Oct 25 2009
Butterfly
Odysseus: You have your swords. I have my tricks. We play with the toys the gods give us.
– Troy –
I spoke to my friend Kitty last night. Yes, the one who helped me out with troubles back in Peru.
She is extremely busy woman at the moment. Busy with her work, her relationship, her kids and her new home reparations and moving stuff, so she really didn’t have that much time, but she said: “I’ll make time for you”, and she did. So, after I gave an interview to a local radio station last night, we went to a restaurant-bar to have some food and a little chat.
Amazingly, I told her quite the opposite story of what I told to a radio journalist dude, less then an hour before. To her I was talking about travel and my after travel symptoms.
The after travel syndrome
I told her I’m somehow unable to feel the ground under my feet, and it’s now not the same walking on the street like it was before.. and it seems I’m unable to find my drive. I’m fluffing with my wings from side to side, unpredictably like a butterfly in the wind. Feeling like chicken without head or walking zombie even, with enormous hunger and thirst. Kind of demand that my little city is unable to deliver supplies for. It’s kinda after travel syndrome. Like all the time drinking, being impulsive, dialing the numbers of women I don’t want to dial and sending the text messages and mails which I regret the other day. I also spend way to much money on make-up, perfumes and clothes, without even those pretty sales girls giving me their phone numbers, let alone I date any of them lately.
That really su*ks!
Social engineering
I figured out after I lost 4 phones during my travel, it doesn’t really work very well for me back home now and it ain’t that easy to collect those numbers back again. It’s not that much that I dialed certain numbers because I badly wanted to, but because I felt bored and I have an extreme shortage on numbers in my phone book at the moment. So, for each number I screw up and I therefore have to delete, I gain two new ones. I think it’s the road to go - but it might take some time to get there… in this jungle of social engineering.
Meanwhile Major Tom says: “life back home really s*cks after the travel, huh..” and I think he’s right. He traveled long enough to know that. He’ll come to visit me next month.
My friend Kitty on the other hand didn’t say that much yesterday but she listened continuously to what I had to say and she also asked some questions instead. So she understood that aesthetic surgeries I now want to go through, fit well into my newly created world and that my business shift from Internet advertising into: travel, internet - hard core - advertising and make-up sales (coming soon), is complicated - but natural. So the money won’t be an issue for me any time soon. That’s good.
She however wanted to know: “how am I gonna solve my X problem?”
I said: “the moment I get some hot, very hot - and I mean really, really hot chick on my side once again, the X problem is gonna solve itself, as I’ll be too busy screwing her several times a day, preferably making little babies, then continuing with my X problem.”
At least, it would be nice if things would work that way… and in the worse case scenario, I can always make my friend Kitty laugh.
The Road To Mandalay
Robbie Williams, Lyrics.
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There’s nothing funny left to say
This sombre song would drain the sun
But it won’t shine until it’s sung
No water running in the stream
The saddest place we’ve ever seen
Everything I touched was golden
Everything I loved got broken
On the road to Mandalay
Every mistake I’ve ever made
Has been rehashed and then replayed
As I got lost along the way
There’s nothing left for you to give
The truth is all that you’re left with
Twenty paces then at dawn
We will die and be reborn
I like to sleep beneath the trees
Have the universe at one with me
Look down the barrel of a gun
And feel the Moon replace the Sun
Everything we’ve ever stolen
Has been lost returned or broken
No more dragons left to slay
Every mistake I’ve ever made
Has been rehashed and then replayed
As I got lost along the way
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
There’s nothing funny left to say
Hunting the butterfly
Two days ago, photographer Claudio provided me an access to his home server, so I downloaded some 2000 pictures from our 2 photoshoots back in Santiago. One of those 2 shoots was at Ochoa Academy.
Coincidentally, the passwords he gave me, were: butterfly and hunter. :D
Well, anyway.. the pictures are gonna be here soon.
