Heyyyyyyy Yaaaaaa!!!
Let us take a journey through time. Say a month and six day from this very day. Probably seven by the time I'm done. SO much to go through yet so much shit to do even at this late hour.
Halloween is a good place to start. This to be an abridged version (hopefully) due to the supposed length this post will incur. I decided to be Neo for this Halloween and it was a smashing good show. Not many peopled dressed for the occassion due to the fact that Ole Hallows Eve was the next day. Pish Posh, such a minor detail could not stop me from spreading Ghoulish cheer to all. Never! So I dressed up as Neo from the Matrix. I couldn't get the cool Chinese style coat he had in number 2 and 3 so I had to settle for the rugged trench coat. Holy hell! As soon as I set foot on the courtyard....The number of people who looked in my direction...in the 99th percentile...I can't describe it. I despise that sort of attention, as I found out that day. If it weren't for the shades I had on I would have madly dashed to the refuge of my first period class. Instead I tried to keep it cool. I owe it to those glasses, I kid you not. It's funny though because I got more shit about Columbine this year than I did two years ago or was it three...no matter, the point is that it happened more recently in comparison to this Halloween. It was fun. I was labeled hot guy for the day but then upgraded to hot guy everyday by this girl whom I now have a playful friendship with. Many compliments were given to me and I accepted them graciously. Ever since the first time I did this shit my friends have dubbed me Neo which I don't mind, you know, whatever. I always have fun when I put on that costume. Some people swore I had done it all four years of high school. Nonono, I don't think I'm that much of a loser. I was going to take a picture of me and post it up but that time has passed and my web cam is no longer with in my power to use. Maybe one day I'll dress up for you all.
Next on the agenda, I had a Kung Fu Tournament. Yea...Craziness. My school did well indeed. We swept the tournament in a large portion of the forms category. I took second to my fellow comrade Sean Veles who had flips in his form... :*-( ONE DAY!!! It was cool though, as long as I didn't lose to somebody from a nother school. Everybody did well that day. Vielka and Laura (Laura in 2 forms categories) got first. So did Tiffany and Jess with their forms. Sean Jr. received 1st place in fighting and our other fighter placed in the top three except maybe one...But nevertheless, mad props to you all and maybe next year I can fight in these tournaments too, heheh.
The next thing I can think of is my grandfather's death, my abuelito...Yea it kind of sucks. I hate all those settings. I can't stand it. Whether it be passing a cemetery, a service for the dead, or a funeral, I feel it. It's a stench of dread, of death that I try to avoid. Not like zombies or anything like that, but as if it were there. Death, or something. The air seems to become denser and it feels as if I am inhaling a gaseous metal weighing down on my lungs. A feeling that also affects my sense of touch. The air weighs down on my skin like a sheet of iron. I don't know if I am explaining it correctly. So yea. I went to Puerto Rico on short notice just for a long weekend. Besides all the ceremonies and stuff, I met all my uncles on my dad's side and most if not all my cousins. One of them has his own band and shit. They made their own studio in the guitarist's house and are getting quite popular. They named themselves Black Guayaba. They sound good from what I've heard. My hopes are that they make it big. You know what's really messed up? Well, in funerals the family has the option to open the casket and see the body before being sent to the cemetery. My dad wanted no part in that because he wanted all his memories of my grandfather to be good one of him alive. He doesn't need to seem him in the casket to know that he is dead. He can accpet that. So after a series of prayers my oldest uncle asked for some private time with the family. I complied whole-heartedly and stepped just outside of the door and sat myself on the arm of a couch right infront of the door. The door closed and I waited for a bit. The family members who stayed did their thing and finished up. The crazy thing is that as one of them came out, they opened the door wide enough for me to see inside. Unfortunately, they had not yet shut the lid of the casket and I got to see what I never asked to see. My eyes held the image of my grandfather in his casket with the lid open. This is a sight that the majority of the family refused to see and now the image is engraved in the back of my head for all eternity. Fucking great. I din't break down or anything but it's something I can live with out, you know? So I came back to Miami and that was that.
Yet another trip to talk about. For Thanksgiving I went to El Paso, Texas. We ate with some of my cousins and uncles and aunts or aunt should I say. We went to see Haunted Mansion and Timeline. Timeline is fun but not an oscar movie and Haunted Mansion served its purpose by entertaining my sorry ass for an hour and a half. I got to talking to this girl over there that might be related to me or maybe not. Shes 15 and cool and we got along very well. Better than I thought because she is quiet and I had to coax her to say something sometimes. However, before saying good by for the last time she gave me a big hug and squeezed my hand real tight. That made me feel all warm inside even with the friggin 30 or 40 degree weather outside. One thing about El Paso that I love is seeing the lights of the entire city by going on the highway or by Vicky's house (the girl). My cousin, who brought me into guitar, brushed me up on some songs and we hung out a bunch too. We are down as hell. At night, I played Texas Hold Em with my dad, uncle, and cousins. The best games were between my uncle and me :). ALL IN ON A 7 2 OFF SUIT!!! (Brush up on the game and you'll know what I mean).
Last but never least. I think we are about up to speed. Life has been nice as of late. Must be the weather. I love this fuckin weather so much. Well...not anymore...it's already getting too cold but never the less it's better than the heat. I got SATs tomorrow so I couldn't go see the Last Samurai. Bleh...I cant put picture up because I gotta find them, lol. But W/e hopefully I won't neglect this source to vent my emotions all the time. Until our next faithful encounter.
Peace
Ricardo
Halloween is a good place to start. This to be an abridged version (hopefully) due to the supposed length this post will incur. I decided to be Neo for this Halloween and it was a smashing good show. Not many peopled dressed for the occassion due to the fact that Ole Hallows Eve was the next day. Pish Posh, such a minor detail could not stop me from spreading Ghoulish cheer to all. Never! So I dressed up as Neo from the Matrix. I couldn't get the cool Chinese style coat he had in number 2 and 3 so I had to settle for the rugged trench coat. Holy hell! As soon as I set foot on the courtyard....The number of people who looked in my direction...in the 99th percentile...I can't describe it. I despise that sort of attention, as I found out that day. If it weren't for the shades I had on I would have madly dashed to the refuge of my first period class. Instead I tried to keep it cool. I owe it to those glasses, I kid you not. It's funny though because I got more shit about Columbine this year than I did two years ago or was it three...no matter, the point is that it happened more recently in comparison to this Halloween. It was fun. I was labeled hot guy for the day but then upgraded to hot guy everyday by this girl whom I now have a playful friendship with. Many compliments were given to me and I accepted them graciously. Ever since the first time I did this shit my friends have dubbed me Neo which I don't mind, you know, whatever. I always have fun when I put on that costume. Some people swore I had done it all four years of high school. Nonono, I don't think I'm that much of a loser. I was going to take a picture of me and post it up but that time has passed and my web cam is no longer with in my power to use. Maybe one day I'll dress up for you all.
Next on the agenda, I had a Kung Fu Tournament. Yea...Craziness. My school did well indeed. We swept the tournament in a large portion of the forms category. I took second to my fellow comrade Sean Veles who had flips in his form... :*-( ONE DAY!!! It was cool though, as long as I didn't lose to somebody from a nother school. Everybody did well that day. Vielka and Laura (Laura in 2 forms categories) got first. So did Tiffany and Jess with their forms. Sean Jr. received 1st place in fighting and our other fighter placed in the top three except maybe one...But nevertheless, mad props to you all and maybe next year I can fight in these tournaments too, heheh.
The next thing I can think of is my grandfather's death, my abuelito...Yea it kind of sucks. I hate all those settings. I can't stand it. Whether it be passing a cemetery, a service for the dead, or a funeral, I feel it. It's a stench of dread, of death that I try to avoid. Not like zombies or anything like that, but as if it were there. Death, or something. The air seems to become denser and it feels as if I am inhaling a gaseous metal weighing down on my lungs. A feeling that also affects my sense of touch. The air weighs down on my skin like a sheet of iron. I don't know if I am explaining it correctly. So yea. I went to Puerto Rico on short notice just for a long weekend. Besides all the ceremonies and stuff, I met all my uncles on my dad's side and most if not all my cousins. One of them has his own band and shit. They made their own studio in the guitarist's house and are getting quite popular. They named themselves Black Guayaba. They sound good from what I've heard. My hopes are that they make it big. You know what's really messed up? Well, in funerals the family has the option to open the casket and see the body before being sent to the cemetery. My dad wanted no part in that because he wanted all his memories of my grandfather to be good one of him alive. He doesn't need to seem him in the casket to know that he is dead. He can accpet that. So after a series of prayers my oldest uncle asked for some private time with the family. I complied whole-heartedly and stepped just outside of the door and sat myself on the arm of a couch right infront of the door. The door closed and I waited for a bit. The family members who stayed did their thing and finished up. The crazy thing is that as one of them came out, they opened the door wide enough for me to see inside. Unfortunately, they had not yet shut the lid of the casket and I got to see what I never asked to see. My eyes held the image of my grandfather in his casket with the lid open. This is a sight that the majority of the family refused to see and now the image is engraved in the back of my head for all eternity. Fucking great. I din't break down or anything but it's something I can live with out, you know? So I came back to Miami and that was that.
Yet another trip to talk about. For Thanksgiving I went to El Paso, Texas. We ate with some of my cousins and uncles and aunts or aunt should I say. We went to see Haunted Mansion and Timeline. Timeline is fun but not an oscar movie and Haunted Mansion served its purpose by entertaining my sorry ass for an hour and a half. I got to talking to this girl over there that might be related to me or maybe not. Shes 15 and cool and we got along very well. Better than I thought because she is quiet and I had to coax her to say something sometimes. However, before saying good by for the last time she gave me a big hug and squeezed my hand real tight. That made me feel all warm inside even with the friggin 30 or 40 degree weather outside. One thing about El Paso that I love is seeing the lights of the entire city by going on the highway or by Vicky's house (the girl). My cousin, who brought me into guitar, brushed me up on some songs and we hung out a bunch too. We are down as hell. At night, I played Texas Hold Em with my dad, uncle, and cousins. The best games were between my uncle and me :). ALL IN ON A 7 2 OFF SUIT!!! (Brush up on the game and you'll know what I mean).
Last but never least. I think we are about up to speed. Life has been nice as of late. Must be the weather. I love this fuckin weather so much. Well...not anymore...it's already getting too cold but never the less it's better than the heat. I got SATs tomorrow so I couldn't go see the Last Samurai. Bleh...I cant put picture up because I gotta find them, lol. But W/e hopefully I won't neglect this source to vent my emotions all the time. Until our next faithful encounter.
Peace
Ricardo