It's time for me to grow up a little bit and appreciate other ways to grow. My way of growth is shown by a whole new URL address and template design.
Farewell, BlogSpot, I'm moving on...
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Aka..Mr. Envy Me
In comparison to the 22 years of my life, I would have to say 23 was the most challenging year of my existence. Although, I may not recall the other 20 something years, these 365 days are the ones I don't think I'll be able to forget. I lost so much, but gained a massive amount of appreciation and perspective on the things that at some point in my life never mattered or were defined in small words and little expression. I may not want to relive each experience through writing, but let's just say that I am NOT the same person that I thought I was at this exact time this year or even yesterday.
I would truly have to say that I have finally buried myself in infinite cliches that proclaims life lessons within every mistake, in my case, my very own mix-tape.
I was never a Jordan fan, maybe that's why 23 shoved me down a rabbit hole. Maybe I'm about to find out that 24 will always be better.
(Hehe... Pun shmun)
I would truly have to say that I have finally buried myself in infinite cliches that proclaims life lessons within every mistake, in my case, my very own mix-tape.
I was never a Jordan fan, maybe that's why 23 shoved me down a rabbit hole. Maybe I'm about to find out that 24 will always be better.
(Hehe... Pun shmun)
Saturday, June 19, 2010
51. For the Grown and Now Sexy
Scary... Two years ago I wrote this dedicated to "the little ones." Now, they're both IN college! Gross. Prom came and went in a red BCBG gown and the Debutante spun circles to "Superhuman", and here I am thinking of what to say before one moves out and the other runs away.
Don't think I was never the type to think of ways to get out of the house or visualize how it's going to be when I'm far from home (which means being countless miles away from Mom and Dad, also known as momentary freedom). I don't think you should underestimate me and my age and dispute our measly age difference with the generic, "Ate, it's different now..." or one of my favorites, "You don't understand." Come on.. And I can easily respond with another cliche, "Been there, done that," but you'll just roll your eyes and contrive multiple strategies to lure yourself out of this uncomfortable conversation, just so you can text your boyfriend, who to you is "Babe" and probably "The One," where to me, he's just "Him."
You see, between your age and mine, including everyone else after me, it's the time to delve and explore LIFE! Trust me,your best friends aren't always going to your favorite people, your soul mate can end up being the one you can live without, and you will constantly change. One day, you can wake up and realize, "that the major you majored in make no money" and you'll feel like you're stuck on a road leading to label yourself as a College Dropout. That's never the case. Be optimistic. Dream BIGGER. Do more for yourself to make you happier. All of these things, bad and good, will keep you healthy. You might lose your sanity, but all the best people are mad.
I know that you had found "love." The feeling has finally sunk in that he could be it(And now I'm rolling my eyes). I don't have to clarify my story, simply put, it could end. I need you to be strong. I want you to embrace who you are without him, because it will be you who graduates, you who will get your first internship with the biggest corporation, you who will get yourself out of bed every morning to be on time, you will be the one who will decide whether or not you're going to take a hit, you'll be the one to define you, because with your intelligence, I'm certain you won't let him clarify your existence to anyone.
I do know how important he is, but you're much more important at this point of your growing life. Comprehend that things can change and you and him have the power to hurt each other.
I love you guys very much, but it's your life and all I can do is preach and write hoping that you'll tattoo, not all, but some of my rant on your arm so that every time you reach out for something, you won't be afraid.
Now, let's hug it out.
Goodbye Teen Angst. Welcome, Rebellion.
Don't think I was never the type to think of ways to get out of the house or visualize how it's going to be when I'm far from home (which means being countless miles away from Mom and Dad, also known as momentary freedom). I don't think you should underestimate me and my age and dispute our measly age difference with the generic, "Ate, it's different now..." or one of my favorites, "You don't understand." Come on.. And I can easily respond with another cliche, "Been there, done that," but you'll just roll your eyes and contrive multiple strategies to lure yourself out of this uncomfortable conversation, just so you can text your boyfriend, who to you is "Babe" and probably "The One," where to me, he's just "Him."
You see, between your age and mine, including everyone else after me, it's the time to delve and explore LIFE! Trust me,your best friends aren't always going to your favorite people, your soul mate can end up being the one you can live without, and you will constantly change. One day, you can wake up and realize, "that the major you majored in make no money" and you'll feel like you're stuck on a road leading to label yourself as a College Dropout. That's never the case. Be optimistic. Dream BIGGER. Do more for yourself to make you happier. All of these things, bad and good, will keep you healthy. You might lose your sanity, but all the best people are mad.
I know that you had found "love." The feeling has finally sunk in that he could be it(And now I'm rolling my eyes). I don't have to clarify my story, simply put, it could end. I need you to be strong. I want you to embrace who you are without him, because it will be you who graduates, you who will get your first internship with the biggest corporation, you who will get yourself out of bed every morning to be on time, you will be the one who will decide whether or not you're going to take a hit, you'll be the one to define you, because with your intelligence, I'm certain you won't let him clarify your existence to anyone.
I do know how important he is, but you're much more important at this point of your growing life. Comprehend that things can change and you and him have the power to hurt each other.
I love you guys very much, but it's your life and all I can do is preach and write hoping that you'll tattoo, not all, but some of my rant on your arm so that every time you reach out for something, you won't be afraid.
Now, let's hug it out.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
49. Nu-Nu Shit
I've been really antsy about my new projects approaching and I've already started my investment plans and everything on them.
I'm going to start a new blog based on one thing. I'll figure it out as the time passes. I'm not sure if I'm bored or am on a social media/blog kind of sporadic rush.
Allow me to breathe a little bit with this playing in the back....
I'm going to start a new blog based on one thing. I'll figure it out as the time passes. I'm not sure if I'm bored or am on a social media/blog kind of sporadic rush.
Allow me to breathe a little bit with this playing in the back....
Thursday, April 8, 2010
48. EGG-SITED
Deep down inside I look like Rus because I am THIS excited...
New project vastly approaching...
New project vastly approaching...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
47. Poutine Please?
Dude, I'm warning you, America...
Canada is taking over everything, except the NBA.
Canada is taking over everything, except the NBA.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
46. Mack 'n Me
I rarely take pictures of food or brag about a meal I've had, but this time will be my first. This meal has the credibility to take an entry from my safari of pointless rambling.
I wish I can share with you my findings, but I'd respect the fact that I know where this gem is and you can rummage your way around the Internet, the county and even 411 to find THE BEST mac 'n cheese I've ever had.
**Take note that it's so good that I would request this meal to be my last meal on my death bed.**
I wish I can share with you my findings, but I'd respect the fact that I know where this gem is and you can rummage your way around the Internet, the county and even 411 to find THE BEST mac 'n cheese I've ever had.
**Take note that it's so good that I would request this meal to be my last meal on my death bed.**
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
44. Like R.L and Deborah Cox
I've been going back and forth with this FB love/hate relationship that I've constructed and I came up with the ultimate list of why I don't need to blend in the Facebook hype.
Ready?
I hold accounts to the following social media outlets that allows me to participate in the same functions as FB would, but in different outlets to different crowds:
(1.) Twitter: I'm able to view people's statuses of my choice, not by force, instead of being bombarded with status updates that refer to one's significant other, an intoxicated moment, moans and groans about what day of the week it is, a bitching hungover broad, and hopes and desires that people explicitly post. Oh..and I'd be waaaaay too embarrassed to show people that I'd be Facebook friends with the Kardashians, so instead I can stalk them on Twitter.
(2.) Yelp: a forum dedicated to semi-justified reviews of places and things from individuals that I cannot judge from what I know about their character and my personal rating scale of how relevant their intelligence is regarding uh... everything.
(3.) Shutterfly: I have the capability to reveal my non-skilled photographs privately or share them with selected family members and friends AND in return I don't have to see any solo angled mirror shots of some fatty.
(4.) Evite, Emails, BBm and Text: Invitations and such can be corresponded and spread through the following. No need to utilize the FB feature, but I shall continue to use it...when I feel like it.
(5.) The real homies know where I work, how I currently look like, what life changing moments I'm surpassing, the foods I eat for breakfast, the melodramatic instances of the night before, what socks I'm wearing, my every day discoveries and so on and so forth. I don't need to share them with people that I have yet to speak to or refuse to speak to.
I've tossed and turned, flipped and slipped with Facebook, but now we've parted with a possible return for event or lurking purposes (hehe).
Other than that, I'm displaying a course of action as I ban FB, but delve into the delectable treats of other social nets that I devour my hours and sweet time into, instead of simply being a member where all of these occur. I enjoy piling my desktop with bookmarks and such. Ah yes... I am truly a work of art.
Signed,
The Hypocrite
Ready?
I hold accounts to the following social media outlets that allows me to participate in the same functions as FB would, but in different outlets to different crowds:
(1.) Twitter: I'm able to view people's statuses of my choice, not by force, instead of being bombarded with status updates that refer to one's significant other, an intoxicated moment, moans and groans about what day of the week it is, a bitching hungover broad, and hopes and desires that people explicitly post. Oh..and I'd be waaaaay too embarrassed to show people that I'd be Facebook friends with the Kardashians, so instead I can stalk them on Twitter.
(2.) Yelp: a forum dedicated to semi-justified reviews of places and things from individuals that I cannot judge from what I know about their character and my personal rating scale of how relevant their intelligence is regarding uh... everything.
(3.) Shutterfly: I have the capability to reveal my non-skilled photographs privately or share them with selected family members and friends AND in return I don't have to see any solo angled mirror shots of some fatty.
(4.) Evite, Emails, BBm and Text: Invitations and such can be corresponded and spread through the following. No need to utilize the FB feature, but I shall continue to use it...when I feel like it.
(5.) The real homies know where I work, how I currently look like, what life changing moments I'm surpassing, the foods I eat for breakfast, the melodramatic instances of the night before, what socks I'm wearing, my every day discoveries and so on and so forth. I don't need to share them with people that I have yet to speak to or refuse to speak to.
I've tossed and turned, flipped and slipped with Facebook, but now we've parted with a possible return for event or lurking purposes (hehe).
Other than that, I'm displaying a course of action as I ban FB, but delve into the delectable treats of other social nets that I devour my hours and sweet time into, instead of simply being a member where all of these occur. I enjoy piling my desktop with bookmarks and such. Ah yes... I am truly a work of art.
Signed,
The Hypocrite
Thursday, February 25, 2010
43. Time to Make it Eternal
"Take me to another place.
Take me to another land.
Make me forget all that hurts me.
Let me understand your plan."
Take me to another land.
Make me forget all that hurts me.
Let me understand your plan."
Friday, February 19, 2010
42. The Daily
"It's not about what happened in the past, or what you think might happen in the future. It's about the ride, for Christ's sake. There is no point in going through all this crap, if your are not going to enjoy the ride. And you know what... when you least expect something great might come along. Something better then you even planned for."
Monday, January 18, 2010
41. "I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger on the trigger..."
Yes...
It's about that time to advertise my goods.
It will be updated as much as I blog. Ha!
Ps. Me and FB are no longer lovers. He was more of a summer fling. It's me and a FB-less life.
Keep it 100!
It's about that time to advertise my goods.
It will be updated as much as I blog. Ha!
Ps. Me and FB are no longer lovers. He was more of a summer fling. It's me and a FB-less life.
Keep it 100!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
40. 8 Maids a Milking
Holidays are here! Nothing beats the nice aroma of "fat guy running across the mall to get the last box of 'Twilight:Scene It'" sweat and fresh fake pine trees in the malls to brighten up the Christmas cheer!
I love it.
I'm at the point of my list where I'm thinking, "Well...Are we even THAT close?" My checking account is at the amount at where I started, um...$0.01 and I'm still lacking gifts. I'm hoping Santa comes this year and piles that Wilerama flava of "Caaaash Maaaaanny" on my new Range or Panda pet. His choice really. But seriously, Santa out did himself during my 6th Christmas. I woke up Christmas morning upset that S.C. didn't eat any of the cookies or drank any of the milk I left out by the kitchen for him and suddenly my brother, Eljay, screams, "GAIL! WHAT'S THAT?!" looking through our fiber glass sliding door that goes to our backyard. And all I saw was a black Hefty bag sitting on my oldest brother's, Everette, '88 4 door blue Honda Accord aka the ticket to the Palmdale and a rev away from being accused of being a black guy stealing an Asian's car. I remember walking bare foot in the backyard to the car, snatching the bag and hunched it over my gnome shoulders rushing inside to open my Christmas goodies and all of a sudden my eyes lit up brighter than the star in Bethlehem and there it was in my grubby little first grade hands was my very own "Saved By" board game!30 points to win the whole game and to do so you had to date Zack, Slater AND Screech! What was the sole purpose of the game? Who cares?! I had it!!! I didn't even know that existed in the North Pole till I carefully scrutinized my ultimate Christmas present and noticed a white patch of paper on the box...."JC Penny $15.99" "Mom, when did Santa start shopping.....ANYWHERE!?!?" And what does my Mom respond with, "He asked me to buy it for you."
There you have it...At 6 years old I lost my Santa Claus glee, but continued to manipulate my parents and brothers by parading my faith in S.C. to get MORE gifts. I fooled you till I was 11.
On that note...
Merry Christmas and anticipate the Holiday Armadillo on Christmas Eve or Hanukkah.
I love it.
I'm at the point of my list where I'm thinking, "Well...Are we even THAT close?" My checking account is at the amount at where I started, um...$0.01 and I'm still lacking gifts. I'm hoping Santa comes this year and piles that Wilerama flava of "Caaaash Maaaaanny" on my new Range or Panda pet. His choice really. But seriously, Santa out did himself during my 6th Christmas. I woke up Christmas morning upset that S.C. didn't eat any of the cookies or drank any of the milk I left out by the kitchen for him and suddenly my brother, Eljay, screams, "GAIL! WHAT'S THAT?!" looking through our fiber glass sliding door that goes to our backyard. And all I saw was a black Hefty bag sitting on my oldest brother's, Everette, '88 4 door blue Honda Accord aka the ticket to the Palmdale and a rev away from being accused of being a black guy stealing an Asian's car. I remember walking bare foot in the backyard to the car, snatching the bag and hunched it over my gnome shoulders rushing inside to open my Christmas goodies and all of a sudden my eyes lit up brighter than the star in Bethlehem and there it was in my grubby little first grade hands was my very own "Saved By" board game!30 points to win the whole game and to do so you had to date Zack, Slater AND Screech! What was the sole purpose of the game? Who cares?! I had it!!! I didn't even know that existed in the North Pole till I carefully scrutinized my ultimate Christmas present and noticed a white patch of paper on the box...."JC Penny $15.99" "Mom, when did Santa start shopping.....ANYWHERE!?!?" And what does my Mom respond with, "He asked me to buy it for you."
There you have it...At 6 years old I lost my Santa Claus glee, but continued to manipulate my parents and brothers by parading my faith in S.C. to get MORE gifts. I fooled you till I was 11.
On that note...
Merry Christmas and anticipate the Holiday Armadillo on Christmas Eve or Hanukkah.
Friday, October 9, 2009
39. "Cheese Poo Poo"
I can't believe she's legal. Well, "legal" as in 21+ males can hit on her without being thrown to jail. God, that's gross. Don't you fucking dare.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
38. I Thought HE Knew
To My First Love,
I spend days wishing that I could hear or see you one more time, but maybe that's just me being selfish. I couldn't imagine how things would be now with all our drastic changes, immense growth and revealed secrets. I'm sure we would've never been the same, but maybe we could be worse only time can tell if we would've been better.
I run into old photographs and memorabilla of you that I just can't manage to get rid of. I really don't think I can.
The money I spent on you were pennies compared to all the memories, the late nights I'd spend talking to my friends about you seems so juvenile, but all the giggles made you worth it. I wish you the best and deep down I know we were meant to be...
Ps. Good thing I sold that one water bottle that you drank out of from the night we were at The Forum. I made a fortune.
Love,
Your Biggest Fan
*NSYNCette
Jodeci is proud to know their track made it on Ch.32
I spend days wishing that I could hear or see you one more time, but maybe that's just me being selfish. I couldn't imagine how things would be now with all our drastic changes, immense growth and revealed secrets. I'm sure we would've never been the same, but maybe we could be worse only time can tell if we would've been better.
I run into old photographs and memorabilla of you that I just can't manage to get rid of. I really don't think I can.
The money I spent on you were pennies compared to all the memories, the late nights I'd spend talking to my friends about you seems so juvenile, but all the giggles made you worth it. I wish you the best and deep down I know we were meant to be...
Ps. Good thing I sold that one water bottle that you drank out of from the night we were at The Forum. I made a fortune.
Love,
Your Biggest Fan
*NSYNCette
Jodeci is proud to know their track made it on Ch.32
Sunday, September 20, 2009
37. I love and hate '09 at the very same time...
Not only has Kanye interrupted a girl's moment of glory on national television, but he has also created the newest "FML" phrase that's making me a Bittersweet fan.
Is that enough proof for you?
Come on kids, slit your wrist upwards, not sideways if you're serious.
Ps. I'm not supporting suicide whatsoever, I just wish this generation wasn't so dramatic and publicly displaying their dark banter with Yeezy's words.
THE END.
Is that enough proof for you?
Come on kids, slit your wrist upwards, not sideways if you're serious.
Ps. I'm not supporting suicide whatsoever, I just wish this generation wasn't so dramatic and publicly displaying their dark banter with Yeezy's words.
THE END.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
36. TXT L8TER
I can't wait to see this in between episodes of Degrassi.
So, text me when you get there.....if you do.
So, text me when you get there.....if you do.
Monday, August 3, 2009
35. Watch this...
and if you're in the beginning, middle or ending your day you'll sing, "TODAY is going to be a good day."
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
34. Happy Birthday, Nanay!
My grandma turned 88 years old today. Still strong, great and old school. Thirty something years here in America, her English has massively improved as well as her pointing skills, but sadly her hearing requires everyone to use their talking over a sounding ambulance voice when you try to converse with her, but of course I love her nonetheless. So, as her grandchildren grows older with her, she finds it appropriate to advise us about sex, so imagine her yelling various bastos words, pointing and shaking her finger, indicating that "we shouldn't just give it to anyone." Those are her words, not mine.
I'd call her just for a two minute yell any day.
(the classic shot from '06)
Happy Birthday, Nanay! I love you.
I'd call her just for a two minute yell any day.
(the classic shot from '06)
Happy Birthday, Nanay! I love you.
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