Those small things

I've always been the kind of person that keeps it cool during stressful situations. Always believing that this way I will help other try to get less stressful... in a way, not add to their stress. This have led me to not get overly stressed at huge things going wrong. Is the fact that they are huge that keeps me in mind that not everything can go right. Funny thing is, that when it comes to small things, a matter of minutes, can really make you feel angry and sad in a way? I don't expect too much from big things, but I always expect a lot from small things; believing that being small, it shouldn't be a problem for them to go right or just how I wanted.

Well, then comes the people, situations out of your hand that makes you feel angry at it even if you think "it's no big deal". This goes like this especially for kids. Don't ever underestimate a kid's will, and the crush him breaking your promises. Well, long time ago, I was 11 or 12, it was Saint Valentine's day. Like usual, everyone gets cards from people and all. And in school, I always belonged to the smart group. In those groups, the smarter you were, the cooler you were. I was well liked, but less thought of than I thought. Valentine day arrived, and these two girls who I deeply admired, were like the coolest of the group. Everyone looked up to them, even me, and they gave these cute cards to everyone in class, EVERYONE, but me. They saw me as they approached my chair and I noticed them exchanging looks as in "oh fuck we forgot". They didn't had one for me, so they went to search for one to write my name and give it to me. It was nice of them to feel bad about it, and it wasn't hat big of a deal. But for some reason, it made me feel very bad the whole day. People really ignore the small things that make me feel bad, ignoring them, thinking is not a big deal. Big things I don't care, small things I do. I don't know why, it's just me.

Like when a kid waits for Christmas morning anxiously, waiting for it, just to open that one present he was wanting all year, something small. When he comes down, there is a huge bike in the living room. The parents got him the best, he was shocked at it, happy at it, but something was not right. He didn't saw the small box anywhere. the parents ignored the small happiness for a huge bike they thought was best. Some people, just don't take into consideration others. But then again, probably the little boy never told anyone that all he wanted was that small yellow car he saw that day at the store. So then again, it's not their fault... doesn't mean he won't be sad at it. And so it goes.

EDIT: Well, turns out the little kid with a sigh went to ride his bike for the first time. Along the way, he found a boy, they biked for a while along the neighborhood. And they became life-long friends.

Rain in PR = VACATIONS

So I was pondering what to write about, been wanting to write for a while now, just didn't come up with anything yet. So Puerto Rico, the south part, is the driest place you can find in the Caribbean Sea. Up in the north you can see some rain now and then, not much, but definitely more than south. And the island is so small, so why would it make any difference if it rains north and not south? Well, the mountains… the mountains. Those huge, things cities fight over who owns which one… it's the central mountain chain which keeps the difference in south and north well defined.

Recently during this hurricane season, storms have been passing over us (north), leaving just some bit of rain in south, lot in north, but nothing harmful. The closest one to hit us was Hanna…. And that was like a few hours' rain and gone; but total devastation in neighbor's countries, such as Cuba and R.D. My theory is that there is this protective atmosphere that formed after the global warming started kicking in. Since then we haven't got a hurricane for… what? Three years? I can't really recall, but it has been a long time.

I remember when I was in high school, my last year. It was raining so badly in April that when we got off the buss to walk home, bellow all the rain, (me and my brother) I almost fell inside a hole in the street that was not visible due to the water. If it wasn't because my brother grabbed me by instinct by the arm, I would have eaten mud and my school bag would by bye bye (with all inside it). That was the last time I remember it rained so much here. At least for 3 full day, non-stop. Back then, we still went to school even though the rain, although not the next day.

Puerto Rico is so not used to rain, that people actually was starting to forget all the safety preparations before hurricane season. Although is a normal thing that they always rush to the supermarket to buy all needs (plus some good amount of beer) the hour before the hurricane arrives. After they do that, they make it a national sport to actually predict how the storm is going to behave. From category 5 to 3 before it reach, speed, curves, town it's going to enter first, more rain than wind or more wind than rain, and so forth. Everyone here has their own story to tell when it comes to hurricane season.

Well, I honestly must say, feeling sorry for all the homes that are not prepare for it and the people who get stuck in their houses for days long; I ENJOY the season. I love rain like that. But people here seem to fear it some way. Sure, you can't use cars when it has been raining for three days non-stop. But there are still a LOT of things you can do, like play old good games, walk (which many need; including me), watch movies, just have a good time while all activity is suspended. When I was in school, we celebrated the storms, because it meant we will be excused for not going, EVEN if we had a test. Truth be told, 75% of schools are impossible to reach if it's raining. That's how stupid architects are here. Hope they fix all that soon. So here is my story of one of the most fun hurricane time I had… well, I saw it fun back then. :P There was this time, when we used to live in a wooden home. Here, if you have a wooden house, you need to make sure it's safely attached to the ground *chuckles*. Actually is the ceiling you have to secure, the more ropes the better. Since we lived in a wooden house, we needed to stay in a concrete home while the storm passes. My dad would ALWAYS stay in the wooden house to make sure it stands the storm. We would go to our grandma's house which was at the other side of our neighborhood. It was like a whole sleep over; clothing, blankets, pillows, and lots of relatives. We would all sleep scattered. We, as the kids, would get the beds. ;) Although my grandma's beds always smelled funny to me, I would eventually fall asleep after around 2am when everyone was quiet and not drinking. I remember that hurricane was really cool, yet too much.

They sat in the balcony as it approached, tempting the storm. It was always a fun thing to do for guys, to go out at the beginning of it and hold till you had to actually run. I looked through the window, and saw the most wonderful thing I ever saw nature related. The sky was blue and grey, and like magic, it turned orange, pure orange in just seconds. It was like someone was dropping paint over it. It was very beautiful. And the sound, HOW I love the whistle of the wind and the sound of the heavy rain hitting the ceiling, plus the trees moving, and all of it (starting to miss it now XD). Well, after the storm passed the next morning my dad came on foot. ALL paths were blocked. There was no way cars could go through, either by water, junk or trees on the street. My dad would tell us how he had to hide in the bathroom while the storm passed, because the whole house would shake. Thank goodness, our house was intact, the yard… which was HUGE, was full of ceilings, which dad thought was ours. Turned out it was all from the houses around, ALL of them damaged, all but ours. The neighbors actually were angry at us, not even our trees fell. Was a funny time. The not so fun part was that we end up without electricity for around a month, I can't recall the exact time. But classes were suspended for a long while because the classrooms were being used for refugees.

Oh well.Now, it has been raining for 3 days yet again, because of s "small" storm coming from south. We have a lot of categories for storms, categories most countries won't have. We have the hurricanes, which is according to the speed of winds and the eye diameter. Then there's the storm, which is like 2 levels bellow hurricane. And the "Vaguadas", if you pay attention, you see the word "agua" (water). So that's basically, pure water, no winds or anything, just water and more water. And then the wind storms which I'm not sure how they call them, since they are rare. Then we have the sand storms from Sahara's desert, how I hate those, allergies FTW! And then the chill (cold waves), when we have cold wind blowing from up north during January and February. The country literally stops functioning with the "vaguadas". Government has to help flowed sectors, schools have to serve as refugees and universities and jobs are simply unreachable. I love it because it gives me full, cozy nights with my cozy sheet, instead of the think cotton one which is not cozy but good for hot nights. I rather use the big one :(. XD! I did want to write…. Geeesshhhh. Too much. XD