Auspicious Adventures

A Missed Target

2008-07-08T10:12:00.000-07:00

While being at Target yesterday with my mom, I was going to the changing room and see a picture that confused me. On the wall there was a couple under an umbrella dressed in white and kissing. Of course behind them was the Target logo. This made me wonder... does Target suggest that people should frolic in the rain with Target clothes on? Or does this picture depend on people's gullibility to believe that someone can look that happy in the pouring rain ?

If Target is able to put a logo on something like that, they could also put a Target logo behind a man on a bench eating a sandwich. This would border the lines of "Target, people eat here too."
One thing's for sure, I wouldn't mind seeing a Target logo behind shooting range picture.

The Noticeable Sign of Affection

2007-06-29T11:35:00.000-07:00

Sometimes when a person wakes up in the morning, he or she can automatically tell if the day is going to be ordinary, or somewhat-ordinary. Every person has had these types of days because when asked how the day went the only reply that comes to mind is "Well, nothing really". When a somewhat-ordinary day occurs, a person can elaborate by telling a sign or event that seemed out of the routine. Like a slot machine, a person can never anticipate if the day is going to be ordinary, or extraordinary.

Since childhood, I have seen signs that can make a person's day somewhat ordinary. The biggest example is when I am walking around the house and my brother or dad point out something to me. The description can be put into a somewhat riddle: What appears on your face when you least expect it, and is given to you after someone delivers it? The answer: Lipstick imprint. Sometimes I am talking to my brother and he says, "Oh looks like you got hit too". Thinking about this statement, I ponder on what he means until I look into the mirror.

Usually at that moment I cry out in my mind "Gah!" I rub my cheek, yet it does not come off that easily. Amazing what that substance is made of, there must be a fine print on those things saying "Warning, can make implants on cheeks when touched, some side effects on a victim may be vigorous wiping, or a need to use water. After the crisis has passed, I hear "Who else wants to go on trip through the shopping universe?, oh and you have an appointment so you have no choice." In submission I walk to the car and think "Time to break out the brochures."

We Are Sorry For Your Inconvenience

2007-06-25T10:20:00.001-07:00

Usually when a person goes out for the summer, he or she expects a nice time for R & R. Unfortunately, it seems my agenda has already been made without my knowing I had an agenda. To start off, after a week that I had finished school I had Drivers' Ed. The class lasted for four days, but it was 8 hours long (for each class). (Granted though, that if I did not take this class I would be spending three months on it for the real school year). I was happy though when I went to Tahoe, because I was finally given a reprieve from the "agenda". My efforts to relax though were foiled when I returned to home base. This is how the week went for chronology : Monday : Calm before the storm of events, Tuesday: See optometrist and travel with mom across the shopping universe. Wednesday: Take Permit test, travel with mom across the shopping universe once more. Thursday: Physical, (and yes), travel across the shopping universe with mother. Friday: Relax! *whew*

After that week had passed I realized that the shopping universe relates to one big chain; They are all connected no matter what supply they offer. Maternal units, as I have seen, follow this chain and students like myself are dragged along for the flight. While I am sitting in the car I almost hear an air waitress saying " We are now above the shopping store of Macy's, the flight home will be delayed for another few hours, we are sorry for your inconvenience." "For now why don't you look inside your pamphlet to see all the stores we will be going to today." This is the point where a sigh from the passengers is appropriate. The best statement one can hear from the waitress is "Since our time is running a little behind schedule, we will be cutting back our shop visits and delivering our passengers back home." Since the air waitress is concentrating on piloting, she does not hear the passengers stretch out their arms and say "Woo hoo!" The most important lesson I learned from all of this is that pamphlets for the "agenda" should be a lot shorter.

The Earth's Rattle

2007-03-24T17:02:00.000-07:00

Anyways for a little description of this, I was given an article to chose from and make a poem out of it. It's about an earthquake that was very brief in Concord yet many were still surprised after it occured. So here it is: sit, read and enjoy!

As the dark was draping all of day’s wonder
The town remained still, with nothing to ponder.
Individuals talked, watching seeds newly sewn,
Never suspecting the ground’s awakening groan.
Violently shaking the room seemed to shudder,
Inhabitants gasped, eyes opened with wonder.
Rumbling stomachs obeyed master’s call,
One that is able to make people crawl.

The earth was relentless, like an unyielding storm.
Only to dwindle, and fade with no mourn.
When silence returned, many gazed with some doubt,
Preparing for more, they readied to shout.
The warriors waited for their lion to pounce,
Grasping their shield breathing words unannounced.
The quake had arrived, striking swift with zeal,
The outlook remained stony, hard with no feel.
Then out of the quiet arose a small laughter,
A child unknowing, bringing color to paper.
Finding words from the brain whether jolt, or a rattle,
Not truly describing the earth’s inner battle.
Minds reminisced calling events from the past,
Figuring December’s quiver was far from the last.

Life's Balance

2007-03-11T16:37:00.001-07:00

Beautiful seed how I long to see your face,
Slowly ascending through the earth’s protecting vase.
I wait as the time flows steadily by,
Urging encouragement to open your eyes.
Alas! The time awaited has come,

You breech the ground as a small green crumb.
Twirling around in wondrous laughter,
Never suspecting any disaster.
Months pass away and you steadily bud,
Petals penetrate suggesting, “Not a dud!”
You never fail to give off a light,

Rain makes you brighter, escalating in height.
Once again time enters the door,
Hinting some day, “You’ll no longer soar”
Majestic still, you remain standing
Ovations from the audience are surely demanding.

You stretch out to grasp the blue sky,
Falling short, just a little, you try not to cry.
Slowly admitting you acknowledge the fact,
Your petals shine dimmer, your stem has turned black.
I come in one day to see your face,
Which is no longer there, just a memory erased.

I raise you up in the palm of my hand,
Never knowing if I can understand.
I place you outside, on a grass luscious with green,
Smiling that you could once not be seen.
A bird soon arrives and takes you away.

Flying into the sunset, savoring today.
Years have gone by and I wander to hills,
Admiring the ground, as if gutted with gills.
A breeze throws my hat and I pursued a chase,

Picking it up I see a familiar face.
Stretched out in the valley that no one has seen,
My face is uplifted and eyes remain keen.
You stretched yourself to a place no one would bother,

Spreading into the lives based off of your fathers.

The Day Before Christmas

2006-12-24T15:03:00.000-08:00

The Day Before Christmas

When sunrise arrives I stretch with glee,
Knowing that today is Christmas Eve.
While holding on ‘til the real day arrives,
Shoppers rush everywhere and hunt for their prize.
As many bump, and trip over unwrapped gifts,
Others are frantic believing some relative is missed.

Lunchtime leaves with a quick departure,
And carolers are scrambling with some song structure.
The timer clicks with lights soon abundant,
People drive to Mass with a joy that is pungent.
The candles are lit, young children are waiting,
The one who they worship is flying stating,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!
Young ones pray he has a good flight.

The night is calm with fog amidst,
Cookies and milk are offered as gifts.
The Christmas tree shines with a glow of surprise,
As his friend, the fire, crackles dwindling in size.
Frost clings onto the window with a soft sheen,
The night provides shelter for elements unseen.
I lay my tired body down in my bed,
Not with gumdrops swirling in my head.
The Christmas spirit fills me up with joy,
As I wonder how the baby felt when he received his first toys.

A Student's Victory : A Homework's Retribution

2006-10-17T20:18:00.000-07:00

As every person probably knows now, I have started to go to high school. Already the first quarter has ended and I think (in my opinion) that I am well off. I already know one major difference of high school to elementary school: homework. There are many ways of how I can describe the amount of homework I have weekly, but I shall only name one of them.

Dusk reached upon the horizon as I stared into the distance. "My leader the attackers have last been seen marching to east." "The amount of men is limited from our last encounter and they are weary from the battles, said a small looking archerman. "We have to last until the weekend young archer, or victory will never be achieved," I said boldly. As I stood looking over my sanctum (my home) I saw that the hills grew dark. "Close the front gate!" Don't let any of this homework demoralize you men, after all it is only Monday....

This story was one of my many archives known as "homework." After I tell you my schedule throughout the week, every person can guess that I have more than enough to deal with.

Monday: Bombardment of homework (since I have been gone from school for two days, apparently the school gods get angry at the teachers and they must appeal to them by creating more work.)

Tuesday: Not as much bombardment (depends since I only have periods 1,3, and 5 but they are an hour and twenty minutes long.)

Wednesday: After going through the ordeals of long classes, I am usually hoping the next time my alarm clock rings Saturday has arrived.

Thursday: Unfortunately, I was wrong and I return to the barracks to train and be academically fit.

Friday: aka The day of rejoicing. This is the day where even though, I might get assigned all classes, I still am overjoyed that I will not have to have a sound that goes like BEEP BEEP BEEP in my ears for two days.

After the weekend this cycle usually repeats and I am forced to take arms once more. For now though, tomorrow will be more than half the week and I must persevere for victory. For now......
Pick up your bows and ready your swords men, it's going to be a long night.

A Farewell to a Sort of (not really) Friend

2006-09-06T20:21:00.000-07:00

Well after finally not posting for the longest time I am now able to once again. This post is dedicated to my old computer that I have had for two years now and I wave a fond farewell as it is going to meet its end elsewhere. Over the past few years my Windows ME has given me plenty of grief. Usually scenarios are common like this:

Me: Yes! I am almost done with my story that I'm writing! Yes, almost there and... what? *computer freezes on me and I cannot type another word*
Me: WAIT NO NOT NOW?! *Computer blows up and gives me the Blue screen of death* The Blue screen of death is an error message that appears when apparently the system is not responding, or your computer is just bad. The line usually says, "Unit system not responding please press a key to continue." *I press the spacebar and the image goes black. Two seconds later the image returns again*

I have then learned the meaning of saving and that I have to be prepared for anything at anytime. Not only did I get error messages constantly on my computer, but in order to turn on my computer I had to flip the manual switch about three times. I had come up with the reason that the computer gods were mad at me and I had to do their rituals in order to make the computer function.

When I first received the computer, I was overjoyed that I could have my own personal place to do some of my work. Unfortunately I had to learn that there was a big astris above my Dad's head when he gave it to me. Probably saying, *By accepting this computer we are not responsible for any of the computer's actions and that we are not liable for anything that occurs* This statement can also be referred *Sucks to be you*

In the end I guess I learned some of the meanings of patience from this computer and am glad that the computer gods have now awarded me with a better system. Usually now I can refer to myself and think if I can't reboot a computer, try and try again and again and again.

The Basics Plus

2006-08-01T11:41:00.000-07:00

When the morning arrives , you open up the fridge like every other day, and see light emitting from it. This light is a sign that is whispered throughout your ear saying, "Time to go grocery shopping!" Since you would obviously do this anyway because your fridge would be to packed in order for you to see the back of it. In my house, there is a simple way in order to remember what we need- create a list. Usually my older brother and myself get the call to go shopping and we have to accept the fact that without food, you can not satisfy your hunger. After returning home- usually less then thirty minutes- we continue with the rest of the day.

After having completed another job well done, we await the approval of the parentals and insist that we got everything on the list. After waiting until near six o' clock, our parents finally arrive back home. First we get the inspection of the dad, which is making sure everything is in order and asks us if we picked up the certain items he wanted. We both comply by showing him his favorite cereal, nuts, or so on. He then smiles in appreciation and snacks on one of those for nourishment, after a long day at work. Then we must take the more thorough inspection of the mom. Usually conversations can be like this.

Mom: Ok boys did you guys get everything?
Us: Yes, at least we're pretty sure.
Mom: Did you get the bananas?
Us: Yes.
Mom: Did you get the cereal that I like?
Us: Well, uh, you didn't put that on the list....
Mom: Hm. Well looks like we might need to shop again since apparently you boys didn't get everything.
Us: But...
Mom: Well since it's my day off tomorrow, we can go shopping together.
Us: Gah! sure, whatever

Meanwhile the next day while we go to another store, right as we enter the complex, I ask one simple question.
Me: Do we have a list?
Mom: No, but we can just get some of the basics.
Me in my mind: o boy

The line, "It's better safe than sorry," is always good for certain situations, and apparently it applies to grocery shopping as well. The time has finally arrived and my brother and I arrive home from another shopping escapade. This cycle usually repeats throughout the different weeks and we are somewhat glad that it exists. When the time comes and the adventure returns once more, I think in my mind, *Activating mission impossible music* "Let's roll."

Wisdom's Removal

2006-07-26T13:00:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I had my wisdom teeth removed and that was an entirely new experience for me. I was sat down in a leaned back chair and the nurses were around me. First I had a laughing gas tube that was put up my nose and shortly the doctor came in. After having the blood pressure device used on me, I had felt for a short few seconds that Darth Vader was using his choke powers on my arm saying, "I find your lack of blood disturbing." The laughing gas had calmed me down and I was in a good state. The doctor said to me, "Ok I'll just rub this alcohol in this one spot and you can clench your fist as tightly as you can for me."

As soon as he had rubbed it on I felt a very stinging injection which was like sort of the impression of being impaled by a small spear. I was thinking in my mind OW that really hurt! Not to shortly afterwards had I realized I had fallen asleep. The only words that I remembered were the nurses waking me up. I was assisted by my mom and escorted home to take it easy for the rest of the day. Since my body was nearly dead, I decided, Lord of the Rings time! I am surprised at all that I was able to stay awake throughout the whole entire movie.

After taking a rest for an hour, I read in the living room through and barely survived because our air condition has been promised to be fixed today by one of those air conditioner guys. I decided to come along and go with the car ride to pick up my dad because that was one place that actually had air conditioning. Even though I was feeling a little better, I realized that speed bumps didn't really help my stomach too much. As I thought it would, the soreness will remain for a couple of days, and then I might attempt to slowly eat harder food again. At least I do know the saying, "Time heals all wounds," and I am pretty sure that is a pretty good statement that applies to my current state.

Weedwackers vs. The Laws of Physics

2006-07-14T19:01:00.000-07:00

While preparing for a party on Tuesday, I was given one of the many chores like, "Use the weedwacker to take down those weeds so we don't look unkempt." I followed this rule as usual because I enjoy comments on a good work I have done. I put on my sunglasses to keep out residue from hitting me in the eyes and a mask covering my nose- for allergy precautions. However, I did not know what the powers of the weedwacker could fulfill and I was in for a big surprise.

I was nearing the house with the weedwacker when I heard this very odd noise. No it was not the weedwacker (even though they always are pretty annoying in making sounds.)I kept hearing the sound continue, except this time the noise was getting louder. I halted the weedwacker, and looked to the side of the house and saw an amazing -yet scary- sight. Throughout the whole window the pane was cracking and spreading fast. Although I have had a window accident before, it was nothing like this. By the size of the whole I realized that only one thing had happened; A rock.

I judged that by my angle of where I was facing with the weedwacker, a rock must have spun in a circle and had enough momentum to go flying through the window. One of Newton's laws occur in this situation. "A body in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an outside force." Unfortunately our window was the outside force. I am really happy to say that we have double pane windows, so only the first pane was broken. Now the other has somewhat shattered and looks like a big nose or a little like New Jersey. There is one important equation I have learned out of all of this ; Weedwacker+ laws of physics+ a rock = Bad news for a window and an amazing way of how teachings in class can be applied.

Dog Days

2006-07-08T19:30:00.000-07:00

When people say that these are dog days, those who don't know the meaning think that dogs are better at achieving things those days than humans would. For those who do know, the definition means that the day is so hot a dog will go under the porch and lie down to cool off as much as he can.

At times when the temperature is rising I have sometimes taken appreciation in watching the degrees rise per second. Usually the most exciting part would be when u look at the thermometer and jump for joy saying, "O ya, one hundred degrees! Who wants to go outside?" This exuberant statement of joy is left with the answer of laughter or the sounds crickets chirping.

After no one could answer your question, you usually would expect a sign in front of your door that says, Warning! Roast At Your Own Risk! Conveniently showing one of those stick figure guys on the ground emitting heat rays from his body and slowly turning into bacon.

Considering the best option, a person like myself will usually read or do something close to the fan or Air Conditioning. There is one option that I try to grasp - go swimming in a pool. Unfortunately the pool gods did not grant one of these safe havens for me, so I must make do without one. Thinking about "Dog Days" perfectly sums up what I would do if I was a dog; Go under the porch and pant.

The Fourth of July

2006-07-04T15:04:00.000-07:00

On the Fourth of July, any age can appreciate the beauty of fireworks and freedom. Youngsters do not know why their are dazzling sights on this day, but to those who do know smile and celebrate what are founding fathers have done for us. This post will be dedicated to now what is known as the "Land of the free and the home of the brave."

Going through childhood, fireworks usually scare you (I know they scared me.) Gradually though, you become aquainted with the fireworks and this is the one day where you can look forward to seeing them the most . There is always an awe that comes to you when you see fireworks. Every time they seem to differ over the years and you never lose interest. This fascination comes somewhere from inside of you, yet you don't know where.

There are many possibilities why people like fireworks:

1) People love to see explosions (action movies)
2) Seeing lights in the sky is a lot more exciting then seeing streetlights change
3) They just do
4) All of the above

Out of all the choices, I would choose number four, even though number 2 does give a good point.

For all you people out there have a good Fourth of July and enjoy the explosions! I mean.. fireworks!

From Parents With Love

2006-06-29T21:10:00.000-07:00

Parents- the very people who give you the meanings of life and lectures of what you should do with it. When a parent tells their child, "Well I think you better get a job to get money," what they really mean is "Thank goodness this kid can learn what life is like." The one thing that brings families so together is that they must disagree on what type of future they should have. When a son tells the mother, "Well I got a good job!" The maternal instinct can switch to the worst. "What is it?" she would ask. "McDonalds!"

Right at this time, the little person inside the mom is exploding. After the bombshell has been layed, this is the time where she thinks, where did I go wrong? This could be the perfect conversation of a son and his mother.

Son: Mom I get to start at McDonalds on Monday! Isn't that great?

Momtron inside mom's head: BEEP BEEP Does not compute! Does not compute! Must tell lecture of how well I have raised child and persuade to buy me a nice luxury retirement.

Mom: *Slight smile trying to be convincing* Of course sweetie!

Son: Oh no her momtron must have triggered I better run before she gives the lecture of life...

Mom: Actually sweetie, can I talk to you?

Son: *Sighs* Well fine what is it?

Mom: Do you want that to be your true job? Are you sure you can't get a better one? Can you please get a good job that pays well, I mean... Why couldn't you have picked something that you were good at? If that is your choice then you have to do your best at it .......

After this conversation ends, and the child is near the end of exhaustion and hunger, he or she will automatically make up one of the best excuses for their escape.

"Hey mom you're show's about to start!"

If this does not work, and she refuses it is on at another time or date, you say, "Well, (insert favorite place for food for parent) is open wanna go?" The parent could then accept and then tell their child how their day was at work- with business like extra information- and tell how often they had to work to finally get to their status in society today. To the child, this routine is simple and keeps thinking, "It's just another normal day."

When Ants Attack

2006-06-25T16:07:00.000-07:00

Hello all and welcome to my first post of my blog. I have heard many opinions of all sorts of blogs and most of them were very appealing to me. Well I think just to start off this blog, I will start off with a story.

Everyone has their own opinions about ants. Whether it is bad or good or somewhere in between, you know there is a greater evil above your opinions; They eat your food. Personally, I don't approve of ants because every single place where water or food is, your little friends are there to meet you. When I was little, I really didn't think that ants were so bad. Usually I squirted them with a water gun and jumped around in glee from my victory. One day when I was told to water the plants outside while the sun was setting, I felt a tingling sensation on my arms and legs.

Looking down I observed what seemed like a colony of ants that were waging war against me. After realizing that shooting water back would be futile, I quickly fled in retreat. Since that time I learned that ants- when in times of hunger or thirst- need to mooch off the human supply of sustenance. To me this gives more of an incentive to protect my house at all costs. Everyone must remember though one statement that can assist getting rid of ants.

"Remember only you can prevent ant attacks" - Arny the exterminator ( not a real person)

With this in mind, always be observant because you know that your friends are always near.