Dreamescape

Life's been pretty good. In swim team last Thursday, I swam with my heart beat racing, trivial to all outdoor connections to oxygen. My heart beat 200 bpm as I backstroked eight times before a single breath. On every (25 yard) edge, I flipped over with the courageous support of my fellow teammates: Mac Holmes, Jude Krass, Nate Green, and many others. Each turn was made in succession to my last, a surplus building of muscle tension stressed on my main core muscles. Turning over to my belly as I touched the electronic touchpad, I had reached the finish line! I got out of the pool with a broad grin. Someone then broke the silence,  "YOU WERE D.Q.ED!!!" All the effort made up to this point had no significance? The happiness turned into a silent volcano, but instead of lava, all that flowed was the silent pity of stupidity. I was disqualified because I had flipped over on my belly. What would Mr. Gates (my coach) say? To make matters worse, Daniel Rivi...

I couldn't go to Justin Kang's house today under my mother's harsh commands, but I got to watch The Green Hornet. I was really looking forward to see the movie ever since its trailer was released, but the movie needs some refurnishing at some points, such as so called "3D effects" which played no fancy for my eye nor brain's dazzlement. My mom said that one time she saw black people attempting to rob a store with a gun and that my dad and uncle have been face to face with the gun barrel lodged at their face. It contributes to her semi-racist theology toward african americans in the USA. Unfortunetly, myself also. But I don't think anyone should, under any circumstance, target an individual race, but the individual in the race. 1/23/11 -  10:37:10 PM