Matt+L


 * The Meaning of My Name**

My name is Matthew Louis. It’s kind of strange being the fact that I am Chinese and the name Matthew has a Hebrew origin. My last name Louis comes from the name Louise, which is French. I don’t even have anyone in my family that is French. The fact that my name is not an Asian name seems weird to all my friends. All my friends are constantly asking me, “Are you 100% Asian?” and my answer is always ‘yes’. My explanation to this is: I am 6th generation American on my dad’s side of the family, meaning my family has been in America for sometime. My first name Matthew means, “Gift from God”. According to my parents, they thought that they picked up the wrong baby from the nursery after I was born. My name does not come close to fitting me as a person, which is probably why they think that. Jokingly, my parents keep telling me I am a “PITA”, short for Pain in the @##, which is probably true because I am quite annoying at times. I am as annoying as a gnat. I have no idea why my parents picked that name. I grandparents can't even pronounce it correctly. They pronounce it as "Machoo" like they were sneezing.

No one ever takes me seriously. I kid around, I make jokes, I have a good time, but when it comes to something serious like asking someone what they want for their birthday, they answer “Get me whatever”. So it was my sister’s birthday and I ask her what she wanted and she told me “I don’t know”. So I went out and bought her a DVD. I thought she would like it because it was a movie she would have killed to see, but when she got the gift, she opened it up and stared in disbelief. Then she threw it at me, got up and left. I didn’t know what to do; I just sat there in the same spot, looking into space for a good half hour. I mean I did ask her what she wanted for her birthday and there was just the response of “I don’t know”. It was around Christmas time and my sister came up to me and asked me the same question, “What do you want for Christmas?” I sat there, thought about it, and simply replied, “Just get me a gift card to somewhere or just plain cash.” So that’s what I was waiting to receive for Christmas. So Christmas came and I received a gift, wrapped in a nicely decorated, tiny, little box, which was presentable. I opened it up and what I received was… a light bulb. I was in such shock that I didn’t even speak for a whole hour. I asked her “why a light bulb?” She said it would be useful because I can replace my brain with it. I mean let’s be realistic?!?
 * Let’s Be Realistic**

Everyone’s hair in my family is different. My hair is like cutting the front lawn with a pair of jagged scissors waiting for it to grow back, only doing it all over again. There is no way from keeping my hair from sticking out from all directions. My sister’s hair is dark brown. Mine is jet black. Her hair is a real rat’s nest. She wakes up in the morning and she looks like she got struck by lightning. My mom’s hair is dark brown like my sister’s only it is straight. I don’t know how, but she always keeps her hair straight. My dad’s hair… That’s a different story. He seems like he is losing more hair everyday. There seems to be more grays or whites instead of his jet black he used to have. Believe it or not he used to have the most hair
 * Hair**

My house is located on 62 Buff Lane. Buff Lane is situated at the end of a coda sac where a highway runs beside it. It’s a fairly quiet block where the only noise you can hear is the cars whizzing by on the highway. Once in the while you could hear the faint sound of a siren as it gets louder and louder. Two or three times a day you could hear the neighbor’s Doberman pincher barking his head off as if it was dying. Next door you would see my neighbor being taken away every other week in an ambulance. She always had knee problems so she always fell down the stairs. Down the block there would be FOR SALE signs posted in front every house. With the economy like this nobody could afford his or her homes.
 * My House**


 * Good Day

An ideal day for me is standing on deck during a baseball game, waiting my turn to hit as there is nothing in my mind, but to imagine what it is like to get the game winning hit. I then have to wait for the next guy to get on base only for me to knock in the lead runner on second base. Finally my time comes and I'm standing in the batter's box. All the pictures I imagine on deck come to mind. I'm going to hit a nice line drive into the gap to win the game... As the pitcher winds up, the ball is released from his hand. I watched the ball go by like a bullet was just shot out of a .50 caliber rifle. Damn, the pitcher was throwing heat. The next pitch came and I let the ball go by for strike two. Finally, the third pitch came and I swung for the hills. I watched the ball sail over the center fielder's head for a home run. That ball took off like a rocket. I was so absorbed in the home run that I forgot that that was the game winning hit. ** I have a very friendly neighborhood. Most of the people who live on Buff Lane and Paul Court are senior citizens. It's great to go Trick-or-Treating on my block because they give out a ton of candy. Anyway we have block parties every year that we celebrate for having another successful year. These parties are often fun because everybody is outgoing and we all have a good time. Everybody brings in their products from their own recipes and we all have something good to say. Except for one time when somebody brought homemade vegetable casserole over to the party. It seemed like I was eating chewing gum. There were so many fibers from the green beans that the dish was almost impossible to eat. It wasn't just chewy, but it was bitter, as bitter as a harsh comment from a teacher when you know you did something wrong. Other than the dish being bad, my neighborhood is still as friendly as can be.
 * My Neighborhood**


 * Possession

There are many things I have, but many things I don't have. My most prized possession is my baseball mitt. My passion is the game of baseball. To me my baseball mitt is my heart and soul. I wouldn't want to live without my mitt because I love to throw a baseball around and catching it. Every summer I go out and play a little game of baseball with my friends. It never gets boring to me because like I said baseball is my passion. I always have to have my mitt around with me because it one thing that keeps me happy.

** **Something I Really Want

The one thing I really want is a car. I want to buy a car with my own money and call it my own. Everybody is telling me that they would sell me their cars. My dad wants to sell me his 2006 Nissan Maxima SE and he insists on me to buy it from him. What I really want is to buy a car and make it something I would enjoy riding. If I had enough money I would buy a BMW M3 and paint it blue, as blue as the sky. I would buy chrome rims and clean them until you can see your reflection like looking into a mirror. I would put a spoiler on it just to make it worth looking at. A BMW M3 is something I really want.

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