Inconsiderate Jerks

I don't appreciate a person who lacks a sense of maturity, manners, and most of all, respect. Case in point: Over the weekend, my roommate invited his friends over our apartment. It was cool. No big deal. I just didn't get why my roommate didn't introduce me to them until the next day. He just simply told me that there's just going to be some guy sleeping on his bed that night and that I shouldn't just freak out as a fair warning. My reply was just a simple, ok. That's fine. No big deal. So I went out for a while, got some bomb ass Chinese Food with 'real' people. I came back to my apartment, tired, opened the door to my room and was greeted by this sour, bitter, old wet socks/chinese food stir fy smell! Once I got a quick whiff,  a sudden snore match with a fart sound tried to satisfy my desire to hear music that will for sure lull me to sleep. Great. Awesome. I just went to bed and shoved my self under the sheets. 


Unto the next day. I woke up and tried my best not to wake this wanker up and was actually being considerate and respectful; that's just me, it's in my blood. My mama taught me well. So, I got ready and went to work. At the end of the day, I went back home and decided to go out and grab Chinese take out. Again. I went in my room  and to my dismay, here's the pince of jerk sitting on my chair, chugging J.D. (Jack Daniel) and offered to give my seat back. I replied with, ". . . no it's ok. You can sit there. It's totally fine." I fake as that sound, I was really fine with it. My roommate offered if I want some JD and cookie dough. . . again, I responded with, ". . . no, I'm cool. It's ok. Thank you though." As corny as that sound, I was actually trying to say a pun/joke but he didn't get it. Haha. I went to the living room instead. Hours later, they went out, and I went in my room and watched an episode of Smash. Wonderful show btw. They came back, even drunk and started conversing about politics and such; saying bull crap one after the other and making dick comments that only enlarge their egos. To that, I didn't mind it. They just sounded so bratty who thinks that they're 'the shit.' Seriously?! Things that they say are just down right filthy, in all sense. It's true what they say, once they're drunk, true colors come out.  Seriously, I would rather hang out with people from the hood and have a blast with them than these know-it-all, inconsiderate, potty-mouth, educated, douche-bags. I pity them. I don't know why they act in such a manner that really shows how messed-up and insecure they are. Being educated doesn't give you the right to act like an ass-hole, talk like an ass-hole, and disrespect people with your acquired wit. I guess that's why I find a lot of fake individuals in academia, than my own neighborhood in South Sacramento; at least people in such areas are 'real', in all sense and don't sugar-coat shit! 


I guess it's one of those learning experiences that is essential in 'growing-up.' Thank God my parents taught me the value of humility. It's one of those things that's crucial in. . . I guess. . . growing-up! *Sigh* I can't wait to finally graduate and be done dealing with egotistical, rude, ignorant individuals. After that, I have to deal with adults that are five times worst! GROW UP PEOPLE, GROW UP! 

Source: http://wtfwithjohnmcintire.blogspot.com/2012/01/king-of-douchebags.html

Follow My Thought, If You Will

        . . . . . . *Overwhelmed* . . . (No sense of direction). . . Lost. . . still trying to find my way. The thought of home always runs through my mind. . . the struggles, the constant worries, with the condition of the economy, not making enough . . . long shifts, two jobs, over working. . . trying to support a family. . . uneducated. .  only got through half of elementary. . .  struggled through the storm, all wanting The American Dream. . .somehow managed to stay happy, laughter is what glued the family together. . . was able to raise four children. . . trying their best in order to keep the kids satisfied, not hungry, have a roof over their heads, protected from the rain, the hail, the gust of the unfair, cruel dark world. . . providing light, comfort, safety, care, love. . . wake up everyday doing the same routine. . . and the worries continue. . . an endless cycle, an endless ride. . . constant prayers every night. . . 




. . . Trying to put myself in my parent's position is no easy task. Can you imagine what they have to deal with everyday? Being away from home in such a great distance (the opposite coast, different place, different situations), it made think about them. . . almost every night, I dream about them. . . they managed to raise me for twenty years, teaching me the fundamentals of life, of how to live an independent life, yet, I yearn to hear and see them.  .  . I have a phone but I rarely call home. . . I don't have the time to do so. . . I come home every day tired. . . hungry. . . drained. . . sleepy. . . worried about homework, work, my life. . .  




. . . . I'm almost at the end. . . I can picture myself walking the stage. . . in May I'll be graduating. .  assuming that I pass my classes. . .  before then, I have to make sure I'm able to have an idea of where to go. . . possibly find a job. . . possibly thinking about moving away from home in order to provide for myself. . . or if not. . ugh. . . . I don't even want to think about moving back home. . . I'm so confused. . . I don't know what to do. . . What should I do? . . . .


. . . .  get a job? Follow my dreams and possibly make it? I need a sign. . . I'm putting myself out there in the Universe and trusting The One above to guide me through this. . . with everything that's going on around me, I have to plan my next move, or else, nothing will get accomplished. I need motivation. . . I need a push. .  . I need to talk to someone. I need to talk to you. . . . 

The National Art Gallery 02/26/2012- "Glare Shine"

Words Unspoken

Time_Line

written by: Jesson Rata

I'm staring at a spot for a very long time.
I'm sleepy, lifeless, and bored; sitting here comfortably should be a crime.
I stare at a blank space again.
The time slowly progressing, day dreaming puts me in zen.


As I warm my seat, my eyes are ready to set.
Even quick interruptions turns my temporary rest to threat.
Half an hour left, I'm counting down.
I'm king of the sofa, bring forth my crown.


I see the end is nearing, but it's far from ending,
I'm drifting, leaning, trying to move on, time is suspending.
When I finally reach the line, 
No lime from the lights, no celebration, no shine.


Walking steadily, with shame, back to where I started.
Fantasies all gone, dreams departed.
The path I take, rooted from own choice,
Rising from the ashes, I found my inner voice. 

Three Day Weekend

Cheers to the three day weekend. . . drink to that. .  yeah yeah!!!! LOL.

First of all, it's been a while ya'll! Sorry for taking a small hiatus from bloggin'. The past month has been a whirl-wind of things that I didn't have any time to get on here and blog. SO what to do in a three day weekend? Well, I feel like this weekend just flew by, I mean, I get the fact that we have Monday off but it still didn't really feel like much of a break.

Tonight, my co-workers and I had the privilege to see the Disney on Ice show. Thanks for the great bosses that we have at 826DC, Dillon gave her four interns the tickets; which by the way was a story of it's own: Dillon, our programs/volunteer coordinator gave me an assignment (much like a mission) to run to Pennsylvania Ave., to the Mayor's Office (big ass building) and meet some guy to pick-up a special envelope. As he was handing them to me, he made a quick speech about how much he appreciates 826DC and the service that we provide for the community. In my head, I was thinking the contents inside the envelope, perhaps money (donation) of some sort, another thank you letter, whatever it was, I made sure it was safe and sound. When I finally reached the 826DC center, I gave it to my supervisor and apologized for taking my sweet time only to fetch an envelope. Once I started working, she came up to me and asked if I was free Sunday evening and I replied a quick yes with hesitation (picture my face turning slowly, eyes squinting, and slowly saying the word out). I asked why, and she said that she wants to give us (four interns) the tickets to Disney on Ice- 100 years of Magic! From the moment she said Disney, I almost cried (of course I faked it but, hey.. ) LOL. I was ecstatic to find out that the envelope that I was holding the entire time was actually tickets to the show. In return, I said a thousand thank you's to Dillon and how amazing she is.

During the show, my co-worker and I went to where we were supposed to be and to find out that they were suite tickets!!!! (a.k.a. VIP access!!!). The moment that we saw the room, both of us turned to each other with pure amazement, like a kid in a candy shop, and had a 'white-girl-moment.' Of course, I took some pictures to post on my facebook, and a couple of videos. Man, it was awesome. Although there were minor falls from the skaters, it was alright; with big costumes and big production like that, I couldn't even fathom the pressure.

When my other co-worker mentioned something about a free show happening at the National Art Gallery, I decided to tag along with her and leave early after intermission. Although I didn't get to see the entirety of the show, I was fine with it. The mission to get to the Gallery was a work-out. The guy that works in Verizon Center told us the wrong the direction to the gallery and made us walk in a huge circle where we could have spent only ten minutes to get there instead of entire half an hour or so. When we got to the gallery, we thought we were going to be the cut-off since the place was already packed with people- because of the fact that it was a free show- but thank goodness we were able to get in had snatch a couple of seats for the both of us. After intermission, we went to where my co-worker's friends were sitting and was able to sit by them; thank you for the generous man who offered us the seats. After the show, we went to this restaurant, a brewery of some sort, and devoured our meal; well, at least I did: literally, inhaled that awesome burger. MMM... sooo filling. Then, we decided to catch the metro and had fun conversing and sharing some laughs along the way. It was an awesome time. I had a wonderful Sunday night.

A Sunday night that's not yet over. I still have to visit some friends and come back to my room to catch up on t.v. episodes. Overall, this was one of the best Sundays ever. I have to come back to The National Gallery of Arts and get lost in that place. OOO it's soo pretty and HUGE!  I hope ya'll had a wonderful Sunday as well. I hope to posts some poetry soon. Can you imagine that February is almost over? Time is surely flying. I feel like this is the perfect time to really explore D.C.

Speaking of exploring, I was supposed to go to NYC this weekend but due to some planning difficulties/issues, I wasn't able to go; thank goodness I didn't!!! LOL. I'll just wait till March, when it's actually a little warmer, that way I'm not freezing my ass off while trying to bite a piece of the big apple. OO I can't wait for more adventures to come!

Song of the week: One Republic- Good Life

source: http://weknowmemes.com/2011/11/wasted-the-whole-three-day-weekend/

There's Still Hope

Just got home from a long day at work. After, I went to go see an anti-valentine's day performance written by young play writers (8-11 grade students) in conjunction with the Young Playwright's Theater held at the GALA Hispanic Theatre in 14th Street NW (Columbia Heights area). 

OMGAH! That was the best theatre experience ever! Sure, there wasn't much of a set.. all they had was a bunch of chairs for the actors to sit... and most of the lines are read...but the quality of work that was put in to every performance was fantastic. And mind you, middle/high school kids wrote their own pieces (4 plays each written by 4 talented students). The lines were exceptionally delivered by the great actors/actresses..that I had to hug one actress after the show to show my appreciation of how good she was. 

I didn't expect much coming in, but was amazed by the fact that each student wrote a play and the quality of work that they put into it was awesome; better than other crap we see on films/television these days, with predictable plots, boring scenes, endless remakes, and the media's obsession with viper bull crap. I thought I'd never see another day when writers are actually producing work that is actually worth appreciating, till this day. And for that, I believe that there's still hope out there to revive what was once called entertainment. I truly believe that the children are our future, like what the late Whitney Houston said (or sang). I'm happy that there are programs out there like the In-School Playwriting Program that provides the tools and help for these young individuals to flourish their creativity and imagination through writing. Writing is the most basic task a person can do and yet, it's the most complex when one actually tries to write something out-of-the-box; may be through poetry, research paper, analysis, article piece (newspaper/magazine), playwriting, or even blogging! All of it requires critical thinking, patience, dedication, motivation, and a good amount of passion.

At the moment, I'm trying to really write more but I'm just so sleep deprived. It's been a long day. Overall, I'm glad that I made the decision to see the performance. I might try and volunteer at the theater and help out. I was going to try and act but they only do open auditions over the summer for its season productions; plus, I ain't no headshot! LOL. Anyway, I was really inspired by the performance tonight that it really made me think about my goals and aspirations in life. As one of the students said, "follow your dreams!" as corny as that may be. Heck, I believe in that and I'm going to follow my dreams. I know that I'll make it one day. One day, you will see. I will be a somebody!!!!! LOL. Have a great night ya'll! #Peace, Love, Happiness! XD :)

source: http://www.pamil-visions.net/category/entertainment/page/20/

We Will Always Love You

News broke yesterday (February 11, 2012) that one of the greatest voices in music has died. To be honest, I don't even know how to react. I was in shocked when I found out about it through twitter. On that moment, flashbacks of my childhood listening to I Will Always Love You, Run to You, I Wanna Dance with Somebody, to name a few hits. Known for her voice, The Voice, Whitney Houston was one of the many female artists that many of today's singers looked up to. The power, the inflections, the runs, the distinct tone of her voice made her one-of-a-kind, a divine diva, a legend. She was able to capture the audience, through her interpretations of songs and heart-felt delivery that she need not over-sing. All that one has to do was listen and be captivated by her regalness and charismatic stage presence.

One of these days, I want to do a tribute and perform a mash-up of her top-charting songs. If only I had the instruments to back me up. But, a simple medley will do just fine, as a way to celebrate her life and her mark that made everyone in the world love her, aspire to be her, sound like her, sing like her. Nothing compares to her. I know that she's up there singing with the angels. We Will Always Love You Whitney Houston! 

source: http://www.classicwhitney.com/

Before the Day Ends

Today was actually a productive day at work. 

Even though I didn't get enough sleep last night, it was actually a good day. 

I was late coming in work today (been since the start of this week). 

Finished tasks *pat myself on the back*

Had a wonderful lunch at work thanks to the delivery The Heights next door to us provided.

Ate so much. Chowed down a lamb burger with fries, Mac-n-Cheese, Chicken Wings, and Doughnuts for lunch.

Had a wonderful Thai dinner with wonderful peeps. The food was bomb. 

I'm so exhausted. Putting off presentation stuff tomorrow after class.

Didn't have time to read for class tomorrow; again, I'm going to just sit there and take notes, mouth shut, eye twitch here and there. 

After presenting tomorrow, I'm going to be so happy to start my weekend. 

35 mins left before 12. 

Days are totally flying, I should be totally sleeping. 

I can't wait to sleep. 

I love my bed. 

I can't wait to sleep.

I love my bed.

I just can't.

I need to sleep.

I just can't.

I need to sleep.

SLEEP! 

Source: http://islagraywaxinglyrical.wordpress.com/2010/09/09/sleep-obsessed/