Happy Birthday to my Brother!
I don't even think he knows I have one of these, but hell, I'd like to inform you all that today is my brother's birthday
He's 20 today, and he still looks 5 years older than me. It almost feels as if he would have been the one to get married, since, well, since he looks much elder than myself. He's 20, not very neat, but he really is the greatest brother I have. He also has a good attitude towards life situations, such as dealing with breakups, dealing with financial matter, and he has great talents.
RJ as he likes to be called (which stands for Ronald Javier) is an amazing graffitti artist, no joke, he has some of his work in his site, his room, the house, my aunt's house, and a couple bridges all around different cities. I wish he would teach me, but I will leave that to him, its kind of his own thing, and I don't want to bother him.
Lately the only thing we have in common is Monster Hunter Freedom 2 for the PSP, I'm not going to lie and say that this game blows, but gawd damn it, this is an amazing game; youtube this mother if you want to check it out, RPGs rule!!! and Halo 3 still sucks in my opinion.
I can still remember when my dad would beat me up in Peru because I did something wrong, and in the background I could hear the voices of my brother screaming at my dad and telling him to stop. When my dad would leave the room, he would come in, and we would hug and he used to see if my wounds were bad; not that it matter, because we would sleep in the same bed at the end of the night. It was always weird because the next day we would be back to fighting; but that's just how little brothers and sisters are I suppose.
My brother is a good guy, he has a lot to offer, a great heart, many skills to put in use, and in top of that, he will be done with his Mechanical Engineering career in 5 months at Wyotech. He did it!
This didn't come easy though, my folks have been working their asses off. They still work doing newspaper delivery for more than 6 years now, that is rough, no breaks, days off, holidays or days off in case you get sick; its just 24/7, 365. In top of that, my mother looks for any possible way to gain more money during the day; doing packing for people who are about to move out, if not, cleaning or taking care of children in Palo Alto. My father, well he has enough work to keep himself busy. All this money goes towards my brother's courses that he's taking at Wyotech. I admire them for it.
The new year has begun and it feels as if it is going to be a good year, I have made my resolution and it was to stop drinking soda (and I'm doing very good so far), but I feel as if I'm missing something more meaningful when it comes down to these type of things. I mean I'm taking care of myself by not drinking any (because it causes your bladder to produce kidney stones) but at the same time, I still smoke bud; no biggie, it is kind of hypocritical but I'm not tripping. I need to find something else, maybe, stop daydreaming and actually get started doing what I always wanted to do, like procrastinating when it comes down to learning to play new instruments, besides piano.
It has been a week since grandpa passed away, I don't know what else to say about this other than this really sucks. I want to let it out, but it feels like I just can't. I have my mentality set to "move on" right now, and whatever happens, it happens for the best. Grandpa Eloy was a good man, "always straight, never look back, with your feet planted in the ground, and your eyes open to watch over and in front of you" he said, and that is the best advice someone could have ever given me. Grandma Bertha in the other hand was a sweetheart, known as one of the most charismatic people in the town that I grew up in; hard-working woman, respectful, with a huge sense of humor. That is how I remember her. She used to feed me so well when I would go to her house. Man did she spoiled me. For some reason, the worst things happen to those who have a huge impact in our lives. I am thankful for these.
On the other hand, my mamacita got her laptop today. I saw her on her webcam and it felt like she never left me here. I still feel lonely when I go to bed though, its not the same. I just need to apply at Barefoot Coffee Roasters this week, and hope that I get a job there. This should be easy since Kyle works there and he's the manager as well (hi kyle!!!), but I really do need to turn in a well written essay about what is it that I like coffee so much and why do I want to work there. I almost want to put a word in 2 pieces of paper, in font size 80, in the first one, it shall say Fuck, in the next one, it may say Starbucks. Maybe I grew up to really enjoy doing Latte Art, or becoming familiar with the whole traditional way of making coffee in Italy, with someone who would push me to my limits. This will make time go faster since I will keep myself busy at all times, and at the same time make time go by faster because I really miss her.
I don't know if I overthink things too much, but sometimes it feels as if noone wants to hang out with the married guy anymore...it's weird. The people I know is probably all the people that I need to have around me. Maybe I don't need to becoming everyone's ass kisser so I can hang out with them. But it just bothers me sometimes, I probably sound like a dick sometimes, and I know I can be one. I probably don't even think of the things that I say, until its a little late. But that's just how I am. Fuck it, smoke break.
over and out.
He's 20 today, and he still looks 5 years older than me. It almost feels as if he would have been the one to get married, since, well, since he looks much elder than myself. He's 20, not very neat, but he really is the greatest brother I have. He also has a good attitude towards life situations, such as dealing with breakups, dealing with financial matter, and he has great talents.
RJ as he likes to be called (which stands for Ronald Javier) is an amazing graffitti artist, no joke, he has some of his work in his site, his room, the house, my aunt's house, and a couple bridges all around different cities. I wish he would teach me, but I will leave that to him, its kind of his own thing, and I don't want to bother him.
Lately the only thing we have in common is Monster Hunter Freedom 2 for the PSP, I'm not going to lie and say that this game blows, but gawd damn it, this is an amazing game; youtube this mother if you want to check it out, RPGs rule!!! and Halo 3 still sucks in my opinion.
I can still remember when my dad would beat me up in Peru because I did something wrong, and in the background I could hear the voices of my brother screaming at my dad and telling him to stop. When my dad would leave the room, he would come in, and we would hug and he used to see if my wounds were bad; not that it matter, because we would sleep in the same bed at the end of the night. It was always weird because the next day we would be back to fighting; but that's just how little brothers and sisters are I suppose.
My brother is a good guy, he has a lot to offer, a great heart, many skills to put in use, and in top of that, he will be done with his Mechanical Engineering career in 5 months at Wyotech. He did it!
This didn't come easy though, my folks have been working their asses off. They still work doing newspaper delivery for more than 6 years now, that is rough, no breaks, days off, holidays or days off in case you get sick; its just 24/7, 365. In top of that, my mother looks for any possible way to gain more money during the day; doing packing for people who are about to move out, if not, cleaning or taking care of children in Palo Alto. My father, well he has enough work to keep himself busy. All this money goes towards my brother's courses that he's taking at Wyotech. I admire them for it.
The new year has begun and it feels as if it is going to be a good year, I have made my resolution and it was to stop drinking soda (and I'm doing very good so far), but I feel as if I'm missing something more meaningful when it comes down to these type of things. I mean I'm taking care of myself by not drinking any (because it causes your bladder to produce kidney stones) but at the same time, I still smoke bud; no biggie, it is kind of hypocritical but I'm not tripping. I need to find something else, maybe, stop daydreaming and actually get started doing what I always wanted to do, like procrastinating when it comes down to learning to play new instruments, besides piano.
It has been a week since grandpa passed away, I don't know what else to say about this other than this really sucks. I want to let it out, but it feels like I just can't. I have my mentality set to "move on" right now, and whatever happens, it happens for the best. Grandpa Eloy was a good man, "always straight, never look back, with your feet planted in the ground, and your eyes open to watch over and in front of you" he said, and that is the best advice someone could have ever given me. Grandma Bertha in the other hand was a sweetheart, known as one of the most charismatic people in the town that I grew up in; hard-working woman, respectful, with a huge sense of humor. That is how I remember her. She used to feed me so well when I would go to her house. Man did she spoiled me. For some reason, the worst things happen to those who have a huge impact in our lives. I am thankful for these.
On the other hand, my mamacita got her laptop today. I saw her on her webcam and it felt like she never left me here. I still feel lonely when I go to bed though, its not the same. I just need to apply at Barefoot Coffee Roasters this week, and hope that I get a job there. This should be easy since Kyle works there and he's the manager as well (hi kyle!!!), but I really do need to turn in a well written essay about what is it that I like coffee so much and why do I want to work there. I almost want to put a word in 2 pieces of paper, in font size 80, in the first one, it shall say Fuck, in the next one, it may say Starbucks. Maybe I grew up to really enjoy doing Latte Art, or becoming familiar with the whole traditional way of making coffee in Italy, with someone who would push me to my limits. This will make time go faster since I will keep myself busy at all times, and at the same time make time go by faster because I really miss her.
I don't know if I overthink things too much, but sometimes it feels as if noone wants to hang out with the married guy anymore...it's weird. The people I know is probably all the people that I need to have around me. Maybe I don't need to becoming everyone's ass kisser so I can hang out with them. But it just bothers me sometimes, I probably sound like a dick sometimes, and I know I can be one. I probably don't even think of the things that I say, until its a little late. But that's just how I am. Fuck it, smoke break.
over and out.