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I forgot, this week my ex sent me a message sidiendo text: Hello, is that this is stupid, but recently I just checked your user profile in the directory of participants from msn, and section of state or something worse refers to your social status, she said above had seemed stable, now says nothing, it would seem that broke with the jerk with which plugs the gap a little left (necessarily, not by choice). I do not know, perhaps I (which is safer), but is laying the groundwork to start a friendship and maybe want to come back (uh), but has been followed this kind of messages I receive it not that I do or tell something, which I left and back, I no longer look or talk to him, especially since she asked me and besides I got tired of that. so I've been cutting, and I said hello! and happiness? (Or something), she said she just wanted to say hello (uh), no mames if I have already clarified that because skunks do not wave me out and upsets me, besides that I speak only in cases of emergency.
that I said to made ahce to come when I ask to come back again and I'll be at another turning point in my life, like work, leave the country, or finally having a new girlfriend (hopefully That is not because I say shit mothers and not the ends).
good purpose.

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has otherwise done freelance so maybe it will be like this year?

this Wednesday October 27th, I went to Tec de Monterrey to design and deliver a bill from my first job as a freelance, except that I was very well arranged, with Pantalos dark gray dress, gray shirt, black shoes, black tie, black belt and my "flip chart" or rather my portfolio arrive without delay and found the office very easy, it was no problem entering. the strange thing is that all these stories are true that being on the campus of Tec is to enter a parallel world which is the city of Monterrey, it seems that you are in another country, everything is so right, "perfect" so snof so Gringotization, there are so many pale faces you do not know exactly which country are no trash cans for everything, for paper, for plastid, etc. There are in all seats the gardens that can be sto connection with your laptop without problems, even with internet connection, you look like you try and of course it was right out of clothing, but I had traado as a child, if in itself as I have seen normally, a puberty Paresce 17, my baby face and my habit of dressing do not give me the maturity that should represent that is 23 years, I have a degree in visual arts, I am entitled and how you want to see a film like 28days Later, I ask for identification to gain entry to the function, the last straw was when that presise day a man asked me the age, that anger can vote in polls in toys for children (as it was season lessons) because her daughter about 13 or 14 years and I did not want to ue parecióq I would be a good example of how not to be ashamed deviera, well that'll tell you some other time. the fact is that if I rataron well, a little girl with the fake, but the fare that old telling me how I snof design requirements that need and how we run things in the design and printing methods , I mean they were translated and clear doubts, until then I was treated either as a professional. I lasted about 4 hours there with that of waiting because they were eating and apart ahble with a person first and then talked to another and then with both, until they were fixed and some things I went, to leave the place I was going to take the bus to take me to Cintermex (convention center) and wing found the book fair, took me over an hour in Otmar a "truck" because the streets are made a fucking chaos, rebuilding and there is little automobile traffic, all traffic was diverted.
and when it finally came, of course I did not follow well-behaved, desfajé me the shirt, took off his tie, rolled up my sleeves, etc. a little more comfortable, I took a quick tour to find the book you wanted, was the second volume of: Issac Azimov full story (or a gentleman and greatest creator of science fiction), I found and then I went to visit the other posts, there are many books that I liked, but way too expensive for my tight bolcillo, I say, if I could buy but felt no need to spend much money on the kind of book I was, only that compre'otro was cheap, it's called: PXIe in the suburbs is a Mexican author, young, young dults speaks of contemporary life and its empty infested contemporary technology, sex, drugs, marriage, work, relationships, etc. have not finished reading and I know they made a good choice, regardless of my age could relate very well with the situations and lifestyles of the main character, on occasion it seems that they are describing one, then tell them more about the book when I finish. Livejournal
when I say I always remember the first contact I had, which was through the journal of a girl called ladyspuky, which I found watching porcierto directory msn participants (looking for someone interesting to talk), I found interesting. here is the city, his journal was very good and entertaining, so I know it's here in my country, who is studying communications in the technology and that is basically Darketa / goth / etc metalera. a year ago she said in her journal that would be in a position at a parallel exhibition, next to the book fair, I flung me see if I could know in carne y hueso y de paso ver si podía ligarla, pero no fué asi; ahora que fuí al tec, la recordé y pensé que sería imposible que la llagase a ver, pero ho sorpresa/señal que me llevé cuando al dar el recorrido por la feria del libro, que volteo repentinamente adelante y la veo frente a mi, caminando hacía mi, pasandome a un lado, tan cerca y tan inesperado como fugaz fue ese momento que me quedé parado, volteando a verla, sin habla; no me mal interpreten no soy un obsesivo, simplemente que depués de tanto leer su diario e identificarme con ella, jamás me pasó por la mente que pudiera topármela asi como así; fue otro de esos momentos extraños que he tenido estos dos últimos años, always identify them because they pass a series of subtle events in an entire day chained match or strange things and yet I feel they are signs, but the problem is that I never know what that tells me, or is it simply that I say everything is Conet?, everything is possible?
by the way, I've had a sore back and neck strains do not let me sleep, apparently is the combination of stress by the freelance work in the technology along with my mattress that says you want me because that's Jubilee shit, I need a new one.

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I know that nobody cares and that possibly no one read my comments mainly because I have not written anything in the last month Nohe simply had access to the computer and elpoco time available on the Internet, I have used for other activdades, especially for the deviant art page, which constantly Czech but neither have risen sharply in recent months.

apparently in this journal only write of my sorrows and the maximum is the ghost, so here goes another ghost.

on Monday went to a cybercafe to check my hotmail mail, apparently from my computer do not check it properly and I can not revise or delete any of its contents and was already heavily congested. to enter from the msn messenger, I could see that my ex, returned to admit in his messenger, and put words in your nickname that could very well have been indirect at me, so I answered in the same indirect, in my nick name. Fortunately I refrained from talking, because I know that re-admission to your account, has ulterior motives, she probably expected him to speak, but the Ingon flatly, as she was the one that decided me to speak. then Tuesday I saw briefly my messenger, and there was another sentence in indirect mode. there was no textual contact. although I have forgotten a lot and have been out of my mind, every time I notice a slight presence of her in my life (and now in MSNs messenger) seem to me eager to return to, with many doubts and therefore desire back to talk to clarify, but I know that will leave nothing, we once again the same thing. Wednesday now busy drawing and inking me, listening to music and watching movies, but at night, I got a text message to your phone (or cell phone to some English), she was telling me that he finally had your exam and is now whole engineer (systems, which is the easiest race of all engineering, as well as crappy, inserbible bone), but hey, I decided to be cordial and human, and I said feclicitándola, she thanked me and I again congratulate and now. I guess that's why the re-admission, it would seem that had the urge to tell me before, but could not, in short I hope that was just that and not play again my life, at least in a long time.

other things, I started to do in comics what will be a version of what happened to me in 2003, which was before you started this journal. How tragic my story of how I was left by the person he loved, at the same time I found words in my first friend cosuelo earliest in China to England, who soon after commits suicide, while another friend who consoled me and her job is as the accumulation of sadness, depression, and problems at work led me to keep on board to think seriemente in sucidio, when he was on the roof of a party with my friends, meeting faculty, and then encotramos with signs, suspicions, and find evidence that the British suicide ra noe who always said. I stir it with an imaginary trip to England with some friends to investigate the mystery after discovering my psychic abilities, sensory and telekinetic (post course it would be me in the comic book character) for fatally sitting in front of zombies, ghosts and other unknown beings and evil demons to know the reason for all events is that I end up sacrificing the survival of my friends as a token of appreciation for their help in this quest so strange and post their friendship, support and loyalty.

good if someone comes to read this, know that this time if the comic will siempre habia querido, solo que no sé cuanto tardará :D