The Lost Boys

This 80’s vampire movie was a part of a strange ritual I had with an uncle every time I visited my family when I was a little. Five years old was my age and, this particular ritual of mine consisted of two seats in front of a big tv screen (’80s big) grabbing a liter of milk and watching horror movies in the company of an adult (my teenage uncle).

It, Child’s play and stuff like that but it was The Lost Boys the movie that I fell for, sort of in a nerdy/cool way. I believe it was the combination of styles and characters what captured my eyes, badass leather wearing jacket Michael or nerdy not so nerdy looking frog brothers; the brotherhood between David and his gang and, the paradise of the life in Santa Carla.

Another thing I loved and got inside my head deeply was the music. Getting introduced to The Doors’ people are strange song as Michael, Sam and their mother arrive at that funky looking town combined with that same location at night with Gerard McMann’s Cry Little Sister turning the funky looking town around and giving it a somewhat of punk, gothic and sexy nightlife feeling.

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If that wasn’t enough, we also have that sax man that to me represented almost entirely what the ’80s were, that character may seem just there to fill in the scene, but do try to think about that moment without Timmy Capello (the sax man) or his iconic beat and dance moves, impossible.

Did I mention David’s gang? – Those guys were mental, going around with their cool vibes, eating surfers, tricking people into eating worms and drinking blood in their awesome man cave, bike racing through the beach to end up hanging below a speeding train, mental.

Let us not forget the nerd comics store owners/vampire hunters, the Frogg brothers and the sweet mommy’s boy Sam, who completes the group with some very good punch lines, but then this trio is taken to another level by one of the most awesome four-legged characters in an ’80s movie, Nanook. What about the cool grandpa? – window cleaning aftershave, dating Mrs. Johnson, beautiful ride, kills the head of vampires and tops it off with his ‘…all those damn vampires’ line, epic.

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We absolutely must thank the great Joel Schumacher for this iconic ’80s creation and, even though Batman & Robin sucked big time, we must not concentrate on one mistake (even though it was on a big-ass franchise) when we have St. Elmo’s Fire, Flatliners, some INXS videos and The Lost Boys.

A vampire movie as well achieved as this iconic creation is one that you must watch and appreciate in complete detail for as it marked my introduction to the ’80s culture growing up, I’m sure you will feel overwhelmed by its whole world if you grew up in the ’80s.

Heartbeats

This week I felt that inevitable fear that a son can/must/will feel. My dad went in for a routine check-out, and the doctors did not let him leave the hospital for medical reasons, more specific, his heart.

My dad is 62 years old, but he is as hard as oak, besides that fact he has been more thoughtful of his health and been in consequence, taking care of himself. The fact that you have your father in the hospital is more than sufficient to worry and to have fucked up thoughts, but one can also keep themselves busy with good memories which is what I’ve been doing.

Thankfully, my dad is coming home, his heart is healthy and his mind too. I’ll be more than happy to enjoy some quality time with him and to literally, enjoy him and this new opportunity that God has given me with him.

There is a saying that goes: “a father should never bury his sons, it should be the other way around.” or something like that. The fact is that yes, a father should not suffer the death of their sons, but should the sons suffer that instead?

I believe in the natural order and that there is no escape from this but, there is no suffering (from a son’s point of view) if you genuinely have quality time with your father (and mother), if you enjoy and live the love of your parents then you will not suffer when they are gone; instead, you will grow and be a better person for you and others from what you learn and absorb from your parents while they are with you in this world.

Mom, Dad… I love you deeply.

Forward – Backwards – Forward

Change needs to be embraced with open arms, face forward and adapt as the times change. We all look to put our best foot forward at all times; some of us can get stuck in one of those steps we make, like stepping into a quicksand, and the more you try to step back or to a side or anywhere outside that place, it pulls you more inside.

A bad decision can cost you your job, your friends, money or more things, take your pick. I can guess that maybe all of us have gone through this “quicksand” phases. Every few steps forward can sometimes come with a fall backward, sometimes its a stumble but onward, I usually fall, backward.

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Falling sucks. Once I fell for eight months straight and, as I write these words I have been falling for two months; several job opportunities, interviews and so but every time something good presents itself, and you feel like taking that firm step forward, all of a sudden a brick is thrown at your way.

Bricks in the shape of ‘we’ve decided not to hire that position at the time being’ or ‘a family member of yours works here so, we can continue with your application.’ Big ass bricks like those, it is savage what those do to your spirit. Luckily, some individuals have the emotional strength to bounce back from adversity, resiliency.

Ending these words, I think about the movie, ‘In search of happiness,’ and the quote: “This part of my life, this little part… is called happiness.

As long as you have a strong spirit and mind, the support from your family and friends and the will to overcome difficult situations, you will have the absolute strength to pull your foot back from that quicksand, put our best foot forward and achieve little parts of a so-called life to call them happiness of our own.

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STEP OUT, BE BOLD, BELIEVE BIGGER!

“Go forward as fearlessly as possible”
Henry Rollins

The Godly Chic Diaries

For someone reading this, something has been pending. You’ve been waiting on a YES. You’re about to get it. God has blown the door wide open in your favor…

I believe that every promise God has given me is for ME, and I trust Him with every fibre of my being. How about you?

There are doors that will specifically open just for you. But will you be ready! Will you be courageous enough to walk through them, Will you believe that you were created for this?

Oftentimes we blame others for our lack of opportunity, but most times we hinder ourselves. We let self-doubt, fear and uncertainty guide us. NO MORE!!! Let’s choose to live a life walking in faith. Believing in ourselves and believing more in the God that created us.

So don’t sit on the sidelines watching others step out in faith, thinking that it is not…

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inadequate

Quote:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It’s not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

These words belong to Marianne Deborah Williamson, and they are amazing. I heard them while watching a movie called Coach Carter (2005), actually a variant from the original words. Coach Carter is played by the fantastic Nick Fury (I know that’s not his real name) a wise basketball coach without the eye patch who wants to make a difference with a group of kids in high school, yet another enjoyable movie with Samuel L. Jackson, and I believe it is also a true story (?).

Anyhow, these words I believe are about how we auto sabotage ourselves in every aspect of life. Family, friends, co-workers and everyday situations; everything so that we can fit in a mold when we are our own shape and size.

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ac·qui·es·cence

noun: acquiescence; plural noun: acquiescences
the reluctant acceptance of something without protest.

As time goes by, you have to make choices that will open or close doors for you in every aspect of life. But I’m not trying to be all deep with these words, I believe that when the time is up, you can either accept it or go against it.

In my case, I think that if things do not go as planned or as once mentalized, I’m just reluctant to go with that flow. I have to see myself trapped and without resources or moves before that final checkmate moment.

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The work hours for a job position ends, the time for being in a place ends, the lastingness of a situation has to stop. Everything good and bad has a life span. Hopefully, I’ll find a job soon so I can quit with all this alone time that has me in a continuous spiral of thoughts, stressing myself.

The bittersweet waiting

I have been here before. I have been this anxious. I have been this needy. I have been talking to myself checking if I did well with the interviews or if I said the right things if I behaved correctly… if I was entirely myself. If that was what they were looking for.

It’s an unpleasant place to be this situation, wanting to work so hard but having no place to work for, I enjoy having time to myself, but there is no joy in it if there is only that. I cannot be wasting time, I could, but I am not seven years old on a perpetual Saturday morning watching the early morning cartoons and waiting for my friends to go and play. To my grown ass bad luck, I need to earn money for a living, and I like doing so.

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These past couples of weeks have been desperate times for me, and I’ve been forcing my way in a city where I have no one, but I want to stay here and keep growing. Hopefully writing my simple life issues can ease my mind as I wait for a decision and a green light to start working again.

The only antidote for this is pure and simple patience.

Tic, toc, tic, toc.

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