Saturday, January 01, 2005
i forgot to post this
December 24, 2004
Christmas Eve
Blink 182 describes with unique beauty and truth how I feel towards Christmas:
(I wont be becoming home for Christmas – Blink 182)
(People singing Christmas songs – la la la la la)
(heavy drums and guitar)
Outside the carol singers start to sing
I cant describe the joy they bring
Cuz joy is something they don’t bring me
My girlfriend is by my side
____ sickles of ice
Their winie voices get irritating
Its Christmas time again!
So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they will waste
God I hate these Satan’s helpers
And then I guess I must have snapped
Cuz I grabbed the baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter
Its Christmas time, again
Its time to be nice to the people
you cant stand all year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get me down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
And we’ll stop here!
A few days ago I was shopping at Nationals (well, my mom was. I was waiting for her) and they wouldn’t stop playing these stupid Christmas songs!! And they weren’t the good old Christmas songs (yes, the ones you’ve heard so many time you want to kill Santa, all the elves and yourself when you have to hear it again) – those would have been ok. But no! They were playing modern Christmas songs. Like something in Spanish/English where I could picture the disgusting fat dancers shaking their butts and touching the equally disgusting singer. Oh gosh…
I was begging my mom to leave that store.
I hate all the singers who have a Christmas CD. I honestly do. DO YOU NEED CHRISTMAS TO SELL YOUR CD?! Are you got good enough? Are you not confident enough in your talent that you need Santa’s help to sell your CDs?
Oh and there’s Santa… S-A-N-T-A what other word can these letters form? Hmmm
Today I saw a doll of a black santa. I told myself when I have my own house I am gonna buy and leave it out all year. I desire to crush these fascists and their CocaCola Santa Claus!
If at least I was still a kid and got gifts from all the grown ups… At least I can still rely on my mom to buy gifts for everyone. Oh… I fear the day I will have to do all my own Christmas shopping.
At h. college the girls were obsessed with Christmas and Christmas songs, and Christmas decoration and everything related to Christmas! Thankfully my wonderful roommate isn’t a fanatic too. There is not a single Christmas thing in our room. Oh I love her! The day after thanksgiving all you could hear were stupid little Christmas songs coming from each room… and oh, as if that wasn’t enough – THEY JUST HAD TO SING ALONG!
All for what? For one day and a half (Christmas Eve and Christmas Day).
What about the Christmas decorations?! Oh my!! That isn’t cute! It isn’t fun! It is ugly!!! Full size glow in the dark dolls are NOT cool. They are freaky. Gigantic plastic snowmen aren’t cool. All the cute little Christmas lights can make people wonder if its really nighttime aren’t cool either!
Sad… Such a waste of money… So I just sit down, look down at all this, throw my head back and laugh!
My Christmas Eve and Brazilian Immigrants
I am not as bitter as I sound – I promise. Its just fun to bash the American obsession with Christmas (and then remember that in Brazil people even have fake snow so they can be more like the Americans!).
Right now its 10:54 and there’s only one guest here. All the people haven’t come yet. We are tired. I thought people would be more eager to come. This is why:
This is Mount Vernon – a black neighborhood in Westchester County, NY. If you’re not black, you’re Hispanic (or Brazilian). If you are Brazilian you don’t really talk to the blacks or the Hispanics. You pretend you are way better than them.
All the people in Brazil who were brave enough to come here, came here. And now they are here. Away from their families (some lucky one built a family here, or they were able to bring their entire families with them). There are single moms and their loud spoiled kids and bachelors. They are all here, in America. Lonely, cold and poor. They cant speak English, they are probably not gonna get rich like they thought they would and they are petrified of the “immigration people.” Why not come to this stinking dinner then? Arent your kids hungry and tired? We are not a restaurant! We are real people cooking Christmas dinner for you! Because we care! (well, I don’t)
(stupid Letty was hungry. We was crying – mooooom moooooom I am hungryyyyyyyyyyy. Her mom is cooking dinner for 15 people. Eventually her mom brought her food and she ate it as she blindly watched TV. When she was done she just yelled for her mom again – moooooooom moooooooooom. Her mom comes, like a slave – yes honey do you want some more? I will bring you more rice and some meat. Letty protests: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO just riiiiiiiice. That’s all she eats. Her mom comes back with more rice, Letty complains that she is cold and that she is sick. No, she’s not, I am, but hey, if she can fake the symptoms, she is sick too! So her mom closes the window and leaves. Thank God for my laptop and my earphones)
When they left Brazil they probably felt really brave. But now that they are here they are chicken shit. They are just one more illegal immigrant. I feel so sorry for them. I ad mire them so much. Maybe AC or Ahigo could make a movie about these people. The husbands become alcoholics because they cant take the pressure. The kids become little gringos and never adapt to Brazil. The mothers work like slaves. The parents never learn English. The kids yell at them for not speaking English correctly. They feel cold like never before, rent becomes a problem. What about a babysitter? What to do with the kids over the summer?
God bless their souls.
I just ate, now I want to sleep. But my mom and I sleep in the living room. And well, the living room is the living room. And the doorbell just rang. Its 11:27pm! What’s up with these people!?
Tomorrow we are going to my cousin Bobby’s house, we’ve been with Letty and her mom for too long. (insert proverb about smelly fish and visitors). And maybe oh… maybe they will invite “the girls” to have Christmas lunch with us! They are all having dinner together tonight… I wish I was there. The girls made dinner and invited them over.
I am so glad I took a nap in the afternoon.
11:44pm and the party has just begun. There’s a woman videotaping the girls playing, and since I am sitting next to them I think I am next… In Brazil kids wait till after midnight to unwrap their gifts. Here they wait until the morning of the 25th. At least that’s how they do it in the movies… But sometimes in Brazil, if we behaved well and if we were clearly tired we were allowed to unwrap them earlier. But now that I think about it, I don’t remember having to wait till midnight. I was either really well behaved or pretty spoiled. I think I was both.
I was a good kid. And the more I talk/try to talk to kids, I realize how unique I was. My parents always took me to restaurants and I always behaved – I NEVER ran around the restaurant or cried like monster. I knew what quiet meant. (well, now that I think about it, I’ve always been really scared of my mom. Now it all makes sense!!! I wasn’t well behaved!! I was scared!!! LOL)
I am sooo sleepy. If I have to stay up late I will, but I need some kind of encouragement: good food, entertainment, fun, sex or alcohol. Oh… I am so funny when I am tired!!
Christmas Eve
Blink 182 describes with unique beauty and truth how I feel towards Christmas:
(I wont be becoming home for Christmas – Blink 182)
(People singing Christmas songs – la la la la la)
(heavy drums and guitar)
Outside the carol singers start to sing
I cant describe the joy they bring
Cuz joy is something they don’t bring me
My girlfriend is by my side
____ sickles of ice
Their winie voices get irritating
Its Christmas time again!
So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they will waste
God I hate these Satan’s helpers
And then I guess I must have snapped
Cuz I grabbed the baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter
Its Christmas time, again
Its time to be nice to the people
you cant stand all year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get me down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
And we’ll stop here!
A few days ago I was shopping at Nationals (well, my mom was. I was waiting for her) and they wouldn’t stop playing these stupid Christmas songs!! And they weren’t the good old Christmas songs (yes, the ones you’ve heard so many time you want to kill Santa, all the elves and yourself when you have to hear it again) – those would have been ok. But no! They were playing modern Christmas songs. Like something in Spanish/English where I could picture the disgusting fat dancers shaking their butts and touching the equally disgusting singer. Oh gosh…
I was begging my mom to leave that store.
I hate all the singers who have a Christmas CD. I honestly do. DO YOU NEED CHRISTMAS TO SELL YOUR CD?! Are you got good enough? Are you not confident enough in your talent that you need Santa’s help to sell your CDs?
Oh and there’s Santa… S-A-N-T-A what other word can these letters form? Hmmm
Today I saw a doll of a black santa. I told myself when I have my own house I am gonna buy and leave it out all year. I desire to crush these fascists and their CocaCola Santa Claus!
If at least I was still a kid and got gifts from all the grown ups… At least I can still rely on my mom to buy gifts for everyone. Oh… I fear the day I will have to do all my own Christmas shopping.
At h. college the girls were obsessed with Christmas and Christmas songs, and Christmas decoration and everything related to Christmas! Thankfully my wonderful roommate isn’t a fanatic too. There is not a single Christmas thing in our room. Oh I love her! The day after thanksgiving all you could hear were stupid little Christmas songs coming from each room… and oh, as if that wasn’t enough – THEY JUST HAD TO SING ALONG!
All for what? For one day and a half (Christmas Eve and Christmas Day).
What about the Christmas decorations?! Oh my!! That isn’t cute! It isn’t fun! It is ugly!!! Full size glow in the dark dolls are NOT cool. They are freaky. Gigantic plastic snowmen aren’t cool. All the cute little Christmas lights can make people wonder if its really nighttime aren’t cool either!
Sad… Such a waste of money… So I just sit down, look down at all this, throw my head back and laugh!
My Christmas Eve and Brazilian Immigrants
I am not as bitter as I sound – I promise. Its just fun to bash the American obsession with Christmas (and then remember that in Brazil people even have fake snow so they can be more like the Americans!).
Right now its 10:54 and there’s only one guest here. All the people haven’t come yet. We are tired. I thought people would be more eager to come. This is why:
This is Mount Vernon – a black neighborhood in Westchester County, NY. If you’re not black, you’re Hispanic (or Brazilian). If you are Brazilian you don’t really talk to the blacks or the Hispanics. You pretend you are way better than them.
All the people in Brazil who were brave enough to come here, came here. And now they are here. Away from their families (some lucky one built a family here, or they were able to bring their entire families with them). There are single moms and their loud spoiled kids and bachelors. They are all here, in America. Lonely, cold and poor. They cant speak English, they are probably not gonna get rich like they thought they would and they are petrified of the “immigration people.” Why not come to this stinking dinner then? Arent your kids hungry and tired? We are not a restaurant! We are real people cooking Christmas dinner for you! Because we care! (well, I don’t)
(stupid Letty was hungry. We was crying – mooooom moooooom I am hungryyyyyyyyyyy. Her mom is cooking dinner for 15 people. Eventually her mom brought her food and she ate it as she blindly watched TV. When she was done she just yelled for her mom again – moooooooom moooooooooom. Her mom comes, like a slave – yes honey do you want some more? I will bring you more rice and some meat. Letty protests: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO just riiiiiiiice. That’s all she eats. Her mom comes back with more rice, Letty complains that she is cold and that she is sick. No, she’s not, I am, but hey, if she can fake the symptoms, she is sick too! So her mom closes the window and leaves. Thank God for my laptop and my earphones)
When they left Brazil they probably felt really brave. But now that they are here they are chicken shit. They are just one more illegal immigrant. I feel so sorry for them. I ad mire them so much. Maybe AC or Ahigo could make a movie about these people. The husbands become alcoholics because they cant take the pressure. The kids become little gringos and never adapt to Brazil. The mothers work like slaves. The parents never learn English. The kids yell at them for not speaking English correctly. They feel cold like never before, rent becomes a problem. What about a babysitter? What to do with the kids over the summer?
God bless their souls.
I just ate, now I want to sleep. But my mom and I sleep in the living room. And well, the living room is the living room. And the doorbell just rang. Its 11:27pm! What’s up with these people!?
Tomorrow we are going to my cousin Bobby’s house, we’ve been with Letty and her mom for too long. (insert proverb about smelly fish and visitors). And maybe oh… maybe they will invite “the girls” to have Christmas lunch with us! They are all having dinner together tonight… I wish I was there. The girls made dinner and invited them over.
I am so glad I took a nap in the afternoon.
11:44pm and the party has just begun. There’s a woman videotaping the girls playing, and since I am sitting next to them I think I am next… In Brazil kids wait till after midnight to unwrap their gifts. Here they wait until the morning of the 25th. At least that’s how they do it in the movies… But sometimes in Brazil, if we behaved well and if we were clearly tired we were allowed to unwrap them earlier. But now that I think about it, I don’t remember having to wait till midnight. I was either really well behaved or pretty spoiled. I think I was both.
I was a good kid. And the more I talk/try to talk to kids, I realize how unique I was. My parents always took me to restaurants and I always behaved – I NEVER ran around the restaurant or cried like monster. I knew what quiet meant. (well, now that I think about it, I’ve always been really scared of my mom. Now it all makes sense!!! I wasn’t well behaved!! I was scared!!! LOL)
I am sooo sleepy. If I have to stay up late I will, but I need some kind of encouragement: good food, entertainment, fun, sex or alcohol. Oh… I am so funny when I am tired!!
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