Tuesday, December 14, 2010

As Brothers and Sisters, Christian or Not

Galatians 6:2:

"Carry each other's burdens, and in this way, you'll follow the way of Christ."

This is my Christian verse, my way of life.

God bless, and thank you, Lord Jesus.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Money Makes People Selfish

I remember my fiance telling me when she was at the mall, a woman sat next to her. She had just bought 3 iPads, and she was giving her 16 year-old daughter 80 dollars to spend.

I bet none of them never even give a first thought as to what many others around the world are going through. Some of us (like me and my family) are losing their houses, or at least are in danger of losing their homes. Some are living in cars suffering in the winter cold with barely nothing, and the homeless shelters are filled past capacity, and many more still need help. Many don't even eat every day.

And yet, many others are spending like crazy on iPads and tons of clothes they probably won't wear after a day or week or so, and it'll just end up in their closets like my mom's millions of crap is.

Does any of it even make you happy? Can money bring you hapiness? It doesn't even smell nice (literally). Do all these material posessions fill the whole in your lives? Instead of trying to cover up your sadness with money and material posessions, why not use it to help those who actually need it for food and a home and medical help and everything?

And as for the government, you're pretty much also to blame with your own greed, as well as your corruption. Why not forget those expensive trips and vacations and help out your country or other countries?

Humanity has been disgusting me.


What happened to you? You used to be so full of life and passion, even in your 60's as a Reading professor at college. You used to rant about America and how the country you fought for during the Vietnam era was nothing but corrupt pieces of crap. You just used to let it all out, no matter what.

Now when I see you walking up those stairs and walking through campus, you look dead to me, drained of your passion. Your head and facial hair went from white to black, like your heart. Not that you've become mean, but like your soul was replaced with a different energy. Is it the students you've been getting? Are they ruining your faith in the future of America? Or did you do something to get you to lose your teaching job? What happened? What's your story?

I miss ya, man. Even your political rants.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Friend In Trouble

I need you all to hear this story. It's by long-time friend: Ana Cordoba (as seen in pic). This is her story:

Let the Whole World Know by Ana Cordoba on Monday, November 15, 2010 at 10:22pm.

Hello everybody! I came up with my decision--pushed by my parents honestly. I've come up with a decent outline plan but this will only work with your cooperation. Let me get my situation out in the open:

My parents will be deported on December 17th, 2010. And I might just go with them. This isn't about me. This is about them. They are the people that have supported me since birth, the two that sacrificed their health, social lives and if there were just a few more nudges: their lovingly complicated relationship. For two decades they have stayed and worked here not for their selfish needs but for mine educational necessities. They wanted me to go to college and make use of it. They wanted my life to actually pull through and rise out of the ashes of their failed attempts--I' am their dreams in essence.

Emotions aside, my parents have done everything the law has wanted out of them: paid taxes, lawyer fees taken care of, so on and so on. How are they paying for it? They have locator bracelets on their ankles to make sure they don't run off and hide from authorities. They must wear them until they are out of this country. My parents have done no crime, and before anyone calls foul--THEY. DIDN'T. What did they do? Did they steal money? No. Did they get this money illegally? No. What are they using it for?

To pay for my college education, to sustain my grandparents basic living conditions. Is that selfish? Not when it involves keeping a family alive. A family that have missed their absent puzzle pieces for a couple of decades. My grandmother died--I never once said goodbye to her, promise after promise that I never completed...she died quickly, knowing that she will not see her oldest son, she wouldn't get the chance, she won't. Because my dad wanted to give me the life he could never have. At the sacrifice of my childhood, at the price of his wilting health thanks to Diabetes.

My mother is running the risk of losing her own mother. She's close, I believe. She's holding on, waiting for her final child to come back for one more talk, one more hug, one more everything. Because she wanted me to have the life she almost had. At the sacrifice of her hope and dreams, of her smile. At the price of her pride as a person thanks to these stupid bracelets, these check ins by officials. People that are from different backgrounds, ethnicities.

My parents have sacrificed more than enough. I've stated this already, I have no need to repeat this. So I will gladly cut to the chase and say that I need your help.

I need you guys to follow this CLOSELY. My parents only have 32 days left here and we are running out of time with each passing second.

This will be the biggest favor I will ask of you guys. I need you all to follow me and send letters to senators, congress folk and so on. What good will that do? Alone, nothing. In vast numbers, so much. And don't just stop there. Call them up, remind them that two people here that have earned their right as citizens are hoping for a miracle this Christmas Season. Remind them that my education will be cut short if they leave. They will not get the chance to see me graduate, their hard work starting from 1990 will be for naught and may end up in vain. They came in this country in a legal manner, I remind you all. They earned their keep in a legal manner. They have bought, sold, done their taxes in a legal manner. The U.S knows that we exist, we let them know as soon as I was born that we intend to make a living here much like many immigrants did back in the late 1800's to early 1900's.

My life along with theirs will be completely shattered without your help. I ask for no money, no financial support. Instead donate time. That is it. A few minutes reading this and spreading it across the network. Refer them to media sources, make a video. Tell the whole world of this. Help me let the world know what this immigration system has done to me and my family. Remind the country and world that many of us, SO many of us are suffering under these current situations. I' am not alone in my struggle. As we speak, a large amount of kids in my current situation are being ridiculed and considered just as illegal as their parents supposedly are. They are being separated from their homes, families and loved ones because no one can support them.

Broken hearts are being created, tears are being shed and they can't do a thing about them. But I can. WE can. WE can tell the whole world that this BULLSHIT must be laid down ONCE AND FOR ALL. I do not just want to speak for my parents, but I would like us all to come together and speak of the tragedy occurring in our country: Parents and relatives that worked countless hours with little to no sleep are being torn away from their children--children that are just like us, that were just like us. Kids that have dreams of being the next big shot doctor, politician, writer, actor/actress. They have dreams like the rest of us, like the person next to you. I know that I will not be the only child to cry over their lost nurturers and loved ones. I will certainly not be the last. But in any way, I want to make sure that we get to the last child faster.

Let the whole world know. Announce it, spread it, tell them, scream it, state it. Let. Them. Know. Help me help them. Help me keep my one true family together. Because even though a lot of us may hate our parents and wish they would just leave us the hell alone, we're grateful for them. And I love my mom and dad. I need them. They need me. It's like that.

Thank you.

I don't know who can read this and not feel compassion for this young woman and her parents. C'mon. There's no crime in wanting a better life for your kids.

So, if you can, spread the word, let the government know they need to grow some hearts and give this family a chance. Plz don't let my friend have to leave America. Neither her or her parents.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

My Gift To The World

Listen to the song, and you'll see what my gift to the world is:

Lay Your World On Me by Ozzy Osbourne:

Lyrics (credited to Ozzy Osbourne):

I know you think you're all alone
I haven't been there when you've needed me
I didn't deserve the love you gave
But now I'm telling you I'm here if you need a friend

Give me your pain
Give me your anger
Let me be your rock
I can be the pillar of strength that you need
I'll help you keep it all together
It's better late than never
Lay your world on me
I can take the weight

Don't let it twist you up inside
Time never fails to make the heartache stop
You've got to let those feelings go
I'll give you everything I can if you say the word

Give me your pain
Give me your anger
Let me be your rock
I can be the pillar of strength that you need
I'll help you keep it all together
It's better late than never
Lay your world on me
I can take the weight

We all laugh and we all cry
We all hurt the same inside
We all fall down and we lose faith in who we really are
But if we bend instead of break
The choice for us is to make it together
Lay your world on me

I'll help you keep it all together
It's better late than never
Lay your world on me
Lay your world on me
Lay your world on me
I can take the weight

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Beach Isn't Yours, Greenwich Village Bitch.

I'm talking about you, Greenwich Village, New York. I was in Speech class today, and we saw this video about a beach in said town that only allows Greenwich residents in the beaches only. And for proof of that, you needed to have a residency permit. Otherwise, "get the hell out of our beach. We pay the taxes, blah blah blah."

Anyways, the clip had this amazing woman who, just like me, decided to defy the rules and law. So she gets a bunch of out of city people on a bus and heads there. They first try to get in through the main entrance, letting the people at the ticket stand know that they want in at the beach for some fun time. As soon as they let them know they didn't have residency passes, "fuck off, go away." So they tried plan B:

Head in there by water. So they got on boats, and they almost made it till the Coast Guard and Greenwich Village was on their tails. They tried out-boating them, but to no prevail. So what did these daring rebels of society do?

They abandoned ship. But not to quit. To swim to the beach shores!

But as soon as they got there, they were greated by residents just standing there with a look that says "What do you outsiders think you're doing here on "our" beach?" They were pissed off, dude, and basically telling them that unless they actually owned property in Greenwich, they had to get the hell of "their" beach. Even the cops were there ready to arrest these daredevils. But even the daredevils let them know "with this kind of friendly welcome, I'd love to live here." I could tell the villagers knew what that meant. They had no choice but to leave.

Here's what I would've said and done:

"You rich bastards don't own this beach. No one owns land. If you guys are as Christian as you claim to be, you'd realize that God intended all lands and waters to belong to all of us, everyone on earth, even the most lowly beggar." I would've dared those cops to even touch me. I'd just walk in there with a boombox blasting Slayer music and screaming like a deathmetal head "Partay at the beach, suckas!"

I wouldn't be surprised if they were also a bunch of racist hicks who are hypocrical to our Christian God. I'll bet you all my money (not really) that it's true.

Luckly, the Supreme Court is trying to get rid of their stupid law. And when they do, I'm gonna head over there and party my ass off. I'll clean up after myself, of course. But no one tells me what beach I can and can't go to. We all own the beach, not you rich tight-asses.

If any of you are from Greenwich and have a problem with me, feel free to email me. Feel free to find me, too. I'll take you down and spit on your face and tear it apart with my eagle talons. Go ahead and even touch me. Get ready because I'm heading to your beach, baby! I DARE YOU TO FUCKIN TOUCH ME!!!!!

Why do I feel so passionately about this? Because when it comes to most rules, especially dumb rules like this as well as anti-immigration, I'm naturally bound to reverse psychology and rebellion. That's why.

So you can try to stop me, but you'll end up with talon marks on your face.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Don't Sugarcoat Your Language

I'm a blunt guy, which means I prefer to hear things the way they are. Don't use pretty words to tell me things just to lessen the blow. That still won't change the fact that it's what it truly is. Sugarcoating it just makes it worse for me, and I see is a waste of time.

So why do we gotta soften certain swear words? Including those in Spanish and English. We all know what it is, including the kids. We don't need to change it to something else. Just call it what it is! We're not in the puritan salem witch trials era anymore! And if we were, I'd stick their rules up their asses.

Tell it how it is. That's what the first amendment is for! So you can say whatever you want however you want to.

Don't Be A CR

Sorry I haven't written in a while. Lots of stuff has been going on in my personal life. But I'm back in my tree to share what's been in my mind and my sights.

Anyways, there's this dude who's been in 2 of my classes since Spring, 2010. He was in one that last semester, and he's in my Speech class this semester. I won't mention his name, so I'll call him CR.

He's late. Every single fuckin time to class. At least half an hour late, at the most. Once, he was almost an hour late. Other times, I see him at the learning center when he was supposed to come to class.

He did mention to the teacher one time that the reason he's always late is because of his bro. If he didn't have a car and lived too far, maybe I'd understand. But since I don't know all his situation, I'll talk smack about him anyways. It gets annoying seeing him always be late. Every day.

My advice to all of you is: don't be a CR if you're perfectly capable of showing up on time. Seriously, it's annoying.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Women's Clothing

Man, I worked in the women's building of Macy's for the first time today. It was the most hectic, totally different world I've ever been in. Sure, it's surrounded by women, but a lot of times, the stress isn't worth it. Plus, there's only one woman I'd rather be surrounded by, and she's all the woman I need for life.

When I was there, it's like they put the last existing male and put him in the women's world to fend for himself, but he did have help, of course.

The good thing, of course, was the amount of sales I made today. I made over 20% of my sales goal. That's the benifit of working in women's, because they love their shopping. That's the Magic of Macy's.

I wanna sleep forever, or just run away with her. Get away from it all.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Rougher, But Similar

I've been really getting into this song lately. Even though I can tell he's had a way tougher life than I had, I really identify with this song in so many ways.

Almost Over by Limp Bizkit


"Learned how to rap as a little boy
Took alot of crap as a little boy
Always had to fight back as a little boy
Always under attack as a little boy
Never got good grades as a little boy
I was locked in a cage as a little boy
Still i never was afraid as a little boy
I was feeling my rage as a little boy
It's time to blow their minds

Learned how to lose as an older man
Sang alot of blues as an older man
But i saw it all through as an older man
Put together my crew as an older man
Felt alot of pain as an older man
I established my name as an older man
People piss on my game as an older man
Ain't nothin' gonna change as an older man
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
I'm on my grind now baby
Ya'll know it's my time now, baby
Come on!

Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?
Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?

Got treated like a clown as a little boy
Kept my feet on the ground as a little boy
When you're living in a dream as a little boy
Ain't nothing like it seems as a little boy
I was hatin' on the world as a little boy
I was lovin' all the girls as a little boy
I was into punk rock as a little boy
I was breakin' non-stop as a little boy
It's time to blow their minds

Got treated like a chump as an older man
Mixin' rock with the funk as an older man
Learned what a girl was as an older man
Now i know how to love as an older man
But i'm still a big kid as an older man
And i'de much rather give as an older man
Still i'm singin' in the rain as an older man
Ain't nothin' gonna change as an older man
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
I'm on my grind now baby
Ya'll know it's my time now, baby
Come on!

Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?
Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?

My life is one big dream
I'm lost in what it means
Don't wake me up 'cause it's almost over
These voices in my mind
Keep telling me it's time
To wake me up 'cause it's almost over

It's time to blow their minds now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
I'm on my grind now baby
Ya'll know it's my time now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
I'm on my grind now baby
Ya'll know it's my time now, baby
Come on!

Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?

My life is one big dream
I'm lost in what it means
Don't wake me up 'cause it's almost over
These voices in my mind
Keep telling me it's time
To wake me up 'cause it's almost over

Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
Who that is? what it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?"

For those of you who know me and think I don't seem like I relate to him, take a closer took at everything I've told you in life. I guess the rest you can't see, I can see, myself.

Long live Rock and Funk.

*credit of lyrics to Limp Bizkit*

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Goodbye, Violet. Forgive My Mom

Song to go with this:

The Memory Remains by Metallica.

Mom forced me to give her up. Please forgive me, my little pup. I didn't wanna let you go. It's my mom's fault for being a pansy.

I hope you were at least put back with your bro and sis. But also, I dont really wanna know if you did or not, because if you didn't, that'd hurt me even more. I feel guilty about all this. You're wondering why we gave you up, what's gonna happen to you. I'm asking myself those same questions.

Plz be okay. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to give you up, my very first dog. This memory will remain for a long time.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Song of the Day

Damage Case by Motorhead, later covered by Metallica.

(Original Motorhead version)

(Metallica cover version)

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


Guess what, fellow bloggers and fellow viewers?

Today, 9/29/10, is my 20th birthday! That's right, I have now lived 2 decades today!

It feels pretty cool saying that I've lived 2 decades. But I bet certain people would just say "Say you're 20 years old like a normal person, dammit." But I don't care.

I'm 2 decades old! Big 20, man!

And I got no regrets of anything, up to this day. It's made me the 20 year-old man and eagle I am today.

Sunday, September 26, 2010


This is the newest member of the family's eagle nest and my very first dog:



Female Chihuaha Mix
4 months old
Black And White
Very Nervous on her fisrt day (so am I)

I felt pretty bad seperating her from her brother and sister, though. But the shelter wouldn't let us adopt even 2 puppies, at once. :(

Wish me luck in raising her! And if any of you have tips as to what we can do as first timers, commment on my blog or email me, and that'd be great. Thank you!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Hard Day's Work

Man, oh, man.

I have learned what it is to be a part of the working class. Macy's has sure taught me a valuable lesson.

A job may not be fun, but it makes you more of a man each and every time you work. And sore feet just means you did a good job. And worked hard.

Customers, registers, merchandise, co-workers, bosses, and impressing them. All of this, I handled today.

I feel good about myself knowing that I did good.

Now please help me feet.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Song For Thought

Far Away by Nickelback.


Monday, September 13, 2010

Book and Music Whore, I Am.

It's coming back to me. I think it happened at Kepler's Books and Magazines in Menlo Park or at Raspudin's in Mountain View. I don't know, and I don't really care that much. It's still all coming back to me.

I knew music was my passion. It ranged from classic Rock to Thrash and Black Metal. Now it's books. I already had passion for books, as well, but it was minimized for a while when music came in the picture, particularly when I got my first iPod touch. I think now I know the book addiction came back at Raspudin's when I saw all those used books and Cd's for cheap prices.

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
Aztec Autumn and Aztec Fire by Gary Jennings
Mustaine by Dave Mustaine
Time Machine and other stories by H.G Wells.

I still seek:

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
My Friend Leonard by James Frey

That's usually my main reason to browse for books. But I'll still take whatever catches my attention.

I almost kept going, and I would if I had more cash. And when I do, I'll also be buying more music for my iPod touch. Maybe a few new apps for my collection.

It's more enticing than sex, sometimes, something that I've yet to experience for at least another year. I remember that day at Raspudin's, looking at everything in awe, feeling like I'm in a place better than a Playboy mansion.

I'm a whore for all this stuff. Although I am picky as to what I collect, it still makes me see myself as a whore for books and music. Although I think I'm cheating on both. But so what? If they're cheap/free, or I have the money, and if it's been on my list for collecting and interest, I'll take it.

Don't tell me to change my ways. Don't tell me about money saving. I at least have control of myself. Instead, how about you help me out by showing me more bookstores with used stuff and maybe give to me or sell me your old shit? Books and music Cd's, please!

Sunday, September 12, 2010



1.a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, esp. a person whose actions belie stated beliefs.
2.a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, esp. one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements.

That's one of the things in this whole world that pisses me off. You do what you're supposed to be against, what you're supposed to stand against. And what pisses me off is what kinds of things people are hypocrites for.

I'll start with a small thing. A friend of mine who's name I shall keep anonymous. She dated this guy for a while, and they had sex, of course. But her parents are against doing that kind of thing, at least doing it before marriage, that is. Then guess what happens after they break up and she looks into other dudes? The ex-boyfriend bastard calls her parents and sends letters telling her parents lies about what she's doing, and that she's bringing them for visits in her apartment doing the very same things he and her used to do. He's only doing that to ruin any chances of getting with another guy other than him. That's being a hypocrite right there.

Let's not forget one of the biggest hypocrites of all: America. We're supposed to be this Christian, peaceful nation, right? Hell, no! Look at all the atrocities that this nation committed across the centuries. It pretty much started in England, where they came from. Enslaving other human beings, raping your slaves, cheating and pirating, and taking over other nations and forcing them against their will to become Christian. That's nothing of what God asked us to do to others. They pretty much bend the bible and twist it in their own lie.

Here's what else is going on: recently, gays and lesbians are no longer allowed to serve in the military. No Don't Ask Don't Tell, either. That's supposedly because we're based on a Christian start-up, right? What about the fact that we war in other countries and kill other people? We even have killed our own Christian brothers in the Civil War, and both World Wars.

I'd also like to include abortions, torture of U.S enemy prisoners, and embezzlement of our nation's money from certain presidents. And all the lies they've told us, as well.

FUCKIN HYPOCRACY!!! Either practice what you preach, or shut the hell up.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Metamorphis Direction

What society do I connect the term, metamorphosis with?

High school society.

All 4 years of high school were all like a book I read, a movie I watched. I felt both love and hatred for all of those around me.

My hatred for those I barely considered my own kind started at age 15 in English class, sophmore year. It made me lose hope in the future. It made me ask myself "These are the morons who are gonna run this world?"

That was when I pretty much lost hope.

When I graduated high school, I was surprised to see those who I once resented and doubted made it with me. There were also those my age who I knew were gonna do something with their lives. We all may be the same species, but many of our mentalities are different, more mature, more observant, anti-conformist. Most of these people were either close friends or those I talked to.

I remember reaching college at age 17. These were my people. Sure, they all smoked and still drank before age 21, but they still had a dream to chase, a life to head for; A good life, too.

My faith in humanity came back.

Then 2 years later, a wise woman once told me something that made totally sense to me:

It's mainly elementary and college students who are the most eager to learn, the ones with dreams. They're the ones we can truly count on. But in around middle and high school, something happens to all that. They lose direction. Something in that cocoon of theirs is screwing up their brains. It's all thanks to bad influences.

So once you're in metamorphosis, it's up to you to choose your own direction. If you choose the right path, you'll fly with the butterflies. If not, you'll fly, but you'll also face hell every single day of your life. It might also be your choice to die, but it ain't a good choice.

Keep in mind I don't stereotype every teenager out there. This is just from what I've seen perched on my tree. My eagle eyes see it all.

Either way, please make the right choices. Make the world a better place by not being like the screw-ups. Do this not for just the world even though you'd be making a difference. Don't do it just because I'm telling you to.

Do it for your benefit and well-being. You're doing yourself the favor, most of all.


Where am I going? What am I doing? Will I make it? How determined am I?

Only I and God Himself know those answers. But above all, I make the choices. But I need Him to guide me, as well.

Swim To The Moon.

From The Ashes Rises A Phoenix

Dave Mustaine, Slash, Ozzy Osbourne, J.K Rowling. These are several people I can describe with what I like to call "Phoenix."

A lot of people think that the way these people are, they must've been rich or something, right? Not really. Actually, many of these kinds of people have started with literally nothing. Well, maybe some with parents, but disfuctional ones, at the most. Some have been homeless begging for money on the streets of England.

But they all had a dream, an idea, feelings they wanted to express to the world. And that's just what they did. And guess what? J.K Rowling has so much money, she doesn't know where to keep it all!

You don't need money to become rich, or to start out in the path of success. It doesn't matter what your background is our what your previous decisions of your own or others have made. All you need is determination and dreams. And never stop till they become reality. If these kind of people can make it starting with nothing, you can, too. Just believe.

Friday, September 3, 2010

25 Cent Karma

I had a pretty interesting episode today as I went out for another day of job hunting.

I was waiting for a bus to head out after delivering a love card to my lady. As I was waiting around, this shirtless dude came by, and he asked me for a quarter. I gladly gave it to him, of course. He kinda did look at it all in awe, for some reason. Oh, well.

Then when I got on my second bus a few minutes later, guess what I find on the floor? A quarter!

It seems like karma may be real, after all. And the universe payed me back the quarter it owed me. Funny day, huh?

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Japanese Philosophy

A good friend of mine lent me this book called The Book Of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi. I immediately got into the book on the spot as I started reading it, even though I mainly read fiction.

Miyamoto Musashi (who is shown in the pic) was literally the most well-known and most powerful samurai in Japanese history. His book mainly consists of words of strategy, leadership, and warrior and life philosophy. It sits right up with Sun Tzu's The Art of War.

I found some pieces of advice and philosophies that I'd like to share with all of you. Not only does it apply to martial arts and warrior swordsmanship, but it can also apply to life, in general, even though these are values from several centuries ago.

The Way Of Walking Alone (or The Way of Self-Reliance)

  • Do not turn your back on the various Ways of this World.
  • Do not scheme for physical pleasure.
  • Do not intend to rely on anything.
  • Consider yourself lightly; consider the world deeply.
  • Do not think on acquisitive terms.
  • Do not regret things about your own personal life.
  • Do not envy another's good or evil.
  • Do not lament parting on any road whatsoever.
  • Do not complain or feel bitterly about yourself or others.
  • Have no heart for approaching the path of love.
  • Do not have preferences.
  • Do not harbor hopes for your own personal home.
  • Do not have a liking for delicious food for yourself.
  • Do not carry antiques handed down from generation to generation.
  • Do not fast so that it affects you physically.
  • While it's different with military equipment, do not be fond of material things.
  • While on the Way, do not begrudge death.
  • Do not be intent on possessing valuables or a fief in old age.
  • Respect the gods and Buddhas, but do not depend on them.
  • Though you give up your life, do not give up your honor.
  • Never depart from the Way of Martial Arts.
  • Think without any dishonesty.
  • Forge yourself in the Way.
  • Touch upon all the arts.
  • Know the Ways of all occupations.
  • Know the advantages and disadvantages of everything.
  • Develop a discerning eye in all manners.
  • Understand what cannot be seen by the eye.
  • Pay attention to even small things.
  • Do not involve yourself with the impractical.

Seems like a lot of rules, doesn't it? And it seems like you have to give up a lot of what basically makes us human, right?

Not true. He gave us these rules for a reason. And what do each of these mean, and how can you apply them to your life?

Nope, I won't tell you. I kinda see this as a self-journey, like the title of the list says. So just like I'm doing so, you must know this for yourself, too. I wish you the best on this self-journey. :)

Book source:

Musashi, Miyamoto, and William Scott Wilson. The Book Of Five Rings. Bunkyo-ku: Kodansha International, 2002. Print.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Ironic Faith In A Depressing Country

I have been job-hunting like rabbits making babies for this past month. Nasty way to compare this, I know, but it's true.

I have first applied pretty much all over town, anywhere I can commute to by bus after school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I hit a seperate part of town or shopping center each and everyday. Even with the busy schedule I just got from school, I'm still looking for work. Like today.

It was over 90 degrees Farenheit today. Luckly, I was smart and didn't wear jeans and jacket like yesterday. I went with shorts and t-shirt and sandals. Had my backpack for a homework assignment I had to do observing people's non-verbal communication, as well as psychology homework and a novel to pass the time. I only had a small bag of doritos and a room-temperature bottle of water. No money to buy a soda or anything. I took the bus from home all the way to the mall. By around 8:30 am, it was already pretty toasty. I was able to get inside the mall, though, where I would be applying to work after doing my observation assignment at a nearby Starbucks, first. (Good thing no one noticed I was observing their actions. lol).

The mall is creepy as hell when it's over 99% empty. It got people in by around 10:30ish. I started applying for work at around 11 am when all the stores were open. All of them.

Many turned me down. Many gave me applications. Some are hiring. The rest told me to apply online. When they told me only that they're taking applications and they don't tell me anything else, I can already tell that they're not hiring, at the moment. I wish they'd just tell me that instead of doing that to me. Their tone of voice and facial expression gives it away, too. Either way, it hurts.

I pretty much went through all of the mall. Both floors from left to right sides.

I was dead tired by the time I made it back home. It wasn't easy getting back, though, since I missed the bus. I took another bus, and had to do a bit of extra walking, but I made it home. When I got back, all I wanted to do was eat lunch, and sleep for a long time, which I did. But then I had to wake up to do chores around the house, which I didn't mind doing as long as they were done quickly so I could relax.

I may be going through hell in this depressing country right now, but I don't care how bad it is. There's plenty of places right now to look into, and I'm gonna keep going until I get something.

I'll just keep turning the page in this book of life. And if nothing in this book, then I'll keep going into more books.

Ironic that I won't quit no matter how bad this gets, huh?

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Pointless Destruction

I owe this blog entry to Metallica and their song, One.

Song link:

As you can tell, I had just listened to this song today. It's based on a novel called Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. In both the novel and the song, a man named Johnny goes into war, only to be almost killed. He survives, but completely injured to the point where he loses his legs, arms, and face. He literally can't do anytyhing on his own, not even speak or breathe. He eventually builds a bond with a nurse whom he asks her to kill him for her to end the misery. In the story, he also wants to be displayed around the world so people can see the horrors of the wars.

Why the hell do we fight amongst each other? Why can't we all get along and share? Why can't we accept we have our differences? Why can't we all not do stupid stuff within out own countries to the point where it ends up bringing in other countries to stop them and it all ends up in war?

Do any soldiers even know what they're fighting for? Why can't the government go on the front line themselves if they wanna war so bad? So what if you're old? If you want war, do it yourself instead of wasting the many young men and women who don't deserve to die.

Look what we also cause here: war within ourselves because of what each of us different individuals feel about war. Guess what that causes? More war!

Because of the politics and opinions in war, we lose money for this country that we could use for other ways to help ourselves or even the world. We'd be able to protect our own people, our own children who are under attack of disease, violence, and sexual abuse. The real war is within our own countries. But either way, we also need to solve the wars in our own ground. We just need to end our violence now! End the racism, end all the evil and violence in this war. Live in peace, harmony, and Utopian society. Or we'll all become...


Sunday, August 1, 2010

A Glint Of Steel And A Beacon Of Light

I've been depended on for some time, even since I joined the cyber world. So many have trusted me with secrets that would've normally gone to the grave, and it brings so much honor to my heart and makes me blush at the same time. lol.

But there are times when it can get too tiring. Like many have told me, I can't take on the job on being a therapist, not without a college degree, at least.

That doesn't mean I can't take on the job of being a supportive friend.

I don't care how tiring it gets. I strongly believe God put me on earth for this very purpose, and by God, I'm gonna fulfill my destiny. I love doing it, after all, helping those that trust me and no one else.

To this day, I don't know what it is that draws people to me like fireflies. It's my inviting charismatic aura, that much I know, for sure. But I can't even sense it, myself. Sometimes, I don't even feel like I do enough considering I lived a pretty sheltered life. But that doesn't matter to them, especially since my common sense can be just as powerful, too.

So I'm gonna keep going at it for life. Keep doing my rewarding job. Even if it doesn't come with pay and benefits. Friendship and love, that's my reward.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010


I just returned from 15 days in Mexico.

It was wonderful despite facing bug bites, heat, and crazy rain storms where you get really soaked, it was wonderful.

I got to chill with my cousins, playing with their puppies, learning to play bass guitar. I learned how to play La Bamba by Los Lobos (The Wolves).

Despite the fun I had, I realize that I really belong here in America. But I can't deny my roots, which I love.

Like I told my 90 year-old great-grandma, I belong to 2 lands. Who knows? I'll come back to Mexico on my own to see my cousins again, particularly my cousin, Liss. A year older who I relate more to. Her brothers are awesome, too. The oldest brother who is 2 years younger than Liss was the one who taught me bass guitar.

For now, I'll chill here in California till I decide to travel with my lady.

No place like home, dude.

Monday, June 7, 2010

The Clover Lost Its Leaves

I was gonna give this entry a different title, but the song I'm listening to changed my mind. I give thanks to Metallica and their song, No Leaf Clover. It kinda fits with what I wanna talk about.

I've been hearing some sad stuff this week: my big sis just lost a friend. Well, acquaintance, really, but she still knew this person. She committed suicide. And a friend of her's is about to lose her dad to disease and alcoholism abuse from the past years. So much death to handle.

Then when I thought I was gonna have a relaxing summer where I'd eventually have the honor to work so I can save up to live with my hunniboo, I find out from the bookstore that I supposedely didn't return a book rental, so I owe them money I don't have. And my parents giving me hell for it doesn't exactly help the situation.

And I got a Jehovah's Witness assembly my parents are making me go to with them this weekend. Oh, joy. :(

"Then it comes to be that the soothing light and the end of your tunnel is just a freight train coming your way." (credit goes to Metallica).

But what I wanna tell you all is to move out of the way of that freight train. And keep going till you really do see the light. And once your clover reaches that sun, it'll get back it's leaves. All 4 of them.

The brightside of this is that I'm getting an amazing sharktooth delivered to me from New Jersey in a few days. Wish it was here, though. I also get to go to Mexico in a few days with the family. And best of all, I'm still with the woman I've been in love with for the longest time. And guess what? Today marks two and a half months of being together. :)

P.S: this blogger really needs emoticons.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Back From The Sea

I know my name is Marin, which means water. I know that I love sharks, or at least respect them. But maybe that goes a bit too far, sometimes.

I kinda feel lately like I betrayed the sky. Here's why:

I wear 2 necklaces:

A gold eagle necklace
Sharktooth necklace, one that holds the 2 sharkteeth I promised to my future 2 children, Rowin and Maddox. And I swore on my life they wouldn't leave my neck until they go to my children's necks.

Most importantly, I wear both necklaces as symbols of my 2 favorite creatures, the kings of the sky and sea.

For a few days, my obession with sharkteeth from when I was 12 came back. I used to be addicted to these things, and I still am. I started collecting facts on them, desiring specific teeth like the Great White Shark's teeth, which I know have 6 years later. Had it for the past year or so.

There's one necklace I've worn since I was 12: the eagle. That's one I always kept on. I don't remember exactly what got me in love with these graceful birds, but I know that I wanna be exactly like one, have the ability to morph into an eagle when I need to. I used to imagine that the eagle necklace gave me the power to turn into an eagle.

Anyway, back to the story. I recently aquired 2 fossil shark teeth. One of which will stay with me forever after the 2 other teeth go to my children. But after I put all 3 teeth on, I started taking off the eagle necklace for a few days, thinking that it would be more comfy to carry around the 3 teeth around me. It felt comfy, actually.

But after a few days, I started feeling nostalgic for that necklace. It's my ultimate symbol and dedication to the king of the sky. I couldn't leave behind what I loved the most. So last night, I put it back on. Sure, it made lots of noise clanging with my sharkteeth, but it was good having both symbols back on me.

I love sharks, but my loyalty goes to the eagle who rules the skies. And either way, I'm keeping my promise that these 2 teeth stay on me till our children will receive my gift. And I'm gonna make sure that the eagle never leaves my neck again.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Don't Be A Hooker With A Penis

If you're a Tool fan, you'll see clearly what I'm about to talk about here, or at least what the theme will be.

For those who aren't Tool fans, check out the song, Hooker With A Penis. Hopefully interpretation will be easy. If not, my blog entry for today can help with that.

Check it.

If you wanna give someone advice, go ahead and do that. But in a respectful manner, of course.

I understand you wanna look out for them. That's cool.

Here's the thing, though:

If you don't practice what you preach, then what the heck are you telling me this for? Who are you to be like that? Why are you a hooker with a penis?

You're doing what you preach against! You're no different than the pardoner in The Canterbury Tales!

Some of us are actually getting our stuff together. So don't be telling me not to do the very thing you call me out on when, in some cases, I don't even do that kind of stuff.

Look at you! You don't even have a job, and you can't keep the ones you get, which lots of people wish they could have. Don't tell me about relationships. Look who's still in lack of one.

I know what I'm doing right and wrong, I know what mistakes to avoid the most. So back off, hooker with a penis!

Friday, May 28, 2010

Start Out Small

This goes for a lot of things: a man seducing an innocent girl, politicians ruling over the world. That's all I can think of, but there's a lot more to it. Basically, taking baby steps.

A guy can show whether he's having problems or actually loves you. But when he's after only ONE thing, that's when you have to watch out. He'll start out small: praises and small physical actions. He'll feed on your reactions till he knows what to do next. Like a lion moving in on it's prey. He'll keep you off your feet and guessing, not knowing what he really will do. He can be pretty good at hiding the inside, the real predator.

Ladies, be really careful here. I know a man's heart, so I know what I'm talking about. Not that I'm this kind of man, but I knoww what they're like, or at least the types I'm talking about here.

Not saying every man is like this, but every man without an actual heart or one that has a fool's heart is like this.


Ahh, Obama. You even had me fooled. Like the man who tries to posess a woman. Only difference is that you haven't gotten to me yet. Same with you damn politicians.

You start out with hunting rifles. Then handguns. And eventually, all guns will be banned for Americans. Next is freedom of speech. You've already started with clothing. Then censorship because it is offending to certain viewers. Let's not forget the Silly Bandz bracelets incident they're dealing with these days. According to the schools,they are distractions. Then you'll be able to go after whatever you want in the media or anyone's form of expression.

What happened to the First Amendment? Bullcrap on you frickin lying hypocrites, disgraces to America.

You're seducing is all, eating us. Making us believe your lies.

Tom, thanks for opening my eyes on this. Although I'm not really an American patriot, you gave me more reasons to move to Europe with my future wife.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Someone Smack Me On The Head, Please

I just did the dumbest thing today at school. Well, 2 dumbest things. Anyways, here's the story:

I can finally sell back my King Lear and my math textbook today, and hoping to get some cash to get an iTunes gift card. Then as I head on to sell, the lady tells me that they're overstocked and can't take anymore of the math book for this semester, which basically means I should've sold back my math book on the first day since I wasn't even gonna study for my math final anyways. And I only get 3 frickin dollars for a 17 dollar Shakespeare book. And out of frustration, I dump my mathbook in the book-recycling bin. Then it hits me right away: I could've hung on to it till next semester for some money! They would still be using that book next semester! And since I know I'm gonna flunk Algebra 2, I could've hung on to it and saved some frickin money. Well, I can always rent next time, right? Anyway, it doesn't matter since I'm skipping math next semester so I can work.

Here's what I don't get, though: how can they sell and rent, but not take back as much? Is it budget cuts or what?

Either way, I'm super peeved, and I got no idea what to tell my mom. Hopefully, she thinks I've sold back all my stuff now.

I still want someone to smack me in the head, please.

I need my Mikaboo right now. <3

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


I dedicate this to Spanish Fly by Van Halen. And to the acoustic guitar, as well. Spanish style, that is. And I mean Spain.

I'll fly all the way to Spain. I'll do it; I can prove it, too. I don't care if it's all the way across the ocean. I'll take breaks on ships.

I need to see my roots. Check out the literature. It gave me Don Quixote, after all. But one thing lures me to Spain the most:

Guitar. Flamenco.

Listening to Spanish Fly by Van Halen brought back my desire. Although he plays American rock and roll, he can still give me the huge need of Spain. And for much of my life, I've wanted to master the guitar, especially Spanish style.

Let me live it up, Spain.

Viva la raza.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Shone Light Into Human's Heart

This I dedicate to my somehow mysterious gift of helping others and the last lines of the song, Toxicity by System Of A Down (S.O.A.D).

"When I Became The Sun, I Shone Light Into The Man's Heart."

Here's the thing: when did I become the sun? How do I bring light into the man's heart? I haven't even had any large experiences. All I've done is observe; but then again, being observant can make you learn plenty and have tons of common sense.

I'm an eagle. But many see me as a beacon of help. Many come to my tree and ask for my help. They've told me stories that they'e never told anyone, not even spoken to themselves. Rape, family hell, runaways, drugs, murderers, sexual abuse, shelters, relationships, horrid pasts that you can imagine and that you thought you could never imagine someone going to.

They tell me that even though I'm just a guy on the internet, they feel comfortable enough to share their huge secrets with me and ask for help. They tell me stuff that even therapists couldn't be trusted with, at least that's what they say. They believe I'm better than anyone with a college degree. They tell me I always know what to say, even though lots of times, I feel like I'm not helping at all despite the fact that the advice seems to naturally pop out of my mouth.

I love helping people all the time. It's my passion. It's my service to humanity and those I care about, including friends and the love of my life.

But even to this day, I still don't know what makes strangers trust me in me completely. But they all do tell me this: I have a gift of helping human beings. I must keep using it.

What I say is: I won't question it, so I'll keep doing it. But that doesn't mean I won't keep wondering once in a while.

"When I became the sun, I shone light into the man's heart."

Does One Truly Die?

This is something kinda came up with a few days ago. It finally came back to me just now. Now I can share with you guys my insights on this.

As a Christian, I believe what every Christian believes about what happens when you die: if you're good, heaven. If you're bad, hell. And after seeing a few questions on Yahoo! Answers about the afterlife, that's when I came up with this:

Does One Truly Die?

Here's what I said: no, they do not. Why do you say so? is what most would ask me.

Think about it: once your soul is created, it's there forever. And because of how God made our souls and what happens to them after death, they still go somewhere, thus showing that they're technically still alive.

So what if they're gone from our world when something happens to them? It's only the physical vessel that dies, not the person itself. The soul just goes somewhere else depending on how you lived your life.

This is just what I think. I don't know what other Christians would say about this, but I'm gonna stick with this.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Man Has Hatred Of Himself

War Ensemble by Slayer
Human Strain by Slayer
My Own Worst Enemy by Lit.
War Pigs by Black Sabbath
Right In Two by Tool

These are a few songs I can think of when it comes to describing what basically tells me that man hates himself. We see it in war, books, music, and crime that we see and hear about on tv and the newspapers. What happened to man? Why does he have to fight one another? What is it that's so worth getting that you have to kill your own brothers and sisters to obtain?

Don't they realize that they have made themselves their own worst enemy? Don't they know that Satan has turned them all against each other? Don't they have any idea? Of course not. They're too busy fighting and hating amongst one another. It's really sad.

This is one of the reasons why I live in the trees and the sky. But either way, it hurts to have to watch it all the way up here.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Avian Respects Monster Fish: The Shark

I'm an Eagle. Been that way my whole life. Nothing but the sky. However, I have respect for the sea. I love it, going in it. I'm part fish when I'm in the water. I'm all eagle, but I still enjoy the waters. It's complicated to explain even to myself, I guess.

I'm the king of the sky. But I admire the king of the 7 seas: the shark. Just like I dominate the sky and hunt from there, the shark does the same with the ocean. It's just as vast, the ocean. Just as beautiful and filled with food and life. The only sad thing is that the shark is vulnerable to human attackers while I'm safe in the sky and high mountains where I'm unreachable.

I have talons, he has teeth. I have wings, he has fins and a set of jaws that can crack anything.

As a human, I sport both symbols around my neck: an eagle necklace made of hold, and 2 shark's teeth: one modern, and one a fossil.

I may have tons of admiration for this monster, but no matter what, I'm loyal to the skies. I am all eagle.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

High School Idiots And Stuff

Man, did I hate high school. For a lot of reasons. Part of it caused my depression. The rest made me lose hope in humanity. There was a one-time event that got my attention. You'll see it all from these eagle eyes of mine.

Welcome to Woodside High School, the home of the cougars. Man, isn't that mascot a familiar symbol of comformism and a lack of creative thinking? For once, can we drop the cougar?

I had to grow up with it all: a bunch of idiots who didn't give a chicken crap about school at all. Just screwed around messing with the teachers, making messes, disrupting the class, runing the beautiful campus we had. Oh, and don't even get me started on those bathrooms. Man, I remember when I was on my adventure revisiting this school: the bathrooms were still just as gross as ever: dirty toilets filled and stuffed with shit and toilet paper, the rims wet and dirty, paper towels all around, thrown in sinks and all around the bathroom. No one flushes the toilet. Some went to the bathroom ON the toilet or urinal.

The substitute teachers had it tons worse there. Kinda similar to what juvie is like (not that I've been there). Basically, since they were handling raw animals and didn't know how they were like particularly, it was hell time for them. I bet you can imagine the ruckus and lack of work that happened in the classroom. One of my worst experiences with subs was with a permanent sub I had in Junior English. My English teacher had to leave to give birth to her second child. And she did the same thing in Freshman year with her first kid. Anyways, we had this permanent sub who's name I won't mention here just in case she reads my blog and remembers who I am. Anyways, not only was she a horrible teacher who didn't know how to help us kids with our work, or at least help those who wanted to work--which was less than 5 of us--, she couldn't even control her class! We actually had a kid walk out after arguing with the teacher during the reading. (the dumbass ended up flunking the whole year). I had the same experience a year later in Geometry class. That class I was in was a permanent original teacher. We were declared the worst behaved class in the whole campus, and she ended up getting fired for not being able to control those monsters. She now teaches math at my college, and is much happier there since college students actually give a damn about school.

Even though my high school was declared the best in the high school district, we were still a piece of crap. Not just educational-wise. We had our literers, gangs, 250 giant bullies whom everyone hated, racism, fights at least once every 2 weeks, dirty everything, bees all around campus. My only safe haven was the library where no one went. Why? It's the library, of course! It was on the second floor of the building that also had the main offices, it had a balcony area, my friends were there, and bees never came up there 99% of the time. And I was away from all the hyenna vulture monsters of the school. Not to mention I had the library where it's quiet, and filled with computers and books.

My high school even cheats! Let me tell you a little story: I was a senior, and spirit week was coming up. So I thought: let's try it out for once! I got in my school colors with my Woodside shirt, beanie with the 3 colors (orange, black, and white), and black jacket. All us senior got in the main quad, and we supposedely had the most supporters. So seniors won, right? But later on, I found out that the vice-principal hired some students to pose as seniors so they could win. I was ashamed to have participated in that even though I wasn't the one posing as a fake senior.

Sophmore year made me give up on humanity for 2 years after a bad time with a weak sub in English class. Thank God college got me back up in faith.

A wise woman at college told me this: when it comes for the desire to learn, it's elementary and college students who have the most hunger for knowledge. Children have so much curiosity, and adults always want more. Something bad just happens in high school and maybe middle school, for some reason.

That's it for my rant and observation. The only other thing I can say is that it feels good to be with my own kind in college. And not all high schoolers are like this. Some of my friends who are still in high school are perfect examples of true learners.

Keep it strong.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Hypocracy Of Yahoo! Answers (y!a)

One of the things I can't stand in this world are hypocracy. And I mean all kinds, including any of my own. Right now, I feel like ranting about the hypocracy of a website I go into. It's called Yahoo! Answers, or y!a, for short.

Just like the picture shows you, the website is for asking, answering, and discovering for information. And you can get info and do stuff from medical stuff to family to gardening to polls and surveys. Basically, seek info and stuff on anything. Most people also use it as a social networking site because you can make friends and email them there. It's actually how I met my forever love there.

Anyways, like with every website, they have their rules. One of them is about chatting and opinion and what they consider to be chatting and opinion. Here's where the hunk of my entry comes in:

Polls and Surveys is where the most hypocracy is. Polls and Surveys are opinions, right? But for the ones who run the website, they have different thoughts on this. Polls, for example would be like "what's your favorite food". Surveys are "if you were to do this....blah blah..". That's when people can get personal and share their own thoughts and experiences on this. Sadly, according to y!a, it is a violation of rules, mostly because the question is used for "chatting" and "opinion" and isn't being used for seeking info, which is what the website is said to be there for.

Here's what I don't get: if y!a is just an information-seeking site, why bother having the Polls and Surveys section there? I'm not saying they should remove it; better yet, keep it there. But basically, what I'm saying is that y!a shouldn't get people in trouble for posting appropriate content in that section. Polls and Surveys are about chatting and opinion, but sadly, it contradicts the website's own rules. There's worse stuff on that website that people get away with, stuff they should go to jail for.

Hypocracy sucks, dude. Eagle hates it!

P.S: glad to have my brain juice back.

Empty-Headed, In Need Of Inspiration

Need ideas for the brain; need inspiration; need to fill that whole in my head. Right now, I feel like the lady in the picture here.

C'mon, sky. C'mon, world. Give me something. Hey, noggin! Why aren't you active yet? Why must I ruffle hard through my head? Why must I have thunderstorms and clouds in my mind? Why must you run down my thinking engine?

I have the need to write; I must let something out; I must do stuff with my fingers on my keyboard. I just need to let it out and share with the world.

Something must happen now before I go crazy. I need something meaningful, anything cool to write about. Not just an entry of me whining about how I can't find something to write about. I must do something!

I'm empty-headed, in need of inspiration. The need to write.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Adventure In The West Part Of Town

You should've seen the huge adventure I had on Friday on the west side of my town. It was tough, but fun! Here it goes:

Me and some friends were gonna get together at this place called The Dutch Goose, which is this restaurant/arcade. It was on a Friday, and we were gonna meet at the park at 9 a.m, and I thought: why not cut school for a day? Plus, math blows, which is what I had for Friday at school. It was mainly for Senior cut day, and since I missed my senior cut day (long story), I wanted to go along for the ride.

Anyways, after my mom drops me off at the bus station, instead of catching my school bus, I catch the high school's bus since it would take me to the park we were gonna meet at. It's in the neighborhood I used to live in 4 years ago. I get there, and I decide to wait in this gym where it was open early. I text the host of the party, Ana, and she tells me that we were gonna actually meet at 2 p.m!! I was devistated. But then I got an idea: I haven't been to my high school in a while, and I should go see it again. So I told her I'd meet her there instead. So I caught another bus to head to the high school, and I found my friend, Ricky there. And good thing because the library was closed for testing, and I had nowhere to head to. So he sent me to study hall so I could study. I even found my friend, Jackie there, and we talked religion and stuff. I was pretty bummed to know she couldn't hang with us, but it's cool.

After class, I found Ricky, and we found our friend Haley, and I walked home with them, and luckly, Ricky lived right by my bus college route, so I caught a bus there after they split. I found my math classmates there, and this math wizard named Ronald told me about what I missed in class, and I was grateful he told me. I made it to the station, and once again, I told Ana I would meet her at the high school, so I went right back so I could wait for her. Sadly, I didn't stay long because security caught me and kicked me out. I told Ana, and after an hour or so, we met up at the plaza, which is on the road of the high school. We talked about stuff, mostly about our loved ones, and headed back to the high school to meet up with some old friends. I even found my friend, Jasmine, there, who I haven't seen since about March or so. She couldn't come with us, either.

We had to meet up with our friend, Sarah, so we had to go to the bus station to pick her up. On the way, I shared some intersting bus stories. (if you wanna read them, they're in my blog entry called "Weirdos and Creeps In The Bus World"). We managed to catch our bus on time to head back to the bus station from the plaza, and we found Sarah at the station, and we caught a bus back in the direction of the high school, only instead, we headed to the Dutch Goose to meet some friends there. I met a new guy named Sonny there, and he's pretty chill.

We eventually settled down to eat and play pool, and more friends showed up, including Ana's boyfriend, Gadi. We needed money for food, and Gadi and Ana went to get it from their car, but they were gone for a pretty long time, for some reason. They got back, and we played more pool, we ate, and played cards.

Then they all wanted to head to the movies, but since I've been walking and taking buses for 12 hours, I wanted to head back home. We didn't have room for all of us in Gadi's car, so I volunteered to ride in the trunk. My friends made some immigrant jokes since I'm Mexican and in the trunk, but I didn't mind. And I had an awesome time riding in the trunk.

And that's my adventure. I made it home all in one peace. What do you think of my adventure?

Friday, April 30, 2010

An Ode To The Sky

This I dedicate to the favorite part of the world I enjoy: the sky.

It all happened yesterday on a clear day. I was gonna write about it yesterday, but some stuff came up. Other than the tons of math I gotta do, I'm cool now.

Anyway, I looked up, and all I saw was blue open heaven. I wanted to be up there. And being part eagle on the college mountains with a thirst to fly, the craving was really hitting me.

So instead, I'll talk about what I think about when I see the clear blue sky:

Learn To Fly by Foo Fighters
Little people that look like ants
Giving her a ride of my back
Some of my music
Heavy Metal
My friends
Spreading my wings
Looking Down
Hutington Beach
El Paso
Manhattan, Kansas
Detroit, Michigan
The world
Special floaty feeling
Maximum Ride Series by James Patterson
Human bird hybrid
Spanish-style guitar combined with Metal guitar
Wanting to write it all down

This is what I think of when I see the sky. I know I'll feel all of this when I fly. And I wanna share it all with her, most of all. We'll fly away forever. I'll be free, nothing holding me back, just be with my hunni. Nothing else would matter.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Give The Eagle His Wind

Oh, my god, you wouldn't believe the amazing feeling I had today.

Baby, you know you always do, but I just gotta share this new one.

I was catching my bus at college to go home, and it's pretty windy today; has been so since yesterday, but that's ending tomorrow on Thursday. Anyways, I'm wearing my hoodie jacket, and the wind is blowing in my direction, and the wind makes my hood expand and stuff. You cannot believe how good that felt, the cold air blowing around my face. I wanted to cry out my eagle cry. And it was even better since my college is located right on the moutains that hold the vast ocean on the other side, and with forrests in the middle and more mountains.

I thought to myself: is this how I'll feel like all the time when I fly? Because I really wanna get out there and just live nature!

Even when I got back to the lowlands to walk home, the wind was still there with me, calling for me. The mountains in the distance.

I need my wind, baby.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Rainbow For The Eagle

Normally, I talk about a very special lady when it comes to risks. But right now, I wanna talk about a risk I took today in the mountains. That's right, the real live mountains, the San Andreas Mountains, to be exact.

It's kinda rainy today. Actually, very rainy. And it includes strong winds. Isn't that lovely? Not for a winged creature, it is not. I went outside to get some fresh air, as I have been working on an extra credit report all day. And when I reach the outside, I see this bright beautiful rainbow in full bloom. It's the one in the picture, that's right. Only problem is this: the rain's blowing right at my face, thanks to the wind. But I didn't care; I got out my phone camera, and went for a shot, which is the one you're looking at right now.

I realized that one end of the rainbow was really close to my school, just on the other side of the highway! I decide I wanna get a closer look and a better picture. So wrap up, with music to motivate me, and start heading down there. Despite the wind going strong and the rain slapping my face, I still went for it. Thank God I was wearing a hoodie jacket today.

I get excited as I finally reach a good view when I realized: it's fading away! Either that, or science says that I can't view rainbows in full bloom from up close. Either way, I stuck around for a minute to stare, and I walked back to the Learning Center at my school.

What am I trying to say in this here anecdone? Basically, a few things. I wanted to share this wonderful experience with you. And that a lot of times, you will do anything just to see the most beautiful wonder on earth.

Rainbow=My wife, Mika. <3.>

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I Follow The Rules. Why Don't They?

Despite having a good day, and even though today was kind of an exception, I'm really, really upset with the bus system right now. Let me explain what's going on.

Basically until 11 in the morning one bus goes from the bus station to my college, and takes the same route in reverse while dropping and picking up passangers to the bus station. But then at around 11 is when it starts to change. Oh, and this has been going on for weeks; this is this first time they started this system. Now one bus drops off students, but doesn't take anyone else to the station after dropping off its students at my college, so we gotta wait for another bus to get us in a few mintues. And these past few weeks, the bus that's supposed to come get us has been showing up super late, so I end up missing my second bus to take me home, so I'm stuck at the station for a half hour. And it's cold right now!

I don't get it. We all have to follow rules and instructions, right? We're expected to show up on time, right? I do all of that, but apparentely, they think that they shouldn't. And plus, what is up with the system they've been using? I don't know if they're trying to save money or not, because if they are, they're stupid because they're actually wasting more money with this new method. And why not kill 2 birds with one stone, and have the first bus pick us up and take us to the station after dropping off students to school?

Why should I show up on time if they won't? Why should I pay them to have me be late? We might as well be a bunch of tree-climbing crap-flingers if we're not willing to follow the rules.

I guess until something happens, I'll have to bite my tounge. But you don't know how many times I've come close to have a confrontation with the bus drivers.

But seriously: rules are there for a reason.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Will I Fly Alone? Don't Think So.

I think the answer to that question is no. Wanna know why? I found another eagle that'll fly with me as long as these wings still work.

Ironically, I'm a bird that's really into solitude. But as any living being, I need Somebody, Someone (like the song by Korn says).

And I know the one I'll be flying with is the one that's made me the happiest I've ever been in my whole life. I'm looking forward to flying the skies with her.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

How Far Will I Go?

I dedicate this to a certain someone and the song, I.V by X Japan.

What will I do for her? Many things.

Lose my feathers.
Give her my blood, any organ or limb of mine she needs to live.
Give up flying.
Fly with her.
Walk 300 miles just to see her face.
Risk trouble.
Die for her.
I'll give up my I.V for her.
Give up my last breath so she can live.
Run Away With her.
Go to Mt. Everest with nothing but my pants, and scream her name to the high heavens.
Fly every sky.
Swim the 7 seas.
Take on Sharks and Bears.
Write a Heavy Metal Song in her name.
Tatto her name on my neck.
Even marry her.

I will go to the absolute limit. The only thing is, for her, there is no limit to what I'll do for her. Nothing. I'll go all the way with her.