Yet another week

Well today I woke up in a fantastic mood, there was something that made me so happy, and I dont know what it was. Must have been the weather, yesterday it was around 90; today the highest is 60 something. Ah glorious morning, how great it is to be alive. I got to school and the smile was still present, kind of like the guy in the Enzyte Commercials. Vivid imagery at work! 

Well I would soon find out that my classmates where having the exact opposite of a day, everyone was sad. I swear, the only day that im damn happy everyone else is having a shitty day. 

My Government teacher even broke down in front of us to tell us that he was having the worst Monday EVER!

Just his luck, indeed nothing that day ever did work for him. It was as if everything he did was bound to be wrong. And who hasnt had days like that? It is only human nature to have experiences such as these.

I remember mine, thinking back at how it went, I regret nothing. I can absolutely say that in that hot humid August day I stood up for myself. It was first day of class. I had enrolled into the Academy. Now I wont disclose more information in case anyone else reads this, but as of right now everyone that is in this page knows what im talking about.

Anyways, morning as usual had came with its lazy awakening. For me, hells no. I had barely slept the last night, I had been thinking about how it would be. What sort of made me forget about such future experience was the night before, the sunday. Glorious Sunday, that night I would get some action, it would be my last real one for a long time. I did outstanding, or so they said, I had so much confidence, I owned that night. Well that was gone in the past, who would have thought that a mere eight hours later my life would change forever.

Well I was up, you could say that, I was up but only in body position; because as I recall, mentally I was still asleep. I remember that I was slow, carefree, excited over the fact that I would start to do what I most loved Monday through Thursday from eight to four. Well, I had everything ready (or so I thought) nothing could go wrong (or so I foolishly thought), it was time to teach these fuckers how shit ran when you had one year of experience. Arrived at the location, right on time. First bad sign, everyone was wearing something I didnt. Shit! I forgot my shirt. Oh God. Well that was quickly fixed as a "brother" in arms quickly managed to get an extra out and lend it to that poor fuck. Okay, I was safe (or so I thought). Teachers came barking orders, "Holy Shit man! I felt like in Boot Camp" Well following orders is not even that hard, I tried to cope. Well we lined up for Uniform Inspection. I was saved, but still I had forgotten another thing, the "Label". Okay, well pushups for the dumbasses that forgot their tools. Okay, done, twenty pushups when commanded to go "Up" and "Down". That wasnt that bad I thought.

Next was classroom, several things to go over. Blah, Blah, Blah.

I thought, okay good rest time. WRONG! 

"Get your asses outside with your shorts, running shoes, and tee. PT time!"

My motherfucking life was over at that point, I had forgotten exactly that; all of my equipment. I was so careless and relaxed that I forgot the most essential things. Never in my life had I forgotten such things. Such easy things. Up until that moment, all that I had done wearing that shirt, that label, I had done flawlessly. 

Shit changes, always.

Needless to describe the torment and brutality I endured after that moment. I for once in my life, felt like crying, felt powerless to someone.

Murphy's fucking Law applied to its fullest that day. 

Up to this day I cannot forget the scars, never I think. It messed with my head so much. I found out many things that day.

Always Think Ahead.

Always treat something you will do with respect.

Always listen.

Never think you are the shit, because eventually you will learn otherwise.

And most important, I have some fucking balls of steel. Because not only did I endure all the punishment and not only did I give 110%; but I did it my way, it was me. This feeling is hard to explain, I would compare it to Enlightenment, its a long the lines.

So please, share your stories or do whatever the fuck you want. But as always be you, and think for yourself.

Holy Mother of God!

So today I was coming back from school driving my brothers '73 Chevrolet Cheyenne. The vehicle is a beast, its got a modified engine and whatnot, so I finally got to drive the motherfucker. Okay, step back; i am going to start from the morning.  He had no other choice but to let me drive it because nobody was going to be around to give me a ride (which i normally prefer, I don't like driving much). So I get to school and its a great ride, I feel like a bad ass. So schools out, i am driving home and I get on the left lane; its packed, long line in the light for a turn to the left. So me thinking, "Ahh fuck it ill go on the right side and wait for the line" No car is coming so I hit right blinker and I proceed to change lanes. I do great, I just forget to stop turning and eventually ride up on to the damn curb and on top of the grass. Shit scared me! I jumped; I swear I saw my life flash in front of me!
Which brings me to the discussion of today; Driving.
One thing I cannot understand, why in the hell do people drive like maniacs?
You've seen them; maybe its you? Maybe its a loved one, but we all know them. People that are riding up in your ass on their way to school or work or something of the likes. So, you, like the good person that you are, (HA most of us) you let them pass; you move onto the right lane. Or maybe you are in the right lane and the crazy bastard just speeds away past you in the left lane. Then you get a light, and there they are!
Same place as before, and sometimes you are in front of them. So what I don't get is why so much reckless behavior, only to end up in the exact same position.
If only these people could apply what they learn in Algebra and basic Physics.
These laws, theories DO apply in real life, they are not some evil experiment to make you repeat the tenth grade, NO.
In math we always get the problems; if a train is traveling at a constant speed... Whatever, you get the idea. Or say in physics, Newtons Laws of Motion; these things also apply!
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to discover the fact that if you drive at a constant speed; considering stop signs and whatnot, you will still get to the desired location. Its not like you will enter into some warp hole and end up in Alaska!
So like we have heard, take your time, leave before time, drive safe and don not lose your cool! You will still get there!
Unless of course you get killed on your way, say your brakes go out and you crash against a tree and you fucking die. Then in that case, you're dead! And good for you! Because now you don't have to worry about anything, you lucky bastard!

PLEASE COMMENT, share any experiences you have had that pertain to driving.

Porque me dio la gana!

Normalmente no escribo en español, porque sera? Quien sabe, para mi, que poco a poco se me esta haciendo mas facil expresarme en ingles. La neta es que me da cosa pensar que eso es verdad. Pero pues ni modo, tratare de resistirme.
Bueno, a lo que vamos. El tema de hoy sera la musica, en especial; la musica mexicana. Se que sonara muy en general, pero la verdad es que hoy en dia, la musica que se produce y se escucha mas es los Narco Corridos. Me tomaria el tiempo para describir y definir lo que son los Narco Corridos, digo apoco hay alguien que no sepa sobre esto? Ahh pues ya pa luego es tarde, y para darme un "empujon" (sin albur) hablare sobre ellos.
Los Narco Corridos son canciones en las que el compositor relata la historia de algun personaje que este relacionado con el narcotrafico. Quien no a escuchado un narco corrido o es sordo, o de plano vive debajo de una piedra. Bueno, los narco corridos en mi punto de vista son un problema. Si, un problema. Empezare por el principio (a huevo).
Los Corridos, originaron me imagino que por aya en los años del 1800, probablemente una forma mas antigua ya existia. Pero, un corrido con Guitarra y acompañado con la lengua Española, me imagino que ocurrio en Mexico cuando los Españoles introdujieron a los nativos las guitarras. Bueno, los años habran pasado y la gente hizo lo que la gente; poblar la tierra. Basado en mi muy poco conocimiento, usualmente los hombres se aventaban algunas que otras rimas sobre su rival de amor. (solamente un ejemplo, no es la verdad). Y asi como lo indica el nombre, "el corrido" por rapido, nacio, cantar sobre alguien en muy poco tiempo. Una forma corta de un biografia, asi por decirlo. Bueno el tiempo paso y hubo personajes de los cuales la gente hizo idolos al tiempo, y para hacer un pequeño homenaje alguna cancion compusieron sobre ellos o ellas. Historicamente, los corridos pertenecian a gente que eran idolos; heroes, hombres o mujeres de valor. Casi siempre las personas a los cuales los corridos eran dedicados pues ya estaban muertos; murieron en el acto simbolico. Bueno esa fue una etapa del corrido, empezo con su nacimiento, las etapas en las que crecio y se conviertio en algun insulto contra el rival de amor. Luego se convirtio en algo con mas sentido; un homenaje a la valentia. Luego vinieron los corridos que relataban historias sobre algun acontecimiento tragico, algun crimen cometido, una suplica al gobierno, a la gente para que recapacitaran. Para que supieran como es que occurian los acontecimientos en alguna parte de la republica. Noticias cantadas asi por decirlo. Pero siempre con el fin y proposito de crear conciencia, de avisar a la gente.
Hoy en dia el corrido se ha transformado en un himno a la violencia. El Corrido, que en verdad es Narco-Corrido simplemente lo catalogan como corrido. Y no, NO es lo mismo.
Los Corridos son himnos a la valentia, un homenaje a los heroes, una forma de contar la noticia, una arte que en muchos casos contenian mensajes para la gente.
Los Narco Corridos, en cambio, son todo lo contrario, son himnos a la violencia a la corrupcion, a la holgazaneria, a la cobardia. Una forma de contar las maldades que hacen estas personas. Una arte convertida en una broma llena de tristeza. Son noticias, noticias de la triste realidad en la que vivimos, pero en vez de denunciar estas inmoralidades son cantos a la "gloria".
Lo que algun dia fue una forma de expresarse, una forma limpia de dar un mensaje, de glorificar a algun heroe, hoy se a convertido en una cagada en la cara de la historia de Mexico. Una mentada de madre para todos los Mexicanos que existen y existieron.
Lo que esta peor aun, es que nuestra sociedad ignorante acepte esta porqueria. Los Narco-Corridos fomentan la violencia, hacen ver a esta gente como personas a los cuales seguir sus pasos. Los hacen ver como heroes, como gente inteligente, que con su audacidad viven en el placer. Y con la pobreza que existe en Mexico, pues que otra respuesta hay par los pobres? El narcotrafico es la forma segura de hacerser rico y de salir de la pobreza, es la forma facil de llegar a ser alguien en la vida.
Debido a la situacion, a la corrupcion, a la ignorancia, y la falta de caracter muchos estan siendo arrastrados a las garras del crimen; del mal.
Todo lo que van contra nuestros principios.
Como dijo algun dia el Papa Juan Pablo II, "La Violencia es una Mentira que va contra la verdad de Nuestra Humanidad"
Por todo estos factores es que yo avorresco la Musica Mexicana de hoy en dia, para mi suerte todavia tengo mis Discos de Jose Alfredo Jimenez los casettes de Javier Solis, y muchos otros cantantes de los cuales estoy orgulloso de decir "esto si es musica".

FIXED!

I am hoping that now that I have fixed the comment thing everyone can comment. The problem was that only Signed users could comment, now anyone can comment. YES!
I finally got someone to comment on some of my posts, I did not get a notification of when someone comments. So now that I fixed that too I would like to take the time to answer back.

To the person that asked me if I have ever thought about any solutions to the problem pertaining our society. I think that education is the key, educating the American Public will surely clear any doubts. We must get people of all ages to try and enlightnen themselves with great discussions on topics that appeal to their interest. Afterall, the goal of our nation is as idealized by the founding fathers is a Country for the People, by the People. There really isnt any involvement from the public in what goes on in society. Why? Because they do not know, Knowledge is important. They leave everything to decide to a group of people who are possibly only looking out for their own being. This is another debatable topic about how the system works, we elect people to decide for us; they have all the power. How can we trust these individuals with so much power? We cannot, we must always have doubt for what the other person thinks. We must help each other make good decisions. One person determines the fate of the nation; this I cannot completely trust.
Yes, some might argue that the human nature is to always do good, and some might say is to survive; selfishness. I believe that everyone has the potential to do good, but I also know that we are very self centered. Just as we have the will to do good we also the will to do bad. But that is another topic for another day, for when I have time and when I feel like discussing said things.
In short; reason and knowledge should be fomented and cherished above all else. We should as a World, not as a nation, treausure this gift that only comes once.

Monday=Fun Day

Hello, people of the internet! As some of you might be aware (or not), today is Monday; the most hated of all days. As for me, I really don't have a preferred day; I like them all, as long as I get to live, it doesn't matter what day. Smiley Face on that!

Anyways, the subject for today is Patriotism. I usually get the stuff I write about from my own personal experiences. So you can sort of say this is a "diary", unless the definition of a blog is a personal online diary, but who knows? I will look that up later!
Okay, so a person in my Facebook wrote on his page something rather peculiar. He was very angry at how some individuals who get Aid from the government to sustain their family, are lazy good for nothing "Tricksters". Well, yes, they are, they are "Tricksters" indeed. These families usually lie about their economic status, they lie to get free money for things. Essentially it is "free money", that way they don't have to spend money for those damn kids. Instead of wasting the precious money on the kids well being, they spend it on I macs and other expensive unnecessary items. In short, they let the government take care of the kids they happily and so willingly created.
We could go into detail about who is to blame for such behavior and other types of accusations. But who wants to do that? HA! Nobody! Because we all love to "bitch" about something, even if it doesn't affect us. We all enjoy observing behavior that is not fond of us and leave it at that. We are great observers but terrible problem solvers. We are too, dependent of the government, we too, are alike those whom which actions we hate. Why? Because we don't make solutions all we do is complain but we do not propose to help and solve the problems. We leave it to the damn stupid president. We don't have the will nor the intelligence to take the extra step of problem solving. We are damn good at identifying the problems but horrible at solving them. Those people who live off the government and lie and steal and cheat; they are anything but stupid, they know how to survive and still get the best of life. All of us have been cornered into appreciating the pleasures of life, and not into really thinking and observing how our lives function. We all just want Friday to get here so that we can forget all of our problems.
Frankly, I don't think we can ever find a solution to this problem, because nobody has ever complained. Nobody dares complain about how "good" we have it, here in "Amurka".
It is everyone's fault, the government, the people; only blame it on the people that make up this Nation. Only us. We are both the problem and the solution, waiting to be identified and hoping to be found.

Hello Peoples

Today is Friday, the most beloved day in our Society. Now, things could be different for you, wherever you might live, say Pakistan. Which in that case I know nothing, and I would love to know, so please comment. (I totally know nobody will ever visit this page other than my friends). So the other day we where talking about how annoying people get whenever all they do is agree with you. Its like they really do not care about what you are talking about at all. It is almost as if they are ignoring you and all they want to do is make you feel like you are right, yet they are hiding their opinion behind your honest opinions. In one of the saddest cases;teachers, they are the ones who are exposed to this everyday. It sucks to see this, it sucks to experience this, it sucks to be in a class where you are a student and the whole class is like this. All they do is agree with what the teacher says, its all they fucking do. I don't know what do of this, its lack of interest and lack of respect towards yourself and to the person who is talking to you. So please don't do this, at least contribute and add something or give your honest opinion.

Hey!

Now ive got three followers! Fuck yea! Anyways please comment on anything I have said. I know it a lot of reading, but if you can just say something in response. Dont agree with me, I hate people agreeing with anything anyone says. Even if it sounds stupid. Just comment, please.

Well today im having a wonderful day in school, well for the time being, and facebook sucks. Everyone in there tries to sound either;

• Like they have the worst life
• Friendly, too friendly?
• Romantic
• Very smart
• A player
• and you have me, the asshole, posts too many damn links, and sometimes doesnt even post at all

I hate Social Networking, and I hate myself for falling into this viscious cycle. I check it every damn day, I log on and stay logged on all day while I do my homework. I need to get off of this thing, which is why I made this Blog thing. Anyways I complained already about the punk ass mediocre people in my facebook. I did my good deed today. So, until tomorrow, or later?
Later Chicks and Dudes!

Sup Peoples!

Well now that I have another follower I feel like such a bad ass. Now I can definitely talk about very cool things that pertain to my audience! (there goes a little something that I learned my boring ass English class) Any who!
Today is Monday, September 13, 2010. To add onto what others have said about what happened two days ago nine years ago, here is my side of the story.
I was in my sixth grade in Clifton Middle School, the two years I attended this Middle School where the worst years of my life. Anyways, back to the matter at hand; while all of this was going on that Tuesday September 11, 2001 I was the "goody-two shoes" ESL student. That morning went by like any other morning, then the bell rung and I went to my Computer Class. The teacher, told us that some plane had crashed into the this building. Now, imagine someone only telling you that; Now, imagine understanding half of what she said because obviously you know little of the language. So I went about my business, not caring. Then minutes later, she said that another plane had hit another building, so at this time I began to imagine how or why?
This did seem a little too strange to be happening, especially in New York, in the United States of America. Where the technology was by far the shit. The country of bad asses, how could this be happening?
Could it be the infamous Y2K two years late?
Couldn't have, no. This time it would be something so unfamiliar to us, something so alienated to the current age group, never had we seen something of the likes. So far, imagination was the only thing allowing me to see how this would be going on, the class had no Television, and as crazy as it might sound, I had no clue of how to use the computer! Crazy, I know!
Well I cant exactly remember how or when I did see the LIVE images of what was going on. I saw two huge skyscrapers burning; one in the middle and one a little lower, compared to the other building. The fire, the smoke, the look in peoples faces, the tone, the astonishment that came from the reporters voice and expressions. Images and sounds that would forever change the way the world was. I then saw people jumping from the more than 100 foot tall buildings, huge clouds of smoke, people crying in the streets; filled with fear.
This was being portrayed by the television, the students instantly became centered, felt hopeless. They had no clue of what was going on, this was a new thing for us. The teachers where too busy watching the events to tell us what this thing was. Announcements came and someone in the speaker of the school said what was already visible to our eyes. Instantly, the students began to disappear; the concerned parents where picking them up. Speculations began to rise amongst the nations people, what if this was a start of an attack to the United States? What if they begin to target schools? Who could do such things! What is going on God?
While all this was going on, me and my brothers where amongst the few who did stay in school, and jealous of the other lucky students who were able to leave home.
Not only did we not understand what had happened, we also where unaware of what this would cause, of what it was causing.
The days passed and more and more information came, now the television was telling us who had done it. The images still continued to flood all of the channels. It must have been at least two weeks until normal programming continued. Now a sense of war had arisen.
 "We must fight back!" "We must not let fear run over our lives" "America the Brave!"

Two days ago, nine years forward, what did we learn as human beings? Ask this question, what good came out of this? It does not matter where you are from, what sex, religion, color, anything. I ask this to any human being, What can we take from this experience? If you lived it and saw it. Has war resolved your own personal suffering? Because that is what war is, People killing people, then the government steps in and sends people to kill people. People kill people, that is all that it is. Then the governments to prevent themselves from being killed surrender. In many cases it is not government against government, some may change. But the constant of the equation is people killing people.
Why is that tormenting someone else makes us feel good?
What makes us feel so glad about adding on to the suffering?
All that I am trying to say is that what happened that day has not changed a bit anyones situation. It is time that has made some forget what happened, it is moving on and forgetting about it. It is filling you life with love to defeat the hate and pain.

History is certainly not only a subject that is taught at school so that we can get out and work our asses of and die trying to survive. History is lessons of mistakes that people like us have made, and like the saying goes, "One must learn from the mistakes"
So why after so many damn times that it has been said, have we not learn anything.

Una Entrada en Español!

Ha que pensaban que yo no sabia español! Ha! Pues se equivocaron! Y de equivocados dicen que esta lleno el infierno, pues dicen. Bueno, no se como saben que el infierno esta lleno de equivocados, que no se supone que de el infierno ya no sales? Y en primer lugar, para llegar ahi tienes que estar muerto! Orale pues, en otro tema casi no relacionadao, el otro dia me acorde de una frase celebre. Ya saben que cuando haces a alguien llorar, por ejemplo; te peleas con tu chava o chavo y de plano ya no te caen y chillan, pues se acostumbra decir, "No pues son Lagrimas de Cocodrilo". Alguna vez se habian preguntado, pues como? apoco los cocodrilos lloran? A no manches!
Pues esta frase proviene de cuando, (no recuerdo bien, pero vamos a decir por pereza de no quere buscar), Los Griegos creian que los cocodrilos lloraban y sollosaban para atraer a un pobre wey, y asi comercelos.
Y asi es como ahora en dia usamos esta frase. "Son Lagrimas de Cocodrilo!"
Pues que chido por fin ponerle fin a ese engima, que a lo mejor y probablemente nada mas a mi me agoviaba.
Ha al raton

Labor Day

Woa! It has been a few days, and still not a lot of action here. This place is dead, I doubt that I will ever get a visit here. I guess its hard if you dont have any free porn in your blog. Or stuff like that, (sigh) good thing this place is just something to keep me sane for a bit. With this school semester starting, I know I will be busy. I will continue to write, I wont stop. Maybe ill forget a day or two but I will always come here. Its a bit hard when youre a full time student in college and a few things more. Im just the average dude in community college. Ah well, I hope if someone ever finds this, they can relate. My punk ass "friends" never visited this blog, who can i count on?

Thursday

Its great that people study sociology, psychology, philosophy, and all these important fields about life. They spend years learning what others say and thought. They examine how they thought, why they thought that, and thats it. They barely take it and apply it to life. Sure some have tried and died trying. But you know what? At least they tried to go further then just the books. They have tried to liberate society by acts, rather than by hiding behind the books and keeping all the knowledge for themselves. Actions do speak Louder than Words. I dont consider these philosphers, these are active true philosophers. Who in fact want to better the world, they want to share what the know. I hope one day someone has enough courage to do this. To live like the dream that they construct when they read and fantasize about the perfect society. But for now, all we hav is just kids trying to find the truth, kids who want to study philosophy only because its not that hard. Only because it "Makes you think outside the Box" and its "different". NO what is different is someone living to their beliefs and ideas. That is a true Revolutionarist of Life.

Wednesday

So middle of the week and today I am exhausted from typing so much on the computer. Today I had lots of work to do. But ill leave you with this.

The song, "Castles Made of Sand" by Jimi Hendrix

Down the street you can hear her scream you're a disgrace 
As she slams the door in his drunken face 
And now he stands outside 
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool 
He cries oh, girl you must be mad, 
What happened to the sweet love you and me had? 
Against the door he leans and starts a scene, 
And his tears fall and burn the garden green 

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually 

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, 
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends 
And he built up a dream that when he grew up 
He would be a fearless warrior Indian Cheif 
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until 
Tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle 
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night 

And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually 

There was a young girl, who's heart was a frown 
Cause she was crippled for life, 
And she couldn't speak a sound 
And she wished and prayed she could stop living, 
So she decided to die 
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore 
And to her legs she smiled you wont hurt me no more 
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say 
Look a golden winged ship is passing my way 

And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going... 

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually

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