Discipline

dis·ci·pline(ds-pln)
n.
1. Training expected to produce a specific character or pattern of behavior, especially training that produces moral or mental improvement.
2. Controlled behavior resulting from disciplinary training; self-control.
3.
a. Control obtained by enforcing compliance or order.
b. A systematic method to obtain obedience: a military discipline.
c. A state of order based on submission to rules and authority: a teacher who demanded discipline in the classroom.
4. Punishment intended to correct or train.
5. A set of rules or methods, as those regulating the practice of a church or monastic order.
6. A branch of knowledge or teaching.
tr.v. dis·ci·plined, dis·ci·plin·ing, dis·ci·plines
1. To train by instruction and practice, especially to teach self-control to.
2. To teach to obey rules or accept authority. See Synonyms at teach.
3. To punish in order to gain control or enforce obedience. See Synonyms at punish.
4. To impose order on: needed to discipline their study habits.

Discipline is the thing I don't have. That's why I haven't been regularly posting. But I do have a reason. I'm done with school and in May 20th I'll be graduating from my Master in Journalism. Besides finals, hanging out, traveling and other stuff.... I'm going through a life changing moment. I've had three, actually... four. One, I will not mention but I was 11. The second one: High School graduation. The third one: Leaving to Boston and this one: Moving to Sydney.

Anyways, the topic is discipline and that's exactly what I lack. Ever since I've been in school I've survived by pure knowledge but without any discipline to study or do homework. Still I managed to graduate as one of the top of my class. I wonder how I would've done if I was more disciplined.

I begin things and then I leave them incomplete (most of the times)- hence a need for discipline. But I don't blame things I've done that made me undisciplined (Iam incredibly disciplined when it comes to conduct... well most of the times), I blame my condition: that ADDness desire to do million things at a time, getting bored incredibly easy and with a desire to do newer things all the time. I'll try to be more in contact with my blog and people. I need to stop being obsessed with World of Warcraft, going out a lot and living my life... NOT.

Anyways, I'm undisciplined, you know it. Still I'm having a blast and that's all that matters.

By the way, check out a video of the sequel to the first short (crazy) film, Fumar es Malo, I directed along with Monica Calderon back in college. The name of the film is La venganza nunca es buena. It is low quality, blame it on the transference.

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excuses

as I step to the edge of the shadow of the doubt, whip my conscience, beat it!

And I know,

I've been skipping classes.

I've been smoking a lot of weed.

I'm horny.

I'm drunk.

I've been avoiding my blog fans by (not) posting new stuff.

I'm living my life.

I've been enjoying Boston.

I'm done with classes.

I'm ready to move to Sydney for two months.

Can't wait to meet Australians.

I'll be sad to leave my friends.

Thinking what will become of my life.

Wondering, wondering.

I'm drunk.

I need to get laid.

I have a crush on someone impossible.

I like my CommonGround friend.

Miss my family.

Need to get fairly well laid(ed).

I desire to see the world.

Need to get back in track.

I feel OK, right now.

As long as I'm doing well and feeling OK, the world can go to HELL.

PS. Enjoy your life, it is the only one that you will enjoy (and remember!).

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personal evolving April month laid back rpgdude

Australia

I haven't been posting for a few weeks. Part of that goes to the fact that I'm never home and I'm either traveling (NYC and FLA) or studying or partying a lot.

The other thing is that I got accepted in an internship program and I'll be spending all summer in Australia. Oh shit! I'm so fucking excited! What will I be doing over there? An internship and a course on travel writing plus all the stuff that goes with moving somewhere new!

Let me sum things up:

I traveled to Fort Lauderdale to visit two of my friends. We had an awesome time. I visited Miami and South Beach which are really good places to hang.

I finally went to Orlando. In a quick two day travel I bursted into excitement (and lost my heights fobia) in Islands of Adventure and Sea World.

I missed my flight back to Boston. Causing me to lose my mind for at least an hour.

Went back to Boston to greet a hot girlfriend from Puerto Rico.

Continued my dedicated training in Guitar Hero. I'm mastering Hard Mode right now!

Got into a bus to NYC where three hot chicks were waiting for us and we had fun, oh yes!

The last two weeks in Boston were crazy.

Last saturday was our roomate's birthday. We did a "dress like a rockstar" theme party. It was amazing. Best party ever!

Now, I'm getting ready for a date. Yes things are going good! I'm back.

PS-Nothing good is going on in the world. That sucks

Blogalaxia Tags: Highly Opinionated Sydney Australia Florida Orlando Parks Guitar Hero Rock Star

Spring Break

Yep, I'm back from an awesome Spring Break.

Cities covered:

Fort Lauderdale
Orlando
Miami
South Beach
New York City

I'll be back posting on stuff soon.

8 degrees

8 degrees in Boston... You can bet how cold it is and how desperate I am after abandoning 80 degrees back home. But, I am back and will honor this coldness by providing some 8 freezing and harsh degrees to those who deserve them:

I will be graduating in May if everything turns out as expected (80 degrees!).

After graduation, I will be left with a huge loan to pay (8 degrees!).

I survived a holiday of partying, bitch slapping, drinking and insanity (80 degrees!).

I re bonded with old friends and became indifferent to newer ones (80 degrees to old, 8 degrees to new!).

Roselló is set free (8 degrees!).

Primera Hora finds information regarding to the judge who released Roselló (80 degrees!).

No one died of loose bullets during the holidays

(80 degrees!).

I am still single (80 degrees and 8 degrees!).

Global warming's effects hits the northeast and center of the United States (8 degrees).

Saddam Hussein's hanging (-80 degrees!).

I have no job (8 degrees!).

Bush wants to send more troops to Irak (-80 degrees!).

Jennifer Hudson becomes the lead contender for the Oscar Nominations after winning the Golden Globe award for best supporting actress (80 degrees!).

Omarosa will guest star on I love New York (80 degrees!).

Desperate Housewives is the #1 show in USA (80 degrees!).

Grey's Anatomy wins the award for Best Dramatic Show in the Golden Globes
(-80 degrees!).

A new year arrives, hopefully it'll top the last one (80 degrees!).

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Delayed Post

It's being a while. Lots of finals. Back to Puerto Rico. Procrastination. Dialup. Getting together with old friends.

I'm in need of a faster connection to post different videos and stuff. Don't worry, I only took a vacation.

I'm back.

Garden State

Yes, again...

This weekend I'm in New Jersey doing some family bonding with my sister and father. Last night I spent the night in the windy city of Newark.

But later today I'll be traveling a 2 hour trip to Atlantic City! Why? Tonight is the boxing fight of Puerto Rican champion Miguel Cotto and in row 124 D this dude 'll be there.... even if I don't like boxing at all.

Anyways I'll continue with the New York saga tomorrow and be ready for the Garden State's adventures.

Miguel

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Macy's Day Parade

7 AM: The alarm rings in Room 621 of a Broadway Hostel. I think: damn I have a headache. I check: none of my friends are awake. I look: it's raining. I go to bed again.

9 AM: I woke up. My friends are asleep. I think in going by myself. I have a huge, huge headache. It's called hangover. Damn La Escuelita, damn Dragas, and damn 10 dollar long islands. I think I'm already late for the parade. It starts at 9 but people get there early. I am a traditional Puerto Rican: always get there late.

10 AM: One of my friends wakes up, me too. We're determined to get there... even if all we see is Garfield's balloon on the streets. We know we're late.

11 AM: We leave our room. It's raining like crazy. The four of us take the Metro. We get to the parade. Oh the parade. We decided to get to 34th street and watch. The people were crazy. The streets were closed. There was no way we might reach the other side. What are we going to do?

We walked street after street, in the pouring rain, only to find them closed. Those cops aren't letting anyone in. One was nice enough to tell us that we might be able to watch it in 39th street.

Oh 39th street. It's about 12, and on our way we see lots of elves, drummers, singers, percussionists, trumpeters. They're cheering, smiling and seriously show some relief. We were watching them finish their performance and go home (to their families, where is warm and there's turkey).

I was so wet. I am one of those that wet socks sets me in a moody mood. But this time I wasn't. I wanted to watch Pikachu.

12:20pm: 39th street! We made it! Look there's Garfield!!! woo! But...... wait, what's going on? Suddenly a group of people surround the poor cat and hit him. They open his insides and he slowly dies away... in front of all the people. We had reached the parade's graveyard. They didn't warned us.

But it was fun for the first 3 balloons we saw being deflated. After that we decided to go out. Get something to eat, sleep some more and get ready for some hanging out at night.

Yes, we failed to reach the parade like the rest of the people. But it was raining! We were hungover and tired! But at least we saw some balloons. Better than nothing...

Thursday 23, 2006

Next.... "Of Splash, Go Go Dancers and Uruguayans!"

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Objective and Subjective

Objectivity is one of the keys to life... but it's so hard to achieve. Some might say that is almost impossible.

I'm remembering when I was about 18. I was a newcomer.
I was so stuck on my beliefs that I could barely look to other sides. I dissed people because of the way they expressed, thoughts and beliefs.

By 19 I got stuck with reality. I was a Nobody.

By 24, on a November morning, I realized that sometimes we judge people at first instances. Why this person doesn't like me or why does this person thinks that way? I feel better than them... I was stuck on thoughts that were ridiculous and terribly subjective.

We grow up, we change and (especially) we mature... in some cases. We change our views and we adapt. We grow based on experiences and lean towards more realistic and centered thoughts, ways of life or attitudes.

We learn to say to ourselves that sometimes things that look black far away might be navy blue if you take time and check closer. Sometimes we give for granted when we're not supposed to. If we were objective and more ground based things would be different (better).

We judge people based on our experiences, reactions and the way we were raised. Why not judge people based on their hearts or their motives? ... because we don't want to. We're lazy. We don't want to leave that comfort zone. That's why the world is like it is.

These ramblings might be a little random but they might hold meaning to some (if not all) of you. We who tend to judge and stand on our views don't let other thoughts to invade or space to understand them.

This weekend I had one of the greatest weekends in my life. Not because I did amazing things (which I did), but because I got slapped in my own face when I though about things that turned out to be the other way (for good).

If you stay true to whom you are and let your perishing objective nature to prosper a little... just a little. How different we might be? We will be a better we.

Closed for repairs

Not really.

This guy is going away for a few days, if not for a week. Thanksgiving break is on and this time I'll be heading to the Macy's Day Parade.

With love and not gone
Me

I'm bringing sexy back

After a few days of blog inactivity I'm back with a new layout, pictures and attitude. I hope you like the new change. That freakin' blue standard layout was driving me nuts (and some of you that already pointed it out). 2o% of the credit goes to Pink Monday who helped me out due to my inability to deal with html codes. Now that I think about it, Pink deserves more... how about a 40? LOL kidding she deserves 90%.

Another thing: I've been busy playing Final Fantasy 12 and Guitar Hero 2 which is absolutely addicting and entertaining. Right now I'm trying to master (5 star master) Beast and the Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Video of the song:

Someone playing it in hard mode:

PS. Classes and responsibilities have finally caught with me. I have 3 big projects and as usual I haven't begun any of them.

Blogalaxia Tags: GuitarHero2

The shape of who you are

I haven't spoken to my mother since a few days before the Day Time Saving hour change. Yesterday I did and among all the things we spoke of, we spoke of my grandmother.

I still remember when I was a little child. Every Saturday morning we took a bus to her house and spend all day there. There was nothing much to do and half of the time my mother was arguing with grams. Anyone that gets annoyed at my strong beliefs and opinions should notice that those qualities only come from one woman: Grams. She passed them to my mother (although she doesn't admit it) and to me.

Every summer I used to stay there for a week. A week my sister and I dreaded long before classes were over. But I think it was all about discipline. We woke up every day at 5 AM to listen the radio Mass and after that to pray the rosary. After that we could go and take a small nap to wake up and do chores. The most tedious ones were cutting out all bad herbs of the garden (by hand) and the pea collection. Others more interesting were crafts (we did rosaries and other stuff)and cooking. I was 7 years old and it continued until I was around 10.

Now I realize how much I learned: I became a disciplined boy, turned an expert in dominoes (my grandmother was an amazing player), learned how to verbally fight others, turned into a conspiracy believer and a closed minded religious boy (the tale on how I became an atheist and a libertarian will come soon). My self esteem portrayed that of a 60something strong and self righteous woman I used to hold her hand.

After I turned 10, I got more involved in church (after all I was in a Catholic School), assisted the Boy Scouts (the tale on what really happened there will be written as a magazine style piece essay on December)and by 19 my frequent trips to gram's house were greatly reduced. College came in and my mind was totally changed.

When I was about 6, she got a small infection on one leg: a cellulite, a different kind of thing than the more common women's cellulite (like the one Deelishis has all over her ass). Due to her stubbornness (a trait I adamantly continue to show)she missed doctor appointments (the cellulite was like a roller coaster: gradually left and then showed up again), fought nurses, got hospitalized so many times. It's being 18 years, the infection got worse. She lost her leg.

When my mother told me, I don't know what I thought (mostly because I'm terrified of amputations) but also because one of those persons that has shaped your life, be it in a good or a bad way, now looks defeated.

I couldn't help but wonder will I end up defeated? Emotionally? Physically? All I could think is that I have a strong will to succeed, a thing that apparently I inherited from no one and that sets me apart from the rest of my family. I will hold dearly the memories and anecdotes of those that helped me being who I am right now and move forward trying to avoid defeat.

Defeat, that's one of my biggest fear

To have or not to have

It was cold (about 36 degrees). I left Park Street Station at 8:45 p.m. The concert had already started, but The Killers were going to play at 9. I walked around the theater, avoiding any security people that might spot illegal ticket transactions, but noticed no one selling. I turned around and checked again, nothing. I checked and checked and checked, but nothing nothing nothing.

"Selling tickets", a guy whispered while walking towards me. "Are you selling?", I asked. "No, I'm buying" he replied. In my mind all it yelled was "Enemy!". Two guys in the same position and with one goal in mind: concert! Time was running out. We kept on walking around wondering if anyone would at least have one ticket so we can fight them out in a verbal fight of cash I was willing to lose if he uttered the words 100.

It was past 9. I decided to walk away. As I did I noticed the guy heading to the Commons. We were defeated. By the time I decided to get into the train it was 33 degrees. Instead of going home went to Cambridge trying to find the Garment District store. After walking and walking around Central Square I realized I was lost.

Along came Pink Monday, who helped me reach the store by yahoo'ing and google'ing. I got there but decided not to shop. I guess it was a night of "not to haves".

The race for your other half

I am a careless person. I know it. By the time I've been in Boston a few of my favorite bands have performed and couldn't or forgot to buy tickets (Our Lady Peace, Three Days Grace and The Go! Team). By the time I realized, I was late; the tickets were sold.

This time in town is one of my fave new bands (not new, like 2 years ago new) The Killers. I wasn't in Boston when the pre-sale was on... I bet I was in El Cojo. Now I have no tickets and I'm getting desperate. I checked craigslist but people were actually willing to buy tickets for over a 100 dollars. No tickets for me.

My last option is to go to the Theater before the show starts and see who's selling tickets. Maybe I'll get a nice deal (like that time I got Jason Mraz's arena tickets for $35), or end up freezing my ass. Since those around me know my current obsession with Brandon Flowers know I'll be willing to freeze to death to get in!

PS. Got The Killer's sophomore CD Sam's Town: it's way different than Hot Fuzz but very good.

Obsessions

Obsessions, desire and the random thoughts that drive your mind

Relentless, powerful yet deadly weapon of fiction and reality

Compulsiveness, drive and insanity.

We all have moments of obsessions, some more than others. I remember when I used to obsess over people and the damage caused because of that. I am glad that I'm not in that path. We tend to obsess when we're in need of something in our life. When it comes, that something turns into something deadly.

What is my worst obsession? I guess, it was a crush I had some (like 5) years ago. Never ends good when you obsess. Now I obsess over things that will do no harm (like TV, movies, arts and games).

What's the remedy? Still figuring out. And yes, this is weird.

Friday the 13th Unique Edition

It's Friday and I'm at home. I'm watching one of the movies that I grew up with: Friday the 13th 8 (which is one of the worst). When I was a little kid (4 years), I watched with Mum the first one and I loved it. I was scared to death of a killer beneath my bed, but I never said anything. Every Friday the 13th( or when they were running out of movies) Super Siete (rest in pieces err, I meant peace) aired one or two movies in this saga. My Mom always watched it with me. Still remembered every time there was sex and nudity, she asked us to close our eyes....however she allowed us to see blood and violence (weird). As I watch this movie, I'm thinking it's being 20 years since I first saw one, and how much I've changed. For instance, I am a peaceful being (except when hungry). There's no such thing as seeing fake violence makes you violent. I am fine and thanks to you Jason Voorhees or Mrs. Voorhees.

That's why I'm going to comment on your movies now!

Friday the 13th (1980) The movie that started it all. A little boy called Jason Vorhees drowned in Crystal Lake. The counselors that were supposed to be paying attention were having sex (welcome slasher flicks! oh, wait what about Halloween?). Angry little mother swore revenge killing everybody that tried to reopen Camp Crystal Lake. However she got decapitated by the Virgin. Rating: A+ (in slasher flicksverse)

Friday the 13th 2 (1981) The survivor of the first movie apparently lost her virginity and got killed, by an angry Jason. He wears a potato bag now. A new Camp is going to be reopened. A few of the cast enter the now forbidden Bloody Camp. Jason is around and slays everybody except the new "virgin" and her beau. We discover he is deformed, but obviously survives and the virgin is left completely insane. This one has the infamous spear death ( a couple stabbed while stabbing in sex...) . Rating: B

Friday the 13th 3 (D) (1982) Jason is alive and on the loose. This time he kills a group of hippyfied teens that are having a quiet vacation a cabin next to the lake. This movie isn't that special, except the fact that he acquires his infamous hockey mask (from a really stupid and annoying dude) midway through the movie. A fun fact: this one was shot in 3D and last year I had the pleasant(?!) opportunity of watching it (with glasses and everything). Rating: B-

Friday the 13th: The final chapter (aka 4) (1984) No, obviously it isn't the last. This one is quite good. There's a lot of gore; an infamous fat hippie chick killed; swimming naked in the lake (don't they all have a scene like that?) and also includes Corey Feldman and Crispin Glover in the cast. Rating: B+

Friday the 13th: A new beginning (1985) There is nothing to be mentioned about this movie. It's absolutely horrendous and disappointing in so many levels. First of all, Jason is not the killer. Instead we're left with the suspense of believing it's Jason but it's a stupid ambulance guy. Second, Tommy is the survivor of the last one and the hero on this and next movie. Nothing more, this movie is full of #*$@ Rating: F

Friday the 13th Part 6: Jason Lives! (1986): My second favorite Jason movie. He gets resurrected when Tommy decides to check that Jason was dead. So he accidentally caused Jason to come back 5 times stronger. The death and gore scenes are soooooooooooo good. Highly recommended. Rating: A-

Friday the 13th Part 7: The New Blood (1987): It sucks. It's kind of Carrie meets Jason. A dumb telekinesis girl takes Jason out of the lake when trying to bring his father back (dumb). I don't wanna talk much about the movie, except it sucks but entertains. Ahhhhhhh also welcome Mr. Kane Hoddler as Jason! Rating: C

Friday the 13th Part 8: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989): Confusing, cheap and pointless. I loved Jason being brought back on 6 but 7 and 8 are so dull. There's gore and gore, but basically it's a dumb reason to put Jason in Manhattan. The mystery of the lead actress and her visions was never explained. Rating: C-

Jason Goes to Hell: Final Friday (1993): Paramount sold it's rights of Jason to New Line (the ones with the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise. I heard(or read) somewhere "when the 80's died, so did Jason". Absolutely correct, this movie is god awful! There's the twisting of story lines (when did Jason suddenly had a sister? , the stupid plot line of Jason's heart and the whole possessed and body switching. Ridiculous. Rating: D-

Jason X (2001): Disastrous. We already know that Jason is a looney for Freud? We don't need our obvious references. Set in the space? With robots? There's nothing interesting of this movie. Absolutely nothing. In fact, now that I think about it. 5 is not the sole worst movie, it's a tie so 5 and 10 are the twins of shame! Rating: F

Freddy vs. Jason (2003): Not part of the saga but part of the saga. This movie revamped the late and deceased 80's slashers genre. It's all about what we used to love: the corny virgin, the ones doing drugs and the sexual predators. And we all know who survives! But wait, there's more: a mysterious plot, the resurrection of Jason by Freddy and the ultimate showdown (and backstory) for both. Rating: B+

On how I almost quit my job...

It was a weekend not to be remembered.
I worked all weekend: On Friday 1-10 PM ( I missed The Departed last showing). Saturday I worked 1-10 and had to wake up at 6 on Sunday since we were having markdowns. Had to set up the walls and the sale merchandise. As expected, by 4, I was tired. There's no teamwork over there. So I'm madly screwed.

I lost my weekend.

Columbus day, I had no classes, but needed to be there at 7 only to find out that they were processing shipment right where I was going to be working. They screwed my day and everything I had planned to work on. I don't think anyone has ever seen me as angry as I was.
I missed the chances of proving myself ( even if it's in a boring retail shop) and gain more respect.

I'm not known for quitting. The only thing I've quit was when I was 15 and couldn't finish the worst RPG ever, Seventh Saga. And as everything around me was going in circles, I couldn't help but question many things. Why was I working there? Where was my freedom? How come I'm the only hard worker there? Why did I become the punchbag of people who aren't capable of doing anything?

At 9:20 AM, I was left with a destroyed store. No new product or mannequins were done yet. I spent my last 3 hours trying to put up things together and determined to quit. However I backed out in the end. Instead of quitting the job and, even if I don't need the money right now, reject that extra income, I would quit for the day, a holiday. So, I told them how I wasn't going to finish the 8 hours shift; left at 12:30; spent 30 minutes shopping and ultimately left the store.

Suddenly, as I walked towards home, I realized that if I was ever going to quit (and I mean as of giving up) it wasn't going to be a silly boring retail job; which I'm overtasked; that happens to have the laziest employees. So if I'm quitting, I'll quit for something more (or less) important.

Yankee's Pussy

I never cared for sports. Then everything changed when I moved to Boston. Of course, being here made me hate the New York Yankees with a passion I don't understand. And yes, this year they beat the crap out of Boston in a record of 5 straight game loses. Everybody was confident that the Yankees were going straight for their 27 championship.

But,

THEY WERE ELIMINATED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BY THE TIGERS!

Take that Yankees!

PS. If any photos show up in the internet of a younger me wearing a red yankees hat... it wasn't that I liked the Yanks; I used to be a Poser Limp Bizkit fan! For real, ew.

Welcome to my Blog

I never thought I would be creating a blog. Honestly.

However one of my best friends the famous (or infamous) Pink Monday insisted on creating a blog together.

I'm still waiting for that blog. Instead, I decided to create my own, since blogging is the new pink (who used to be the new black)

Anyways, I'm Rpgdude.
A graduate student.
From Puerto Rico, living in Boston.
Very into creating artistic expressions (videos, editing, pictures and writing).
Very opinionated! If I love it, I love it and I'll tell you why. If I hate it there's no reason to reason!
Video games. Television. Entertainment. Politics. Situations. Videos. Pictures. Movies. Anime. Are some of my top interests.

As any traditional salutation goes:
Welcome and thanks for checking it out!