I miss the Dave Chappelle days when Lil Jon was "OKAY" and Wu Tang diversified bonds. Its seem like nowadays, reality is a broken record and Avatar has caused a blue 3D pandemic. Gross. The Celtics lost and weaksauce Kobe Beef will never be well done like Jordan. I got love for Rondo and I want to Thank Drake now, not Later for the earcandy. Uncertainties surprisingly don't cause worries this time and excepting was hard but now feels so cool. Tomorrow will be tomorrow unless you refuse to leave your abode, so sweat shit out. Luckily, I can rewind and press play to watch yellow cake...don't drop that shit! Pizzease.
Music Therapy: "Thank Me Now" by Drake: "I'm feeling like Nas who am I to disagree, they say that doors open up as soon as you find the missing key. It's probaly why I'm in this bitch shining, jump up in the sky and put the stars into alignment."
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
G.T.L...Gym, Tan & Living.
Been away like Tiger Wood's wife but feeling like a kid who went to Disneyland. I've been around so many positive people this year that I forgot how the blues feel...If you think about it, green & yellow (blue + yellow = green), which are the colors of jealously and cowardice, all the little things that haters are made up of. But as haters keep stagnant fresh, I still rise, I get inspired, and I keep it real.
One of the beautiful things in the world is Mother Nature. She's calm, welcoming, moody yet inspiring, historic, muse worthy, and traditional. I got the opportunity in March to wander with my GPS and makeshift walking stick through Yosemite for the first time in my life with amazing company and a perfect weather forecast. We visited Bridalveil Fall, a cascade of natural purity that showered the bouldering enviroment into a slip-n-slide (I got to slide down a rock!). The myth behind Bridalveil fall is that inhaling the mist would improve one's chances of marriage, hence the name. We also visited the visitor's center in Yosemite because its what you're suppose to do, and we cultured ourselves in Native American history, its culture and its importance for humility and respect for the Earth's Spirit. My favorite artifact there was a teepee made out of wood as it allowed me to image myself as a mere individual.
After that manditory visit, we found our way to Half Dome, in which Native American legend explains its creation through domestic violence...a young married couple was arguing, the wife throws a basket of acorns (I prefer throwing my cell phone) at her husband as he was chasing after her. The gods, as a punishment, turned them into stone. The husband became North Dome, the basket became Basket Dome, and the wife became Half Dome. Cool huh?!?
But the BESTEST part of this blissful trip was when we hiked through a trail that had tunnel trees, a rooty enigma. Just in a flash, the seasons changed from Spring to Winter as we sloshed our shoes against icy cement like snow, trying to avoid slips, knee scrubs and the disolving light of the setting Sun. I felt like I was with real Stand By Me Gs...we stuck together with our walking sticks, and used each of our determination to fuel our energy and perserverance to make it out of that bitch in one piece before nightfall. Inhale cold air. Exhale colder air. The trail seemed endless like when your car gets stuck in the middle of nowhere and you gotta walk the road to find help. Luckily, we made it right when our shadows faded into the snow and when the Big Dipper was arriving. And we celebrated with mini burgers, Tofurkey dogs, Castle and Heineken beers, Jello Shots with OJ, and a great game of King's Jenga.
This Yosemite trip awed me. From the pimp ass Cabin for lodging, the devoted friends that we met up who waited hours for our arrival, Mother Nature's beauty, and the disconnect from the City's grind. I finally got the jumpstart much needed to get back on the healthy "do you" tip. I now run Kezar with my fresh grape Nike Frees, reap its benefit of having a terra cotta complexion, and enjoy the scenic contrast of urban and park life. It drives me to drive daily to the stadium to challenge my physical tenacity. And I love it.
As this year so far has showered me with trips to Yose, Disneyland to pay tribute to Michael Jackson's "Captian EO", Venice Beach, and Vegas with my down ass bitches, I consider 2010 my bucket list year...I met the muthafuckin Jabbawockeez, almost ran over the Kardashians, and enjoyed live performances from Pharell and Common. My wedding date has been officially set. And I still have 99 problems but fake bitches ain't one. These experiences keep on reminding me to HELLA reject mediocrity. Let's Ride. Pizzease.
One of the beautiful things in the world is Mother Nature. She's calm, welcoming, moody yet inspiring, historic, muse worthy, and traditional. I got the opportunity in March to wander with my GPS and makeshift walking stick through Yosemite for the first time in my life with amazing company and a perfect weather forecast. We visited Bridalveil Fall, a cascade of natural purity that showered the bouldering enviroment into a slip-n-slide (I got to slide down a rock!). The myth behind Bridalveil fall is that inhaling the mist would improve one's chances of marriage, hence the name. We also visited the visitor's center in Yosemite because its what you're suppose to do, and we cultured ourselves in Native American history, its culture and its importance for humility and respect for the Earth's Spirit. My favorite artifact there was a teepee made out of wood as it allowed me to image myself as a mere individual.
After that manditory visit, we found our way to Half Dome, in which Native American legend explains its creation through domestic violence...a young married couple was arguing, the wife throws a basket of acorns (I prefer throwing my cell phone) at her husband as he was chasing after her. The gods, as a punishment, turned them into stone. The husband became North Dome, the basket became Basket Dome, and the wife became Half Dome. Cool huh?!?
But the BESTEST part of this blissful trip was when we hiked through a trail that had tunnel trees, a rooty enigma. Just in a flash, the seasons changed from Spring to Winter as we sloshed our shoes against icy cement like snow, trying to avoid slips, knee scrubs and the disolving light of the setting Sun. I felt like I was with real Stand By Me Gs...we stuck together with our walking sticks, and used each of our determination to fuel our energy and perserverance to make it out of that bitch in one piece before nightfall. Inhale cold air. Exhale colder air. The trail seemed endless like when your car gets stuck in the middle of nowhere and you gotta walk the road to find help. Luckily, we made it right when our shadows faded into the snow and when the Big Dipper was arriving. And we celebrated with mini burgers, Tofurkey dogs, Castle and Heineken beers, Jello Shots with OJ, and a great game of King's Jenga.
This Yosemite trip awed me. From the pimp ass Cabin for lodging, the devoted friends that we met up who waited hours for our arrival, Mother Nature's beauty, and the disconnect from the City's grind. I finally got the jumpstart much needed to get back on the healthy "do you" tip. I now run Kezar with my fresh grape Nike Frees, reap its benefit of having a terra cotta complexion, and enjoy the scenic contrast of urban and park life. It drives me to drive daily to the stadium to challenge my physical tenacity. And I love it.
As this year so far has showered me with trips to Yose, Disneyland to pay tribute to Michael Jackson's "Captian EO", Venice Beach, and Vegas with my down ass bitches, I consider 2010 my bucket list year...I met the muthafuckin Jabbawockeez, almost ran over the Kardashians, and enjoyed live performances from Pharell and Common. My wedding date has been officially set. And I still have 99 problems but fake bitches ain't one. These experiences keep on reminding me to HELLA reject mediocrity. Let's Ride. Pizzease.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Rainy Random Ramblings.
Now can you say "Toy Boat" 10 times fast? Hard. Well, fuck the rain. Where I live, the sounds of slippery wet gravel surfaced streets, and rubber tires are the background noise that sends my mind a go-go. I usually like to reflect on my tipping points but today's melancholic soliloquy will just be typed-out true revelations. SO, if you can't handle it, then leave Earth muthafucka. Now to get down.
I've been through my worst and my lowest points and now I shine. I earned every penny in my name and never backstabbed my girls and family. All I care about is honoring and respecting my dad and S.K. Only heaven knows. And only those who mind matter.
Fuck fake bitches. And yes, its plural. All they do is run fake verbal game to REAL people and then revert to their plain jane, copy cat, caddy, High School Musical, unoriginal swagger jacking boring-ass ways. Not even the magic from Magic Mike can save them hoes. Also, "Guys" are bitches with a dick (where?) too. Just be about your word instead of hiding behind facades. Nuff said.
Once you cut out the fakeness, the shallow, the lames, the weakest links, and the reality-tv aficionados, you can finally breathe.
Your health during your midlife crisis is gonna send you to the ER if you mistreat your temple. Thank goodness my moms has dodged dialysis. Although I have a very dysfunctional relationship based on my childhood, I will always do the right and honorable thing.
Neoteny should also include the evolution of behavioral growth...Master's Thesis?
Vibes, people's mood, their energy, and ulterior motives will determine whether its worth kickin it.
My girls have never let me down, even when I am sooo gone. I will do the same and will continue that habit.
When you tell one person all the secrets of another person and then become BFFs with the person you threw under the bus, then you'll get caught up. For instance (REAL TALK), bustin out that someone wishes she met a guy before her current boyfriend, agreeing that "she'd smash the homies", and blatantly expressing "she's not a good person"...Playing both sides will leave you with a hurt side.
Show gratuity through actions, don't just claim to feel it.
Everything is all only one's perception...Just because you think something is fly, it doesn't deem as true for the masses. Everyone percieves things uniquely, so being bragadocious is a waste.
Horoscopes have a degree of truth. The stars not only illuminate the night sky, but cosmic prophecies own a bit a history.
Realize and research your "Past Life". Personal characteristic traits, deep interests, your bond with your spirit, the inheritance of your relatives personalities, and the circle of people you gravitate towards are symbolizations of who you might have been in the past. From knowing, it can potentially bring out your best to shut hoes down. But don't quote me...its my interpretation.
These are just some things that rummage through my mind whenever I contemplate on random shit...I'm gonna dead the juvenile mentalites by letting the wind blow it away. In a week, I'll visit one of nature's precious parks. Can't wait to enjoy it with my favorite people, surrounded by vast amounts of serenity. Pizzease.
Music Therapy: "Drop the World" by Weezy: "I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes. Hate in my heart, Love on my mind."
I've been through my worst and my lowest points and now I shine. I earned every penny in my name and never backstabbed my girls and family. All I care about is honoring and respecting my dad and S.K. Only heaven knows. And only those who mind matter.
Fuck fake bitches. And yes, its plural. All they do is run fake verbal game to REAL people and then revert to their plain jane, copy cat, caddy, High School Musical, unoriginal swagger jacking boring-ass ways. Not even the magic from Magic Mike can save them hoes. Also, "Guys" are bitches with a dick (where?) too. Just be about your word instead of hiding behind facades. Nuff said.
Once you cut out the fakeness, the shallow, the lames, the weakest links, and the reality-tv aficionados, you can finally breathe.
Your health during your midlife crisis is gonna send you to the ER if you mistreat your temple. Thank goodness my moms has dodged dialysis. Although I have a very dysfunctional relationship based on my childhood, I will always do the right and honorable thing.
Neoteny should also include the evolution of behavioral growth...Master's Thesis?
Vibes, people's mood, their energy, and ulterior motives will determine whether its worth kickin it.
My girls have never let me down, even when I am sooo gone. I will do the same and will continue that habit.
When you tell one person all the secrets of another person and then become BFFs with the person you threw under the bus, then you'll get caught up. For instance (REAL TALK), bustin out that someone wishes she met a guy before her current boyfriend, agreeing that "she'd smash the homies", and blatantly expressing "she's not a good person"...Playing both sides will leave you with a hurt side.
Show gratuity through actions, don't just claim to feel it.
Everything is all only one's perception...Just because you think something is fly, it doesn't deem as true for the masses. Everyone percieves things uniquely, so being bragadocious is a waste.
Horoscopes have a degree of truth. The stars not only illuminate the night sky, but cosmic prophecies own a bit a history.
Realize and research your "Past Life". Personal characteristic traits, deep interests, your bond with your spirit, the inheritance of your relatives personalities, and the circle of people you gravitate towards are symbolizations of who you might have been in the past. From knowing, it can potentially bring out your best to shut hoes down. But don't quote me...its my interpretation.
These are just some things that rummage through my mind whenever I contemplate on random shit...I'm gonna dead the juvenile mentalites by letting the wind blow it away. In a week, I'll visit one of nature's precious parks. Can't wait to enjoy it with my favorite people, surrounded by vast amounts of serenity. Pizzease.
Music Therapy: "Drop the World" by Weezy: "I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes. Hate in my heart, Love on my mind."
Thursday, February 4, 2010
When Smart Went CrrrCrrrCrrazy.
I've been avoiding my blog for several muthafuckin weeks. Creatively and energetically rained in. Consumed with an unidentifiably pursuitable ambition...Yet I still remain so fly. Reflections are the motives that hold my umbrella ella up-over my headaches. And my main man professes his fortune cookie philosphies that insightfully persuade me. So now I got my Scarface back, as all I have is my words & my balls. Let the Tupac in lotus form bloom and fade out the complacent mannerisms and demeanors. Its a never ending struggle and the battle will always surface...However, the manageble part is laying low and doing you, while the world still turns without progression and transformation.
So far, its been an interesting new year...I vented with the pen is deadlier than the sword and sinned in Sin City, where I met the mothafuckin Jabbawockeez...those guys are sooo swaggaliciously awesome and personable cool. My fam bam has been all gravy too...reunited with my cuzzos and my sista from anotha mother. And as for friends, my homies and my girls still hold me down in their own individual ways of our bond. No complaints there. The only thing I demand is that the world should stop fuckin with my girls and please give them a break...it hurts me to see my girls hurting from life's terrible tribulations.
As I slowly start my enigmatic New Year's reSOULution, I feel that my own pace, patience, and maintaining my ability to delay gratification, will eventually take me to my soul assurance. All that I hope for is Mr. Groundhog's emergence from his burrow so that the warm beams of the Sun can brighten up the gloomy storm. I've gotten over my uncomfortability and now I can write my thoughts and poetic justices. Pizzease!
Music Therapy: "Lights Please" by J.Cole: "The more I grow, the more y'all seem to stay the same...Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryna play the game"
So far, its been an interesting new year...I vented with the pen is deadlier than the sword and sinned in Sin City, where I met the mothafuckin Jabbawockeez...those guys are sooo swaggaliciously awesome and personable cool. My fam bam has been all gravy too...reunited with my cuzzos and my sista from anotha mother. And as for friends, my homies and my girls still hold me down in their own individual ways of our bond. No complaints there. The only thing I demand is that the world should stop fuckin with my girls and please give them a break...it hurts me to see my girls hurting from life's terrible tribulations.
As I slowly start my enigmatic New Year's reSOULution, I feel that my own pace, patience, and maintaining my ability to delay gratification, will eventually take me to my soul assurance. All that I hope for is Mr. Groundhog's emergence from his burrow so that the warm beams of the Sun can brighten up the gloomy storm. I've gotten over my uncomfortability and now I can write my thoughts and poetic justices. Pizzease!
Music Therapy: "Lights Please" by J.Cole: "The more I grow, the more y'all seem to stay the same...Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryna play the game"
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