a capital letter. Ok, a small intermezzo, I forgot how to say capital letter in english so I had to ask around, being surrounded by anglophone people sure reminds me that english is not my first language. Ms. Simpson also included that there are no periods in titles. So there you have it, I just thought that yall should know that.
I am happy that I finally have some time to write again. It seems like forever since the last time I wrote something. Its kind of true.
So what has happened in the mean time?
Well last weekend I went to Havana. I did not do anything constructive there. I realized that visiting Havana can be done in a cheap way, that you can feed two people on 2.5 CUC and that I don’t care if I get sunburnt anymore. I walked on the malecon during the day, it was very hot so I took of my shirt to show off my newest metal assets. That’s where David and I met this guy from Tijuana. We knew he was some tourist out for young flesh hahaha. Why else do old guys come to Cuba?
I came back to school and I immediately had to catch up with all the classes I missed during my trip. I had to do an oral exam for the three weeks I had missed. On Sunday evening I was evaluated on pregnancy, childbirth and lactation. On Monday I had a written exam about coagulation. And I also had to do two oral exams on the properties of blood and immunogens. I started studying but I couldn’t finish it all on time so I took the orals for the properties of blood and did those. I begged my teacher to let me do the immune system on Tuesday. He said ok. Little did I know, the class was huge, I was up till 4AM studying, I passed out and woke up at 8 and went out to take my exam. The doctors werent there. So I just didn’t waste any time and went and arranged my travel documents, lets see how long it will take them this time.
I took the test, it went great and then I passed out, slept through lunch and woke up at 2. I spent the entire afternoon watching most of Star Trek Voyager season 3. And then I had dinner, I was very hungry. I then slept again, woke up at 9, I went and jogged 200 calories off and then I took a shower. I normally run 400 calories but since I havent run in such a long time I really couldn’t keep up, tomorrow should be easier.
So now im sitting in class, writing and studying for my final exam. We have the practical exam next Tuesday and the written will be that Friday. I have a lot to study but I am very confident that all will end well, I have the motivation im sure.
Anyway, Patrick will be putting up some pics of my birthday. Maybe I will send in some new pictures at 4 in the morning.
That’s it for now.
Oh wait no there is more. I realize I havent written about the title yet.
Yeah so as I slept through lunch, OMG, from people screaming and a couple fighting to people playing guitars and fathead’s annoying laughter. Oh I don’t know if you know fathead, he is this macro-hydrocephalic closet-church case that is in serious need of a suicide. It’s the same fathead whose eye fluid I contaminated with capsaicine.
Oh that was so annoying, I kept waking up but yeah, what can I do, it’s a shared room and it was in the afternoon, if it was past 11pm I would give them a scolding. Ugh, I hate what this is doing to my social skills, but who cares.
We already knew my life sucked.
Signing out for now. 12.45 AM
Stardate 111.1
According to Ms. Simpson, my high school english teacher, all words in the title of an article should start with a capital letter. Ok, a small intermezzo, I forgot how to say capital letter in english so I had to ask around, being surrounded by anglophone people sure reminds me that english is not my first language. Ms. Simpson also included that there are no periods in titles. So there you have it, I just thought that yall should know that.
I am happy that I finally have some time to write again. It seems like forever since the last time I wrote something. Its kind of true.
So what has happened in the mean time?
Well last weekend I went to Havana. I did not do anything constructive there. I realized that visiting Havana can be done in a cheap way, that you can feed two people on 2.5 CUC and that I don’t care if I get sunburnt anymore. I walked on the malecon during the day, it was very hot so I took of my shirt to show off my newest metal assets. That’s where David and I met this guy from Tijuana. We knew he was some tourist out for young flesh hahaha. Why else do old guys come to Cuba?
I came back to school and I immediately had to catch up with all the classes I missed during my trip. I had to do an oral exam for the three weeks I had missed. On Sunday evening I was evaluated on pregnancy, childbirth and lactation. On Monday I had a written exam about coagulation. And I also had to do two oral exams on the properties of blood and immunogens. I started studying but I couldn’t finish it all on time so I took the orals for the properties of blood and did those. I begged my teacher to let me do the immune system on Tuesday. He said ok. Little did I know, the class was huge, I was up till 4AM studying, I passed out and woke up at 8 and went out to take my exam. The doctors werent there. So I just didn’t waste any time and went and arranged my travel documents, lets see how long it will take them this time.
I took the test, it went great and then I passed out, slept through lunch and woke up at 2. I spent the entire afternoon watching most of Star Trek Voyager season 3. And then I had dinner, I was very hungry. I then slept again, woke up at 9, I went and jogged 200 calories off and then I took a shower. I normally run 400 calories but since I havent run in such a long time I really couldn’t keep up, tomorrow should be easier.
So now im sitting in class, writing and studying for my final exam. We have the practical exam next Tuesday and the written will be that Friday. I have a lot to study but I am very confident that all will end well, I have the motivation im sure.
Anyway, Patrick will be putting up some pics of my birthday. Maybe I will send in some new pictures at 4 in the morning.
That’s it for now.
Oh wait no there is more. I realize I havent written about the title yet.
Yeah so as I slept through lunch, OMG, from people screaming and a couple fighting to people playing guitars and fathead’s annoying laughter. Oh I don’t know if you know fathead, he is this macro-hydrocephalic closet-church case that is in serious need of a suicide. It’s the same fathead whose eye fluid I contaminated with capsaicine.
Oh that was so annoying, I kept waking up but yeah, what can I do, it’s a shared room and it was in the afternoon, if it was past 11pm I would give them a scolding. Ugh, I hate what this is doing to my social skills, but who cares.
We already knew my life sucked.
Signing out for now. 12.45 AM
Friday, July 31, 2009
Isolation day 9
Sandino, Pinar del Rio. 28th of July 2009
Stardate 49
I have almost reached the end of my incarceration. I guess I am happy that I am not showing any symptoms of the swine flu. I am still convinced that it’s a big hoax. Every flu season kills people. I think this is just another way for the man to make some money off of us. There are two ways for multinationals to make money, war and disease. I am not paranoid, it just doesn’t make any sense. To be honest with you, I am sure that I actually did have the swine flu before I left cuba. I came down with this HUGE cold, sniffles, sneezing, red eyes, everything except a major fever. Ok maybe I didn’t have it now that I think about it. But according to what ive read it only kills people above 60 or under 5, those with weaker immune systems basically.
Anyway, I have been here for 9 days. It seems like an eternity.
I just woke up. I havent written an entry for yesterday. Well basically I woke up J, Josh and David and they left at around 8 in the morning. As I woke up to the banging on the door, I walked towards it. It was the regular morning shift bringing breakfast. But as I was still sleeping and walking at the same time, my perception was a bit off, and I leaned against the open door. In one swift move I almost ripped off my left piercing as I turned around. It hooked on the door. IT was painful. It started to bleed and I started to cry. I have stabilized the wound, It doesn’t seem to be very damaged, I will check out the extent of the wounds as I wash away the coagulated blood later today. Its fine really. I hope. I don’t want to lose a nipple.
That was all yesterday. I also studied. Nude.
Somehow, being nude clears your mind. I had a new understanding of life. Or so it seemed. I studied pregnancy, childbirth and breastfeeding. Also the rest of the characteristics of blood. Concentrations of eritrocytes and leucocites.
Anyway, that was yesterday. I just woke up and decided that it was time to write again. It is now 11.31 am, I am listening to oldies. A womans worth by Alicia Keys. About to shower and see what the day brings. Expect an update.
The only thoughts in my mind are about what I am going to wear when I get back to school. I have to make like an impression and shit. I still havent uploaded the pictures. I will definitely do it today.
I think im less fat again. Not where I was, but definitely getting there.
Health tip for the day
Icterus is the medical term for jaundice, and it is in every way, a bitch.
Stardate 49
I have almost reached the end of my incarceration. I guess I am happy that I am not showing any symptoms of the swine flu. I am still convinced that it’s a big hoax. Every flu season kills people. I think this is just another way for the man to make some money off of us. There are two ways for multinationals to make money, war and disease. I am not paranoid, it just doesn’t make any sense. To be honest with you, I am sure that I actually did have the swine flu before I left cuba. I came down with this HUGE cold, sniffles, sneezing, red eyes, everything except a major fever. Ok maybe I didn’t have it now that I think about it. But according to what ive read it only kills people above 60 or under 5, those with weaker immune systems basically.
Anyway, I have been here for 9 days. It seems like an eternity.
I just woke up. I havent written an entry for yesterday. Well basically I woke up J, Josh and David and they left at around 8 in the morning. As I woke up to the banging on the door, I walked towards it. It was the regular morning shift bringing breakfast. But as I was still sleeping and walking at the same time, my perception was a bit off, and I leaned against the open door. In one swift move I almost ripped off my left piercing as I turned around. It hooked on the door. IT was painful. It started to bleed and I started to cry. I have stabilized the wound, It doesn’t seem to be very damaged, I will check out the extent of the wounds as I wash away the coagulated blood later today. Its fine really. I hope. I don’t want to lose a nipple.
That was all yesterday. I also studied. Nude.
Somehow, being nude clears your mind. I had a new understanding of life. Or so it seemed. I studied pregnancy, childbirth and breastfeeding. Also the rest of the characteristics of blood. Concentrations of eritrocytes and leucocites.
Anyway, that was yesterday. I just woke up and decided that it was time to write again. It is now 11.31 am, I am listening to oldies. A womans worth by Alicia Keys. About to shower and see what the day brings. Expect an update.
The only thoughts in my mind are about what I am going to wear when I get back to school. I have to make like an impression and shit. I still havent uploaded the pictures. I will definitely do it today.
I think im less fat again. Not where I was, but definitely getting there.
Health tip for the day
Icterus is the medical term for jaundice, and it is in every way, a bitch.
Isolation day 6 and 7, don’t know what happened to 5
Stardate 47
When spending so much time in solitary one loses track of time. I have no idea what I have been up to the last couple of days. I have been entrenched in the likings of Star Trek Voyager and Fringe. I hate it that I don’t have all episodes, Fringe ends at episode 1.14 The Ability, which is total crap because Walter discovers that he himself wrote ZFT. Ok you need to watch that series, its like Xfiles-on-triple-adrenaline-gone-2009. One of these missing days I got out money for J and C, I borrowed money from them before I went back to Suriname because I was flat broke. So now that’s done.
The coolest thing happened today. I got a call from J, she came to visit me along with Josh and David. As you might have noticed, I refer to her as J because she had expressed a problem with her name being on my website bla bla. Anyway, theyre still here hahaha, there is no transport back. So I guess im getting drunk with all of them with my bottle of Black Cat. Surinamese rum.
There is however a small complication, they might have to stay here for 10 days for having come to visit me, but technically it doesn’t seem like that big of a problem because its day 7 and I still havent shown any of the symptoms, so I am swine flu free.
Today I called cuban W. He wasn’t in his house in Camaguey. Stupid. I felt stupid and needy, but what the hell am I to do. Oh well, it doesn’t matter really, he will call me back when he gets the message. He is probably screwing someone else with that 9inch dagger.
What else is new. I took a huge crap. It was also today that I realized that britney has converted herself into a has been. And Lady GaGa took in her place. Man, that’s how you realize that youre getting older, britney was my generation.
Sigh.
Medical tip for the day. Take vitamin C. Its really important. Trust me.
When spending so much time in solitary one loses track of time. I have no idea what I have been up to the last couple of days. I have been entrenched in the likings of Star Trek Voyager and Fringe. I hate it that I don’t have all episodes, Fringe ends at episode 1.14 The Ability, which is total crap because Walter discovers that he himself wrote ZFT. Ok you need to watch that series, its like Xfiles-on-triple-adrenaline-gone-2009. One of these missing days I got out money for J and C, I borrowed money from them before I went back to Suriname because I was flat broke. So now that’s done.
The coolest thing happened today. I got a call from J, she came to visit me along with Josh and David. As you might have noticed, I refer to her as J because she had expressed a problem with her name being on my website bla bla. Anyway, theyre still here hahaha, there is no transport back. So I guess im getting drunk with all of them with my bottle of Black Cat. Surinamese rum.
There is however a small complication, they might have to stay here for 10 days for having come to visit me, but technically it doesn’t seem like that big of a problem because its day 7 and I still havent shown any of the symptoms, so I am swine flu free.
Today I called cuban W. He wasn’t in his house in Camaguey. Stupid. I felt stupid and needy, but what the hell am I to do. Oh well, it doesn’t matter really, he will call me back when he gets the message. He is probably screwing someone else with that 9inch dagger.
What else is new. I took a huge crap. It was also today that I realized that britney has converted herself into a has been. And Lady GaGa took in her place. Man, that’s how you realize that youre getting older, britney was my generation.
Sigh.
Medical tip for the day. Take vitamin C. Its really important. Trust me.
Isolation day 4
Stardate 42
Today I studied. Immune system. Its not complicated perse but it’s a lot of different details to remember. Cd4 Cd8, the whole nine yards. I also slept, and soon I am about to do abdominals and chest muscles. I cant run, My ankle is still sprained. My nipples are healing and I am pretty sure they will be fine. My mother also called and she seems calm, I am happy about that. Did I mention that on the day after my birthday I drunk called my malaysian ex because for the first time in 4 years he hadnt called me on my birthday. Turns out he did but he called my cuban number, and since he didn’t know I was in Suriname at the time, that caused some confusion. Aside from that, he still hasn’t called me on my cuban number, which he said he would, he must have forgotten. That’s ancient history I guess. Somethings I just have to realize hahaha. W hasn’t called for today. Is he going to? Why do I even care? Hahahah, Its funny how some things can actually keep you occupied for a while. Today I am going to upload the pictures on my PC, see if theyre cool or not. F out.
Today I studied. Immune system. Its not complicated perse but it’s a lot of different details to remember. Cd4 Cd8, the whole nine yards. I also slept, and soon I am about to do abdominals and chest muscles. I cant run, My ankle is still sprained. My nipples are healing and I am pretty sure they will be fine. My mother also called and she seems calm, I am happy about that. Did I mention that on the day after my birthday I drunk called my malaysian ex because for the first time in 4 years he hadnt called me on my birthday. Turns out he did but he called my cuban number, and since he didn’t know I was in Suriname at the time, that caused some confusion. Aside from that, he still hasn’t called me on my cuban number, which he said he would, he must have forgotten. That’s ancient history I guess. Somethings I just have to realize hahaha. W hasn’t called for today. Is he going to? Why do I even care? Hahahah, Its funny how some things can actually keep you occupied for a while. Today I am going to upload the pictures on my PC, see if theyre cool or not. F out.
Isolation day 3
Sandino, Pinar del Rio Wednesday, july 22nd 2009
Stardate 41
Last night I felt like jogging so I put on my new pumas and went jogging, I ofcourse installed my new sports kit. At about 130 calories, I seemed to have slipped and cascaded down to a very shameful end. I fell and very much sprained my ankle. I couldn’t walk. Now, about 24 hours later the pain seems to have gone and my walking skills are back. Its due to the high doses of ibuprofen I have been taking. On a side note, today has been very unproductive. I havent studied. I should. I have three weeks of missed classes to pick up on. And a final exam to study for. Today W called on the phone. I don’t know how I feel now but when he called I was happy and excited to hear from him again. He seems different. He makes me feel different, but im not letting him in. not yet. Its is way too early. Maybe its all due to the fact that I am all alone in this huge javascript:void(0)building. Jesus also called today, he is working on some commercial gig in the city of pinar. Oh and my bag, the one I forgot in the taxi, has been brought to W’s family. I have to go get it someday. Which reminds me. I have to get him a gift for his birthday. I am now not sure if its on the 4th or some other day of august. Let me see if I own chat logs. I realized that we had chatted much more than I can remember. I have been reading for hours and I still haven't come across anything specific.
Stardate 41
Last night I felt like jogging so I put on my new pumas and went jogging, I ofcourse installed my new sports kit. At about 130 calories, I seemed to have slipped and cascaded down to a very shameful end. I fell and very much sprained my ankle. I couldn’t walk. Now, about 24 hours later the pain seems to have gone and my walking skills are back. Its due to the high doses of ibuprofen I have been taking. On a side note, today has been very unproductive. I havent studied. I should. I have three weeks of missed classes to pick up on. And a final exam to study for. Today W called on the phone. I don’t know how I feel now but when he called I was happy and excited to hear from him again. He seems different. He makes me feel different, but im not letting him in. not yet. Its is way too early. Maybe its all due to the fact that I am all alone in this huge javascript:void(0)building. Jesus also called today, he is working on some commercial gig in the city of pinar. Oh and my bag, the one I forgot in the taxi, has been brought to W’s family. I have to go get it someday. Which reminds me. I have to get him a gift for his birthday. I am now not sure if its on the 4th or some other day of august. Let me see if I own chat logs. I realized that we had chatted much more than I can remember. I have been reading for hours and I still haven't come across anything specific.
Isolation log 1
This is day 2 of isolation here at ELAM 11. Its normally a hub for the rest of the schools, every Saturday they have church services and whatnot. Its also the location of a minimart and an el rapido, which are all closed right now due to the nature of the facility at the moment.
Cuba istaking the whole swine flu tjing seriously, every medstudent coming back from abroad will be isolated for 10 days in their centre. My centre is the centre of sandino containing 12 medical schools. I just came back so they told me to come here.
I arrived last night. Oh yeah, let me tell you a story. My friends were supposed to pick me up at the airport when I arrived early Monday morning. I told them not to pick me up then, but to pick me up at 2pm at the bus terminal in Havana. Funny thing was, that I had other plans. I met this Cuban on badoo I think, which is by far the most interesting place to meet people. And he is a vet and licensed pharmacist in Spain. He was coming to Cuba last Friday, and he had offered to pick me up at the airport. Funny, I didn’t even know the guy and I was changing my important schedule for him? Well let’s just say I might have taken into account my fascination about a certain 22cm part of his body. It’s hilarious really, I normally am afraid of those big things, but man was I wrong. He picked me up at the airport, I had my doubts though, but he showed up. He is a cool guy, funny, flirtatious and he knows what he wants. And he wants me to have something serious with him. Granted, I don’t mind but I need time to get to know him better, and he understands or something. Either way, we went to his family’s place in some part of Havana where I’ve never been before. He commanded his cousin to warm up some chicken and beans for me, which was fabulous. I showered and entered the room where we started kissing. Man he knows how to use that tongue of his. He is a mulatto, just as tall as me, a bit on the thick side but who cares :P
So we had sex for most of the night, I passed out, so did he, and then at 4 in the morning we were at it again, but the condoms ran out. And yeah, im not a BB kind of guy so I said no. he got pissed and I told him to let it go. I woke up at around twelve, showered and ate. He gave me my birthday gift, CK eternity for men, which was nice. And then it was almost two again, so I had to leave, the taxi was already coming, but then I had to kiss his discostick, which obviously didn’t stay with a kiss, so there I am trying not to gag and the taxi starts honking the horn hahaha, but I had to finish.
we took down all the bags and left for the terminal. Upon exiting the taxi I remember W asking me if I had everything, I said yes, the taxi driver asked me again and I said yes. Little did I know, with my airhead, that I left my goodiebag in there. The gifts I had bought in the duty free zone in POS and in Panama. 5 sets of headphones, Bacardi razz and Wrapped with Love by Hilary duff, for J, since she is so in love with her.
I met my friends at the terminal, but it didn’t stop there, I had to carry this pack of money and documents to a Cuban who is going to work for RPBG, this Surinamese company where my sort of stepmom works. He was a no show and I still hadn’t recharged my cubacel sim, so I sent my friends to go and finish their things, they needed to pay airfare to go home at some booking agent, so they left and on the way bought me my credit. I stayed at the terminal with W to see if the Cuban would show up. He eventually did, and he was so happy, it was his golden ticket out of Cuban jail. Hahah, anyway, so my friends still hadn’t come back so W stayed with me. He is a sweet guy. Ugh but im not sure now. We will see how it turns out. Either way, my friends then came, I said goodbye to W, and then we headed back to school. I dropped my friends off in school, and I continued on to Julio Antonio Mella. Which is the official name for ELAM 11. It’s a similar building to my school, only its not a school like I explained earlier. It doubles as a hotel for family of the students living here in Sandino.
I am currently on the 4th floor. We just had a major thunderstorm, Ihave severe lumbar pain due to the discomfort of sitting on these shitty beds trying to watch Voyager, fringe, the fifth element and knight rider episode 1.15
I arrived last night at 9pm, they gave me two pieces of bread with luncheon meat and a pitcher of fake apple juice. I stayed awake until 4 in the morning. I woke up today after sleeping in my underwear, and I opened the door and saw this really cute guy who brought me bread with mayonnaise. I was happy and I think I had a hard on hahaha. Anyway, so then I went back to sleep, they brought me lunch as well, rice beans and chicken. I ate it in the bathroom. I still haven’t brushed my teeth yet, I left my toothpaste at home and the rest is in my real school.
Tomorrow they are reopening the cafeteria and the store so I will buy toothpaste then, until then im heavily chewing on trident white. I am tempted to eat the candy I have but I am starting vigorous exercise again today, I gained about 14 pounds in that one week back home.
so later today im running on the field they have, that is if they let me out of the building, doing my abs and my pushups, I hope my new piercings don’t cause any unnecessary pain or discomfort.
Lets see if I can attach some pixx….
Farid out. Man that was a lot of yapping, I hope it will be more flowing in tomorrows entry.
so until tonight, its 5.37pm already, ill be masturbating, watching movies and massaging my back.
I arrived last night. Oh yeah, let me tell you a story. My friends were supposed to pick me up at the airport when I arrived early Monday morning. I told them not to pick me up then, but to pick me up at 2pm at the bus terminal in Havana. Funny thing was, that I had other plans. I met this Cuban on badoo I think, which is by far the most interesting place to meet people. And he is a vet and licensed pharmacist in Spain. He was coming to Cuba last Friday, and he had offered to pick me up at the airport. Funny, I didn’t even know the guy and I was changing my important schedule for him? Well let’s just say I might have taken into account my fascination about a certain 22cm part of his body. It’s hilarious really, I normally am afraid of those big things, but man was I wrong. He picked me up at the airport, I had my doubts though, but he showed up. He is a cool guy, funny, flirtatious and he knows what he wants. And he wants me to have something serious with him. Granted, I don’t mind but I need time to get to know him better, and he understands or something. Either way, we went to his family’s place in some part of Havana where I’ve never been before. He commanded his cousin to warm up some chicken and beans for me, which was fabulous. I showered and entered the room where we started kissing. Man he knows how to use that tongue of his. He is a mulatto, just as tall as me, a bit on the thick side but who cares :P
So we had sex for most of the night, I passed out, so did he, and then at 4 in the morning we were at it again, but the condoms ran out. And yeah, im not a BB kind of guy so I said no. he got pissed and I told him to let it go. I woke up at around twelve, showered and ate. He gave me my birthday gift, CK eternity for men, which was nice. And then it was almost two again, so I had to leave, the taxi was already coming, but then I had to kiss his discostick, which obviously didn’t stay with a kiss, so there I am trying not to gag and the taxi starts honking the horn hahaha, but I had to finish.
we took down all the bags and left for the terminal. Upon exiting the taxi I remember W asking me if I had everything, I said yes, the taxi driver asked me again and I said yes. Little did I know, with my airhead, that I left my goodiebag in there. The gifts I had bought in the duty free zone in POS and in Panama. 5 sets of headphones, Bacardi razz and Wrapped with Love by Hilary duff, for J, since she is so in love with her.
I met my friends at the terminal, but it didn’t stop there, I had to carry this pack of money and documents to a Cuban who is going to work for RPBG, this Surinamese company where my sort of stepmom works. He was a no show and I still hadn’t recharged my cubacel sim, so I sent my friends to go and finish their things, they needed to pay airfare to go home at some booking agent, so they left and on the way bought me my credit. I stayed at the terminal with W to see if the Cuban would show up. He eventually did, and he was so happy, it was his golden ticket out of Cuban jail. Hahah, anyway, so my friends still hadn’t come back so W stayed with me. He is a sweet guy. Ugh but im not sure now. We will see how it turns out. Either way, my friends then came, I said goodbye to W, and then we headed back to school. I dropped my friends off in school, and I continued on to Julio Antonio Mella. Which is the official name for ELAM 11. It’s a similar building to my school, only its not a school like I explained earlier. It doubles as a hotel for family of the students living here in Sandino.
I am currently on the 4th floor. We just had a major thunderstorm, Ihave severe lumbar pain due to the discomfort of sitting on these shitty beds trying to watch Voyager, fringe, the fifth element and knight rider episode 1.15
I arrived last night at 9pm, they gave me two pieces of bread with luncheon meat and a pitcher of fake apple juice. I stayed awake until 4 in the morning. I woke up today after sleeping in my underwear, and I opened the door and saw this really cute guy who brought me bread with mayonnaise. I was happy and I think I had a hard on hahaha. Anyway, so then I went back to sleep, they brought me lunch as well, rice beans and chicken. I ate it in the bathroom. I still haven’t brushed my teeth yet, I left my toothpaste at home and the rest is in my real school.
Tomorrow they are reopening the cafeteria and the store so I will buy toothpaste then, until then im heavily chewing on trident white. I am tempted to eat the candy I have but I am starting vigorous exercise again today, I gained about 14 pounds in that one week back home.
so later today im running on the field they have, that is if they let me out of the building, doing my abs and my pushups, I hope my new piercings don’t cause any unnecessary pain or discomfort.
Lets see if I can attach some pixx….
Farid out. Man that was a lot of yapping, I hope it will be more flowing in tomorrows entry.
so until tonight, its 5.37pm already, ill be masturbating, watching movies and massaging my back.
Vacation log
Stardate 28
If I recall correctly, I left school to go to Havana on Thursday July 9th. Wait let me get my camera so I can be sure of what I am saying. At my advanced age (20) my memory is not as good as it used to be so I use photographic evidence to show me what really happens. The dean confiscated all my travel documents the day before I left because she felt the need to exert her power over me. Fine, I knew all my documents were ready so I wasn’t worried. I was right, the following morning I got all of my documents ready. I wore a polo shirt that was given to me by David. He is a friend. I might have already mentioned him. I think. Just the day before I left school I made a huge booboo. You see, we have practica docente every Wednesday. That means, we leave school to go to a local clinic and then we observe and get presentations, and sometimes we even get to participate. It all depends on the class of the week. That week we were doing pregnancy and birth. So they took us to the maternity ward to interview the patients, ask them all kinds of questions bla bla bla. Anyway, that never really takes very long, and since the bus comes to pick us all up at 11, we usually have two hours of free time, so we use that to go shopping. I was planning on making a red Thai curry for J (female friend) so she bought me the beef. Granted, I was supposed to cook it for her so we could share it. I cooked it, and in some crazy frenzy I just started eating it, and eating it and there wasn’t much left, and so I told my roommates to finish it. Nuff said, J walked into the room, looked into the pot and surprised, she asked me if I cooked. Though she already knew the answer, she hurtfully said that she didn’t expect this from me. Ok fine, I fucked up so I sent her an email, apologizing for what I did, because she usually just retreats into her room when these kind of things happen, and then I got this blaster email back, which basically ended the friendship. You see, when someone tells me something I assume they have thought it through and mean what they say, so when she told me that she didn’t consider me her friend anymore, who was I to doubt that.
So I just went to sleep, the next day, David, Josh and Louisa (my other friends) went to accompany me to Pinar del Rio. I borrowed an extra 50 dollars to make sure id have enough money for the whole trip back. Yeah I was broke for the longest time. But I have money now and I will pay them back. Anyway so me and J made up and she came with the rest of us to drop me off. Well, first of all, it was noon and the sun was blazing. It’s a 1km walk from school to the bus stop. Which we reached on time I guess. Only there was no transport, once again. So we waited for an hour, but then we just stopped a horse cart and put all of my suitcases on it, and 5 of us mounted it as well. That was funny but we reached Isabel Rubio on time. Isabel Rubio is a town about 4km away from school. It was there where we took a taxi to the city of Pinar del rio.
You know what I just decided. I don’t need to go into all the small little details. Let me just give yall a grand summary
I did get my threesome, it was awesome, I walked 40 blocks in the rain to get back to jesus’ house which is where I ate rice with meatballs, it was delicious. And then I went to the malecon where I met two germans, one had a 1foot long penis. No lies. And the other was a pervert, which reminds me, I have his email address. At 3am I went back to the house to collect my stuff and then I left for the airport. I didn’t have to wait long, I bought cigars and then went for border control where I was detained. Apparently my documents were not correct, after a few phone calls I was let through and I boarded the plane, where I passed out. I woke up 15 minutes prior to landing, and breakfast was done already. Either way, I ate some ham and cheese thing and then I got off the plane in panama. That’s where I met this peruan who was in transit from BA to Newark. He wanted me to transfer some files from a flash drive to his mp3 player. But since my laptop was a piece of shit, it didn’t really work out. He had this funny American accent, he acted like the average African American teenager. Spoke like it as well. He was cute though. So after he boarded the plane, there was this north Korean who invited me to his house in north korea. Funny, his English sucked. He was explaining to me in sign language that western medicine sucks and that I should study acupuncture. I left for Trinidad where I fell asleep on the plane, again. I had my rice with ground beef and then I woke up in port of spain. I got off the plane and then got my bags and had a subway sub, it was nice, I bought one for my brother as well. That’s when I started waiting and waiting for my connection Which was 7 hours later btw. I then bought some books and started reading, im not exactly sure what else I did but eventually I was in the departure hall. My pictures don’t really paint the picture either.
I reached suriname, and I entered the new arrivals hall. Its nothing special really, you keep wondering why it took so fucking long to build. Its excessively cold, and its just a hallway and a new hall for baggage reclamation. My brother and my mom were there outside and I was happy to see them, hungry as well. They brought me spicy shrimp and sweet and sour fish, it was fabulous, I ate it all like there was no tomorrow. I was planning on going out to the YMC Gay night at club Mystique but that never happened as I was tired and my friends had gone to sleep according to my mom. She was lying btw. So at 4am that night I fell asleep.
If I recall correctly, I left school to go to Havana on Thursday July 9th. Wait let me get my camera so I can be sure of what I am saying. At my advanced age (20) my memory is not as good as it used to be so I use photographic evidence to show me what really happens. The dean confiscated all my travel documents the day before I left because she felt the need to exert her power over me. Fine, I knew all my documents were ready so I wasn’t worried. I was right, the following morning I got all of my documents ready. I wore a polo shirt that was given to me by David. He is a friend. I might have already mentioned him. I think. Just the day before I left school I made a huge booboo. You see, we have practica docente every Wednesday. That means, we leave school to go to a local clinic and then we observe and get presentations, and sometimes we even get to participate. It all depends on the class of the week. That week we were doing pregnancy and birth. So they took us to the maternity ward to interview the patients, ask them all kinds of questions bla bla bla. Anyway, that never really takes very long, and since the bus comes to pick us all up at 11, we usually have two hours of free time, so we use that to go shopping. I was planning on making a red Thai curry for J (female friend) so she bought me the beef. Granted, I was supposed to cook it for her so we could share it. I cooked it, and in some crazy frenzy I just started eating it, and eating it and there wasn’t much left, and so I told my roommates to finish it. Nuff said, J walked into the room, looked into the pot and surprised, she asked me if I cooked. Though she already knew the answer, she hurtfully said that she didn’t expect this from me. Ok fine, I fucked up so I sent her an email, apologizing for what I did, because she usually just retreats into her room when these kind of things happen, and then I got this blaster email back, which basically ended the friendship. You see, when someone tells me something I assume they have thought it through and mean what they say, so when she told me that she didn’t consider me her friend anymore, who was I to doubt that.
So I just went to sleep, the next day, David, Josh and Louisa (my other friends) went to accompany me to Pinar del Rio. I borrowed an extra 50 dollars to make sure id have enough money for the whole trip back. Yeah I was broke for the longest time. But I have money now and I will pay them back. Anyway so me and J made up and she came with the rest of us to drop me off. Well, first of all, it was noon and the sun was blazing. It’s a 1km walk from school to the bus stop. Which we reached on time I guess. Only there was no transport, once again. So we waited for an hour, but then we just stopped a horse cart and put all of my suitcases on it, and 5 of us mounted it as well. That was funny but we reached Isabel Rubio on time. Isabel Rubio is a town about 4km away from school. It was there where we took a taxi to the city of Pinar del rio.
You know what I just decided. I don’t need to go into all the small little details. Let me just give yall a grand summary
I did get my threesome, it was awesome, I walked 40 blocks in the rain to get back to jesus’ house which is where I ate rice with meatballs, it was delicious. And then I went to the malecon where I met two germans, one had a 1foot long penis. No lies. And the other was a pervert, which reminds me, I have his email address. At 3am I went back to the house to collect my stuff and then I left for the airport. I didn’t have to wait long, I bought cigars and then went for border control where I was detained. Apparently my documents were not correct, after a few phone calls I was let through and I boarded the plane, where I passed out. I woke up 15 minutes prior to landing, and breakfast was done already. Either way, I ate some ham and cheese thing and then I got off the plane in panama. That’s where I met this peruan who was in transit from BA to Newark. He wanted me to transfer some files from a flash drive to his mp3 player. But since my laptop was a piece of shit, it didn’t really work out. He had this funny American accent, he acted like the average African American teenager. Spoke like it as well. He was cute though. So after he boarded the plane, there was this north Korean who invited me to his house in north korea. Funny, his English sucked. He was explaining to me in sign language that western medicine sucks and that I should study acupuncture. I left for Trinidad where I fell asleep on the plane, again. I had my rice with ground beef and then I woke up in port of spain. I got off the plane and then got my bags and had a subway sub, it was nice, I bought one for my brother as well. That’s when I started waiting and waiting for my connection Which was 7 hours later btw. I then bought some books and started reading, im not exactly sure what else I did but eventually I was in the departure hall. My pictures don’t really paint the picture either.
I reached suriname, and I entered the new arrivals hall. Its nothing special really, you keep wondering why it took so fucking long to build. Its excessively cold, and its just a hallway and a new hall for baggage reclamation. My brother and my mom were there outside and I was happy to see them, hungry as well. They brought me spicy shrimp and sweet and sour fish, it was fabulous, I ate it all like there was no tomorrow. I was planning on going out to the YMC Gay night at club Mystique but that never happened as I was tired and my friends had gone to sleep according to my mom. She was lying btw. So at 4am that night I fell asleep.
Isolation
Sandino, Pinar del Río, Tuesday July 21st 2009
It feels as if I haven’t written in ages. How long has it been, 10-11 days?
Where do I even begin to write? I was going to keep a daily journal of my 9 days in sunny Suriname but that never really happened because I deemed myself too busy to write. Something kept telling me that I would have 10 days in quarantine, without internet, so I’d have enough time to start writing then. Nothing could be more right. I will keep the quarantine logs and the vacation logs separate so it will be easier to read and understand.
It feels as if I haven’t written in ages. How long has it been, 10-11 days?
Where do I even begin to write? I was going to keep a daily journal of my 9 days in sunny Suriname but that never really happened because I deemed myself too busy to write. Something kept telling me that I would have 10 days in quarantine, without internet, so I’d have enough time to start writing then. Nothing could be more right. I will keep the quarantine logs and the vacation logs separate so it will be easier to read and understand.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Confessionals
Sandino, Pinar del Rio, Tuesday, june 7th 2009
Stardate 14.4
Today I told my friends that I have been writing again. It might not have been the smartest thing to do, it wasn’t received that well. But who cares, I do not owe an explanation to anyone, and since I havent been using any last names, im out of trouble
Anyway, two cool comments were made today. By Jen. But sadly because im like a little drunk I don’t remember them.
Oh I finally got my passport today, that’s 75% of the things I need, I now need a declaration for my new laptop so I can pass it through customs, I need a declaration of membership to this school and I think that’s about it, im supposed to get them tomorrow. I cant wait to start packing.
Today to celebrate a bit I went out of school to eat fried chicken and drink beer, a common ritual in elam schools of sandino.
Anyway, the whole passport thing didn’t go without trouble, there is this belizean friend of mine who is also leaving this week, but she isnt coming back, she is continuing medicine in barbados, UWI. Anyway, they didn’t want her to leave yet because one document wasn’t signed yet. Its funny because apparently if one person is missing here, the whole factory stops. The secretary had to sign her last document but she wasn’t in school. So they caught her as she was boarding the taxi, a whole caravan of students followed and almost caused a riot. The lady from foreign relations got fired because the dean (on a power trip) said that she never gave permission for her to leave or get her passport. The passport was given by the lady from foreign relations, funny, because she doesn’t need authorization to give passports. It kinda sucks because she was the one that always helped me surpass the system, anyway, atleast my exit has been arranged for now.
What else happened today, I think im getting swineflu hahahaha
It sucks
Anyway, wait for a nicer post tomorrow
kisses
Stardate 14.4
Today I told my friends that I have been writing again. It might not have been the smartest thing to do, it wasn’t received that well. But who cares, I do not owe an explanation to anyone, and since I havent been using any last names, im out of trouble
Anyway, two cool comments were made today. By Jen. But sadly because im like a little drunk I don’t remember them.
Oh I finally got my passport today, that’s 75% of the things I need, I now need a declaration for my new laptop so I can pass it through customs, I need a declaration of membership to this school and I think that’s about it, im supposed to get them tomorrow. I cant wait to start packing.
Today to celebrate a bit I went out of school to eat fried chicken and drink beer, a common ritual in elam schools of sandino.
Anyway, the whole passport thing didn’t go without trouble, there is this belizean friend of mine who is also leaving this week, but she isnt coming back, she is continuing medicine in barbados, UWI. Anyway, they didn’t want her to leave yet because one document wasn’t signed yet. Its funny because apparently if one person is missing here, the whole factory stops. The secretary had to sign her last document but she wasn’t in school. So they caught her as she was boarding the taxi, a whole caravan of students followed and almost caused a riot. The lady from foreign relations got fired because the dean (on a power trip) said that she never gave permission for her to leave or get her passport. The passport was given by the lady from foreign relations, funny, because she doesn’t need authorization to give passports. It kinda sucks because she was the one that always helped me surpass the system, anyway, atleast my exit has been arranged for now.
What else happened today, I think im getting swineflu hahahaha
It sucks
Anyway, wait for a nicer post tomorrow
kisses
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Diarrea squared
Sandino, Pinar del Rio, July 6th 2009
Stardate 14.3
Yes, It happened to me again, the second time in one week. This time due to guilt.
I didn’t feel like going down to eat, so I asked a roommate of mine *I have 8 of them, some of them I don’t like, some of them I do* to go to Isabel rubio to get me some chicken. He went and brought me some, but I had completely forgotten about this. I went into the room at about 1 in the morning and I saw the Tupperware filled with food, I knew it was probably spoilt, but I ate it anyway, because it was chicken. I woke up this morning thinking nothing was going to happen because it didn’t feel strange. I was wrong, right after lunch it hit me. It was a very gassy one. One that causes crippling pain. I took another muscle relaxer and the pain went. But I still feel it inside of me, bubbling.
Oh yeah, and my documents ARE STILL NOT READY. I will kill them tomorrow. I really will, im not kidding, my next entry will tell you all which fucker I killed first.
Oh I am totally in love with star trek again after having seen the movie. I think Zachary Quinto is hot. Not THAT hot but his eyebrows, not the one in the movie, his real ones, just warm me up. Oh and I want to get my hands on 7 seasons of star trek voyager.
Helpful tips:
Don’t eat spoilt food twice in one week and vote to revive stargate atlantis.
Stardate 14.3
Yes, It happened to me again, the second time in one week. This time due to guilt.
I didn’t feel like going down to eat, so I asked a roommate of mine *I have 8 of them, some of them I don’t like, some of them I do* to go to Isabel rubio to get me some chicken. He went and brought me some, but I had completely forgotten about this. I went into the room at about 1 in the morning and I saw the Tupperware filled with food, I knew it was probably spoilt, but I ate it anyway, because it was chicken. I woke up this morning thinking nothing was going to happen because it didn’t feel strange. I was wrong, right after lunch it hit me. It was a very gassy one. One that causes crippling pain. I took another muscle relaxer and the pain went. But I still feel it inside of me, bubbling.
Oh yeah, and my documents ARE STILL NOT READY. I will kill them tomorrow. I really will, im not kidding, my next entry will tell you all which fucker I killed first.
Oh I am totally in love with star trek again after having seen the movie. I think Zachary Quinto is hot. Not THAT hot but his eyebrows, not the one in the movie, his real ones, just warm me up. Oh and I want to get my hands on 7 seasons of star trek voyager.
Helpful tips:
Don’t eat spoilt food twice in one week and vote to revive stargate atlantis.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Stupid quote of the day
Sandino, Pinar del Rio, Monday, july 6th 2009
Stardate 14.1
“Bread makes you fat because of the yeast in it, that’s why cheese gets you fat as well, it’s the yeast”
--Janique, 1st year medstudent, bachelors in either microbiology, biochemistry or organic chem—
Sometimes I wonder why the hell these people are studying medicine. These are the same kind of people that call for an excorcism instead of a doctor when someone is having an epilleptic attack.
I go to school with these... people.
Oh btw she is jamaican and studied at UWI
Stardate 14.1
“Bread makes you fat because of the yeast in it, that’s why cheese gets you fat as well, it’s the yeast”
--Janique, 1st year medstudent, bachelors in either microbiology, biochemistry or organic chem—
Sometimes I wonder why the hell these people are studying medicine. These are the same kind of people that call for an excorcism instead of a doctor when someone is having an epilleptic attack.
I go to school with these... people.
Oh btw she is jamaican and studied at UWI
OMG OMG OMG
Sandino, Pinar del rio, July 6th 2009
Stardate 14
Im so fucking freaking out, I was sitting down and as a regular checkup I was pulling on my skin where my lovehandles once were and I feel a fat deposit growing.
Am I really getting fat again?
This cannot be, not now, not 4 days before travelling, not three days before my threesome, no not now, this is impossible.
I am now running more, and easing off the carbs, its impossible, it has to be an ilusion, maybe im bloated. Last week I ran 5km, I walked 14, I had diarrhea which made me lose like 2 pounds, why is this happening?
Aside from the fact that im having a small nervous breakdown, my passport still isnt ready yet. Its t-minus 4 days and my passport isnt ready yet. Im getting one of
those fits again where heads will roll, planets will fall, solar systems destroyed.
I have already cleaned out two suitcases, I havent started packing yet.
Last Saturday I went out to sandino, I took 10 dollars I wasn’t supposed to spend. I drank beer, I danced, I was happy for a while, but I was so tired afterwards that I passed out (sleeping, not hipoglicemic alcohol induced coma) on my friends’ lap. I got to school, put on my ipod, with only 1 heapdhone working because all my other 7 sets of headphones have been broken by others. Im never ever lending out my stuff again, ever! And I danced in front of the mirror to some real music.
So I guess that’s like a summary of my weekend, sorry its like unstructured but im writing this in a hurry, I have been studying for the majority of the night, so now I have to go to bed, this is strange since I slept the entire afternoon.
Helpful tip number 67
Epispadia makes you pee towards your face, so sit down before you pee. Another tip, do not scratch your balls yoo much, it causes lesions and cheese under fingernails.
Stardate 14
Im so fucking freaking out, I was sitting down and as a regular checkup I was pulling on my skin where my lovehandles once were and I feel a fat deposit growing.
Am I really getting fat again?
This cannot be, not now, not 4 days before travelling, not three days before my threesome, no not now, this is impossible.
I am now running more, and easing off the carbs, its impossible, it has to be an ilusion, maybe im bloated. Last week I ran 5km, I walked 14, I had diarrhea which made me lose like 2 pounds, why is this happening?
Aside from the fact that im having a small nervous breakdown, my passport still isnt ready yet. Its t-minus 4 days and my passport isnt ready yet. Im getting one of
those fits again where heads will roll, planets will fall, solar systems destroyed.
I have already cleaned out two suitcases, I havent started packing yet.
Last Saturday I went out to sandino, I took 10 dollars I wasn’t supposed to spend. I drank beer, I danced, I was happy for a while, but I was so tired afterwards that I passed out (sleeping, not hipoglicemic alcohol induced coma) on my friends’ lap. I got to school, put on my ipod, with only 1 heapdhone working because all my other 7 sets of headphones have been broken by others. Im never ever lending out my stuff again, ever! And I danced in front of the mirror to some real music.
So I guess that’s like a summary of my weekend, sorry its like unstructured but im writing this in a hurry, I have been studying for the majority of the night, so now I have to go to bed, this is strange since I slept the entire afternoon.
Helpful tip number 67
Epispadia makes you pee towards your face, so sit down before you pee. Another tip, do not scratch your balls yoo much, it causes lesions and cheese under fingernails.
Friday, July 3, 2009
My first new comment
Sandino, Pinar del Rio, Friday, June 3rd 2009
Stardate 12.2
Hello Yordan guy, you see, since I don’t really update my blog myself, I cant reply to your comment, so I'm posting something as an answer.
Eres el Yordan que vive en suriname, que recien estaba aqui en cuba?
En comparacion puedo decir que la vida ‘abierta’ es mas facil aqui en cuba que en suriname, quizas es porque me iluciono con la cantidad de gente, pero todo depende de tu punto de vista. bueno, espero que disfrutes mucho de la vida surinamesa. Te deseo muchos exitos en todo, y gracias por escribir….
Stardate 12.2
Hello Yordan guy, you see, since I don’t really update my blog myself, I cant reply to your comment, so I'm posting something as an answer.
Eres el Yordan que vive en suriname, que recien estaba aqui en cuba?
En comparacion puedo decir que la vida ‘abierta’ es mas facil aqui en cuba que en suriname, quizas es porque me iluciono con la cantidad de gente, pero todo depende de tu punto de vista. bueno, espero que disfrutes mucho de la vida surinamesa. Te deseo muchos exitos en todo, y gracias por escribir….
Bloody Fermented Mess
Sandino, Pinar del Rio, Friday, July 3rd 2009
Stardate 12.1
As I have gotten confirmation of all my documents, I am now ready to travel. Ok wait, they said my documents are ready, but where are they? Ive been told they will be arriving here later today, we will see how much of it is true, either way, I want my stuff today.
In a happy spree I decided to go and clean one of my suitcases. I always use that one when I travel because of its 4 point independent wheeling system. It can rotate around its axis, its really easy to push around. Anyway, I was using it for food storage in the meantime, so I cleaned it out. In January of this year I had a major soy sauce incident. The bottle doesn’t close well, stupid lee kum kee. Although it’s the best brand, they seemingly forget to mention that the popcap can pop open at any given time, and considering that I never really kept the bottle upright, it all leaked out. So I cleaned it in January, and as a precaution I folded up a failing pair of jeans that I had, and used it as a boundary.
So now that the boundary had been removed and thrown into the trash (I am SO sure the workers will just take the pants, wash it and use it) I start to clean the suitcase. And I believed I did a good job. So I put the suitcase in an upright position, and within 5 minutes, a pool of fermented soybeans was under my suitcase, it was like it had a gunshot wound, that’s how much it was, then I realized, the suitcase had been in a lying position for 6 months, the sauce must have pooled in the auxiliary compartment, which is occupied by the pop up bars.
Man that was a big clean up, but I am convinced I got rid of it all.
In the meantime, I smell like soysauce, im listening to kylies greatest hits, and im trying to figure out how my new feeding card works. Apparently when we go down we have to carry it with us so they can stamp us off.
Oh and on a sidenote, apparently we got a new set of rules today. And just like I expected, all the faggios in class *a faggio is someone who is obviously a flaming homosexual, but goes to church to hide it, and doesn’t admit it to himself* started a riot, complaining, failing to comply, blablabla. Fucking homos. Ok I know I am gay, but geez, they just fuck it up for those who know how to handle it.
I just hate it whenever it happens, they always have the biggest mouths. It just disturbing, I mean, come out already, everybody knows….
Helpful tip for the day
Come out! Oh and thai food is spicy, so don’t drink through your nose!
Stardate 12.1
As I have gotten confirmation of all my documents, I am now ready to travel. Ok wait, they said my documents are ready, but where are they? Ive been told they will be arriving here later today, we will see how much of it is true, either way, I want my stuff today.
In a happy spree I decided to go and clean one of my suitcases. I always use that one when I travel because of its 4 point independent wheeling system. It can rotate around its axis, its really easy to push around. Anyway, I was using it for food storage in the meantime, so I cleaned it out. In January of this year I had a major soy sauce incident. The bottle doesn’t close well, stupid lee kum kee. Although it’s the best brand, they seemingly forget to mention that the popcap can pop open at any given time, and considering that I never really kept the bottle upright, it all leaked out. So I cleaned it in January, and as a precaution I folded up a failing pair of jeans that I had, and used it as a boundary.
So now that the boundary had been removed and thrown into the trash (I am SO sure the workers will just take the pants, wash it and use it) I start to clean the suitcase. And I believed I did a good job. So I put the suitcase in an upright position, and within 5 minutes, a pool of fermented soybeans was under my suitcase, it was like it had a gunshot wound, that’s how much it was, then I realized, the suitcase had been in a lying position for 6 months, the sauce must have pooled in the auxiliary compartment, which is occupied by the pop up bars.
Man that was a big clean up, but I am convinced I got rid of it all.
In the meantime, I smell like soysauce, im listening to kylies greatest hits, and im trying to figure out how my new feeding card works. Apparently when we go down we have to carry it with us so they can stamp us off.
Oh and on a sidenote, apparently we got a new set of rules today. And just like I expected, all the faggios in class *a faggio is someone who is obviously a flaming homosexual, but goes to church to hide it, and doesn’t admit it to himself* started a riot, complaining, failing to comply, blablabla. Fucking homos. Ok I know I am gay, but geez, they just fuck it up for those who know how to handle it.
I just hate it whenever it happens, they always have the biggest mouths. It just disturbing, I mean, come out already, everybody knows….
Helpful tip for the day
Come out! Oh and thai food is spicy, so don’t drink through your nose!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Unknown entry event
Sandino, Pinar del Rio, Thursday July 2nd 2009
Star date 11.1
Have you ever felt like you do not know what’s going on around you. I mean, assuming that you normally feel like you have everything under control. I am that kind of person, I do not believe in luck nor destiny, I believe that we are the ones in control of our immediate future, fueled by decisions we take.
I thought I had it all under control, but somehow everything is messing up. My grand scheme 2009 is at a critical point. No wait a minute, I did what I had to do, this is all due to incompetence of others. Hahaha, blaming is always the best way out isn’t it?
I now have 7 days remaining until my flight home. My passport is still not ready. This is not my doing btw. Incompetence of others, once again. Now, to speed up the process of preparing my passport, I was told to make a statement saying my mother is terminally ill, and to prove it, I had to ask her to send me an email telling me that she was dying. Now I didn’t have a problem with this, since I have no morals, but my mother, who thinks she is Muslim (hey, that’s funny, spell-check says Muslim is with a capital M, is atheist also with a capital letter, aha, no, those discriminating fuckers), did. So she didn’t write the letter. I kept begging and begging, but in the end I just assumed she wouldn’t write it. So I was about to send an email to my brother telling him to access her account and write it for her, without her knowledge . And so coincidentally, 5 minutes before I was about to write my brother, I get an email with the letter I needed.
As I read it I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was funny. Wait, would it be morally incorrect to put the letter online? Hahahah, ok, no I wont do that, id hurt my mother in the process, that’s not how I roll. Not with my mom atleast hahaha.
Anyway, aside from that, I’m suffering from food poisoning. But this all happened consciously. Yesterday, jenny came back from Havana. She went to go book her ticket to go back home in august. She came back and bought me real hamburgers, the ones that only exist in real civilization (Havana). They apparently were spoilt when she reached school. But I ate them anyway hahaha. I knew, but I tried to convince myself they weren’t as I was eating them. Anyway, im dealing with the infection, I took in a buscopan, which effectively shut down all my smooth muscle tissue in my gastrointestinal tract. No more pain hahaha, and because there is no motion of the fecal ball, the water gets reabsorbed, thus slowly treating my affliction. Though I know there are much better pharms for this kind of thing, I prefer this one.
Helpful tips of the day
Diarrhea is the second best diet ever, and be happy you do not have Kleinefelters syndrome.
Star date 11.1
Have you ever felt like you do not know what’s going on around you. I mean, assuming that you normally feel like you have everything under control. I am that kind of person, I do not believe in luck nor destiny, I believe that we are the ones in control of our immediate future, fueled by decisions we take.
I thought I had it all under control, but somehow everything is messing up. My grand scheme 2009 is at a critical point. No wait a minute, I did what I had to do, this is all due to incompetence of others. Hahaha, blaming is always the best way out isn’t it?
I now have 7 days remaining until my flight home. My passport is still not ready. This is not my doing btw. Incompetence of others, once again. Now, to speed up the process of preparing my passport, I was told to make a statement saying my mother is terminally ill, and to prove it, I had to ask her to send me an email telling me that she was dying. Now I didn’t have a problem with this, since I have no morals, but my mother, who thinks she is Muslim (hey, that’s funny, spell-check says Muslim is with a capital M, is atheist also with a capital letter, aha, no, those discriminating fuckers), did. So she didn’t write the letter. I kept begging and begging, but in the end I just assumed she wouldn’t write it. So I was about to send an email to my brother telling him to access her account and write it for her, without her knowledge . And so coincidentally, 5 minutes before I was about to write my brother, I get an email with the letter I needed.
As I read it I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was funny. Wait, would it be morally incorrect to put the letter online? Hahahah, ok, no I wont do that, id hurt my mother in the process, that’s not how I roll. Not with my mom atleast hahaha.
Anyway, aside from that, I’m suffering from food poisoning. But this all happened consciously. Yesterday, jenny came back from Havana. She went to go book her ticket to go back home in august. She came back and bought me real hamburgers, the ones that only exist in real civilization (Havana). They apparently were spoilt when she reached school. But I ate them anyway hahaha. I knew, but I tried to convince myself they weren’t as I was eating them. Anyway, im dealing with the infection, I took in a buscopan, which effectively shut down all my smooth muscle tissue in my gastrointestinal tract. No more pain hahaha, and because there is no motion of the fecal ball, the water gets reabsorbed, thus slowly treating my affliction. Though I know there are much better pharms for this kind of thing, I prefer this one.
Helpful tips of the day
Diarrhea is the second best diet ever, and be happy you do not have Kleinefelters syndrome.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Sandino, Wednesday July 1st 2009
Stardate 10.1
Last Monday I went out to a birthday party in Isabel Rubio. Isabel Rubio is an idolized truck stop grown into a small town. The center of my activities there is the Cupet, which is the truck stop slash tanking station. Anyhow, I got ready at about 8pm and left with my Jamaican friend David, but there was absolutely no transport to be found, so we decided to walk. It’s a 3.83km walk from my school to I.R., this is according to my IPod. Anyway, so we walked and arrived fashionably late, we were met by the Bolivians *they also go to school here in this area, there is a common saying stating that the entire Bolivian youth is studying medicine in Cuba*
The party wasn’t fun, they were playing shitty music, and they only had like one cd. And the cake smelled like raw egg, which seems to be a specialty on this side of the island. So I just decided to get drunk on the wine, but not get passed out drunk, just drunk. So I drank a glass of red wine, and then a glass of white wine, and then another one, and another one. After 5 glasses I decided to kick back and enjoy the sights hahahah. But then I was forced to drink more, so I told them, I will drink but I will have to purge hahaha, so I purged. I now have this way to induce vomiting without sticking anything down my throat. Its never a nice feeling but it had to go out hahaha.
We walked back to school again, at midnight, and arrived at about 20 to 1.
The next day, which was yesterday, wait
Stardate 10.2 now hahahaha
Yesterday the lady who had to prepare my passport, yes I actually have to send my passport to go prepare it before I leave the country. Its genius actually, its what prevents us from escaping the country without the Cubans permission. Hey wait, by explaining this process, am I being negative towards the Cuban revolution? Just yesterday they came into class reading us our rights and stuff, I cant do anything counterrevolutionary. Boo, I don’t consider this worth anything hahaha. Anyhow, so I entered the country on a tourist visa right, which expired after 90 days, after which I was illegal. But now they gave us an identity card which is all the legal documents I need as a foreign student. But I still cant get over the fact that its genius. They have to send my passport with an official request to some office so they can prepare a salida for me. Salida literally means exit. It’s a non stick visa for exit and reentry into the country which they confiscate after reentry. So even if I got a ticket, id still need a salida to leave, otherwise they’d arrest me at the airport. Oh the shame.
Back to the lady, she never prepared my passport for me to leave, which severely pissed me off, my flight is in nine days and nothing is prepared yet….. well fine, I apparently had to buy stamps for 25 dollars (which I didn’t even know could exist since nobody can pay that), anyway, so I left for the town of Sandino to go get the stamps.
There was no transport, I waited 1 hour at the busstop, took a bus, which dropped me 4km later at the military base, where I waited another half hour for another bus that dropped me 4km from the military base, and I had to walk the rest of the way, which is about 2.5km.
All this time I have been avoiding the sun in an attempt to bring back the normal color of my skin. All was in vain, I got burnt badly.
Once in sandino, I go to the post office, and as I suspected, the woman had no idea what I was talking about, so I got so pissed that I just walked away. I called my roommate (no not the one Iwant to kill) to ask him where his girlfriend got her supposed stamps, but she, being the regular airhead that she is (she will kill me if she ever reads this, but who cares, she is naïve) had no clue, she said she bought it from a friend. My eyes rolled obviously, because she could have gone to her friend and asked her, but instead of me telling her this over the phone, I decided that I was just going to let it go. She is older than me btw, much older….
I got some soft drinks and walked to the main bus stop, which is where they told me that all the buses were broken. Yes, it also happens in Cuba, all the possible buses are broken.
So I walked to the main road in the scorching 4pm sun and waited for two hours, nobody wanted to pick me up, it all has to do with the foreign thing.
That’s when I decided I was just going to walk to school, all the 12km. And I did, I walked 11km, and then this guy on a horse cart thought I looked dead so he offered me a ride for the last km, so I took it, my feet had blisters, I looked like death basically. Did I mention that the last time I ate yesterday was lunch, and it was 8pm already, as a matter of fact, I still haven’t eaten as of yet, 24 hours later, my body is in an advanced state of ketosis I’m assuming. Woohoo burning fat.
So that was yesterday, today I just told the lady to get my things for me, because I am not leaving this school unless its towards the airport. 9 more days…. Later on the woman told me that it wouldn’t be done on time, she doesn’t know what she is saying because if It isn’t done on time, heads will roll, schools will burn, computers will break, and then I’m never coming back. So in an attempt to try and calm me down they suggested the following, saying that my mother is terminally ill. Which is funny really, the same thing as last year basically. So that’s the new strategy, my documents will all be ready by this Friday, two days from now.
We will see how things will develop.
Oh I wanted to put some pictures up, but the peruan I have living in my room kidnapped my camera because he had something to photograph in Havana, odd isn’t it? So I will now upload some pics from my mobile and use davids computer, its nothing special, its actually quite sucky, but it has ubuntu and Bluetooth drivers, mine doesn’t right now, its missing most drivers. I just recently installed office 2007 on this one hahaha. So ill be right back.
Shit, my pc doesn’t detect his upload inbox, ill have to mail myself the emails. Need more time, why am I writing this anyway, you will never know anyway….
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