Sex stories

What would you think happens on the Mayan day of my birth date, on the date of a perfect number, June the 28th, and in the middle of my most secret, adventurous, loving, and happiest affair ever?

Yes, you are right - sex.

Well, almost. This is a really really REALLY secret thing for me, so I'm not posting this entry until it's safe to do so - I'm keeping it as a draft. Still, events these days have been so, so, SO outstandingly different, that I just can't afford to let them fade away from my memory.

Let's see, where should I begin?

Andrea. She is the half the core of this whole affair, and the other half is me. Let's see... as this is a secret entry, I can afford the tell the whole story (good thing my left hand's up to the task now :D)

OK OK, my life's been quite agitated these days. Since the "Seemingly Boring Secretive Stage" entry, I've been hiding stuff from other people to avoid outer comments and prohibitions. I guess I have about three secrets now - though this entry will focus on only two of them:

1. Remember the "Tremor yesterday" entry? Probably not. Well, that entry mentioned that I had met an incredible girl two weeks ago and had lost her the day of the tremor. This girl is Andrea, my cousin's 15-year old daughter - a most amazing, energetic, creative, cute, outstanding, incredible girl with whom I have many things in common.
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Kiss

My first real kiss occurred tonight. End of story.

Nailless

:D I'm happy. :D

Two and a half hours ago, I was in the hospital. The doctor removed the cast from my left arm, forced the two nails out of my hand with his bare hand, and told me I was free to go. :D

I don't wish to go into too much detail this time. I went to the hospital in the afternoon, entered the emergency building, called Manfredo and waited for him in the main hall (I call it the lobby). When I was entering, I overheard a guard saying that 6 bullet-shot patients were just about to arrive. Sure enough, while I was waiting, an ambulance siren was heard outside, and moments later, several firemen and policemen were bringing in several bloody people. The first one to come in was able to walk and was holding on to a shirt under his face. If not for the obvious circumstances, I wouldn't have known if his shirt was white stained with red or the other way around. It was soaked with blood, and it dripped red liquid from time to time. All the other shot people were brought in on a wheelbed. One of them had so much blood spread all over him, it almost seemed that red was his natural skin color. Cameras and reporters followed the blood-covered people as they were brought into the emergency building, transferred to a hospital wheelbed, and pushed through some doors labeled "Shock Room", while all the people in the lobby looked on.

I turned my head away, in a feeble but honest attempt to show some respect for the wounded. A while later, a tired-looking Manfredo arrived and fixed the necessary paperwork to get my hand X-rayed. I got in line for the X-ray machine, just after the guy who was soaking his t-shirt with his own blood. I didn't give him a close look, but Manfredo told me that this guy had a bullet hole right on his cheek... the bullet possibly went out the other cheek. Awful. (Sidenote: Have you noticed that awesome and awful are etymologically very similar, except that the former suggests the meaning "that which inspires some awe", while the latter suggests "that which inspires full awe"? Too bad they don't mean what they suggest).

So then I got my hand X-rayed, then I sat down with Manfredo and chatted with him for a while, and then my hand surgeon came. He looked at my X-rays, decided my bones had rejoined well enough, and got to work. He uncasted my arm and told me to take a deep breath. While I breathed, he pulled both nails from my hand with his own arm strength. It didn't hurt at all, practically. :O I recorded and photographed some of it, though not during the actual nail extraction :(.



A little nasty, isn't it? Well, remember that at least you're not the one with the actual holes, pain, and ugly scars on your hand. Now I'm in rehab period. I was told to move my fingers and hand normally, to use them as much as I could. It's going to be somewhat hard, since 4 weeks inside a cast have left my hand weak, hurt, and immobile. But I'll do it. I already got an orange to squeeze.

I also had my abacus class in the morning. I was told today that we have 3 weeks of vacation from abacus class - Kira gave me 4 "Map" books to work with during all this time. She also gave me a special mental calculus remedial book - I hope it helps me focus on the numbers as little abacus beads in their respective columns better. I also promised to practice my number calligraphy. So this will be an abacus workout period.

Seemingly Boring Secretive Stage

What to write when the main events happening in your life are supposed to be secret?????

Everything around that disguises them, I guess...

I went to my Japanese class today. I got back my hiragana test (in which I scored 97), I talked with "Shindi" a little bit during the class, she lent me 2 pens, Pedro came in later and showed me his brand-new PocketPC he acquired in Office Depot just yesterday for about 5KQ (it's a HX2790 - http://h10010.www1.hp.com/wwpc/uk/en/sm/WF05a/21675-21679-21679-21679-297609-12289776.html), and we were given our final japanese test, I think I did pretty well (except that I didn't remember what "telephone" was in japanese, so I snuck the answer (denwa) off from a lady sitting at my right). I'll probably get a 100 in that test. (No kidding). Oh, and I found Eva Perez (one of my former german language teachers), and gave her my mom's cellphone and home numbers. They seem to have something in common: a strong, sad will against their young daughter getting married soon.

I walked away with Pedro and met Elisa on the way. We agreed on getting a ride from Pedro, but then Elisa changed her mind and decided to do some things of her own before going home. So after 20-30 minutes of following Pedro around and waiting for him to finish talking to his recently-tested, somewhat anxious female students, we reached his car, got in, and talked about PocketPCs and his busted PC all the way home. He took me to my house, and when we got here, I gave him his Ubuntu Feistyfawn 7.04 CD back and my Windows XP SP2 CD (P.E.) so he could reinstall his desktop machine.

And then I spent my afternoon @ home, watching movies & TV Series(War of the Worlds, Jerry Macguire), my Aunt Violeta came home, she talked a lot with my mom, I chatted for several hours in my room, and then did some abacus exercises. I still plan to do some more tonight.

I'm also trying to figure out how soon can I get my left hand's cast and nails removed... I want to be able to drive again.

Melancholic Andrea musings

(A letter to God, asking for help to make Andrea happy)

Please God, help me make Andrea, little Sparkles, happy.

(I began writing this fairy tale thinking of Andrea, and never finished it...)
Once upon a time there was a princess who lived in a castle far away in the mountains.

Tremor yesterday

Yesterday, June the THIRTEENTH, there was an enormous tremor in Guatemala, 6.8 Reichter scale, they say (Correction: 5.4, INSIVUMEH says). I was having lunch at a fancy table and with nice food when it happened.

Fate has such an original way of letting things happen. Besides coinciding the infamous number and the said natural disaster, this tremor also happened in my mind, in my heart... I don't know if in my soul too.

Yesterday I was a happy soul, today I am a sad soul. I met an incredible girl two weeks ago and lost her yesterday, in one of the happiest days I've had. I obtained a red&black bracelet I'll never take off if I can help it... and then we blew it all last night.

And you MAY believe this has some stupid sexual significance. It does not.

I'll try to make things right. But it seems the battle is practically over now. :(

& it's Dyana's birthday. yay.

And I thought losing data was bad... :(

Samsung SP2514N (Rest In Peace) :'(

One of my worst fears came true today. I lost my data.

I have a Samsung SP2514N 250GB hard drive with all of my music, documents, videos, pictures, e-books, programs, movies, and the rest of the data I once cared to store inside. And last night, I broke it.

Not in half or anything, of course. It was 1AM last night, and I had accidentally fallen asleep on my bed, waiting for some process to finish running on my PC. I suddenly woke up, noticed I was wasting electricity, and turned everything off.

Now, my computer is connected to a UPS (Uninterruptible Power Supply), and even when it's turned off, it makes a low humming noise when connected to an outlet. I wanted no noise whatsoever in my room, so I stepped behind my computer and unplugged its power cord. However, due to my hand cast, I'm much clumsier than before. On the way back to my bed, while stepping over my computer's spaghetti cords scrambled across the floor, my foot (my right foot, I think) kicked my Samsung SP2514N off my PC's 17" tall case, and well, you know, gravity did the rest. It hit the stone floor with a dull metallic whacking sound. "WHACK!". "OUCH", I thought. But what could I do? I just picked it up, put it in a safer place (on the floor in a corner), turned off the rest of my room's apparatuses, and went to sleep.

And just a few hours ago I turned it on to see what had been the results of that ominous dull metallic whacking sound. After making its usual turn-on hum, it emitted strange clicks and clacks that made me worry. Windows recognized the disk when I connected it, and the first thing I did was a chkdsk on the drive. Bad news. Sectors 10000 through 65973 were corrupted and unreadable. I tried to access the file system through the explorer, and WHAM! I saw it. My complete file system had been reduced to a single empty folder called "GAMES". No files, no data, no nothing. 189GB of data were left virtually unaccesible inside my hard drive. My 11GB of music. My 3GB of pictures. My 5GB of documents and letters. My 8GB game collection (Stunts, Cat, Baby, Gabriel Knight, Sierra Games collection, King Quests, Space Quests, Police Quests, Quests for Glory, sigh...). My "Candy" series collection I took almost a month to download (and never got around to actually watch). My codecs, my drivers, my SWF collection, my PPX collection, my "funny internet videos" collection, my musical videos collection. My 768MB 1-hour DJ Tiesto concert video ("The 10th of May, 2003 will be a day to remember in the history of dance music music music..."). My 140GB of movies. Lagaan. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. The Elegant Universe. What the Bleep do we Know? Finding Nemo. Monsters Inc. Und so weiter... (siiiiiiiiiiigh)

Two things are very very interesting:

1. I don't feel as devastated as I thought I would. This may be a consequence of:
2. I burned 3 DVDs with the backup of what I considered my most important data (pictures, trance music, and other miscellaneous) only 2 days ago. Isn't it weird? I've had my hard drive for a year already, and it's been on top of my computer case for months now. I make a backup, and not two days later, WHAM! it breaks. Isn't Life such an interesting thing? I'm sure the Fates had something to do with this.

Such an interesting day, too. After a cancelled appointment @11AM, my japanese class @1130, and a ride back home with Pedro, I quite thoroughly enjoyed my day. I went to the nearby shopping center, strolled down the aisles of Paiz San Cristóbal, bought 1/4 liter of chocolate milk, talked with a Salvadorean lady while we waited at the cashier, bought two small Q0.50 pieces of "water-bread" (whatever that is) at San Martín, bought a Q0.40 sheet of paper at GrafiArte, sat down on a bench, dipped my pieces of bread into my milk, watched people walk by, and wrote some of my thoughts on my recently-acquired receipts and paper sheet. It was all very nice and peaceful.

And when I came back home, I found out that all the data in my hard drive had been lost. I also found out that today and tomorrow are two very nice and special mayan days. I had a nice long conversation with Scarleth on the phone, a long conversation with DD on GTalk, and I actually enjoyed my evening very much. And I plan to do some abacus right now. I want to increase my abacus skill as much as possible these days, I know I can.

So I lost my data. Funny, considering I just recovered someone else's data not 5 days ago. Reverse karma? Maybe it was some kind of warning. If it was, it was REALLY well-timed.

I WILL try to get you back, data inside of broken hard drive. But don't get your hopes high. I'll probably never see you again. May you rest in peace, Samsung SP2514N. I will always remember you fondly.

Blog Attachment, June 07 2007

Yesterday's blog entry missed several events I'd like to write down somewhere, so I decided to attach them here:

• Alicia returned to Chicago last Sunday, after making her wedding arrangements here in Guatemala. During this time, she got baptized just so she could get married under the catholic church. (How unnecessary is that?)

• I missed my abacus class last week because I overslept (verschlafen), but I went today, and was happily promoted to the next level!! Yes! Kira offered me to pass to a level she calls "The Map" (because its exercise book has a map on its cover), and I heartily agreed. These exercises are considerably different from the ones in the past levels. Numbers are smaller, but instead of the usual 10 addition exercises, "The Map" has 15. And instead of allowing 10 minutes for each exercise, "The Map" allows for 6. Mental multiplication and division exercises were introduced, and mental addition is still around. This is going to be fun :). Accuracy-wise, I'm getting 80s and 90s (not bad), but I really need to get my times down, even if only using one hand.

• I had an appointment at the hospital last saturday to get my hand checked. I waited in a hallway about an hour and a half, after which a doctor (Dr. Sergio Morales, the one in charge of my surgery) removed my cast and cleaned my wounds, and I saw my naked hand after the operation for the first time. I wish I had taken a picture of it, but I'll say this: it was UGLY. I don't remember ever seeing such an ugly thing in my life (except in TV & computers). The skin on my hand was all brown, dirty-looking, wrinkled... it loooked like a sick old man's hand. Two lines of skin were sewn together with black thread, as if it were a leather belt or bag. And of course, most noticeable of all were the two gray nails that protruded from two dark red spots (showing coagulated blood) on my wrist and on the back of my palm. And looking at that ugly, ugly sight, it happened to me. It had never happened to me before. I got dizzy, felt the need to vomit, and had a fainting sensation (where vision goes white and body equilibrium fails). I didn't actually faint or vomit, but it was surprising to see what the simple sight of a seriously injured body part can do to you.

• I'm tutoring Andrea, my cousin Adrian's youngest daughter, on her Physics and Spanish classes. She's in 8th grade and attends Colegio Aleman, so most of her assignments are in german. She's 15 years old, and I had never ever before really spoken to her. Until two tuesdays ago, that is, when her mother called and asked me to help Andrea with her Physics classes. I went to her house (located deep, deep inside a mountainous residential area called "El Encinal"), and helped her do some exercises about mass, weight, and gravity (Masse, Gewicht, und Gewichtskraft). That was easy. The interesting part in this story is Andrea's personality. She can't stay quiet or still for long (or even for a short while). She's all laughs, funny, witty, and teases a lot. During the only two classes I've had with her, she's already nicknamed me "Little Nerd" and told me all kinds of stories about her friends and parties and boys that have crushes on her. Our weekly tutoring meetings are actually fun, and we'll be having one once a week, so that's good :).
  

I... guess that's most of it. I'm still earning about $5 a day grading essays, I just finished 2/5ths of my anti-"mushrooms" treatment (54 pills to go), and... oh yeah! Isabel won a full scholarship for a summer course in Yale University. Impressive, considering only about five scholarships are given to high schoolers in the whole country (the USA). She's having quite a successful academic life up north in Chicago. Good for her!

Life in a cast

It's now been 2 full weeks since I tried to do a complete forward flip over a wooden floor at my gymnastics class, failed, and fell down hard on my left hand, breaking two of its bones quite asunder. My ring finger's metacarpal bone was obliquely fractured along the middle, and my middle finger's proximal phalanx's base was cracked away from the rest of it.

But at the time of fracture, I did not know this. All I knew was that my left hand hurt a lot and that it was swelling badly. I was able to move each of my five fingers completely (though painfully), so I thought it was just a bad muscle or tendon stretch, and that a little ice would do the trick. I even did a few more flips (but over a much softer surface). That night, however, while typing a C# program, I realized my little bump was more serious than I originally thought it to be. My hand swelled up all night until it looked like a red, glove-shaped balloon. The skin was so tense, I was afraid it would tear up somewhere.

First thing next morning (@11AM), I went to my doctor (who is also my aunt), and obtained her medical opinion on the subject. She concluded "fracture", and told me to go get an X-ray done at the Santa Bertilda medical laboratory. I was there and back again in about an hour (Thanks Transmetro!). I returned with Q77 less and 1 more X-ray diagram, the latter showing a clearly hurt, injured, fractured, broken hand.

Since my brother is also part of the medical society, we asked him to contact us with a good traumatologist. Thanks to him, we got an appointment that very night with Dr. Gaitán at his office in the third floor of the Torre Azul building. That doctor is officially the nicest doctor I've ever met. Since he was a traumatologist, I thought he was going to take hold of my hand and forcefully twist my fingers in weird directions to get my bones together again, while I screamed and shrieked and gnawed my teeth and jerked uncontrollably in the utmost pain and desperation, flashbacks and death wishes racing through my mind. But no. He just looked at the X-ray diagram, he looked at my hand, poked it a little, and after some thought, he sadly concluded "I'm sorry son. You need an operation" and then casted my hand. He told me my bones were to be nailed together, and that I would need at least three weeks to heal. Though not the best news ever, at least I now knew what had to be done.

Two days later, on Thursday 24th, I entered the Roosevelt hospital emergency building @6AM to submit myself to my operation. I took off all of my clothes, put on a red robe, had my right hand's skin and vein pierced by a needle connected to a serum bag, waited almost 5 hours in the waiting room, and was finally submitted to the nurses and doctors for my operation in one of those hospital beds with wheels at about 10:45AM. They made me wait a little longer in another room, but after about another half hour, I was wheeled into a room like the ones you see in ER: tiled cyan walls, clean cold atmosphere, and big round lights over the room's main piece of furniture: the operating bed. I was told to take my robe off, so then I was naked except for a blanket over me. I remember one of the doctors asking "So how long is this gonna take?", to which another responded "an hour, maybe less". One of the doctors was a female, and though I only saw her eyes and upper cheeks, I'd estimate her as at least an 8 in my scale. I'm pretty sure her name was Joyce. Then one of the doctors said "this is going to hurt", and injected a liquid of some kind into my serum tube with high pressure. I really did feel pain in my hand as the pressure entered my vein. A few seconds later, the same doctor said

• "This will help you relax"
• "Is it the anesthesia?", I asked.
  
• "Yep"

About to be about to sleep, I wanted to say something interesting before going all limp and numb. So, looking at the female doctor, I said

• "OK guys, thank you all very much. Take good care of me, I trust you. See you later!"

I woke up five hours later with a new cast, two nails, and severe pain in my left hand, an annoying light pain and needle in my right, moderate pain on my chest, equally naked, lying down on a wheelbed, looking up at my mom and my sister. They asked me questions and I answered them coherently, but I can't remember any details right now; my first memories after waking up from the operation are still very hazy. I was then fed with a nice vegetable salad and a mostly stale wheat drink. Though I was told I would spend a night in the hospital, it so happened that I got out that very night, on a wheelchair.

I was dizzy and nauseous that night, but I was somewhat comforted by the visit of several relatives. I found out that the pain on my chest was due to a doctor hurting me there with his knuckles. My brother says that all patients need to be forcefully, painfully woken up from the anesthesia effect, lest they stay in their numb state, and without external help, fail to breathe and die. So I had this hurting red mark on my chest for about a week, but it has now finally healed.

But my hand hasn't. My left hand still has nails inside it, a cast around it, and light constant pain all the time. And this is what my life is about these days: waiting for my hand to heal. As I mentioned in my last blog, language classes are still part of my routine, though my gymnastics are obviously temporarily suspended. I also feel lucky that my right hand is still intact, since it still allows me to manipulate most objects, including my cherished abacus (soroban).

As a sidenote, I want to apologize, from the bottom of my heart, to the one who has suffered the most due to my recklessness: my left hand. I'm sorry, left hand. I'm very, very sorry for having broken your bones. You have always been a great hand, and I shouldn't have put you at such a risk. I promise I will do everything possible to help you heal perfectly, and I only hope you can forgive me.

It's a bit ironic that I have the most things to write precisely when one of my hands is incapacitated, but it's true (I guess my right hand will only benefit from the extra typing exercise). The story of my operation is already long enough, but during these two weeks, I've somehow come up with many more singular events to write about. Though not the most exciting, the most singular of these was probably the Campollo event.

Last monday, while I practiced my abacus exercises, I got a call from Richard. He told me his cousin's girlfriend had some kind of hard drive failure, and that she URGENTLY needed to recover some of the data inside. I told him to tell her to call me, and so he did. A few minutes later, I got a call from Miss Estela Campollo, who described her problem with full detail to me. She asked if she could come over to my house immediately so I could recover the data, and I agreed.

About 40 minutes later, a big car parked in front of the house, and two girls came out. And I thought "Wow". They were pretty pretty. Estela was tall, light-skinned, fit-looking, and had long, auburn, salon-straight hair (9 in my scale). Lucia was shorter than her sister (petit), white-skinned, slim, had a cute face, and had her black shiny hair held in a tail (9.3 in my scale).

We all went to my room and then I set off to recover the data using whatever means possible. Due to my present anatomical inconvenience, I will skip the technical details. I will only say that I used RiP (Recovery is Possible)-Linux 1.9, Testdisk, my 20GB internal hard drive, and my IDE/USB adapter to recover Estela's laptop's hard drive data and backup 18GB of it in Lucia's laptop and burn the remaining 10GB in 3 DVDs, while we sipped on water and pineapple juice. It took me four to five hours to get everything out of there, but we were talking all the time, and so time passed by us fairly quickly.

The important part, however, is this: Estela is a graphic designer for Empire Promotions, the company that organizes all the important trance concerts here in Guatemala (such as the ATB concert I went to last month :) :D :) :D :) :D :), so she obtains free tickets to the concerts for her close friends. And GUESS WHO'S ESTELA'S NEW CLOSE FRIEND???? =D. (Correct answer: Me). She also paid me Q300 for the job, but that was her call.

It also turns out that Estela is an avid trance music (or as she more technically puts it, electronical music) fan, just like me, except much more :). She knows a lot about it and has already told me some of the bits and facts about this kind of thing. So I'm looking forward to a pretty friendship based on music taste and concerts here. Isn't that just so very nice?

Of course, given my present health situation, I'm unable to fully enjoy a party or concert, so I'll still have to wait a bit to enjoy my newly-acquired privilege. After healing, however, I think I'll have a BLAST!

Hmm, I wonder if she would be upset if she read this? I'd guess yeah, especially since I scaled her lower than her sister. But 9 is still an excellent mark, don't you think?

Lists of importance in 2007

List of Important Movies:

Matrix
Phenomenon
What the Bleep do we Know
The Truman Show

List of Things I want to do:

Travel all around, just everywhere!
Sail a long time
Learn and ROCK at gymnastics
Be A MASTER @ swinging glowsticks!!