Working With My Pops

As a kid,i’ve always found my dad’s auto shop the best place to be.For one,there was a cute and awfully lazy rotweiler hanging around.It might have been just a gaurd dog,but this dog i tell you,had so much character you’d think it was human.Back then,it was truly my best friend,and i’d do just about anything for it.I’d go out in the pooring rain to fix it’s little house so the water would stop leaking in on her.I’d take blankets and wrap it around Roxy,to prevent her from getting cold.This one time,I tried walking her to the park and she got so excited she began running.I,being so small didn’t have much control over her and before i knew it,i was on the ground being dragged by an overly hyper dog with my hands still gripping the leash.Hell,she was the best dog in the whole world and i can’t express how much i miss her,even if I don’t really like dogs too much anymore.

But Roxy wasn’t the only thing that was so great about my dad’s auto shop,it was also the different kind of cars lined up inside and out of the gigantic garage.My sisters and I used to go around searching the inside of the cars only to find weird and sometimes even pretty cool things.

There was also a park near by that we’d always go to,the park i loved so greatly,the one where baseballs flew right out of the fields and were collected by us to take to the mini candy store and in return we’d get free little bags of sugary candy.We’d sometimes sit on the bleachers and watch the baseballers play,while eating Spitz seeds.Man,those were certainly the days…

However,soon as time passed,I began to grow up,and suddenly my view on this little workshop had changed.And here i am,in my dad’s office without my sisters,and without Roxy, blogging about what an extraordinary place this used to be!

Well,I can’t say this place was as as it used to be,but i can say it’s as dusty as it was then.Today,however,was the day i changed that.Although i’m not a very organized person myself,i dusted,sweeped,and even mopped this whole place until it was speckless as that white,bald dude who always winks at you and advertises cleaning products.I really don’t mind waking up early to help my dad out.And even though i have no idea about cars,my dad says ”you’ll eventually learn.” He wants me to learn how to sell the cars and although i’m kind of reluctant i’m also sort of looking forward to it.I mean three days of this and i can fill up my 30 hours of work experience,and actually learn and expand my knowledge instead of just sitting there at home doing nothing.

Did I mention my dad got me a beetle? No! Well,he did,and he says if i learn how to drive a standard it’ll be mine.XD It looks like this.

 I love the yellow.

Anyway,hopefully waking up early will take me somewhere in the future.

Where’d the Rain Go Off in Such A Hurry?

If you can guess who this is,you’re a genius.

Just Try!

The one thing i’ve learned throughout this whole year,is that without trying something,you can’t accomplish anything.Unless,well..unless you’re a rich bastard who lives in Utopia.

But no,this post doesn’t go towards Paris Hilton or anyone else as spoiled as her.This post goes towards people who are like me.People who are just average.People who could be much more than average,but instead limit their abilities when they look at others who are ten times better than they are.The thing is,in this specific situation,the truth is all around you.I mean,at home,if i show my mum a line that i drew with a fineliner she’d clap and say “That’s beautiful!!” because that’s what parents do.They hide the truth.But if you go somewhere else like school,and you look up from what you think is a masterpiece and see another person’s work,that looks ten times better than your own,you start to compare yourself to that person.And suddenly,doubts,the size of GIANTS barge into your head and tell you that you’ll never be as great.They’ll tell you that you’ll never get as far,and how stupid you are even to try!

At this point,your so persuaded by that negative voice and taunting-ness part of your brain that you instantly give up.

And that,my fellow friends, is what you call a straight up loser.

Uh-huh,you heard right.A straight up LOoOoO-SERRRRRR.

And yes,it’s idiotic,I mean why should someone limit their abilities when they can be blooming!! But see,a loser like myself thinks it’s even more idiotic trying to get better because people out there are just WAY up there.And to get to them you’d have to climb Mount Everest,which is apparently known as the second highest mountain now for some reason…

What i’m trying to say here is that in the end,it’s not the person who does what he does and gets a good couple of A’s who is most valued,it’s the person who trys his damn hardest to get what he wants.And it’s also the person who will keep trying whether he achieves his goal or not,who will recieve the most amount of respect.I mean sure,the people who normally get great marks and achievments are pretty well respected,i’m not saying they aren’t,but those who build up the courage to do something beyond their “average goal” are truly inspiring.

And my piece of advice for all you losers out there,is to have no aim,have no direction.Just do and see.And keep doing.And keep seeing.

Because really,you have just about no idea as i do of where in this crazy world that bit of just “trying” will get you.

(By the way,this is one of my FAVORITE songs.The lyrics are awesome.XD)

Stalking The Rabbit

These pictures will define what i do when i’m really damn bored.

Just look at him,trying to act all cute cleaning his face.Pfft..

I don’t think Mr.Mischevious minds if i stalk him.

Lying down like he owns this place! Actually it was,us, humans who took his home away..

Maybe I’ve underestimated this brown little rabbit…Or maybe his cuteness is getting to me..

TO BE CONTINUED…

AHAHA IM SO BOREEEEEEEEED!!

Pictures

This is my new favorite flower! : D If you were to see it in front of you,it’d look much better!

These smell like heaven.

That’s how big my little pretty got.(Oneday it’ll grow into a ginormous sunflower.) Like the one my dad bought me.

I was watering the plants,when i noticed how many crows gathered around me.I soon figured they were dying of thirst,and decided to leave the water on so the poor little things could quench their thirst.Man,it’d really suck being a crow in the summer.

There were many crows on the other side waiting until i left so they could sneak a sip.Only the brave ones attempted to jump into the puddles.One was showering in it just like my cockatiels used to.

This,my friends,is a NAIL GUN.It’s powered by this air machine and it makes a humungous sound when someone shoots it.I got the shivers everytime my dad used it.It’s really scary.Especially if you let your imagination run wild..

And if you think that’s scary,you haven’t seen anything yet! My dad almost cut his finger off when he used this!We were making a stand for the new outdoor furniture.

It’s covered with wood now,(I took this shot earlier).We’ve still gotta tile it,hopefully it won’t rain over night.

Well,yeah,that’s pretty much it.I spent the day doing muy abburido chores,and helping my pops build this stand. XD It was actually fun.

A Thank You Card

As much as i enjoy making people smile,i only make these cards for people who i really appreciate.People who have gone out of their own way to show me how to view life’s dilemmas,or push me to do my very best,are greatly valued.I might tackle their words and tell myself that they’re wrong,as i’m very cheeky like that,however in the end,when i’ve calmed down i begin looking at the results.I also begin to notice how much they have been impacting my life.Now this,is when i make a thank you card.

It’s funny because i end up liking the cards more than i like the work that i actually keep,so it’s hard to let go.:(

It’s worth it though.

OH,DID I TELL YOU I FOUND A NEW FAVORITE FLOWER? I’ll show you tomorrow,whoever you is.

OMG,LIKE, NO WAY!!! XD

Ever since i was in elementary school i have always had this dream in my head.As I’d sit there, doodling a monster on my math homework,I dreamed of how wonderful it would feel to be one of those smart,intelligent students,the ones who’d always end up getting straight A’s as if it were nothing.Well, I may not have the right to tell you i got straight A’s because i didn’t.And i may not have the right to tell you I’m as smart as Einstein,because,really I’m not.But what i can tell you,is that it sure felt good getting the top mark in my science mock,and damn,even if i weren’t the smartest person in the world,it felt good to have that moment.

As one of my classmates informed me that i’d have to go the tutorial at 9 to 10,(and was wrong) it really pissed me off.The fact that i had to wake up early and eat my breakfast walking up to Tamanawis wasn’t the best way to start off my morning.Anyway,as i went to another science class’s tutorial,i immediately began getting a bad feeling about it all.Ms.B was going over the mock exams and i don’t know about you,but i find it very depressing doing this.As the class was coming to an end she announced  “67 was the highest mark in the class.”

As i heard this,doubts of how i would get even a good mark popped into my head.It must be Sahira who got that mark.Yeah,she’s pretty damn smart..

I managed to rush over to the teacher and ask her about the practise exams that she didn’t check off as homework.And as i was saying this she interrupted me by saying

“It’s okay,you get full marks for that,” she said,beaming at me.

Wondering why she was in the greatest mood ever i began asking her about my mark.

“67! That’s yours!” she says hugging me as i stood there dumbfounded.

“Your kidding me right?” I gave her a doubtful face and suddenly figured that B wouldn’t kid like that…

A smile slowly formed.

WOW.OH -MY- GOD! was running through my head as i burst out of there heading towards art class.I just HAD to tell someone about the great news.

“MR.T.GUESS WHAT?!!?!!?” I said,trembling out of happiness (if that’s even normal.)

“What?” he said curiously.

“I GOT THE HIGHEST MARK IN MY EXAM!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?”

“Well,that’s great!”he said.

And really,that’s all i needed to hear to make sure this wasn’t just a dream.

So here i am,listening to 99 red balloons on blast and blogging about how my day went.Maybe i never reacted as calmly as those straight A students who get great marks almost every time they do a test,but man,i can’t hold it in as great as they do.I really can’t.

Happiness sure is hard to hide.

Flipped

I’ve read this book twice,as it always seems to have a different effect on me the older i get.Flipped is about a girl named Kate and a boy named Bryce who have completely different views on each other.As the story goes on,in some odd way they sort of meet.I really don’t know how to explain it to you without ruining the novel,so it’s best if you just read it yourself.In the end however,you feel like you know the characters and it gives you an extraordinary feeling as if these characters are actually alive.It’s by far,one of my favorite novels,and if you like this ,there’s another one called The shredderman written by the same author.Her novels are real easy to read,probably meant for ages 12 and up but hey,books are for everyone. : )

Did i mention they’re also very decent?

Gran Torino

Ever since i had seen the previews of this movie,i’ve been longing to watch it.And man,it feels good saying a movie rocked in the 21st century.These days,movies are all full of porn.I mean,just try watching a movie made in the 21st century with your family.On second thought,don’t even..

But Gran Turino,well,i can’t say there wasn’t any coarse language  but hey! At least there was no porn? It’s one hell of a funny movie,and i really recommend it to all.

Here is the trailer

The Year 1961

I found myself in an unfamiliar looking classroom with a good friend named Amana seated  next to me.We had taken a course in French,and as we begun to get prepared for our first class,I spoke out loud and asked what the date was.

“1961,” I heard someone say.

1961? What the hell..How can it be 1961? I turned around to face the guy who had replied to my question and suddenly began to notice how old fashioned my class mates  were.It just didn’t seem possible..Why were they all dressed like that? The guys in my class were dressed in tighter-than-normal clothes and the girls wore big perky shirts.

As the teacher arrived,I turned my head back to the front of the class to see a chalk board.I hadn’t seen a chalk board since elementary school.He began dealing with a pile of tests,and while doing this he began telling me i wasn’t qualified enough in French to be doing one of them.Which ofcourse,I didn’t mind as tests never really look appealing.As a good 5 minutes or so passed,before i knew it,the class was over.

As everyone was dismissed a couple of my unknown classmates took me along with them to a concert of some sort.At first I was dancing around and “wooing” to whomever was playing.But as the music dimmed the host appeared and i could see his lips moving but in the giant crowd i could only make out one word and that was “The Beatles”.

If i were really in the year 1961,The Beatles should be everywhere.People should have been talking about them on the streets,listening to their music in the washroom,and screaming their heads off when they’d see them on TV.As i was slowly putting the pieces together who else,but the BEATLES showed up on the stage!! Oh and i went hysterical,like one of those fans who’d jump out onto a baseball field just to touch there bright colored clothes.I couldn’t believe was what going on! People were scattered all over the place,moving their joints to the beat of the music.I seemed to be dancing and screaming so much that i didn’t even get the chance to see their faces.All i knew for certain was that right in front of me were THE BEATLES.The ORIGINAL beatles.

As i was moving wildly,I had suddenly bumped into one of my classmates.As I took a glimpse of him,I could have sworn he looked just like Bob Dylan.Wait,no,it HAD to be him!! I just had to tell him about how i was from the future and how great of a singer he’d oneday become.

“I don’t know if you’d believe me if i told you this,” I shouted so he could hear me. “But i’m from the future and you’re going to be one of the most biggest singers in the world!!!”

I must’ve looked like i was high.

Dylan smiled and chuckled lightly and as his mouth was going to open to reply to my remark,my eyes shot open.

I looked at my surroundings.It wasn’t 1961.Two Beatles were already dead and Bob Dylann wasn’t my age.I looked at my clock,9:00AM.

Boy,how i wished this dream was real!! If only i were living in the 60’s…If only this and if only that but if only wouldn’t make a difference.I’ve got what i have,i’ve got what i need,and from here,i can create my own version of the 60’s.Maybe not so much of an old fashioned one.But hey,it’ll surely be a good one….even without the beatles.