"what happened?"

now, that im home from chicho's ill finnish this "chapter". 

["what do you mean dad is with god, what happened?", gerald demanded. gigi, gerald's little sister looked at him in such disbelief and cried out, "youre not funny, you cant be drunk still! youve been in the hospital for eight days." this rubbed gerald in a a bad way. "who the hell are you? and, why are you even here? mom who is this?" silence filled the hospital room. and, everybodies face including gerald's was frozen with confusion. "gerald, you where in an accident last weekend. and, it was pretty bad. the doctors said that they werent sure if you would wake up... and, if you did they didnt know if how badly your brain would be damage." gerlad's mom explained. with all this confusion geralds frustration just built. he didnt like the fact that this little girl was yelling at him. he could grip the reality that his dad was dad. and, he certainly couldnt get over the fact why his mother looked like someone's grandmother. without even realizing he was talking to his younger brother bluntly asked the quite boy behind his mom, "hey, boy! who are you? do you know this crazy girl talking to me like she knows me?" with tears pouring out of the boys face said in a shaken voice, "kuya, its me... your little bro george. dont you remember me?" in which gerald replied, "how can you be my 'little bro' my mother has one son, AND THAT ME!" a doctor comes into the room and declares, "after, we we run some test we can release your san one your family can go home." gerald's cell phone rings. his mother reaches in her purse and says, "its your friends charlie... would you like to talk to him?" charlie and gerald have been friends since kindergarden days. charlie was the kind of friend that always helped gerlad not be so shy. talking him into sneaking out of the house after his parents went to bed. he was usually the influence that got gerald in trouble for stay out passed curfew by his very persuasive personality. those two were the best of buds.]

ho-kay... off too eat and pollute my brian with some television.

-rudebay

some more on gerald.

Im using my sidekick at work since there's nothing to do here. Hope I can actually post this. ["OH! I think my baby boy is waking up! ... can you hear me Gerald?" As Gerlad's eyes began to focus on a what seemed to be an older lady standing right over him, he replied, "I hear you." With an overload of happy tears pouring from the ladie's eyes she said in a whimper, "I thought we were gonna lose you." Gerald took a deep beathe. Stared blanky in her eyes and asked, "Ma, why do you look so old?" Gerald's mother would usually take offense to a comment like this, but being in the situation she was in she just smiled. "Ma, im scared why do you look..." and before gerald could finnish his sentece two teenagers about 13 or 15 run into the room shouting out, "kuya, you're awake!" Gerald knew what kuya ment, but he couldn't figure out why they would call him that. Specially, if he had no clue who these kids were. Over whelmed by it all he turned his head to his mother and asked "Ma, where's dad at? Why isn't he here with you?" Geralds father was killed while serving in desert storm in the early 90's. He's been dead since Gerald was still in grade school. And, the two teenagers that ran into the room calling him kuya were the product of his parents lastnight together. Realizing her son had some memory lost she was unable to hold back her tears and replies, "daddy is with god now." ] I know that wasn't much, but imy battery is getting a little low. So, ill finnish this scene when I get home. Thanks for reading. -rudeboy

"time to pretend"

very few of my friends know this, but i love to write. honestly, a lot of my friends dont really know me for the person i really am... just my personality. or, so it feels that way at times. theyre a lot of things that people dont know about me. it may be because i dont feel the need to share everything i am with people, or it could be pure fact that i dont know how to talk to people about my dreams and inhibitions. so... maybe its a good thing that i started this blog. you know, to get things of my chest and whatnot. 

on the drive home today i had a mer thought of a situation that has never happend as far as i know, but could. and, while i was in the car i created a story around that situation and how it became. the little scenes that i fabricated in my head gave me watery eyes because of that question, "what if... "  we go throughout of live asking that over and over again. i guess its like human nature or something, but you know you have asked it. anyways, the inspiration of the story came from a mgmt song, "time to pretend." i havent  wrote any of the story yet. so, ill be free writing it.  and, see if you think this could actually be a screen write. so, here it goes. [im just making up names on the top of my head]

["gerald" is a young proffesional who moved away for work. he comes home to be with his family and friends for the holidays. during is flight home he has flashbacks of his uptight childhood, his parents were very strict. such as playing with clay, paint or in the mud and his mother freaking out because of the mess his play time has made. he also has flash backs of his early teens and early twenties while he was still going to community college in his home town. the night life he got caught up in. the bmx sessions that his friends and himself had. basically, hes reminiscing his basic up bringing. while hes home he meets up with his friends that he had left behind to become a proffestional for a house party. its typical "virginia beach" house party, with a keg and bottles of liquor in the kitchen and loud music. while hes inside drinking and talking with old/new friends he sees "charlie" and a couple other guys shredding it out on there bikes, noticably intoxicated. he goes outside and watches and talks to "lacey" who has been out there the whole time.  "lacey" gets a phone call in the middle of the cnverstation. shes giving directions to one of her friends to meet up at the party. after, the phone call "gerald" hollers at "lacey" to watch him do a trick on the bike. he rides his bike down the street and turns around racing toward the house in full speed.. "lacey" phone rings again. "lace, im down the street, should i stop by the next 7-11 to get a pack, or s the keg still good. oh my god, some dude that the bar bought us like seven rounds of shots! so, im buzzing pretty good right now. cant wait to get fucked up with you. im actually pulling up rightnow."[hangs up] as "lacey" puts her phone back in her pocket she hears a crash. one of the guys yells out, "someone call 911! ...gerald just got hit by a car." "lacey" looks on at the scene in shock as she sees "geralds limp body on the pavement and messed up bike about a yard from him with the front wheel still spinning. a girl steps out of the car crying and abviously intoxicated. with the sirens in the backround "lacey" screams out "OH MY FUCKING GOD, GERAAAAAAAAALD!"]

end scene. 

if you want to know what happens to Gerald leave some comments. the story gets a lot better. you get to meet gerald's mom, bestfriend and his brother and sister as the story moves along.  until then, thanks for reading the story so far. and, i know my writing skills arent up to par... but the story is great. i think so anyways...

-rudeboy

passion...

we all have our strong passions. most of my friends are into extreme sports and photography. and, ive always try to get into those things myself. i find them interesting and fun. but, ive notice i dont have the drive like my peers. since, i was little ive always been the shy quite one. but, when i discovered acting i became the total opposite. ive realized in the past few years ive lost that about me, letting other things become priority. well, ive made a choice. i can either stay in virginia beach and leave my passions behind in hope of finding new ones or find an acting school and be proactive and try to make it one day. 

im not looking for fame. i just want to do something for the rest of my life that i would enjoy because its a passion, not because i have to do something to pay bills and keep a roof over my head. i know, its not an over night thing and it can take years before i will be noticed. and, considering my asian decent i would most likely not be getting work easily as it is. honestly, im just tired of wasting my life away and dreaming what could have been if i had continued with school. i want to know what will be. and, what ill become. 

theyre many things that hold me back. moving away to a place where i dont know anyone, how im going to make money to survive while im there, or even how long ill be able to to deal with the struggle into making it in this field of work. but, im tired of letting all that doubt control me. i know i have talent and the passion. i just need the drive. 

my skin is a little thicker. my mind is a lot more open. and, i basically have no shame. so, why not acting??

and, to let you know the school ive been looking at and researching is in canada. british columbia to be exact, which is great because ive spent a lot of my childhood in that region of the world before moving back to japan. 

heres a project i found from the school i wanted to go to. its all about chance.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixY1rCERyQY

CHRISTmas!

sleeping in until 11 and eating until youre about to throw up... you cant beat it! i got a new pair of footy pajamas. and, memories that will last me for a life time. my family enjoyed each other's company and with some ridiculous conversation. but, thats how my family is... no filter and that why i love em. 

to the left are my parents making the christmas feast that could have even made oprah full. prime rib, steamed salmon, creamed potatoes... yeah, we went full on white boy style today. haha.

 on the upper right corner is my mom passed out after eat all of that good ass food. she would probably flip out if she ever found out i posted a picture of her up on the internet for unlimited people to view. but you know, she almost looks harmless in this. anyways, the cousin, sister and i are about to rockband it out. later...

-rudeboy

OH PS! 

i will have a picture to show off my crazy cool pj's.

Dance Party 101

last night was fantastic planet's dance party. and... well, it was fantastic. the key to having a good time on the dance floor is to let as much booze run in your vanes as possible. therefor, you dance without a care in the world. although, the night started off a a little stiff it was pretty much a kick ass time. good music and good friends, what more could a guy ask for. AND! for the record, yes i did call that girl a hot tranny

 mess to her face.

oh! and you would never guess who i ran into after the party. MICHAEL COPON. if you dont have an idea who is... you will soon.  for now, i guess you can google him. he's actually a really nice guy and wasnt a dick at all.[i got paid to say that... kidding] but, i did tell him he is one of my fil-am idols and happy for him he has made it this far in the hollywood scene. you know, theres only one place to go from the bottom and that up. big plan, big dreams, and lots and lots of dancing. anyways, have a great holiday season and best wishes into the new year.

-rudeboy

because joe has one.

i only made a blog in hopes of one day i can be as cool as joe. but, for now im using this to keep up with him in hawaii. who knows, maybe one day ill sit in a coffee shop so everyone can see me blag.