Traditions

To kick things off, calle ocho(8th street) is not just a local place for prostitution. In fact, 8th street holds a very famous festival every year. People come to this festival to represent their heritage. Although the festival was originated by Cubans, all types of latin americans participate. For example, Columbians, Hundurans, Chileans, etc... The best part about the festival is the music and the food. I love the fact that I can eat foods from different cultures. Also, the live performances are great.
If you havent been to this festival you might want to prepare for something extremely new. My first time attending the festival I was so overwhelmed because there was so much people, millions! Also, its really really loud. Its not the normal environment. Its a huge part and people want to have fun and represent there heritage.
I suggest you have some Peptobismol it your fridge. If you're a pig like me that eats anything and everything, prepare for some heavy duty stomach aches. Over 50 cultures equals over 50 different types of food. Just think about that. At this festival every culture serves its famous dishes. If you love food then you will love the festival. You can smell the food from blocks away. Satisfaction garuanteed.

The Beatles

I dont know many people my age that listen to The Beatles. I really dont know why. I guess its not "cool" if you listen to them. I have never seen anyone on myspace with any Beatles' song but me. Usually guys have some "gangster" sh** and girls have some T.I. sh**. I have no problem with that cause I change songs weekly; I've had T.I and "ganster" sh** on my profile, but still I have no shame of putting The Beatles on my profile. I dont know if you've ever heard any of their songs, but all I know is that their songs carry different meanings. I can bet that you wouldnt know what "Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds" stands for or "Strawberry Fields Forever." Even the titles of the songs have meanings. Like I said previously in the other blogs, whenever I listen to good music I get goosebumps and almost every song from the The Beatles gives them to me. I just dont understand why barely any young people listen to The Beatles.

Music

Music is one of the top ten things I need in order to live happy and healthy. I literally listen to any time of music. I do have my favorites and such but i dont "hate" or "dislike" any type of music. When i hear music I just do not listen to it but I also try to get "inside" of it. Whenever I hear a song and I get goosebumps I know that it is an amazing song. Ever since I was about four years old I began to feel for music. My mom tells me that I used to be stuck to the radio as a little boy. Now that im older I have a "connection" with music. It has inspired me so much that i currently sing and have a group. I sing R-n-B and rap. It may not be the best but I do put my effort into it. Im more gifted in my writing than rapping. We are now working on R-n-B. The songs we have now are "personal" songs. These songs have a million hidden messages to a couple of people that used to be our friends. Although they my sound funny or have a lot of weird sayings, its really deep. For instance, we say "Coon" many times and to us that means a fake person. Also, you might hear "a horse" and thats a girl we once met. These so called "friends" we used to have are pure narcissist. Thus, we decided to "burn" them. Now we're looking foward to making more serious songs like the last one Cmon Girl. Well I hope you enjoy.

A Song I Wrote

Cmon Girl (if youre interested to hear it go to http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=391288668 music profile) some songs contain "bad" language

5.18.07
was the day i got a glimpse of heaven
so sweet so fine
reminiscing all the time
being by her side
knowing that it hasnt died
i just wanna hold her hand
take her to my dream land
take her on a fligh
tholding her tigh
tCus we going on a trip
full of bliss
awaiting her kiss
My lips
her lips a perfect kiss
and i know this
cus everytime
i get the butterflies
let me try to improvise
when i look in her eyes
i see the love
but the best part
it was undreamed of

As I wake by your side
My feelings for you they can not hide
I wanna touch your face in the morning light
Being with you feels so right
You make me feel like a king
Like being inside an awesome
dream
Although it is real
that I know
As the love that surrounds us continues to grow
and I think of what the future holds...
Marriage, children, us growing old
And as I lay, with you my dear
I'm just so glad you're mine you're here
You're my heart, my soul, my treasure
My today, my tomorrow, my forever
nonetheless this is it
complete hapiness

Identity

Identity is something that I keep hidden. I think you cannot categorize me according to how I dress because I dress casual. My wallet just says a couple things about me. I have money and I graduated from South Miami Senior High. Other than that, it does not say much. The only way to discover my identity is through me or walking inside my room. I believe that identity is really important in the sense that it can benefit you or hurt you. It is something everyone should be careful about. People can be so harcore that just by the music you listen to they will ignore you or treat you bad. Same goes with what you wear. It is something that aggrivates me because why does someone have to care about how so and so dresses? Thus, it is why I keep it a secret.

First Day Of College

Just as I expected! Freedom! I chose my teachers,classes, and time. In high school I never received such a service. Anyways, my first day I arrived 20 minutes early and that was terrible because I was so nervous. The butterflies were killing me inside. Also, I didnt see any familiar faces. But, being nervous is natural and I really didnt mind seeing strangers. I was really pleased with my first class. After such great start, I was really looking foward to begin my second class. Although it was English, it turned out quite well. Math was next and I was really worried because even though its my favorite subject,its also my weakest. Well, it actually turned out great. The material was very familiar so I had no concerns. My last class was humanities. I arrived late and there were no seats despite it being an auditorium. I was overwhelmed because there were about 112 students. But, for the most part it went by smoothly. The teacher is hilarious! In all my classes I was given a syllabus which gave me the details about the course. Thats great because I know whats expected of me. College is so much better than high school. My first day was amazing! It couldnt have been better.

My Passion

I hear the audible.... the call is for me.
I execute my route.... it comes for me.
I hear no sound.... all eyes on me.
With many spins.... all eyes on thee.
I reach with all my might.... my hands are on thee.
I hear a roar... they cheer for me.
Yet again.... I hear no sound you see.
As he comes to me....another obstacle i see.
I evade him.... Elusive i may be.
Yet another roar.... all eyes on me.
I know where im headed.... success is all i see.
Defeat!.... is not an option for me.
Can i make it?...I question me.
I leave everyone behind.... my team and enemy.
However.... i carry thee.
For i may never let you go.... you are my life you see.
I cross the plane.... with thee.
A tremendous roar.... i hear for me.
I've been seeking you.... for you are my destiny.
You have never failed me.... a brother you are to me.
For you are football.... and i will always love thee!