The Perks of Being a Cuban.

It seems as though when everything is just going normally in my life I have nothing to blog about. But I miss blogging and feel bda that I had given it up for a while as my readers are very important to me. Well one of them is at least.

I was eating a twinkie and thoght of the unimportant reader. Be flattered that you are at least still in my thoughts albeit as a snack food that represents asians who are whiter than a Faith Hill concert. I never really got into the twinkie (snack not asian). It was alright and I ate it from time to time but it was bever a big thing for me like some people make it out to be. Yes it was sweet, but the texture of the "bread" always weirded me out. It always tasted stale and was sort of unappealing.

My obsession for Hawai'i grows. I want to teach myself hawaiian, which I believe is more practical than teaching myself a conventional language like Italian or French. I don't really understand what it was that attracted me to Hawaiian music culture and traditions but everything I see of the island and its people is fascinating. Up until a few weeks ago I though the most proud people in the world were the Cubans. But Hawaiians can be defined almost the same way Diego Luna defined Cubans (the ones here can't wait to go back and the ones there never want to leave). I haven't spoken to many hawaiians first hand but it seems like the ones on the mainland can't stop talking about the island and the ones on the island will have severe withdrawal if they love their homely paradise for too long. If I didnt hate the heat I know Hawai'i would be where I'd want to live the rest of my life. Spam aside I can learn to love it.