Late but I will not fail to write an entry today. Monday was a Linux day, at least to my lap; and that was the most interesting part of the day (at least to me =). You need to understand that I'm ISC after all and having a PC, configuring it, hacking you could said, being a nocker, Allan would say; is a way to be myself, in a manner. I couldn't install the f***ing kernel source but it was fun, and I have Blender when I need to cool my brian...

Tuesday was yet another linux day, but upside-down. This time it was my linux box at the office, and this time it was it against me. The hard drive crashed. Today I'm still trying to resume my work, and I'm stuck with w2k for the moment, maybe tomorrow I'll retry Mandrake.

Today... I had an interesting talk with Hagen about love. It was fun to hear about being of somebody else, yet with economical separate lives. There I see the post-modern lenses we all have, even when someone has a "romantic" view it is shaded by what people call "realism". "Love is like the roller coast, you are waiting for it for so long, you get dizzy when it happens and don't know where is up or down and you end telling yourself how bad it was, that you'll never do it again. And after a while you try it again." Said by hagen, more or less (well in spanish...) I can't said it isn't true in a way, it just dispells the magic of it. Is it bad to dispell it? I need to talk about the muffy concept of "Amor". Is it real or just a pheromone event? Do I know anything of it with my background?

Two days behind schedule, so let's work. Sunday I watched Daredevil with Jaime. It was weird, the meeting. It wasn't as good as it could be, and I know Jaime really tried to be nice. I'm true to my feelings and don't think it was a good talk, neither speak completely open (maybe both tried to be nice). Frustation is a word that cames to me. And interesting comment was that it seems he thinks I more "approachable" by reading this blog than by talking. I won't explain why pe'i this is right. Yet he said more context is need to be here, and my answer was that to meet me one has to treat me (not just read me). But here I propose a third approach, write me.

It's ackward to mantain two blogs. Well I'll continue with my chronicle of padilla's house night stay. Yes, too many "adjectives" for a concept, even for a spoiler =) So they continued playing and think Padilla wanted to stop just because I was there, and we went to walk. A walk kind of a mixture between I trying to describe Changeling, a bad Blair's witch adaption and a Magic: the gathering background noise. You may notice how many time I repeat magic. I will need to write magick for the rest of my life to keep the concepts apart. I like magick. When we returned to padilla's house I started watching Onegai Teacher. Here I wouldn't describe my complete opinion, it doesn deserve that privilege, jaja. It was good and that's all. I wonder what will Erick and Padilla would do after they read this... It may be fun...

We stayed at Padilla's house (as planned). And we even have a weird "care bear" role-playing game. It was fun. BTW, all the day was fun, I just repeat so much the m word so you can see what I perceived. It was fun because I was there with them. I did more things than what I describe here but they are "so desu ka", jeje.

*"so desu ka" is a japanese phrase that could be understood as "doesn't matter" but it has so more meanings...

Another weekend has ended and I don't hava an internet connection to update the blog everyday. I have little time so I'll be brief... Friday went to a kind of bar with work friends (there was also Yorch; who obviously was friend before working with us). I don alcoholize myself, so they started to have fun with "beer for us... and a coke". At first it seemed pretty boring just watching each other. We ended up talk about what can be done to better our laboral experience. I have to confirm that alcohol is a great way to make people fraternice and talk straight. Hope that talk could resume in a serious meeting.

Saturday, easy going a lot of reading, more than enough sleep. Then I went to Julio's house, watch him playing Final Fantasy. It was boring to see how they can call it an RPG. Then we went to Padilla's house where they played Magic for more time than I could count, at some point I really blacked out. A Zen state. No words. No feelings. Nothing. Then I returned and think maybe Padilla felt it. So I started to drink coke and eat chocolate to stick in this plane, jeje. I wrote an interesting story (in my mind) with the main concept that angels to stay in this world needs a coke, tabacco, or something so bannal that their pure essence would need time to clean it from their ever-washing system.