| - Ryan Plaza: Known for: Approxiamately six years Relationship: Close friend > So... if I were to describe Ryan in several words, I would say that he is a very proud, yet humble (in most cases), person. Sometimes, Ryan can be somewhat hard-headed (like his sister) or stubborn about some things. Despite this, to gain his friendship is very easy; he doesn't wish to change you at all. People are fine as they come, viewed from him. Though he pretends to be not in the least impressed by anything, he can also be an icebreaker. He has a rather childish sense of humor which appeals to making new friends, where you can reveal what kind of person you really are on the inside without fear of being judged. Also, he can be a great confidant, a person you can confide in, when you have no one else to listen. Helped me out on more than one occasion, is all I can say. |
| - James Casey: Known for: Two years Relationship: Good friend > James Casey is a tough one alright. If I could personify him, he would be a walnut that would be every nutcracker's nightmare. He can tend to be somewhat aloof sometimes, and unaware of outward appearances. He likes to stay inside his own world, definitely not a leader. Though he can be soft and touchy, he is eager to be appealing to his friends. In my opinion, he should atttempt to be more at ease with people he calls "friends", because true friends do not judge on events, likes or dislikes, but who we really are and how we take charge of it. Predators prey upon the weak. Speaking of being inside his own world, he tends to be different from other guys his age... he seems to still be in the state of elementary thinking, which can be good and bad, concerning all things. |
| - Jami Daversa: Known for: Two years Relationship: Good friend > Jami is the one that stole the cake at the trivial questions fest. Being able to answer almost any small question without the slightest trace of diffidence, he can become the real train from hell. Of course, I'm exaggerating a little, but you get the drift. The good side of this personality is that he can be very dependable in certain situations. The bad side of this is that he apparently doesn't respect anyone that's not better than him in some way. He's rather hard to decipher, but I gather that he can see when someone has a weakness (big or small), and likes to prey upon these weaknesses in effect being a sentimental bully. Since church, he has changed much in the way of "controlling" people "lesser" than him, and he wants to get the best possible picture to the outside. In fact, Jami is almost the exact opposite of Ryan in the way of complimenting, because any case where Ryan isn't impressed, Jami most definitely appears to be. |
| - Ica Warrick: Known for: Eleven years Relationship: Close friend > Ica Warrick is one of my friends that I have known for the longest time. Since my childhood, she has been my sister that I never had. I have a great deal of fondness for her, and I wish all well as she grows up. She certainly appears so, because she is very avid in her education, and takes all seriously. She has a natural flair for being the intelligent type, and not afraid to sweat (metaphorically or physically). If any girl would become the President of the United States, it would be her. Being a pleasant thirteen year old, she makes a good friend to confide with, to be there when you need somebody most. Retaining the unccanny characteristic of confidant, she is also a good influence on those around her. |
| - James Dodds: Known for: Approxiamately two years Relationship: Close friend > Hmmm, haven't known this fool enough to know him inside out, but it's just enough. Meeting for the first time in 11th year English class, he certainly knows how to make someone feel special (He's one of those guys that thinks I'm funny). I call him by his last name, so Dodds is definitely one of the people that makes you feel right at home (much like the brotherliness Ryan possesses) and makes a fast friend for those of us who are the type that can scream at our friends, but still remain friends. If that makes any sense. Quick to agree with his mates, he also has a steadfast faith in what he believes in, which not even a person such as Jami could shake the foundation of. He is also streetwise in the way that he is sure of the direction his life is taking, which is essential in the kind of environment he grew up in. I'm not completely sure if it's the chemistry, but Dodds is not the sort of person you meet everyday, and I am glad to have met such a person in my lifetime. |
| - June Plaza: Known for: Approxiamately six years Relationship: Close/Good friend > The reason why I couldn't decide whether June was a good or close friend is because of events as of late. I thought we were at first, but she has lost some of my faith, in the way that she rejected friendship over something much more superficial. Though this is all opinion, I turned out to be correct in my assumption in the end, and I doubt I would be wrong again. She has a soft heart, but June doesn't want to admit it. Though she has a very hard head, she only listens to people that she knows the longest and/or best, which is not always good (concerning who she's with at the time). Once her mind is on something, there is no stopping her from doing so - a complete tractor beam helpless to avoid. June does posess many good qualities also; she can also be a good confidant to talk to, and she has much experience in the areas of "relationships" after the little adventure she had. June unconsciously tends to be a little flirtatious with every male she meets - I'm not sure if this is intentional or not, but she certainly has that effect on people. When things are looking down, she is very quiet and introvert, but when things are looking up, she can certainly make the day look brighter. |
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| Poem Of The Moment I don't want to live like this. I cannot stand to live like this. Where are you? I cannot live a day when I don't see you, I cannot live a moment without thinking about you, Where are you? Please, let me see your face, Let me see who you really are, Where are you? The world denies me you, I cannot find you here. Where are you? I'm dead so long as you aren't living, You aren't living until I find you. Where are you? Impossible is to end thought about you, I suffocate the more I think of you. Where are you? Then I found you, But I lost you again, Don't leave me like this. |
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| Karate Tournament: One I won't forget. 5/2/05 Those of you that hadn't heard, no, I had'nt won any medals at the tourny. A shame, though. Since I turned seventeen, this year I was in the adult division, light weight class. I was concentrating too much to be busy being intimidated by all the other guys. But I thought I did my form very nicely; but I got a lower score than I expected (8.2, 8.3 etc.), which left me and my physical abilities in doubt. What really sucked about the tournament during the forms competition, one of the masters had called me up to give me the second place medal (I was estatic) when he gave his clipboard a second glance and said, "Nope, sorry, wrong person. Please sit down," and sent me back and gave the medal to some other guy. Bleh. What could make the day worse? Well, during the sparring competition, the person I was sparring with was obviously a person that went to tournaments often. I could tell by the way he looked, the shape of his body, his movements. When I was paired with him, I knew my chances were slim, but I went in anyway. The first score he got on me knocked the wind right out of me, but I managed to stay up. The next was a ridge hand that knocked my head sideways (keep in mind that this is a 'no contact' match, but with black belts, there are some exceptions). The third blow hit me straight in my teeth. Thank god for the mouth guard, though it's a loss. My head snapped back, and before I knew it, I was falling to the ground. I idly felt my hands hit the ground beside me. Surprisingly, I didn't feel any pain. By the time I blinked again, I saw my vision blacking out, and I knew I lost this match. The punch came so fast and hard, I didn't even see it coming, which got me pissed off. What seemed like only a moment later, my eyes opened again, and I saw three masters leaning over me saying my name, and asking what hurt on my body. The first thing I noticed wrong was that my right incisor tooth was pushed back probably several millimeters back, past what is normal, I tasted blood, and I had one hell of a headache. They sat me up, and with help, I managed to stand up on my feet leaning on Master Vulcar. When I got up, I noticed my glasses were a bit bent up. I also notcied that everyone in the gymnasium was clapping (fort me). Later that day, my friends kept on telling me that I was on the ground for six or seven minutes, but I thought they were joking. I asked them seriously, and they said they were telling the truth; I had been knocked out. That got me even more pissed off. The guy had knocked me out, and he didn't get disqualified! On a no-contact sparring match! I spent the remainder of the tournament on the bleachers, holding my head with my mangled hand, because I didn't feel like looking at all the people staring at me. I managed to gather a small sized crowed around me (mostly my fellow students from my school), and I felt that I had somehow let them down. I had always felt like I was the leading example, but I had so easily been outclassed. I wanted to hit the wooden bleachers next to me with my closed fist, but I managed to keep my anger in check; it pays no good to be a poor sport, especially in front of everybody else. One of my friends stated that she saw me falling down from the blow to my face, and when I didn't get up, she started to seriously worry. A few minutes later, I had gotten up, but still had to finish the presentation before I could sit down. The person I was sparring got first in the sparring division. I keep seeing the scene through what I remember in my head again and again, replaying itself constantly, as if I could study it so well that I would've found a way to avoid the blow, and score a point. Only a minute had gone by when I was out of the match. |
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