Christopher McCandless

The image you see above is of Christopher McCandles who had a book wrote about him because of his travels. Into The Wild is the name of the book about him and there is a movie that is based on his experiences.

For those who doesn't know who or what the book/movie is talking about, let me warn you, this will spoil everything so beware.

If you are curious, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_McCandless , it'll give you basic summer of McCandles you need to know.

Why am I writing about him? Let's say I after watching the movie, I was amazed at what he did in his very short life. I mean, he had the balls to just forfeit his life entirely even his family and just disappear in the wilderness just because that is what he perceives life is all about. For starters, he was a gifted person and graduated from a university.

But yet, he still walked away from everything. It is very tempting to choose that life.

Freedom. No responsibilities except for your well-being.

However, I have no balls to pull that kind of adventure out of my sleeve. I do not even know what my life will be like in just five mere years. It shows that life is uncertain and there is no destiny set in stone for you, you create your own destiny by knowing your opportunity and grabbing what you can get out of the opportunities you encounter and choose.

As a teenager, I longed at the idea of living in Europe for a while before going back to school, just blending in the life over there and to really experience something altogether different. However, I wanted to get the best thing for me in the future which I can't foresee what it will be like.

So that makes me wonder, today, we really do lot of things that is based on what would happen in the future. Going to college to help you get your career in the future. Starting up a retirement pension portfolio to earn money when you retire. Buying insurance in case of the car accident you do not want to get in the future. Buying a bag of flour because you might want to make pancakes in the future.

Basically today we are living because of what will happen instead of actually living in what is now and what do you have.

For that, McCandless chose to live his life by living his life focusing on the present. He did not pick a route or have time constraints, he just wanted to get to Alaska and he wanted to live his way to alaska.

Often we will admire people who are radical like McCandles because he is living the life that we are supposed to but we can't because we are not able to find the balls to live in the now that McCandles was able to do.

My life will be all about will happen in the future just like every other person in this society. But I do hope I get to live like McCandles did for a period of time someday. It would be really nice to just lose control of life and just going with the flow of what you can do at that time. Just really blend in whatever is there to be blended in.

Looking at the picture, you wouldn't believe me that he was just 24 years old at the time the picture was taken. Why does he seem older and/or different. I wonder because how he decided to live his last few years really let him experience life and the life like it should be puts more life in you making you older than others who has not lived the life? A thought.

Life is a comedy. Life will take you on adventures prepared or not. Life is interesting.

I wonder what life has in store for me years ahead. A scary thought when you don't have control except what you do now. Everyone should live their life just in the now somewhere in their lives, everything in this world would be different. Very different.

Don't worry ma, I ain't disappearing like McCandless. I'm here to stay and wonder what life is like out there.

Au revoir.

B.A. (Before AOL)

Looks like the wave collapsed on me. I'm back. Surfing ain't my thing.

I'm sure many of you had AOL back then. Dial-up. I remember seeing it for the first time. Probably 3rd grade. First family home computer where I could mess with UNLIMITED. Best thing that time that sister was too little to use the computer so it was pretty much mine. Thank you, brain.

I just had gotten a N64 and I was playing Super Mario 64. A classic, period. So I wanted to set up my first AOL User and my own e-mail, my own password, my own space! AWESOME.

I want something with Mario because it's on my mind constantly.

Mario@Aol.com, SWEET! My own password, it was probably like ShebaBlue (my dog name and my favorite color)

(Gasps)

Mario@Aol.com is taken!

Mario9128313494@Aol.com is recommended. Must accept. It has MARIO in it! I mean, MARIO!

I have a buddy list where I could add my friends and I could IM them. My own AOL MAIL ACCOUNT! MY OWN INBOX! Sweet!

I probably logged in a few times, more than a few times, to log in. Hope to see the YOU GOT MAIL would pop up and I had mail. It was safe to say that I never received anything else than my parents probably. I mean when I saw YOU GOT MAIL! I probably was amazed and I felt cool and clicked the mail.

Oh. Mom.

Well, I still got an e-mail -- Let's read what it says.

Let me know what you want for dinner!

Mom

I'm too cool to reply so I just tell her later. I wanted pizza, probably.

Anyway, AOL was indeed an epic thing because you could go place to place and log in through Guest Account and got into my account to check my e-mail and buddy list that displayed (0/1). But still, I could go over and log in my account and use my account!

The only friend was my mom and we couldn't log in same time on a computer so safe to say I never had buddies online.

But still! I had access to a world where I could do whatever I want without hitting the goddamn children only filter! ARGH! I want General* Filter

AOL was truly the foundation of my journey into the technology world as a young child. AOL has really done a lot of things when the time changed into A.A. (After AOL) A lot of stories I could pitch at you in the upcoming future.

Speaking of pitching.

Strasburg's debuting in few seconds, i'm gonna go witness history.

*General Filter was a way for preteen me and friends to access ANYTHING on the internet especially PORN. But that's whole 'nother story to talk about!

May be offensive to some. Facebook.

the facebook is a MASSIVE networking world. You could surf endlessly if you found a path through private facebook pages.

I'm sorry, but in my culture, there are a certain term for those specific kind of deaf people who do nothing and live on low paying job and/or on welfare. Grassroots.

Don't get me wrong, they are the foundation of our deaf culture and they are people who have deaf culture in them probably the most out of all deaf people. They will protect and pass our sacred language.

Every majority has jokes for the minority or jokes about themselves. Racism, maybe so. Racism is funny. funny sells. sells makes money. you get the idea.

Anyway, I was surfing on facebook and I just clicked through people seeing who and what was like out there. But the more I clicked, the more entertained I got. I mean its how our education was like back then, they was not very supportive and very limited so they may not be as educated as well as others today.

So they really do funny things like trying to join in the conversation by continuing a comment on each picture of an album and gets neglected, still.

Some people will go gather in a mass comment war of who was who in the picture and bring up some background in that person or sibling or whom was with in the past or present.

Some deaf dudes probably try hitting on the girl of the whatever photo were discussed tend to fail miserably not saying I'm having any better luck.

Anyway, also they are so accustomed to using ASL and it becomes their first language so you may read the words and think they are talking funny but they are actually taking words that they use in ASL and choosing the word by word that they sign neglecting the grammar structure pretty much.

hi how are u ? i am fine i didnt heard from u no see u long time and i live in south indiana i am happy and new life i miss u i never forgot we have enjoy with u

hi i am doing fine , what about u ? hope u are ok. y remeber that we has a good time at mesick camp for a long ago. that's good u are happy new life in indiana , keep touch with me agin ok ily

That was an actual exchange of words under a photo that was about a woman with a fancy black edges added by a program. no relevance at all. It was very brief and... satisfactory for them.

its like Im actually learning about people and people in the pictures and who they may be affiliated with. Just by surfing facebook!!!

I'm entertained about my new find of entertainment, I don't know about you guys.

I see a good wave comin' in, hang five. I'm goin' surfin' for some 'roots.

Aloha.

Rory and Rosina

This summer except for indy 500 week is boring. That is why I decided to start a blog and pray that I might make money in the end.

Basically, I will just publish stories of whatever I want to talk about, I do emphasize the word whatever because I can talk about anything here. Whatever has my attention at the time.

I'm going to start with a story that happened just today and it was pretty interesting actually...

My brother, Rory, went out to a birthday party that was at a gymnastics center today for a girl in his class. I think he does have a crush on that birthday girl because he came downstairs with two sets of t-shirts (one normal t-shirt and one sleeveless t-shirt) with two different colors. He asked me the first question I have ever seen him ask me before. I mean he's just nine!

"Which one I should use to the party tomorrow?" This question asked by my brother well eighteen hours before the party.

I am not an expert in fashion. I suck with clothes. I told him to pick the sleeveless t-shirt set because I felt that he could flaunt his biceps a bit at the birthday girl.

So, today he went off to the party and he was a bit nervous I could tell when he came to me and asked me if his sneakers and socks was fine. They were fine if you was curious.

I went out to the local grocery store to return a red box (red box should have its own story later) dvd and I did not bring my BlackBerry with me. When I pulled up the driveway, my hearing sister, Rosina, came running out.

"Rory pulled a muscle in his leg and I am getting him some medicine."

It did not register to me at that time. My sister, 12, and my brother, 9, let's say they are at the siblings stage where you HAVE to loathe everything about your other sibling. Nothing they do are good. Whatever they may succeed the automatic reply must be.

"Who cares?"

Just when I take my wallet and keys and place them on a counter. My sister has already hand-delivered his medicine that was chewable because my sister knew he could not swallow the pills yet.

I mean? What's that? Before that happened, my sister will wish and pray that my brother's every bone in his body to be broken. But now? She's running to his aid.

I asked my brother what happened.

"I broke my muscle."

"How?"

"I was up this ladder and I fell off and hit something on the bottom."

I believe it's called a bruise and I attempted to tell this to Rory who waved off my comments and said my leg still hurts! On cue, Rosina hand-delievered a ziploc of ice and I just placed on brother's leg who seemed very enthusiastic about having attention.

When I was a kid, If I would have told my dad, my muscle's broken. My dad probably would say your muscle doesn't break, it rips! Go walk it off and you will be fine! Don't be a wimp! C'mon, son! With a slap back of the head. I go hobble into my bedroom.

But today? Nope, they scream out everything is wrong with their injured parts and their siblings come rushing to them.

Rory is probably going to enjoy tonight laying around and maybe groaning to get Rosina's attention. He would request for a triple scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Enjoy tonight's attention and your "broken muscle."

It's not going to be the same thing tomorrow when they are at each other's throats again.

Family is a weird thing.