HEART STATION

Today was the day that Xuxa was burried, 2 days after her death. It was far more difficult seeing all that dirt being thrown over her coffin than actually seeing her lying dead on my nieghbor’s garden. We got to the cemetery and asked the lady there where Xuxa was. She pointed out the way and we got to a room where a white dog was enveloped with a red blanket on top of a table, but Xuxa isn’t white, so it couldn’t have been her. My mother looked at the wooden box beside the dog and when she peeked into it, all of us began to sob and cry. There she was, with lots of flowers lying on top of her. We looked at her, my mother pet her head for the last time and with that last image of her, we sealed the coffin. We went outside to look where she’d be burried. Following the indications of the lady, we awaited, looking at the deep whole where our beloved cat would remain from now on.

We talked for a while, crying and sobbing, until the man came out with her coffin. I looked at it and squeaked, then the tears wouldn’t stop coming, I think I was never that sad in my whole life, I have never cried that much ever. The man placed her inside the whole and began bringing the dirt to fill the whole. It was a painful process for me. So painful that I wouldn’t stop crying loudly all the time. Just the thought of only having that depressing grave to look at whenever I thought about her was a nightmare. No more of her sexyness when she was laying down on the floor all elegant. No more listening to her nails scratching the carboard beds we put out for her to sleep in, no more of her entering the house quickly after we open the door so she can go down to the room where her last litter of kittens was born. No more unity between she and her daughter, Pakita. No more dressing her up in adorable outfits. No more Xuxa, the wonderful cat that won’t ever be replaced.

I took notice of all of that during the whole burrying. It was only then that it actually striked me that she’s really dead and that this is it. When I found her for the first time, it took me about 2 minutes to start crying because I was in shock, it was so sudden, and to think that if she wasn’t at the wrong place at the wrong time, she would still be here, wonderful and fantastic as she had always been. I’ll never forget her adorable habits and how special she is. She shouldn’t have gone away this way, I’ll miss her forever.

Christmas eve is already here and soon we all are going to be opening presents (Well, not so much, since it’s like 10 in the morning right now and we’re only opening our presents at midnight), which really is the point of Christmas. So, anyways… I just wanted to wish y’all a very merry Christmas and that y’all get many, many gifts. Many of you have made me SO happy this year, even people I’ve never met personally and who have commented on my blog and have let me know what they thought about certain interests they have or more information on what I have written about. Thank you once again!

So, I have decorated our “Christmas area” of our living room and I’m really proud of it, so I decided to take a picture of it and show it to y’all. Oh, by the way, I ain’t no hillbilly/hayseed/bumpkin/yokel, I just like writing with these terms (Such as “y’all” and “ain’t”) because they’re words I don’t use often and I think they’re real weird so I use them because of that. Well, here’s the tree for my compact-sized Christmas:

This month has been terrible, no time for myself, only to work on projects, homework, study for tests, and my grades still aren’t that high, of course, my grade for english hadn’t only depended on me, so I do have an excuse for that (Group project, big part of our grade, late work, C+) and I feel like I’m about to explode, and since my body no longer has the time to create blood and feed my organs and develop my brain, only to work and study, the only thing that’ll burst out of me is the empty air that seems to fill my soul when my consience isn’t feeling guilty for having either late work, a bad grade, a load of homework ahead of me, or a long, boring assignment due the next day. Before it was like:

“So, what do we have for homework?”

“Just some reading for portuguese, math homework and some history questions!”

But now it’s like:

“So, what do we have for homework?”

“Let me check the list, here it is:
Science: All section reviews from chapter 3 AND a quiz
Math: pg. 196; Maintaning skills
Portuguese: Read from page 55 till the end of the book AND a test that’ll decide your grade ’till the end of the quarter
History: Extra credit, questions 1-5 on the sheet of paper he gave us AND a test that’ll decide our grades ’till the end of the quarter
English: Reading log, Current events, Opening statement, bible-reading
Health: Comic Strip
That’s it! Wow, we do have a lot of homework, don’t we?” [Person faints]

I’m sick of it! I don’t want anymore homework, we even have homework and tests scheduled the day before our class trip, we’re gonna have to study while we put our things together, now… teachers are expecting WAY too much from us, they’re supposed to know that lessons are taught at school, NOT at home! I’m just so mad, angry, heavy-consience-d and… depressed.

This weekend, we went to “The Royal Palm Plaza” to celebrate my sister’s birthday, which was yesterday, she invited 6 of her friends to come too, and I gotta tell you, only 3 of these friends are trustworthy, faithful and real friends, the others showed themselves to be either bitchy, jealous, or competitive people, it was hell spending 2 days with them… I don’t mean to talk bad about them, so I won’t identify them… But I’ll tell a little bit about each of the jealous girls:

L: She just makes me angry. She thinks she’s the best, and spent the night ordering room service, and eating from the bar thing in the room, half of the price for both days was all on her. Not to mention that she lived talking bad about all the other girls… As she ordered all the dishes and ate everything in the bar thingy, she disturbed other clients by phoning them and say that their fiancé forgot their underwear at her house or something. She also thinks she knows us when she doesn’t, so she talks bad about us behind our backs, or right in front of us… and ya’ll know what I feel about that.

E: She’s the competitive one. As soon as we got there, she told my mother that her mother would also do her birthday there, and that it must be cheap. My mother’s reply: “Sure, but I don’t think your mother will find it cheap, each room costs R$ 800.” Later on, for her birthday, my sister got a mini Yorkshire named Nina, she’s real cute, but I think that we have enough pets, and my sister’s acting real bitchy with her, I bet that 2 weeks later she won’t even care for her… So, anyways, E phoned her mother right away and asked for a mini yorkshire as well, and to every person that held Nina, she would say that her mother’s buying her one just like that, just trying to steal all the attention.

F: She’s real bitchy. We invited her and she keeps on calling my sister names, shouting at her and slowing all the other girls down. Today, every girl was up, dressed and ready to have breakfast, and she was sleeping, saying that she was tired and needed more sleep, SO DID EVERYBODY ELSE! GET OVER IT! And she also tries to call attention towards her by shouting at everyone and saying she has a crisis, and she’s just SO annoying… First of all, we invited her, we hardly even know her, we were just trying to be polite, and yet, she doesn’t say thank you or anything, she told us that to her, the best part was the dog… THE DOG WASN’T A PART, IT WAS A GIFT…

The other girls were excellent. They always participated, tried to make friends, they were very polite, and they were friends we knew for years and admired, it was only a good weekend because of them, they really were fantastic, they never complained or anything… If my sister wishes to invite anyone else to her next birthday besides them, I’ll eat the other invitations myself.

Today was one of my neighbor’s birthday. These days, this family of Koreans moved into my condominum, and they study at the same school as my sister and I do, and I think Ms. Coggio knows one of them, his name is Woody.

Yesterday, Woody invited me to his sister’s birthday, which was today, and it really was a unique experience! I loved it. Their house is beautiful, and I really got to experience how it was to live in Asia, I’ll tell you step by step how it went.

First, we took our shoes near the door, and when we got in, we could see this row of flipflops and light shoes alligned at the corner of the stairs, each flipflop had its own step, in the corner near the wall. I felt like I just entered a portal into one of the anime series I loved so much, like “Cardcaptor Sakura,” she always took her shoes at the door and quickly dressed one of her flipflops whenever she was coming into her house! I looked at the entrance of the house, and soon it was time to have some lunch, so we came up to the pool, where they had the table set, full of yummy Korean food, and I gotta tell you, it was DELICIOUS, they had chicken, meat with these veggies in them, Korean yakisoba, and I got to show them my ability in eating with chop sticks! The chicken had a unique flavor, it wasn’t sweet nor salty, it was like in between salty and sweet, and it was DELICIOUS, so was the yakisoba, which had similar taste to sushi, but it still had the unforgettable taste of the typical fried noodles we all know and love, the meat was also DELICIOUS, it had these pieces of vegetables in the middle, and it was kind of “hamburger-y,” making it round and soft, I gotta tell, it was one hell of a lunch! I felt like was really in Asia! I also got to see how they lived, Jennifer’s (Woody’s sister) pillow had these little pieces in it other than feather, and it was very comfortable, her bed was very beauiful, and so was he room, she is the cutest thing, and SO lovable, she just completed 5 years of age today, happy birthday Jennifer! She really loves Aydeé (My sister), everytime she sees Aydeé, she goes to her and hugs her, it’s the sweetest thing!

I loved today, it was very nice to know a different culture, compliment the cooks on their marvelous food, and just to take a little glimpse on how they live, it’s really something special, especiall because we don’t know them very much and they still wanted us to be there in such an important day! I loved it!

I think something should be done against little brothers and sisters. I don’t undrstand mine. Her immaturity just gets me so angry that I could just bite off her neck someday.

Once, Mrs. Herrera (I think I mentioned her before, our advisory teacher) told me that I had a very strong sense of justice, and I, not trying to show off, of course, agree with her. We were talking about some issues I had with another classmate and I told her what I thought was the situation for him/her (I won’t mention the name), I was actually very mature and I was able to show off my sense of justice. Well, today, I couldn’t be angrier with my sister, and it’s all this damn sense of justice’s falt.

My sister is too immature for 6th grade, when I was her age, I got my own good grades, I did my own homework, I did everything by myself (I think I should re-think about having “dependent” describe me). But, unlike me, she expects my mother to do all her reading, all her homework, and all everything, it’s her way of proving she wants ME to do all HER homework, she knows my mother doesn’t speak english, and the first person she’d call to help would be me. I made it very clear that I didn’t want to be her teacher, I’m in 8th grade, I have homework for the week and homework for the weekend and she expects me to tutor this lazy 6th grader. My sister should be able to at least write the word “psychopath” by now, since, until this day, it’s the word that best describes her.

When I walked into my room today, I saw all her things on top of the mattress (The mattress is the only thing in the room, because of the redecoration that’s taking place) and on the floor, were fragments of a big sticky notes block, which is purple and has lines in them, I only write special things in them, so I was saving them in this little bag that Cary gave me in third grade. My sister got half of that block of sticky notes, to throw away and leave it all on MY room’s floor, who does she think she is? I can barely enter her room, even with it having nothing in it, and she can make a living out of mine? her laptop was on the mattress, her backpack too, she unplugged my laptop to put on a radio (Come on, any person would know that a laptop plays music) and that’s not even half of what I saw, to me it was like a crime. I couldn’t stand it, as I saw the mark of whatever she was doing in the remaining block, I saw a scribble going down the page, that pissed me off even more, she wasted half a block scribbling? she WASTED my block scribbling, I swear to you, if there was a knife nearby, you wouldn’t see her in school tomorrow. I know that it’s a very childish reason to kill a sister, in which you all think is cute and innocent, funny and all, but if she’s anything at all, she’s irresponsible, immature, a hypocrite and any other word in that “genre” of words. I got everything that she had in my room, threw it out the door, and slammed the door (Of course I never threw the laptop, nor the radio) and I also felt like salvaging through all her materials and throw every purple sticky note I found, but I already slammed the door… and my outro was perfect, I seemed depressed, furious and dangerous, that’s the impression I wanted to cause, and before all the throwing and slamming, I screamed and interrupted her “homework” or whatever slacking off homework means.

I can’t believe tomorrow will be the first day of school… it’ll be the beginning of our freedom’s demise. We won’t be able to sleep late, watch morning TV shows, browse continously in the internet for stupid things because we have nothing to do, download music all day long, and many other things. I know that I complain about the same things on and on, but it’s just how I am.

Tomorrow’s the first day of school, and I’m leaving to download Utada’s albums for today, I don’t know why, and you don’t know how long it takes to download a COMPLETE album through “Frostwire.” It took me TWO days to download Fergie’s album (Which by the way, was so last year, the album is not worth it, these TWO days were wasted.) BUT, I didn’t finish yet… The worst part, no not the worst part, the worst FRIKIN’ part is the part which I have to wait for busy hosts. I finally found good quality music from the original album (Not recorded through a radio on a tape recorder) and I have to wait on frikin’ busy hosts, I mean, what’s the deal with them? They gotta stop being bust and become normal hosts, and gimme all their files so I can listen to good music, geez, damn you busy hosts.

(Pause to realize how stressed I am and how my breakout will damage my image for all busy hosts throughout the planet)

I guess all this stress is because of the school-day-to-come. I already cleaned out all the accumulated junk from my kit and now it’s less fat and a lot cleaner, with no staples everywhere, or any stapler for that matter, anyway, I’m ready for tomorrow’s battle, because I know my friends will be my army to face the boredome, stress, and finally, LACK OF JPOP.

I can kiss goodbye for my precious freedom, and once again, hello to the busy hosts I’ll be facing to download my precious music (By the way, if you’re a dedicated Utada fan, you’d know that “Precious” is also one of her albums from when she was known as “Cubic U”)

I love vacation because I can do one thing: Nothing. I spend all my time just in front of the TV while I play games in my laptop. I also have my special TV series schedule, since, when in school days, I can’t watch some of these series because they’re in the morning. Every vacation of mine there are series that makes me want to spend my vacation sitting on the couch just watching them. This vacation, I wanna watch “The Nanny” all day long, it’s like one of the best series EVER! If any of you don’t know what I’m talking about, you SO gotta watch it! Well, returning to what I was talkin’ about… in previous vacations I got addicted to “Gilmore Girls” and “Sex and the City.” I loved “Gilmore Girls” before, now I’m not a big fan, since it can get us tired sometimes, but I never got tired of “Sex and the City.” It was in Miami that I started watching it, it went on late at night, I don’t know how late, I was still getting used to the difference in time, so I slept a lot later… I remember keeping a package of life savers while I watched TV, it was so much fun, my sister watched it too, don’t worry, she’s mentally prepared for what went on in the series, and whenever I thought something was gonna happen, I changed the channel, so don’t think I’m an irresponsible brother, she watches “Jerry Springer” anyways. Well, we spent the whole night watching Carrie’s adventures through the streets of New York, and then we watched another show that passed after that, named “Daisy Does America” to some, it’s a stupid show, to others, who don’t know it and just read the title, it’s an inapropriate show, but it’s not that, it’s about this woman, Daisy who goes around America looking for different groups of people and see what they do, and then for some time, she would try to become part of that group, for example, once she met this rapper group, she spent some days with that group, dressing like they do, and doing what they do, here in Brazil, we have a similar show named “Tribos” or “Tribes” in English. Another series that I enjoy watching this vacation is “America’s Next Top Model,” just like Ms. Coggio stated: “I don’t know exactly why ANTM rules my life in America….Somewhere between their luxury accomodations, their fabulously girly insecurities, and the Tyra Mail I just lose myself.” and right after that best-1-hour-of-the-best-thing-of-the-week, I watch Desperate Housewives, Wednesday is SO the best day of the week (For now at least…).

I love vacation for this reason, we can watch how many TV shows we feel like watching, and no one to judge us, it’s vacation after all!