The Kumkuat Korner

        In New York, two kids from Senegal are being bullied by their fellow students calling them names like Ebola and even physically hurting them.          During their gym class, kids would say stupid shit like, "Don't touch the ball. If you touch the ball we'll get Ebola."          They would get beaten by stupid little asshole kids who punched and kicked them until someone FINALLY intervened. The kids had to go to the hospital to get their wounds look at by a doctor.  And while the NYC's Department of Education and NYPD are "investigating" the "alleged attack" (Really?? You're gonna call it that....ugh makes me sooooo mad) this is not the only case of discrimination with students from Africa who have already live here in the U.S. but people are stupid and immediately assume they have it too.          Ahem.... sorry, this stuff makes me mad!     ...

WHY IS THIS MAN SO DAMN SEXY!!! Maybe he's to blame for being my ideal man... It should seriously be a crime to look so  delicious good  looking   handsome  beautiful   SINFUL!!!! (I seriously drooled a little while looking up pictures of this guy to post.... and boy is he yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummy~!)

So let me summarize these past TWO(? THREE???) weeks in a few sentences. My parents left then came back from their vacation in Paris, France! I heavily underestimated the amount of hair I'd bring back home from work I heavily underestimated the amount of hair I'd get up my nose....(YUCK!) I disabled my OkCupid account on the basis that I have to stop kidding myself on ever finding Mr. Delicious (a.k.a Mr. Right) on a dating website that most guys use to try to HOOK up... (bleh) I still don't know what I'll BE for Halloween!!!! Yup. Story of my life. Pretty awesome right? On the bright side, I am still awesome. And because I'm in good spirits, here's a picture of what I value the most above all of the things I possess.

Have you ever seen that one movie or read that one book that fills you with so much emotion, you become a wreck by simply the half of the whole thing? The one that makes you feel so wrapped up in the characters, and you grow with them, emotionally attaching yourself to the main character because you feel you understand him... Or her. And then, as you are nearing the end of the story, you are a sobbing mess of emotions so thick you can barely breathe. You feel hot. Your heart pounds in your chest. You feel excitement, sorrow, broken, jealous, angry, content, annoyed, a wild tide of feelings that you can't  .... won't settle on one in particular. You are happy for the ending, but you begin to feel empty because you return, to your body, your own feelings, your own story. You wonder how you would act if it was you in the place of the hero... or villain, or monster. or foe. That feeling that there is something more . An ache in your chest, a sort of hollow...

When I was a kid, my summers would be spent in Mexico with my mother's family. I would stay at my grandparents home and we'd spend endless days spending with my aunts and cousins. My mother is the youngest out of six sibling s, you see, and the eldest is my Aunt Sylvia who pretty much lived to her title as the big sister, the ring leader, the head honcho, whatever you want to call it, she was it.  Now my Aunt Gaby, the fourth sibling, always invited the whole family over to her house. It wasn't mandatory for my Aunt to do this big meal for the whole 30 of us (very close aunts, uncles, grandparents, nieces and nephews) since, every weekend my aunts, Sylvia, Lupe, Gaby, and Yasmin, (sometimes my grandma too) would alternate, so the cooking wouldn't fall onto a specific relative, but it was my Aunt Gaby’s house that I remembered the most fondly. My uncle, a tall and kind man of a few words, was a truck driver, and he had more tha...