I really need to stop taking naps so late.
I really love Kanye West's music. He may not have the best reputation, but I will never dislike his artistic talent as a musician. He breaks barriers in hip-hop to not only improve himself, but to re-define the hip-hop industry's image.
Honestly, I think people only see his temper tantrums and his arrogant behavior and never recognize the talent that he truly has. Producing tracks for some of the hottest hip-hop and r&b tracks out there, I am proud to say that I am a fan.
This is one of my favorite songs by Kanye called "Heard Em Say" featuring the ever so sexy, Adam Levine. I really enjoy this song because it discusses inner city life and the desire for wealth through drugs and hustling the streets. It also talks about the influence adults have on children in these urban communities. It's pretty personal to me, having lived in a society where minorities honestly believe that dealing drugs is a far better option than getting an education.
Though this has been spoken about in the past through rap music, I still respect Kanye for admitting that there are problems with this mentality rather than glorifying it in the media. I enjoy the art in this video as well, it's really old school and original by an indie artist. Sorry I forgot his name, it's at the end but I looked up his work and it's awesome!
In the end, I love his music that delivers a message about society rather than his antics on awards shows and his DIARY ENTRIES THAT ARE ALWAYS IN CAPS LIKE THIS.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Did you know (Jan 5)
Did you know that octopus and starfish arms regenerate if one is somehow removed?
Hi all,
I felt like writing. I am bored and tired of looking at my sister. She's getting addicted to facebook and keeps bombarding me with questions about it. It's kinda cute actually, like learning how to read for the first time, except she's reading wall posts and learning how to "like" things. So if she's sending you something, it definitely means she enjoys your company.
In fact, at this moment, she is attempting to convince my middle school friend Joe that we should date. This is very embarrassing and awkward seeing as I have not seen him since our 2004 graduation. My goodness, what am I to do with her?
What am I to do?
I felt like writing. I am bored and tired of looking at my sister. She's getting addicted to facebook and keeps bombarding me with questions about it. It's kinda cute actually, like learning how to read for the first time, except she's reading wall posts and learning how to "like" things. So if she's sending you something, it definitely means she enjoys your company.
In fact, at this moment, she is attempting to convince my middle school friend Joe that we should date. This is very embarrassing and awkward seeing as I have not seen him since our 2004 graduation. My goodness, what am I to do with her?
What am I to do?
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Last Year is Past Dear
The new year rings in, as my heart glows with the promise of a fresh start.
Last year is past dear, and hopefully it will remain there; at least some parts.
Last year is past dear, and part of me is missing, but I'm glad it's gone
Because without that part, another lives on, in a life much easier
And I love on, knowing that I really did make a difference.
Last year is past dear, and another part is gone, one that will remain that way
Because I don't need it anymore, and he didn't deserve it anyway.
Now that I think about it, he didn't either.
Last year is past dear, but some parts remain.
The family I have, the friends that I've gained.
These I hope to keep for many a year to come,
But they are the remnants of a year I'm glad is gone
Because this, my dear, will be my year
If only I can take it step by step, bit by bit.
That seems to be how You want it.
Friday, January 1, 2010
A Stubborn Mind
Me, my brother, and sister. Oh my have we grown!
It's my first post of 2010! I've decided to write my personal thoughts on the new year.
I'll be 20 in 6 months and I am finding that very strange. I feel that my childhood was like yesterday, perhaps because I still act like a child? I'm not sure but I remember key events vividly, like the day that I began middle school thinking that switching classrooms was the coolest thing since pizza bagel bites. Or the fact that I ended up hating middle school after a week because I was a late bloomer with a rolling bag while everyone else had C cup boobs and cereal boxes for backpacks.
Needless to say, that was the past and the years after spring of 2004 were ones that I will never take back. Most people hated high school, I did in a sense, but my fondest and most memorable moments outnumber the bad ones and I choose to be happy about my lifelong friends and getting closer to my family.
As I am contemplating right now, and I am thinking of how much I've changed. I am stumped though because I don't think I've changed that much. I am still the nerdy baby who loves cartoons and writing poetry in the margins of notebooks. I think I have become less of a baby if that's hard to believe, though sometimes I really have to catch myself when I get annoying.
So, here is my list of apologies in 2009:
-Sorry for my baby-like behavior that puts me in sour moods. *To make this better, just be sincere and tell me that you love me with a great hug attached.
-Being a jerk to Alysha. I always go home and think about the things that I say and I shouldn't be so mean to you because you are always there to listen.
- Clogging people's toilets. :(
- Staying in my room all last semester and not socializing.
- Also being a jerk to my sister when she doesn't deserve it.
- Not visiting Ava baby enough.
- Relying on people to do things for me when I can do them or learn to do them myself.
-Pinching Jay Paul when I promised him I wouldn't.
- Not visiting my Berkeley buddies enough and not inviting my other friends to see if they'd like to come with me.
This 2010, I don't want any resolutions to change myself because that's never set in stone and it comes naturally. Instead, I am just going to be spontaneous and do what I want for once. This is not a goal, but a promise to myself. Here is a little sneak preview of what I am going to do this year! :D
1. Visit one of my friends who lives in another state. I haven't decided yet on which one I'm going to see but I'll get back to you.
2. Start on my DIY book of poetry! My goal is to leave them in bookstores, libraries, shoeboxes, etc. and just give it away for free with the hopes that it will inspire many!
3. Volunteer! Volunteer! VOLUNTEER! It puts me in the best mood. Helping others is what I was meant to do in life! It brings me so much joy and it's a passion of mine that I never get bored of!
Yes or no. Should I continue this?
I do not eat eggs. I have never eaten eggs, but there they were sitting in front of me like two greasy eyeballs screaming, “Cholesterol, Cholesterol!” I didn’t order them I would never order them but my Russian friend did. I called him that because well he’s Russian; also he insisted that I call him and well he has a gun, so I pretty much do whatever he tells me. In front of him sat the French toast, the one thing on the menu I thought looked appetizing, everything else consisted of eggs. He owned the small diner in which we sat, Mother’s Home Diner is what I think its called. “So,” he said to me in a very thick accent, “Vill you be able to do this?”
“I’m not sure,” I replied.
“Vhat do you mean you are not sure?”
“Look I drive a limo. You want me to pick up some friends of yours at the airport I don’t see why we have to talk about this in private. In fact you probably should have just called my boss and asked for me.”
“Ve did not vish to call your boss, I don’t want any records that my friend vas in this country. All you have to do is pick him up show him around the city and drop him off at this location.” He slid a folded piece of paper across the table. I reached for it but his stern look through me off. “You do know I don’t have my own car,” I said.
“Ve vill provide one for you. It vill be dropped off at your house the day before the job.”
“And how much is the pay again?”
“Five thousand up front and five thousand more vhen job is done.”
“Will you let me think about it?”
“No.”
“Just give me a day?”
“No.”
“Tonight then, I’ll have an answer for you by eight o’clock.”
“Mister Porter I am not sure if I have made myself entirely clear, you either take job or you don’t is very simple.”
I couldn’t help it ten thousand dollars is a lot of money and I really needed it “Ok,” I said, “I’ll take the job.” A smile spread across his bearded face. “Good,” he said, “we have a deal.” He looked down at his breakfast, “you know I do not like French toast perhaps you vould like to have it, no?” I hartily agreed to take it off his hands. We switched plates and I hastily wolfed down my breakfast. The whole time he stared at me sipping at his orange juice and didn’t once touch his eggs. I think the eggs were poisoned.
“I’m not sure,” I replied.
“Vhat do you mean you are not sure?”
“Look I drive a limo. You want me to pick up some friends of yours at the airport I don’t see why we have to talk about this in private. In fact you probably should have just called my boss and asked for me.”
“Ve did not vish to call your boss, I don’t want any records that my friend vas in this country. All you have to do is pick him up show him around the city and drop him off at this location.” He slid a folded piece of paper across the table. I reached for it but his stern look through me off. “You do know I don’t have my own car,” I said.
“Ve vill provide one for you. It vill be dropped off at your house the day before the job.”
“And how much is the pay again?”
“Five thousand up front and five thousand more vhen job is done.”
“Will you let me think about it?”
“No.”
“Just give me a day?”
“No.”
“Tonight then, I’ll have an answer for you by eight o’clock.”
“Mister Porter I am not sure if I have made myself entirely clear, you either take job or you don’t is very simple.”
I couldn’t help it ten thousand dollars is a lot of money and I really needed it “Ok,” I said, “I’ll take the job.” A smile spread across his bearded face. “Good,” he said, “we have a deal.” He looked down at his breakfast, “you know I do not like French toast perhaps you vould like to have it, no?” I hartily agreed to take it off his hands. We switched plates and I hastily wolfed down my breakfast. The whole time he stared at me sipping at his orange juice and didn’t once touch his eggs. I think the eggs were poisoned.
resolution
New Years is a time to start a resolution as many people lead me to believe. And most resolutions are about an improvement of self, kicking the bad habits and starting something new. Well for the first time in my life I had rum, and I like rum, so my new year’s resolution is to drink more rum.