The missing post...

A lot of you may not know me personally and that's why I am writing this. I believe only two people know this about me, Uriel Salinas and Zulema Salinas. *chuckle*... I actually thought that my so called brother would have had a little more sympathy for me when I told him this but I was mistaken. This person I spent my whole childhood with had disappeared. He seems to have just walked away and forgotten everything he once loved. This new person he has become, I don't know. Zulema on the other hand, talked to me about this problem I had. She comforted me in a way. She still does to this day even though we don't talk about it. She is just there for me whenever I need her. Growing up as a child I noticed I was different. I wasn't like all of the other boys that chased around all of the girls around and I wasn't one of the little kids in the family that looked up to their older brother. I actually grew looking up to my two older sisters and playing childhood games on my street; such as "El Paso, Texas". My Best Friend back then was Uri. He and I were very close and we would always sleep over each other's house. Hanging out with him and my other friends changed everything. It made me forget all of the wrong in my head. This wrong came from my mother and her Bible, the Bible that kept my mind running without stops, the Bible that lead me to believe I was not meant to be alive. It started with my mother telling me that homosexuality was wrong and her taking me and my sister to church every week. Those words that came out of my mothers mouth thad day never left me. I fought myself over and over trying to think what was wrong with me and why I was like this and finally came to a conclusion. I took the fist opportunity I had and tried to end the horrid suffering I was dealing with. I was home alone and knew what I had to do. I opened my room door and walked into the kitchen. I looked for the kitchen blade I had always seen my mom cutting chicken with. I found it and tried to think for a second but nothing came to my head. I raised the blade up to my chest and probably stood there for about an hour. I slowly pushed the blade's point against my chest and cried. I cried because I didnt know why god made me this way or why I was even born. Still standing, I heard the door open. I hurried and placed the blade back where it belonged. My mother came in and asked what I was doing. Lying, I told her I was just looking for something to eat. I scurried back to my room and thought for hours. I cried myself to sleep that night. I tried again a couple of times but they were all failed attempts. This is what I told my so called brother, Uri. After telling him this and getting the cheap, fake sympathy, I knew he was gone. I know he and I still have a bond but maybe just not as strong. This has been a factor to my recent Shitty Feelings. Oh well. I just hope I get better. Till laters.

The Brother I Never Knew..

It was pretty sick tonight. I went bowling with a bunch of my family and just had fun. Played a couple games of pool and beat all of their asses. Here are a couple of pics of my bro. He has the same name by the way. He was acting kinda weird idk why but he wanted to show off his tattoo too but it didnt show in the pic. He's from somewhere around Yuma and Cali. Im not sure where but yeah. Mofo's short haha. I guess the only other time I met him was when I was in his arms. He's my father's other son.

Bitch ass cops...

Cops always try to pull you over for the stupidest reasons. Second time in two months that a cop tried to stop me for traffic laws I was supposedly not obeying. This time it was failing to yield at a stop sign. Well he was nice enough to let me go so I guess all cops arent that bad.

Last Night's Dream was Insane!!!

It started with the crisis siren sounding. Everybody knew what it meant, even though I'm pretty sure no one has ever heard it in real life. Panicking, I ran down my street and met up with my friend. I wish I knew who this friends was because all I could see when I looked at his face was a blur. He gave me a special bike that was made in the early years of flying. I hesitated and couldn't take off yet. I knew I had to say goodbye to my lover. I turned my head and there he was, in my friends yard. I ran to him and gave him a kiss that we would both never forget. I ran back to the bike without looking back, for if I did, I knew I wouldn't be able to leave. I started the motor and the propeller in front of the handlebars started rotating. I started pedaling and before I knew it, I was flying. Hours, Days, and Months turned to minutes for me up there in the blue sky. Below me I could see destruction being caused by Tanks and War Vehicles. Explosions rose high into the sky and blinded me with beauty. Interested, I landed where the explosions were and asked a man in a military uniform what was happening, and that's when he told me that the war was over and we have won.

Senior Year Scheduele...

Well my idea of scanning the scheduele in wasnt so great. It came out really not high Def so..

1. ENG 7 - Winslow
2. Adv. Fashion Design & Merchandising - Hardy
3. ECAP - Frick
4. Hon. Visual Arts - Trujillo
5. Amer Economics - Ahumada
6. Science in Our Environment - Ficara

Last nights post...

Last nights post was nothing but heart and I know a lot of you didnt get to read it. I took it down because I think I may have bashed somebody pretty hard on there. If you didnt get to read it and would like to, message me, give me your email, and I'll send it to you.

All My Hope..

I am terrified of my future. I do not know what to expect, what to do, how to do, or when to do it. I am choosing The Fashion Institute of Technology. Who knows, if my mind doesnt change then Im going there. I am so hesitant right now because I dont want to move so far away from my loved ones. The second choice is in San Francisco and that isnt that far. I know I have a better chance of doing what I love in New York but its the fear that stops me. How do I overcome this? How do I choose what is best for me? Should I follow my gut and go to New York? Should I follow my heart and go to San Francisco? I want to walk with the Legends in New York. As long as there is Hope, there is chance... Right? Fuck me... again. I am a Legend...

Fuck Me...

I guess I am going to have to push the arrival of my bags a bit later because at this current moment I dont have a sewing machine but hopefully I wont have to. My friend might pay to fix my sewing machine so I might make the deadline. I'll be posting up new Blogs to keep you posted. For those of you expecting a bag from me, I'm sorry and I am trying my best to make them in time for school. Well lets just all hope for the best. Till Later.

Just My Luck..

Like I didnt have enough to worry about. I now have a parking ticket for $119 or more. Fucking Ticket Givers... I was just a couple minutes late to the fucking parking meter. Oh well thats just my luck. Im going to have to sell the bags Im going to make. Theyre going to be going for $35 each and theyre all going to be original. Not one of them are going to be the same to each other. I know it sounds like a lot of money but PLEASE???? I really need the money to pay off my ticket. I just bought the material so I'll show you what its going to be made of. Pretty sick right?? Yeah I know. Well you guys should just check it out when theyre finished. Keep checking the Blog to stay posted on how its coming out. Peace.

Effing Money...

Damn it man... I feel horrible. Here I am buying my clothes and my mom is under me like a doormat. I ask and she gives, but she doesnt tell me the current position we are in. If we arent able to pay the bank, they take our house away, and the parents are fighting over money that my dad owes my mom. Today, I spent the whole evening helping my mom organize and try to pay off her debts. We still have a long way to go but we'll make it.

Most children dont bother to even think what their parents have to go through in order to please them and tend to their every need. Those new shoes that you just bought could have helped pay off bills, debt, or maybe just buy your mom that dress shes been eyeing for a couple MONTHS. Next time before you ask your parents for something, ask what they would like.

Peace.

For Those of You at Sunnyside..

Im going to be taking pictures of those who believe they have style and posting them up, so you can approach me if you'd like or I can approach you. Theyre only going to go up to show everyone who has style and fashion sense at Sunnyside High School. You can message me on myspace or whatever. Peace.

Dior Homme

Even though somebody Blogged about Dior Homme before me, Im still going to do it. This pic is from the Dior Homme 2009 Fall Collection. This collection is pretty sick and had great ideas put into it. Im pretty sure many people think the same about this collection. You can check it out here. I will be Blogging about the designer soon. http://men.style.com/fashion/collections/F2009MEN/review/CDMEN

Amazing People

These two men, Ralph Rueben Lifshitz (aka Ralph Lauren, the one in the picture) and Calvin Richard Klein, have to be two of the best Male Designers. These two men were both raised in the Bronx of New York City and grew up to become... awesome?? I dont think I can really come up with a word to describe these two, but they were beyond extraordinary. You have to give them credit for where they came from and for what they have accomplished. They both have SOMEWHAT similar designs and they both are astonishing. I cant go into full detail of their history but these men arent perfect.

Ralph Lauren went to college and studied business for two years and then dropped out. He then served two years in the United States Army. He gained experience in the fashion industry by landing a job as a salesman. He then opened up a Neck-tie store under his designs and grew to be a Billion dollar business.

Calvin Klein attended the High School of Industrial Art but never graduated. He didnt give up there. He then attended FIT (The Fashion Institute of Technology) and graduated with a Honorary Doctorate. Full of knowledge, Calvin Klein obtained an apprenticeship and designed for New York shops. Later he opened his business with a friend and it just grew from there.

These two men's stories goes to show that if you really want it, you can have it.

Traveling to new lands...

Pretty wack Blog name but oh well. I think Im going to have to go pretty far to find the material I need to make my bags... Oh well. I think Im going to make them Ralph Lauren style. Yeah... that sounds pretty good. Once I buy the material, I'll post them up here and Twitter. These bags are going to be sick. I was thinking about posting up my designs, BUT thats probably not a good idea. Anyone could just effing take them and say that its theirs ya know?? Well I'll just post up the pics of the material once I get it. I think It'll be a week from now so yeah... not too long. I think I might be selling them too. Hmm... Well I already have a client and she said she really wanted one so not a bad idea. Well hit me up and Peace Out.

Land of The Lost

*sigh*... Im F'ing stuck. I need to come up with my new products for the new school year and my Sewing Machine is broke!! Grr... Oh well thats what happens when you do big projects. Im not giving up. Im just going to borrow my friends moms sewing machine haha. Thats just how much perseverance I have!! For those of you at my school, Keep an eye out for my products. They're hitting Sunnyside High School September 2009. Gosh I sound so cheesy right now, but thats me!! Until later MF'ers

Iconic?

What does it mean to be Iconic? An example of being an Icon is when ever a word comes up and the first thing that people think of is You, and in order to achieve that ever so wonderful position is to poor your Heart out into the world and let them know who you are. Its not just arrogance, egos, confidence, etc. but what you can give to the World. For those of you who think you're an Icon... move aside. Here I come.