As many of you who I've personally talked to may know, my mom had given up her fight with cancer last week. She's gone now. She died on Monday, Janurary 17, around 3:42 pm. She's in a better place now.
I admit, she and I may not have always seen eye-to-eye, but as a son always should, I did love her.
So many things that I could bring up about her, like how she loved my siblings and I, and that we were always on her mind, even when we visited her that last week and found out how much time she had left. Or how she never failed to make sure we were doing the best we could, even during the times she had to use a cane to get around the house. I admit, she did drive me a little nuts during the time that I took care of her, and my only regret concerning her is that I couldn't manage to do better for her.
I remember how much she interacted with our lives, even if she didn't necessecarily understand what was going on, like my obsession with video games, or my brother's constantly changing athletic interests. She would occasionally pick up a Gamecube controller when I wasn't looking, and manage to play a game or two as if she played it for years. She'd even occasionally beat me at Soul Calibur 2, back when I had it. Oddly enough, if I remember correctly, her favorite character was Taki. She was more of a casual gamer, though, and she even had an account on Gaia that I occasionally helped her with, of course, she was just on for the puzzles, so after a while, she kind of stopped paying attention to it.
I wish I could say more about her, but I don't quite feel I can bring much else up. Quite frankly, I know that the rest of the family and I will most definitely miss her. She's made a great impact on the family, and it's hard hitting that she's gone so soon.
We miss you Mom, but we'll manage and keep you proud as you watch us continue with our lives. We'll keep you in our hearts, for as long as we live. Goodbye, Mom.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Weirdness Magnet
If I had a dollar for every weird thing I've experienced, I think I'd be pretty well content with myself. Weird moments happen to everyone, but mine just seem random, like fate decided to take acid and draw something.
My dreams for example. Truth be told, I've only had a recollection of TWO seemingly "normal" dreams in my entire lifetime. The rest? Random things such as feeding a baby triceratops only to see a news report and seeing a terrorist getting tackled outside my front door by the bomb squad. But this particular post is speaking of an incident that happened around last summer-ish.
Well, back last summer, my ex, my friend, and I had gone to a hookah lounge. This particular one often had random musicians playing on Saturday nights, this time, some obscure band I don't remember the name of, happened to be playing around with synthesizers. My friend was saying something to me, and right with the only coincidence that could possibly happen a few times in a lifetime, the band start playing, and it sounds like one of those trippy acid scenes in a stoner movie, as two girls wearing the weirdest possible masks come in. My friend looks at me, noticing I obviously wasn't listening, and he looked in the direction of the two. By this point, everyone who's seen them are looking at their hookahs, and back at the girls, as if someone had slipped them drugs.
"Dude, you gotta take a picture." Obviously, I said the sentence like I actually was stoned off my fucking mind.
He gets up, walks up and asks one of them for a picture. He comes back and asks me to come up with him. Little did I know, until a little later, that she tells him that in order to take a picture, someone has to put a third mask, that she basically pulled out of hammerspace. Turns out it was me who ends up putting this mask on.
Don't ask me what's going on here, I'm not entirely sure myself, but I can easily say that if it got any weirder, I'd have asked the owners of the place what fucking drugs they put me on. Before I could sit down, there were a ton of others taking pictures as well. Oddly enough, I'd have to say this was probably the single weirdest waking moment of my life.
My dreams for example. Truth be told, I've only had a recollection of TWO seemingly "normal" dreams in my entire lifetime. The rest? Random things such as feeding a baby triceratops only to see a news report and seeing a terrorist getting tackled outside my front door by the bomb squad. But this particular post is speaking of an incident that happened around last summer-ish.
Well, back last summer, my ex, my friend, and I had gone to a hookah lounge. This particular one often had random musicians playing on Saturday nights, this time, some obscure band I don't remember the name of, happened to be playing around with synthesizers. My friend was saying something to me, and right with the only coincidence that could possibly happen a few times in a lifetime, the band start playing, and it sounds like one of those trippy acid scenes in a stoner movie, as two girls wearing the weirdest possible masks come in. My friend looks at me, noticing I obviously wasn't listening, and he looked in the direction of the two. By this point, everyone who's seen them are looking at their hookahs, and back at the girls, as if someone had slipped them drugs.
"Dude, you gotta take a picture." Obviously, I said the sentence like I actually was stoned off my fucking mind.
He gets up, walks up and asks one of them for a picture. He comes back and asks me to come up with him. Little did I know, until a little later, that she tells him that in order to take a picture, someone has to put a third mask, that she basically pulled out of hammerspace. Turns out it was me who ends up putting this mask on.
Yes, I'm the one in the pink... furry... monster-thing. I had pink fur coming off that shirt randomly for weeks.
Don't ask me what's going on here, I'm not entirely sure myself, but I can easily say that if it got any weirder, I'd have asked the owners of the place what fucking drugs they put me on. Before I could sit down, there were a ton of others taking pictures as well. Oddly enough, I'd have to say this was probably the single weirdest waking moment of my life.
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