Dear Santa

I can't believe its already December. Its incredible how fast time can go. Like just the other day I was a pre-teen hating the fact that time would go so slow. To impatient to sit in my seat waiting for the teacher to tell us to get ours things packed that school will be over in a few minutes. Counting down the days till the best time of year, Christmas. As a child Christmas was so great to me. Sometimes it would snow others it didn't. (Now when it snows, I hate it. The first few hours its cute. But then it gets ugly.) But the best part about Christmas, was the gifts. And as the years went on I got less and less. But it was ok, because I had one thing that many people didn't
have. I had a Santa. No wait hear me out, I'm not crazy.

When I was younger I would write to Santa and ask for anything I wanted. I would usually get it too. Now of course I have always known that there wasn't a Santa. But my family as well as others had a little scam. We would write to "Santa" telling him that we were good and that our parents were working two jobs each and that I had 7 other brothers and sisters. (I only have 5.) Since I was writing to people with money. My letter will get good. Saying all I wanted for Christmas. Writing down about two or three things. But you see I wouldn't just write this to one "Santa" I would write to 4 or 5. Saying all the different gifts I wanted. Only problem, you would have to write to him before Thanksgiving. Or else you wouldn't get anything. One time "Santa" couldn't deliver his gifts to us so he sent his helpers. Two skinny "elfs" with two black garbage bags filled of goodies. My mom made my sisters and I ask for things like dolls and stuff. Now for some reason I had the crazy idea that they were for us. But NOO of course not. They were for her. Like what is her old ass going to do with dolls. I'll tell you, nothing. She saved them, and she still has them. She has all the Spice Girls. That were ours. But whatever. I know if we would have kept them, we wouldn't even know where they were at. So maybe one day they will cost something. But I don't recall what happened to Baby Spice. (Plus all the other dolls she has look nice. In a cage and all.)


Man I wish I would have written to Santa this year. And asked for something.
Anything. Because it isn't fun anymore. No tree, no gift wipes, all we get is the gift before or after Christmas. Not even in a box. It was fun when you'd pretend to sleep and watch our mom hide the gifts, and would guess what she got
and for whom.

All Christmas is now, is wasting my own money on others. And that sucks. Sometimes......

I made my bed... And I sleep like a baby.

Sometimes being a bitch is the only thing a women has to hold onto.

Why is it that some of us have to be high or drunk to have a good time? I'll tell you why, if you have enough drugs and booze it can help you forget the past, ignore the present, and be absolutely oblivious to the future. Which can be a good thing for some. But it also has it's side affects, you ever noticed it talks to you. Yes liquor, talks to you. Here's an example; someone says something about anything, you think its to you so you say something back with a curse. Who do you is telling you to do that, the liquor. And when the cops tells you something you curse them out and start talking about there momma. Who's telling you to do that, the liquor. But once your in trouble it's quick to turn on you. And say oh snap you messed up now. But if your a beginner you won't have that problem. Well not just yet...
You'll just do it to have a good time. It is called the good juice, that makes you feel good.

Seems like everything is going in fast forward and I'm going in slow motion.

Cheeks...

The Bronx is a weird place sometimes. Ever so often you have people outside making as much noise as possible, music to the roof and fights breaking out all before the sun comes up. But that's not weird, that's normal. Weird is a half naked man walking around at 8am...

As I'm walking to the train I see a grown man wearing no shirt, short shorts with his butt cheeks all out in the open, slowly walking passed me. As if there was nothing wrong with what he was wearing. You could see that his balls had Asthma, as tight as his shorts were. I couldn't help but to stare and laugh.
I then get a flash back of a night at a STRANGE place and encountering a guy wearing a similar outfit, dancing with EVERYONE. Someone gave him the nickname Cheeks, you can imagine why they called him that. So I laugh even more and drop coffee on myself. I didn't let it bother me because that really made my day. I guess men showing there butt cheeks is "In" for the moment. Oh Bronx you sure are weird.

At the Feast

Apparently every year in New York there's this Feast down in Little Italy, which goes on for 10 days. And brings out over three million people. I had no clue about this until Leah, my brothers girlfriend invited me to it. My first thoughts were ok there's going to be a lot of food there and its going to be free. There was a lot of food but it wasn't free. So for those who don't know what The feast of San Gennaro is, I'll give you a picture of it. Its like a mini Coney Island and a festival, so more or less like a carnival with better food. Italian food. There are over 50 food vendor outside and people selling drinks, like pina colada, strawberry daiquiri and other drinks. The lady tells me "With Rum?" and I'm like "Hell yea" I should have known something was up when they didn't even ask me for ID. They sold me a strawberry daiquiri with fake Rum. They fooled Jose but not me, I think I should know a thing or two about liquor. With all the food to eat Jose and myself decided to buy the nastiest Philly Cheese sandwich I had ever eaten in my life. But the Zeppoles, were great. We all won a fish and got on the Ferris Wheel, which was scary as hell. Maybe I'll go again next year. I forgot the camera like always but I took a few pictures with my phone.

Believe that

Take a look at yourself in the mirror, who do you see looking back at you? Is it the person you want to be? Or is there someone else you were meant to be? The person you should have been, but fell short of. You see it does matter what you see, and not what others tell you, is wrong with you. Life's to short to worry about the little things. So take a good look in that mirror and remind yourself to be happy, because no one else is going to do that for you. Believe that.


Maya Angelou- If you don't like something change it, and if you can't change it then change your attitude.

Call me crazy

I'm back and when I say back I mean really back. Don't try to understand it, I get myself... As it turns out summer is over, sucks but the good thing is that the year will be over soon as well. Thinking about it this had to be the worst year ever. Well up until a few months ago it was bad, now things seem to be getting better. "The night is always darkest, just before the dawn." I would love to say this year is going to be a new me but I'm not. Because the truth is I miss my old self. And call me crazy but as I'm writing this I'm thinking about all the good and bad times I had with some people. Crazy thing is that in my head there are more good times then bad. I really can't stop laughing. BCCK! Cut school and go to the mall, go in circles just to get some samples. Oh wow good times, well that chapter is closed now. But it really doesn't hurt to remember. All though events in ones life can ultimately change your outlook on things, its up to you to change yourself.

Priorities

What is wrong with society now and days? Some of us live in a carefree world. With no worries or responsibilities. We work to pay bills and look nice, I guess. But is there any other reason. I'm no one to talk but if your 20 something years old, work, your hip, fresh and still live with your mother. Unless the reason you live there is to help her out with the bills, then there's a problem. A lot of people think first about getting a car, other then there own place. Yeah its great to have a car at a young age but the cost of gas is so high now and days you won't be driving as much as you thought you would. Sooner or later your going to need to get your priorities in order. There should be a time in your life when you say "ok I'm not 17 anymore, something has got to change. Its time to grow up." You can't stay young and hip forever. You have to expand your horizons.

An adventure with Jeanisse

According to my older sister, Jeanisse I don't spend enough time with her. I'm always doing things without her. So since we both were doing nothing yesterday I decided to spend an entire day with her. I thought it would be an ok day but to my surprise it was great. I really had an awesome time. We did our eyebrows, shopping, went to the wax museum, got scared to death by some guys who work there, they took Jeanisse's shoe and didn't want to return it to her, went to go eat at BBQ's and last but not least went to Joa's house to sing to her. Since she was under the weather due to the fact that her father just passed. Oh yea and we took tons of pictures with all the celebrities.

Night at the beach

I finally got the chance to go to the beach, at night and stay there till sunrise. The night was young and we wanted to do something new before Lulu went back to Boston. We couldn't wait to get to the nearest beach which was Orchard Beach. But the cops were there so that was a no go. Drove around and decided to go to Coney Island. It didn't smell to good, it really smelled like poop. Crazy thing is we were not the only ones there. Played a few games and then got in the water. It wasn't as cold as I would have expected. A good night out. The only problem was that when I got home, there was sand where sand shouldn't be.