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4th Grade

It is difficult to talk about 4th Grade.

We had just left Mexico City and moved to Villahermosa, Tabasco.

Very different place, a city we associated more with Family Vacations (Due to my mother’s family living there) than Making a Living.

My main issue was the people.

You see, we had just arrived from Mexico City, a place that is maligned by many people throughout Mexico. A recurring phrase I have heard goes something like this: “If you love <insert current city name here>, kill a ‘Chilango'”. Chilango is the slang used to refer to people from Mexico City.

A calm, quiet kid from Mexico City was not very welcomed, and never adapted.

That year I learned how cruel kids can be.

I learned that I could punch and kick other people.

I learned that the other kids kicked and punched harder.

I also learned that nobody was listening when I told them they were calling me names in the first place.

They wanted me to do nothing to defend myself.

So I did.

It was only a year.

I managed to spend more time with some of my favorite cousins, I learned a bit about fishing, and made my first trips to Cancun and the Yucatan Peninsula. I learned snorkeling!  I got the SNES! I started watching Anime on TV!

It was a painful year, yes, but all the good stuff that happened was amazing and unforgettable.

One of my most vivid memories is in the beaches of Cancun, a day in which the sea was wild and we were wilder.

My dad tried to convince us to go into the water even though it was a tad too wild for a 10-year old child.

We went in anyways.

The sea was unpredictable, violent, extremely aggressive. Not fit for swimmers at all.

And yet we stood there, holding on, almost swept to a potentially fatal situation.

That “almost-being-dragged-on” feeling was simply amazing, and coupled with the beautiful location, made for a memory that hardly has an equal.

The opportunities were not as good in Tabasco, so eventually we did move to Veracruz, a very famous port / tourist attraction.

Those were two good years.

That’s when the dreams started.

A Month in Third Grade

In the early 90’s, things were going down in Mexico City.

3rd Grade of Middle School, a Marist College.

He was a smart, friendly, active kid.

Not the smartest, but always hanging there near the top.

Not the friendliest, but always looking out for those he cared for.

Not the sportiest, but always gave his best on those soccer matches.

He was barely special.

His family of five was special to him.

In his dreams, he always wanted them close, even if his dreams showed them in dangerous situations.

But he was just a kid, so the only way for him to help them was try to be the best he could, even if sometimes he fought with his sisters, got angry over silly things, or did pranks that were a little bit dangerous.

But, that year, things were going down: The business wasn’t panning out, and in fact was becoming too complicated to the point of unfair litigation.

So his dad and mom had to take a rough decision: They would leave the big nice house, with the caretakers and the comforts.

But his dad, always looking ahead, always trying to find ways in which to move things forward, saw one thing that worried him: The City of Mexico was in trouble. He saw that the natural reserves would run out sooner than expected, and gambled for something else: To leave the city in which the kid and his little sisters had grown up in, in which their lives had started to develop.

Where to go? Anywhere. But with things as they were, the family could opt to either go for roots, or somewhere else.

The dad’s roots? A little town in the middle of the Veracruz mountains. Not the place in which the dad and the mom wanted to raise their children.

The mom’s roots? A city far in the south, in Tabasco, one of the most beautiful states in the country, with lots of warm family, food, and good enough education.

The choice was not easy, but they opted to go to Tabasco, and they chose to leave two months before ending the school year.

This is where the kid’s story begins: He chose to commit to his studies.

They tried to convince him to go, that he did not need to finish the school year and he would still be accepted in his new school.

He refused.

He wanted to finish the school year properly.

So the kid’s parents decided to let him live with some friends of the family, who lived across the street and whose youngest son went to the same school.

In one month, the kid learned that the world was full of awesome things that he did not know about.

Here is a list of awesome things that happened to him during that month:

  • He ate a lot of great food. International food! Spain! Japan! Chinese! He had never had any of them.
  • He even ate maguey worms. Expensive! Also gourmet!
  • He learned to do Math real good. Lots of Math Exercises! Every day! It was hard and worth it.
  • He lived in room with a ridiculous amounts of Star Wars toys. Tres Geek!
  • He learned to fulfill his commitments, to stick to his guns and his beliefs.

After the month had passed, he finished 3rd Grade and moved on to 4th Grade, which was overall as eventful in a completely different way.

But it’s a story for another time.

Touhou Thing Part 3

In other words: Page #2 / Strip #4. Confused yet? You should. Moving to a once-every-two-weeks schedule, and releasing two strips instead of one.

Do I need to give an explanation of what Orin is really like in this comic?

I think it’s better if I leave it to your imagination.

I really like Seiga.

She’s a troll character.

And considering the nature of this comic, she will be back with a more formal introduction.

Next update: Probably gonna be about other folk living underground.

Why the underground folk?

Man, I dunno, I think the SA characters are pretty dope. Their isolation lends itself to eccentricity!

I will try to tone down the jokes about sexual preferences/deviancy, though.

Will try to make this as white and clean as possible! <3 (yeah right)

ANIME EXPO: DAY 0

We arrived to L.A. around noon, checked in, and went to have our now-traditional lunch at the Farmer’s Market.

Then we went to registration, which had its own issues (See the Stream we recorded here).

We failed at covering the Red Carpet, due to said registration issues.

We did manage to record the entire Opening Ceremony, which was on Day 0 instead of the start of Day 1.

We had some pizza, planned tomorrow’s REALLY TIGHTLY PACKED SCHEDULE and proceeded to go back to the hotel.

Tired. Must sleep. Will talk more tomorrow.

I leave you the brief gallery of today’s events.

Expect an even bigger amount of photos tomorrow and the following days.