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My favorite color is blue, I like long walks on the beach,.. and I love to cuddle with teddy bears while reading "Sisterhood of the traveling pants"......... ........hahaa.........yeah right.NO, I'm just a laid back guy whos idea of fun is playing football and any other type of competative sport. I'm a brown guy who just wants to have fun, do things and go see places. If anybodys down for a roadtrip by the way hit me up.... I work as an avid tutor, and my major is education, if I see that it really isn't working out for me however, I would love to join the police force, GANG Unit or SWAT.I'm christian and love God. He has been so good to me regardles of what I've done. I cant say that I'm proud of things I've done, but God has helped me along the way. thats me and if youd like to get to know me a little more than dont hesitate to get at me. Im all ears if you want someone to hear you. I've also got two shoulders....Dont hesitate to ask for help either. take care guys and ladies.Hit me up homies .......... FrItO am i the only one who cant quite comprehend why it is that the youth today is dying? i cant possibly be the only person who cares. i know there are more out there. i was told by a person once that i care too much, that i should let people go. that i shouldnt get involved in there problems. they were right about one thing. i do care. i care about the person who kissed me goodnight at my bedside, just like i care about that same person right now, as she leaves to work so we can live. just like i care about the greates man i know who i have seen cry once in my life.....and let me tell you, that was the most beautiful thing in my life. i care about the ladies who did me good aswell as the ladies who did me wrong. without a doubt i would be at there side in an instant. the "homie" who mest up my life, i cant but hope hes doing good right now. i may care too much but thats because all of you reading this matter to me. i know this will sound stupid and if you read it youll think that im some crazy beaner who just feels like having a doctor phill moment. but no. i write this because of people like you cuz. because of people who like to hide behind thug faces, behind guns and gang sings. im writing this because of you. because of ladies who think that he loves you and you wanna give him the most sacred and beautiful thing in your life...then wake up to get hurt by the sight of him moving on to the next lady. what have we come to. we all have stories, and we all will make new ones......i just hope, i just pray to God that your life wont be negatevly affected by the choices you make in life. i pray for you cuz....that one day yul open your eyes and see that i love you bro..and i just want you to come back homie. i pray for you, gangsta and your gang...that all of you will come together and use your brotherhood for the good of the community, instead of bringin it down, instead of killing your brothers and sisters that like you, would love to live another day, to see another tomorrow but without the problems. i pray for you lady. your beautiful inside and out....just stay true to yourself and dont live for the pleasures of today. stop to think of what your doing..of what your giving up. the consequences will come faster than a speeding bullet if your not careful...ask yourself....if he really luv me, he wouldnt mind waiting would he?. i know ill get a lot of trash for this.....but damn....someone has to say something...we all know it, but we dont say much do we now. FRITO....................................................... ............................................................ ............................................................ ...Whats up people. I just wanted to share an amazing experience. I would like to start off by sending my respects to the AVID teachers at valley, Dan Barajas, Mario Humerez, Noemi Iracci, the best haha, I would also like to thank Mrs. Merihnoff, and I believe I can say this for anybody who knew this man, one of the best human beings I have ever met, Steve Atwood. there are of course more people out there but my memory tricks me with names sometimes. Homie Reggie and filth you all can relate huh? Well like I was saying, I accompanied my sis and their friends this Friday night to the movies to go watch the freedom writers….and it brought back some good memories. You see in valley we were used to having people keeping us down. You say valley high and people automatically think that’s bad. Where all the uneducated, bad kids go. My own mother cried when I decided to move to valley. Well I was there my senior year and glad I was. You see I was introduced to many changes in the avid program there. There were sum of us who were touched by what the teachers had to say. I personally felt inspired by Steve and how he jus spoke the truth the way he did. Well one time, just like in the movie, Mrs. Merinoff was able to bring a lady by the name of Ms. Gussy , a holocaust survivor to come to our school and speak. She was a true warrior that lady for going thru what she went. She really liked us that she got us a nice coach bus with them nice seats and televisions so we can all go with her to the museum of tolerance. That place is amazing. I cried there like three times. And I wont mention names but I saw some homies crying as well. It truly was a once in a lifetime experience and I was really overwhelmed. What …did for us was great. She took a bunch of us “bad†kids out of Esco to show us what we needed to see. That there are more things out there in the world then us. More problems than the once we go thru. Hungers, slaughtering, hatred, and many more that we haven’ opened our eyes to. As we left the doors of the museum of tolerance, there was only silence and we all had this sad look in our face. A real eye opener like I said. I remember looking at the lady Ms. Gussy and she looked around at all of us for a while as we walked to the bus. We all wrote her a letter and I got a lot of recognition for mine, and Id like to share it…………………..MY REFLECTION…..Marcos was in his room listening to his favorite song on the radio. Marcos was eleven years old and he wanted to one day be in a band. He was listening to his favorite band and he raised the volume as high as he knew he could before his mother would come up to his room and tell him to turn it down. He was half way to the song when his younger brother came in the room yelling and screaming. Daniel, at age six, was still growing up and full of energy just waiting to be released. He was a ticking time bomb that Marcos knew goes off on a daily basis. Marcos stood up from his bed and screamed his lungs off. “Mooom! Get Dan out of here!†His mother, a hard working, Christian mother came up stairs. She took one look at the scenario and told Marcos to turn off the radio and go downstairs to throw the trash out. “But mom!†She directed her finger to point at the door and Marcos, with a grunt stood up and headed towards the door. But before he left he screamed at his brother, “I hate you.†Now, by reading this story a person might not be surprised at what happened. A mother might read this and think “Oh, they’re just kids. They don’t know what they are talking aboutâ€. Now she may be right about the kid not knowing what term he meant to use. Some times when we are so caught up in the moment, we accidentally mistake “hate†and “dislikeâ€. Maybe when we said it we wanted to make a person feel unwanted and miserable. With hate, nothing good comes. I hate “hateâ€. I wish I knew the answers to many questions about the human being and our way of behaving. I pray to God that one day I’ll find out so I can try to cure people such as my cousin who lives as if he hates life when I know perfectly well he‘s just frightened by others opinions about him. I would like to believe that one day all of earth will live in peace, but I know that is not possible. I would also like to think that people will grow out of this childish hate that blinds people from the truth. I wish drugs, gangs and money would disappear and a child’s mind to be molded at an early age to ignore any distractions interfering their lives. I would like to think you Ms. Gussy for such a wonderful opportunity that you have given us and tell you that what you did for us is just another sign of respect and love that this world needs. Thank you for keeping the love along with many of the few people that I know still have it. You have been my inspiration to become a better person and as you can see in the news and all around the world, people need more love and respect. TONIGHT I CAN WRITE...BY PABLO NERUDA..... ...Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, "the night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance." The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great stil eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the sould like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is shattered and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight searches for her as though to go to her. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night witening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.............. PUEDO ESCRIBIR LOS VERSOS.....POR PABLO NERUDA...........Puedo escribir los versos mas tristees esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo, "La noche esta estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos." El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambien me quiso. En la noche como esta la tuve entre mis brazos. La bese tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito. Ella me quiso, a veces yo tambien la queria. Como no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos. Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche. Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido. Oir la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella. Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocio. Que importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla. La noche esta estrellada y ella no esta conmigo. Eso es todo. A lo llejos alguien canta. A lo lejos. Mi alma no se contenta con haverla perdido. Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca. Mi corazon la busca, y ella no esta conmigo. La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles. Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuanto la quise. Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oido. De otro. Sera de otro. Como antes de mis besos. Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinnitos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido. Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa, y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo. whats this lovely feeling you love it when you feel it hate it when its gone, remember, when it all went wrong, you stuk alone sucka just singing that same old song, cus of the same ol' story, she luv ya she hate ya, so many twists to the script, dont know what da truth is or if it fitz. we inch closa to love, inch by inch, sucha sitch, n yet so hard, wishful thinkin all up in a card, hidden with the rest of my secrets, left it in the dark, butta.....yeah forget the spark. life moves on, n so do i, alright, so maybe not so quickly, but eventually, well just maybe, maybe... regardless of the situations, tha falsification the words are spoken and no return, once said its done no where to run, they already cocked dat gun... moving up, going down you find yoself stuck on the ground, nowhere to go but yeah heaven know, thru God almighty youll find a way, he gave you nothing you cant handle so youll still smile some day....apart of you wants to go, yet most of you wants to stay, see whatll happen nextas i walk the streets of old grand avenue i recall those days bak in the dayz where we all remember when thingz went down. when dayz were gray and the day after the day they turned blue. i recall you too, bro, how you died the day before my birthday, in my mind i replay, remember when we used to play tag and hide n goseek, those memories i will keep so much hatred out there..inside the confused minds of the kidzIM NOT ALRIGHTIf weakness is a wound That no one wants to speak of Then cool is just how far we have to fallI am not immune I only want to be loved But I feel safe behind the firewallCan I lose my need to impress? If you want the truth, I need to confessIm not all right Im broken inside And all I go through It leads me to youBurn away the pride Bring me to my weakness Until everything I hide behind is goneAnd when Im open wide With nothing left to cling to Only you are there to lead me onCause honestly, Im not that strongIm not all right Im broken inside And all I go through It leads me to youAnd I move closer to youIm not all rightthats why I need you
Whats up people. I just wanted to share an amazing experience. I would like to start off by sending my respects to the AVID teachers at valley, Dan Barajas, Mario Humerez, Noemi Iracci, the best haha, I would also like to thank Mrs. Merihnoff, and I believe I can say this for anybody who knew this man, one of the best human beings I have ever met, Steve Atwood. there are of course more people out there but my memory tricks me with names sometimes. Homie Reggie and filth you all can relate huh? Well like I was saying, I accompanied my sis and their friends this Friday night to the movies to go watch the freedom writers….and it brought back some good memories. You see in valley we were used to having people keeping us down. You say valley high and people automatically think that’s bad. Where all the uneducated, bad kids go. My own mother cried when I decided to move to valley. Well I was there my senior year and glad I was. You see I was introduced to many changes in the avid program there. There were sum of us who were touched by what the teachers had to say. I personally felt inspired by Steve and how he jus spoke the truth the way he did. Well one time, just like in the movie, Mrs. Merinoff was able to bring a lady by the name of Ms. Gussy , a holocaust survivor to come to our school and speak. She was a true warrior that lady for going thru what she went. She really liked us that she got us a nice coach bus with them nice seats and televisions so we can all go with her to the museum of tolerance. That place is amazing. I cried there like three times. And I wont mention names but I saw some homies crying as well. It truly was a once in a lifetime experience and I was really overwhelmed. What …did for us was great. She took a bunch of us “bad†kids out of Esco to show us what we needed to see. That there are more things out there in the world then us. More problems than the once we go thru. Hungers, slaughtering, hatred, and many more that we haven’ opened our eyes to. As we left the doors of the museum of tolerance, there was only silence and we all had this sad look in our face. A real eye opener like I said. I remember looking at the lady Ms. Gussy and she looked around at all of us for a while as we walked to the bus. We all wrote her a letter and I got a lot of recognition for mine, and Id like to share it…………………..MY REFLECTION…..Marcos was in his room listening to his favorite song on the radio. Marcos was eleven years old and he wanted to one day be in a band. He was listening to his favorite band and he raised the volume as high as he knew he could before his mother would come up to his room and tell him to turn it down. He was half way to the song when his younger brother came in the room yelling and screaming. Daniel, at age six, was still growing up and full of energy just waiting to be released. He was a ticking time bomb that Marcos knew goes off on a daily basis. Marcos stood up from his bed and screamed his lungs off. “Mooom! Get Dan out of here!†His mother, a hard working, Christian mother came up stairs. She took one look at the scenario and told Marcos to turn off the radio and go downstairs to throw the trash out. “But mom!†She directed her finger to point at the door and Marcos, with a grunt stood up and headed towards the door. But before he left he screamed at his brother, “I hate you.†Now, by reading this story a person might not be surprised at what happened. A mother might read this and think “Oh, they’re just kids. They don’t know what they are talking aboutâ€. Now she may be right about the kid not knowing what term he meant to use. Some times when we are so caught up in the moment, we accidentally mistake “hate†and “dislikeâ€. Maybe when we said it we wanted to make a person feel unwanted and miserable. With hate, nothing good comes. I hate “hateâ€. I wish I knew the answers to many questions about the human being and our way of behaving. I pray to God that one day I’ll find out so I can try to cure people such as my cousin who lives as if he hates life when I know perfectly well he‘s just frightened by others opinions about him. I would like to believe that one day all of earth will live in peace, but I know that is not possible. I would also like to think that people will grow out of this childish hate that blinds people from the truth. I wish drugs, gangs and money would disappear and a child’s mind to be molded at an early age to ignore any distractions interfering their lives. I would like to think you Ms. Gussy for such a wonderful opportunity that you have given us and tell you that what you did for us is just another sign of respect and love that this world needs. Thank you for keeping the love along with many of the few people that I know still have it. You have been my inspiration to become a better person and as you can see in the news and all around the world, people need more love and respect. God bless you