This is from Friday. I was too lazy/busy to finish.

What a crazy start for a morning. Well, not exactly because I worked graveyard. I came home around eight-o’clock. As soon as I come in, I see a puppy by the PS3. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing for a few seconds. In fact, I was bit scared. (Come to think of it, why the hell was I scared. The puppy is probably eight inches long. It’s very small. I think it was a chihuahua. White, with bright brown spots. There were a few spots, maybe six at the most. I took video of it ‘cause it is cute. It’s tiny.) I come in slowly, baby steps. I saw that it was shaking. I think it was scared seeing me come in just like that. I walked towards him (it’s got a wang) and I pet him. He’s a gentle one. In my head, I quickly gave it a name: Spotty. I left it alone for a bit as I went to my room. I was perplexed the puppy was in my house. Things like that doesn’t just happen daily in my life. I go back to him and I started hanging out him. He was walking, running, and jumping. More like hopping, actually. He was hopping. He was following me as well. I gave it food and water because it wouldn’t stop whining. My brother took over as I hopped into bed. Before I went to sleep, I tested my brother on the DMV exam questions. He seems ready. Good sign. He memorized the questions. He even did his own standards so it can get stuck in his head. Hopefully he passed it. I haven’t heard back from him.

I go to sleep at around eight-thirty. My Dad wakes me up. The way he did was like none before. He was shaking me like crazy. He tells me to get up and get out of the house because a house is burning? What house?Where? I get up, grab my phone, and I put my shoes. I walk out of the house a bit hurriedly. As I step and walk down the porch steps, I see the smoke. My eyes follow the trail to the left and I see the black cloud inside the second floor of the apartment building. The whole floor was filled with smoke. I couldn’t believe it for a moment but there it was. Something like this has never happened in my neighborhood. Never. It’s crazy. The whole building was burning. I don’t remember if there was 2 or 3 firetrucks since I was fixated on the fire. I join my Dad and my youngest brother to look at the unfortunate event unfolding. There were squad cars at the both ends of the block. Eventually, more firetrucks came along and we were forced to walk to the end of the block. I don’t know if anybody was in there when I came out. I wasn’t told a thing. I don’t know if anybody was injured, put on a stretcher, etc. Not a lot of rumors were said concerning how the fire started. Some say it was arson. Others said that the people inside weren’t aware because of faulty smoke detectors, another said it was an accident. What is certain is how it got started. The fire started from the back of the building (Damn, the building is no more than 10 feet from my apartment building. That’s very lucky). There’s a motorcycle there. Something ignited the gas tank to explode or something. That was proven to be true. I don’t how but I’m not gonna argue about it. Thankfully, nobody was hurt but there was major damage inside the building. Not so much outside. A lot of furniture was destroyed, along with walls, wood, etc. It took about 2 hours for the fire to be extinguished. I was just watching “the show”. Some people thought my house was burning. Some relatives of my neighbors came as quickly as possible with a lot of concern to see if their loved ones were hurt. Some thought they were in danger. Luckily, it wasn’t the case. I stood there, talking and listen and how it happened. There were about 8 firetrucks in total throughout and 3 squad cars. The whole block was on lock down, closed from Raymond/35th to Jefferson/the street before Budlong.

After the 2 hours, I was able to go inside my house, which smelled a little bit of smoke. No biggie. Hector and Rocky came by a few hours later, seeing the aftermath themselves. I briefly told them what happened. About 2 hours later, my internet and phone line got messed up and I think it was due to the fire. Maybe it burned up the lines.

I got it fixed the next day and it turns out that it didn’t have to do anything with the fire. As of right now, the building’s windows are boarded up with thin wood. The people who lived their threw stuff out, got moving vans n’ such. There were doing out throughout the whole day. It must freakin’ suck to lose almost everything, really. I’m thankful for what I have ‘cause unfortunate events like those could happen to anybody. I have a bunch of stuff that I would be very upset if were lost. Too much. I can’t imagine. I hope they’re doing okay. I just wonder.

I’ll blog about Lina’s birthday later on today, including yesterday’s music video shoot, and the editing for guitar cover.