4am by Vibreo

Funny I never thought this would happen. Its four AM and I can only think of you. Do you think of me like this? When I close my eyes I can feel your lips on mine, and if I remember really hard I feel you tounge also. Then I picture my hands roaming your body. Sometimes its too much and I have to write or do exercise or study, anything really as long as it forces my brain elsewhere. However, invariably my thoughts turn to you. How these days drag?!! I think clocks are broken cause apparently its been 7 days now since I last saw you but I'm almost sure its been at least a month, maybe more, maybe a year, a decade, a century, a millenium. Does a kiss travel through the internet?? If it does heres one. Or maybe if I put alot through it will work better, so I send you 1 million kisses and you can put them where you want. How about hugs, do those pass? If so then have some of those to. I hope they reach you, and if not then I'll give them to you, 20 days thats all, 20 days. 20 years, 20 millenia. Time can't fly fast enough it seems. Its barely 402, 2 min thats all thats passed. Not enough, it wont be enough till your in my arms again and then as if just to spite me time will fly through your arms as well and it will be gone. So lets make a wish, lets wish that on the night of sept 15 time will hold its breath and let me take yours away. I wish, I wish.

Feeling Better by Vibreo

Some days you feel bad, thats just life. My father taught me that when you feel down all that matters is that you get back up. Well yesterday (I think) I got back up. Now that I'm up I just wanted to inform people that it feels good. I know I shouldn't give advice but heres a bit. When your feeling down, just wait and when you don't feel so down get up. I know it doesn't make much sense but I don't care.

What Do You See? by Vibreo

When I look in the mirror I do not see as my mother would see; a tall, strong, handsome man of 20 years. When I look in the mirror I do not see as my friends would see; a tall, confident motherfucker who is vulgar and loveable. When I look in the mirror I do no see as my teachers would see: a bright student with problems in language and discipline. When I look in the mirror I see only through my eyes and what I see is different everyday. One day I'll see a confident man who's ready to take on the world. Other days I see a 20 year old boy trying to please the world by doing good in school. Sometimes I see a frustrated person ready to turn on himself (not turn himself on :). Who are all these people? Different aspects of myself... perhaps. Why do they come out? To show me that I still need to mature... it could be. Will they ever leave me? Maybe. Most days I simply don't recognize who I see in the mirror. Most days he stares back at me as if I were a stranger "Who are you?" he says, "How will you change today?". I want to tell him that I am himself, myself. I want to say I'm strong, but I've seen my moments of weakness. I want to say I'm smart, but I've seen my moments of stupidity. I want to say I'm a man, but I've been there when I've acted like a child. Who am I? What do you see?

About Me by Vibreo

Everyone who reads this knows enough about me to paint a pretty good picture about who I am. I wish to fill in the blanks. I was born in Texas March 11, 1986 to Ana Elsa Ruvacaba and Raul Ruvalcaba (I think my dad has a middle name but I'm not sure). I grew up till the 4th grade in an apartment complex on paredes line in Apartment I 1 of Sun Colony apartments. In those days I was very small and weighed less than 40 pounds (thats less than 20 kilos for my mexican friends). In school I often excelled but in 3k I was often reprimanded for using "unfriendly words". I remember in kindergarden that I was the only kid who knew how to use the words fuck, bitch, or asshole. While everyone used poopy head and shit like that I told people to Fuck off. Me and my friends we mostly of the popular bunch back then. We would hang out after lunch at the Big Toy and spend the hours trying to kick each other off the slide or tire or whatever we were playing on. I loved to wrestle with anyone even girls (though they cried to much). I remember I had a friend once who had diarrhea and he farted alot on that day. He used to sit on the letter R and I sat on the S. My best friend was Matthew. My teacher in those young days was Mrs. Flores, my PE coach was Mr. Nickels and a substitute teacher was Ms. Dominguez who later married Mr. Nickles, I remember she was beautiful. Both were very nice to me even though I was quite the trouble maker. In those years I was in love with a girl named Ruth Milstead. She wasn't very fast and one day I showed her a better way of running and she tagged me when we played tag that day. I got in fights quite a bit as I had a short temper and the boy I fought with was Angelo who I finally came to peace with about in 4th grade. And thats pretty much what my life was like in kindergarden, I was fearless, confident and full of energy. But that had to change, when I got a little older passing to 1st I was dancing once to Micheal Jackson and my brother told me I didn't know how to dance. I went to my first dance that year and cried the whole time because I didn't know how to dance. This influence of my brother plays an important point in just about all my life.
Now I pass to the first grade, but I'll talk about that later.

Three Brothers adapted by Vibreo

Three brothers sat in their living room when the eldest said " I will go out, see the world, settle and conquer." So out he went and to make sure he didn't trip or fail he kept his eyes on the ground before his feet. So it was that he grew old with his caution, always careful of his step and never reached his goal.
Two brothers sat in their living room when the middle one said " I will go out, see the world, settle and conquer." So he went and to make sure he didn't miss an opportunity or fail he kept his eyes on the horizon. So it was that he always looked ahead, so far ahead that he failed to see the rocks or trenches at his feet so that he tripped and rolled throught his trip and never reached his goal.
One brother sat in his living room when he said " I will go out, see the world, settle and conquer." So he went and to make sure he didn't trip or miss an opportunity or fail he kept one eye to the ground before his feet and the other to the horizon. So it was that he traveled great distances and saw new lands, but every time he tried to settle he kept looking to the horizon, and so he never settled and never reached his goal.
Do not be so cautious as to never reach your goal.
Do not see only your goal and trip over the matter at hand.
Do not be split your goal and so never decide on which you want most and end up with neither.

Where am I? by Vibreo

I'm in my couch, but I'm in her arms. I'm in Monterrey, but I'm gone. I'm here and there no where. Where am I? Now if I were a smart man, which I'm not, I would be where my body rests. If I were a wise man, which I'm not, I would be where my heart lies. The truth is that I am neither smart nor wise I am merely myself, by myself. Without you, its strange, I feel alone. As if some part of me were suddenly missing. Its a feeling akin to walking out of you house without your boxers on, you know something is wrong but you don't know what. Whats worse is I miss you already and it still hasn't been 8 hours since I last saw you, kissed you, bit you. Jenny. Now I touch my neck and the pain makes me think of you, reminds me of you, makes me long for you. It seems I can't get my fill of you. Your silky skin, your sparkling eyes, your passionate tounge, your tender hands, your honey lips. I miss you, all of you. Thats where I am. I'm missing you, by myself. I'm too selfish to share my missing you, its for me and me alone, I miss you enough for everyone, no one else need miss you.

The Pee Phenomenon by Vibreo

How many times has it happened to you?? First, realize you have to pee but you hold it. After a while you really need to go so you get up and calmly walk towards the restroom but suddenly the closer you get to the bathroom the more you have to go. Now it turns out the bathroom is down the hall to the right, up the stairs through the auditorium, past the emergency doors and finally on the biggest bush/cop/car/wall/dog/pigeon/statue/patch of grass/river/water bottle/tennis court/chair/tire/fence/cat/idiot/beggar/microwave/electric generator/fish/church/priest/sibling/city official available. When you finally find a good spot you have to open your zipper and drop your pants, this is of course impossible since you have to piss so badly, in fact you have to piss so bad it feels like your teeth are now holding pee that didn't fit in your bladder, that your hands are shaking like you haven't slept is 12 days. Finally you let go and it feels like you just had an orgy with every cover girl from Playboy and Maxim for the past 4 years, a beaver, an ox, a 9 iron, 2 almonds, and a pound of raw meat. Now I know as well as any other man who has held it in for to long the pleasure of release from a good pee. But what the hell is with the wanting to pee so bad before getting there? It seems to get exponentialy worse the closer you get to the bathroom, and that to me doesn't see normal. This is not the only case where this applies. When its lunch time I seem to get progressivly hungrier as more food is piled on my plate. When I need to sleep the closer I get to my bed the sleepier I am. Why when we want something do we want it more as we get closer to it??? The answer: people are dumb. Instead of calmly approaching our goal we get dumbstruck with the certainty of having it, suddenly our brain focuses on our objective so much that it seems to become more real as we get closer. As it gets more real its absence is more noticable then ever, which causes us to want it more. There is a good side to this, the more we want the more we will do to get it. A man who has to piss will trample a small child if he happens to be in the way. A man who needs sleep would suffocate kittens if it meant sleeping. And me?? I would drive 3.5 hours alone and spend all my spare money just to see someone. This is the piss phenomenon: the closer we get to our goal the more we want it and as we get closer to our goal our despairation becomes such that we would do almost anything to achieve it.
So now that I've described this phenomenon I warn you: be careful of your goals, make sure they are worthy of the actions you would pursue to achieve them.

I dedicate this Blog to the bastard that stole my mirrors.

I read once that there is only one crime and that is stealing. All other crimes derive from this one. Murder for instance is robbing someone of their chance to live and also in some cases robbing someone else the oppurtunity to kill them. Rape is when you steal someones innocence. Battery is robbing someone of their looks for a while and a good day. Lying is robbing someone of the truth as is omitting. Abuse is robbing someone of their happiness. If you cheat you rob someone else of their effort. In all these cases the crime is theivery. Now if by chance you steal some side mirrors then your an asshole and a theif. Someone stole my side mirrors, I hope he dies slowly. In fact I hope that he dies really really slowly worse than the bastard that wrote a book on the color blue.

Vibreo

EXPRESSO ROCKS!!!!! By Vibreo

OK, so I just downed a cup o' Joe with some expresso in the mix. So I feel as if I were a chihuahua on CRACK!!!!!! However, I refuse to let this stop my blog. I don't plan on writing everyday but shit... why not today?? Ok lets start shall we.
I don't know what talk about so lets start with colors and from those color we will pick the color blue. I say FUCK BLUE!!! thats right its unnecessary. We already have green and yellow, I say blue is not needed, not only not needed but its a tag along, a third wheel, an unwanted guest, a blight on the color cycle, its the kind of color that makes other colors look bad. Not only does it look bad it sounds bad also. WHY?? well lets start with the b in blue its a buh sound ... like the word bad, next is the bl which sound like blow well blue blows blatently (alliteration rocks!!!!). Then you finish the pronunciation with blu the e isn't even necessary its a damned extra it just takes up space, makes us breath more air to pronounce a four letter word that only uses 3 in pronunciation. You know why it does that?? Cause blue is mean. Another thing I don't like about blue are all the damned options one has these days not like brown, or red those are easy people don't say "Yes I took a shit yesterday and it came out between a hazelnut and almond color" they say " I took a big brown shit yesterday and it happend to have red blood in it." At which point one might say well its good it didn't come out orange, just orange mind you not orange peel, or tangerine, or shit dark yellow just good old orange. With blue though its a constant battle to define its blueness. You have blue, light blue, dark blue, midnight sky blue, periwinkle (sidenote: Remember Bullwinkle from Rocky and Bullwinkle show?? He SUCKS!!!!: end side note), sky blue, steel blue, teal, aqua, aqua marine (which I say is just green, if you look at it its about as blue as a blueberry which is really purple), sea blue, ocean blue, river blue, lake blue and the list goes on and on. If one was so inclined he could write a book with just different names for the color blue and hopefully no one would buy it and one would die the slow painful death of tertiary syphilis with herpes, chlamydia, gonnorhea, Rickets, and cholera that one deserves for writing such a book. So in conclusion blue sucks, all the other colors are ok but blue sucks unless its just regular blue then its ok.
EXPRESSO ROCKS!!!!!!!!!

How to give advice. By Vibreo

1. Don't.
2. If you must give advice, try not to.
3. If you fail at that and then really really have to give advice, try to give very general advice. For example if a guy tells you his girlfriend is pregnant and he doesn't know what to do then tell him "Do unto your neighbor as you would have them do to you" which is pretty vauge, or quote Family Guy or The Simpsons. If you manage to make them laugh then just shrug off having to give them advice.
4. If all of the above fail then give advice, advice should be short, clear and true. It should be derived from your own experience (if you don't have any and your friend is still asking then he's an idiot) and should be what you consider true, that way if your wrong then you can at least say "Well that was the best I could do at the time" then quote Family Guy or The Simpsons.

The most important thing is this if ever you find yourself in a situation where your advice has a direct effect on your friend, take my advice and never ......

Slowly over the years I've come to realize that what is today known as love is nothing more than a great farce. Nowadays what is known as love is in truth obsession. People speak of love as if it were all that there is to life, and they speak of life as if it were worthless without love. The truth is this love is a luxury. Of course I'm not speaking of the love from a mother to a son, or a father to his daughter, I'm speaking of the love that exists between a man and a woman. This love is a luxury and like all luxuries if one is to truly appreciate it he must work hard to get it. Love in the twenty first is practically a birthright... this of course is a bunch of bullshit, so please allow me to explain a bit of what I've come to understand about love (and yes I realize that I may be wrong about what I believe but i know that the crap above is just that... crap).

So this is what I think on love. Like I said before its a luxury. It is also extremely difficult because what love asks is trust, communication, time, patience, understanding, forgivness, creativity, passion, wisdom, caring, confidence, tenderness, sacrifice, and attention. The worst part of this is that it is needed from both sides. With all of this even the best of loves are uncertain. The best example of love is the life of a human. It starts small, grows quickly in its youth and as it grows older it must be cared for more and more if it is to last.

So to those of you who belive that love is eternal, that it is for everyone, and that it is what justifies our existence... please shut up.

Thank you,
Vibreo