Powerhouse.
I was there yesterday and let me tell you, it ROCKED. So me being the charming individual I am, allow me to share the fact that I suffered the entire 6 hours with a serious case of the beegees (so serious) and did not leave my seat once. That's how good it was.
Mario. Jadakiss. Keri Hilson. Jay-Z. Day 26. Trey Songz. etc, etc. Not to mention guest appearances from Memphis Bleek. Styles P. Beanie. YOUNGBLOODZ! etc, etc. It was really everything I wanted it to be and more.
Hands down, the best performance of the night was Jay-Z. Amazing, how even in Philly, every. single. person got the livest for Jay. Just goes to show you that regardless of the names given to the places we live, the imaginary lines drawn that separate New Yorkers, Jerseys, Philladelphians and every other group existing in the world, music does and will always continue to erase every barrier the physical world places in our lives.
Me being a brooklyn native, I was standing on my seat, wildin out. Singing every line to every song. Looking like a possessed fan lol. It was just that good.
Powerhouse. I will definitely be going back next year.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Twenty.Seven.
You know what show I love and hate to watch simultaneously? The Real World. I think it's so cool that a bunch of random individuals get to spend four months together in one house in one awesome city. HOWEVER. They're a bunch of spoiled asses. Think about it, they don't have to pay bills. They don't have to buy furniture (even if they break it). They can do damn near whatever they want until their jobs start, and even then it's not unbearable (the closest thing to unbearable was this season's cast working as chaperones for college kids during spring break) by a long shot. Yet they whine and fight with one another like a bunch of school kids. Seriously. This season was so outrageous, I was either laughing hysterically or flat-out disgusted.
Why? If you have a roommate that suffers from ADHD and you got into an argument, would you result to telling them to "Go take their Adderall?" I mean seriously. And who wouldn't laugh at a drunk friend who steps out onto the hotel balcony to toss a FIRE EXTINGUISHER into the pool? Sure, it would be a serious matter later, but initially, that shit would be hilarious! Or my personal favorite. Why get into an argument with some girl you hate when you can just SPIT in her food! I mean seriously, I think a lung would have burst from me laughing so hard at her expression alone!
Anyway, I think it would be cool to have a pad to share with a bunch of my friends. I mean there's Save, Keen, Shy, Hugo, Nelman, Marlon, Jalyn, Tiana, Jason, Sharina, Jessica, Kelley, Nick, Malcolm, Cassie, Ferg, Jo, Nay, Steve, etc, etc. The list goes on and on. Any combination would surely be awesome. I'm sure we could outdo the Real Worlders any day. Pansy asses. Lol. Ok, that's my random rant for the night. Take what you will from it.
Why? If you have a roommate that suffers from ADHD and you got into an argument, would you result to telling them to "Go take their Adderall?" I mean seriously. And who wouldn't laugh at a drunk friend who steps out onto the hotel balcony to toss a FIRE EXTINGUISHER into the pool? Sure, it would be a serious matter later, but initially, that shit would be hilarious! Or my personal favorite. Why get into an argument with some girl you hate when you can just SPIT in her food! I mean seriously, I think a lung would have burst from me laughing so hard at her expression alone!
Anyway, I think it would be cool to have a pad to share with a bunch of my friends. I mean there's Save, Keen, Shy, Hugo, Nelman, Marlon, Jalyn, Tiana, Jason, Sharina, Jessica, Kelley, Nick, Malcolm, Cassie, Ferg, Jo, Nay, Steve, etc, etc. The list goes on and on. Any combination would surely be awesome. I'm sure we could outdo the Real Worlders any day. Pansy asses. Lol. Ok, that's my random rant for the night. Take what you will from it.
Twenty.Six.
Family is a confusing thing isn't it?? It's never something you ever feel 100% about. I mean sure, you have movies like "Soul Food". "The Preacher's Wife". And every Tyler Perry movie that is and ever will be in existence reminding us of the importance of family with some warm and fuzzy conclusion. But let's be real.
We don't start out despising our families from the innermost depths of our souls. Nor do we entirely love them with the most powerful palpitations of our hearts. More often than not, we sit on the fence. Or rather, we act like a bed of hot coals are waiting for us to lean to one side or the other. Is it wrong? No. It's human. We're designed to take things for granted. And perhaps that's why family is so beautiful.
Today I realized just how much I take for granted when it comes to family. I was stunned and ashamed at the realization that I don't tell my mom and siblings I love them enough. How I always choose to distance myself from them just to avoid a difficult discussion or a current problem I may have. I shelter myself so much within my family's negatives rather than it's positives. And I use that as fuel to keep dancing on the side of coals marked "anger and frustration" instead of jumping to the side of "contentment and appreciation" every now and then.
Is my family bad? No. Do they hate me? No. Do they look down on me? No. Am I scared they don't get me? Yes. Would I rather not voice my opinions? Yes. Am I estranging our relationship due to my insecurities? Yes.
And I'm honestly tired of it. For the simple fact that it isn't getting me anywhere and it's done more harm than good. I spent so much time going at it with them, rebelling for no rhyme and reason instead of just telling them how I felt. Thus, I ended up making my life more difficult, as well as making myself that much more difficult for them to understand.
My point?
Family isn't some deadly airborne disease bent on wiping out mankind. It's not that girl-from-the-party-whose-name-you-forgot that's calling you to tell you she's pregnant. Family isn't your real-life version of Michael Myers, either. Quite frankly, there's a shitload of things worse than family.
Even if the coals on the other side of the fence may burn just as hot, at least on that side you have a group of people there to patch you up.
We don't start out despising our families from the innermost depths of our souls. Nor do we entirely love them with the most powerful palpitations of our hearts. More often than not, we sit on the fence. Or rather, we act like a bed of hot coals are waiting for us to lean to one side or the other. Is it wrong? No. It's human. We're designed to take things for granted. And perhaps that's why family is so beautiful.
Today I realized just how much I take for granted when it comes to family. I was stunned and ashamed at the realization that I don't tell my mom and siblings I love them enough. How I always choose to distance myself from them just to avoid a difficult discussion or a current problem I may have. I shelter myself so much within my family's negatives rather than it's positives. And I use that as fuel to keep dancing on the side of coals marked "anger and frustration" instead of jumping to the side of "contentment and appreciation" every now and then.
Is my family bad? No. Do they hate me? No. Do they look down on me? No. Am I scared they don't get me? Yes. Would I rather not voice my opinions? Yes. Am I estranging our relationship due to my insecurities? Yes.
And I'm honestly tired of it. For the simple fact that it isn't getting me anywhere and it's done more harm than good. I spent so much time going at it with them, rebelling for no rhyme and reason instead of just telling them how I felt. Thus, I ended up making my life more difficult, as well as making myself that much more difficult for them to understand.
My point?
Family isn't some deadly airborne disease bent on wiping out mankind. It's not that girl-from-the-party-whose-name-you-forgot that's calling you to tell you she's pregnant. Family isn't your real-life version of Michael Myers, either. Quite frankly, there's a shitload of things worse than family.
Even if the coals on the other side of the fence may burn just as hot, at least on that side you have a group of people there to patch you up.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Twenty. Five. Hell Yeah.
And they say you can't come back from the dead. LOL
It's been a while guys, gals and rejects. Where have i been? Well, I would like to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. So, with that being said, all i will say is, intergalactic warships, various extraterrestria (yes, i just made that up), and a near apocalyptic cataclysm. Yeah, it's just that serious lol. And during all that, I also came down with a mean case of writer's block, to say the least.
I'm currently listening to my new myspace playlist (which is awesome as usual) and I have to say....the main song pretty sums up my mindset right about now. Rather than tell you what it's about, just go to my page and have a listen. Or for those of you who would rather not, just check out "Weightless" by All Time Low.
(CAUTION: LISTENING TO SONG MAY RESULT IN REBELLIOUS ATTITUDES, DESIRES FOR CHANGE, AND A MEAN CASE OF "FUCK OFF, I'M DOING WHAT I WANT" SYNDROME.)
In other news, I'm delving into three business ventures. For now. That number may very well increase. Let's just say when you take off a semester, you have two options: watch the grass grow, or use the free time wisely. Which would you prefer?
I've decided I want to move out in the very near future. It's simply necessity at this time. Perhaps it's that hyperactive stubborness that is associated with teenagers/young adults. Whatever. My life. My problem. Very simple, no?
It's been a while guys, gals and rejects. Where have i been? Well, I would like to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. So, with that being said, all i will say is, intergalactic warships, various extraterrestria (yes, i just made that up), and a near apocalyptic cataclysm. Yeah, it's just that serious lol. And during all that, I also came down with a mean case of writer's block, to say the least.
I'm currently listening to my new myspace playlist (which is awesome as usual) and I have to say....the main song pretty sums up my mindset right about now. Rather than tell you what it's about, just go to my page and have a listen. Or for those of you who would rather not, just check out "Weightless" by All Time Low.
(CAUTION: LISTENING TO SONG MAY RESULT IN REBELLIOUS ATTITUDES, DESIRES FOR CHANGE, AND A MEAN CASE OF "FUCK OFF, I'M DOING WHAT I WANT" SYNDROME.)
In other news, I'm delving into three business ventures. For now. That number may very well increase. Let's just say when you take off a semester, you have two options: watch the grass grow, or use the free time wisely. Which would you prefer?
I've decided I want to move out in the very near future. It's simply necessity at this time. Perhaps it's that hyperactive stubborness that is associated with teenagers/young adults. Whatever. My life. My problem. Very simple, no?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Twenty.Four.
Note: So I'll dedicate this a certain someone whose name I will not say *cough* Amanda *cough*
Women are truly god's gift to men (and these days, other women) everywhere. I mean really, they're just so...beautiful. Truly works of art. But they can also be so EVIL. or DEMENTED. or just flat out CRAZY. But other than those three things, women are beautiful. lol.
ok, in all seriousness though, I think one of the greatest challenges for a guy is to find a women that is half-decent. That is to say, a woman that speaks our language. Or at least understands it (and has the patience for it). A woman whose assets include not only her body, but her personality and mind as well. Mind you, this goes for relationships on all levels. I would not want to be friends with a woman whose personality and mind IS her body. Nor would would I want a relationship with such a woman. However, hot and steamy relations? Definitely (but that's to talk about in another blog lol)!
No, every now and then you run into a girl who isn't just half-decent, but pretty amazing. Take the certain someone who's name does not appear at the top of this blog. The story of how we met is funny, but that too is for another blog. However, the girl in question, is, thus far, quite amazing. Why? Well allow me to process that information in the order that it pops into my mind.
She has blue eyes. I don't mean dead, fishy, blue eyes. I mean a pair of the most captivating blue eyes I've ever seen. She's a brunette! And we all know that brunettes have more fun than blondes, are wilder than redheads, and still kinda sweet. She's tall, in fact she models. So yeah. lol.
As I pick up my jaw, let's move on. She can cook, sing, and act! I will always maintain the arts to be the ultimate aphrodisiac. She can be pretty goofy, but also very sarcastic, which is awesome, cause she can hold her own against me! Which, if you've been reading my blogs, is a hard thing to do. Overall though, she's a very chill individual, who's straightforward, and generally happy. The fact that she can get someone like me to smile on occasion, says it all. She loves music just as much as I do, even though we have two completely different pallets for it.
The funny thing of it all, is that we haven't actually hungout yet! Outside of when I first saw her at my job, our conversations have been the ultimate textfests. With facebooking here and there. And for some reason, we aren't bored of each other yet. Nor have we driven each other insane.
Every now and then you come across a girl that you really, well, like. And so far, this certain someone is that girl. Where this goes, is as good a guess as any, but if it's just a little lucky for a guy to find himself a half-decent girl, then something tells me that maybe, just maybe, i've hit the jackpot.
Women are truly god's gift to men (and these days, other women) everywhere. I mean really, they're just so...beautiful. Truly works of art. But they can also be so EVIL. or DEMENTED. or just flat out CRAZY. But other than those three things, women are beautiful. lol.
ok, in all seriousness though, I think one of the greatest challenges for a guy is to find a women that is half-decent. That is to say, a woman that speaks our language. Or at least understands it (and has the patience for it). A woman whose assets include not only her body, but her personality and mind as well. Mind you, this goes for relationships on all levels. I would not want to be friends with a woman whose personality and mind IS her body. Nor would would I want a relationship with such a woman. However, hot and steamy relations? Definitely (but that's to talk about in another blog lol)!
No, every now and then you run into a girl who isn't just half-decent, but pretty amazing. Take the certain someone who's name does not appear at the top of this blog. The story of how we met is funny, but that too is for another blog. However, the girl in question, is, thus far, quite amazing. Why? Well allow me to process that information in the order that it pops into my mind.
She has blue eyes. I don't mean dead, fishy, blue eyes. I mean a pair of the most captivating blue eyes I've ever seen. She's a brunette! And we all know that brunettes have more fun than blondes, are wilder than redheads, and still kinda sweet. She's tall, in fact she models. So yeah. lol.
As I pick up my jaw, let's move on. She can cook, sing, and act! I will always maintain the arts to be the ultimate aphrodisiac. She can be pretty goofy, but also very sarcastic, which is awesome, cause she can hold her own against me! Which, if you've been reading my blogs, is a hard thing to do. Overall though, she's a very chill individual, who's straightforward, and generally happy. The fact that she can get someone like me to smile on occasion, says it all. She loves music just as much as I do, even though we have two completely different pallets for it.
The funny thing of it all, is that we haven't actually hungout yet! Outside of when I first saw her at my job, our conversations have been the ultimate textfests. With facebooking here and there. And for some reason, we aren't bored of each other yet. Nor have we driven each other insane.
Every now and then you come across a girl that you really, well, like. And so far, this certain someone is that girl. Where this goes, is as good a guess as any, but if it's just a little lucky for a guy to find himself a half-decent girl, then something tells me that maybe, just maybe, i've hit the jackpot.
Twenty.Three.
"A picture speaks a thousand words."
*sighs*
Ever meet a person who lives by that? I have. Many times over. And in my opinion, they're the most depressing people ever. They're the people who after a relationship has long crashed and burned, hit up their ex (or exes) for pictures hot enough to cause their phone to shortcircuit. Or that friend who has photos in his/her room that dwells on what they deem to be "the good times"...the ONLY good times in their lives. That family member that always pulls out some embarassing wallet of you, going on and on about how they wish you had stayed that way, how you were 'so cute' back then.
*YAWN!*
And try to tell those people to get over themselves and they will at some point or another make it known that they're social rejects who can't accept the fact that time goes on. Life comes and goes. They will insist that pictures last a lifetime, when in fact, the concrete places and individuals that make the pictures special, are going on with their existence. And the clock keeps ticking. Then those same people wake up one day and say, "Where did the time go?"
I'm a fan of the real thing. I love when I first experience something. I love when we are friends, a couple, or kids. But I also know it'll come and pass. And there's no changing that. True, the real thing may be temporary, but that's why it's precious in the first place. Pictures exist so we can look back on the good times, the good people, the good places. Not so we can try to swim backwards in a sea that keeps rushing forward.
Pictures may be worth a thousand words...but the moments that make them are worth an eternity.
*sighs*
Ever meet a person who lives by that? I have. Many times over. And in my opinion, they're the most depressing people ever. They're the people who after a relationship has long crashed and burned, hit up their ex (or exes) for pictures hot enough to cause their phone to shortcircuit. Or that friend who has photos in his/her room that dwells on what they deem to be "the good times"...the ONLY good times in their lives. That family member that always pulls out some embarassing wallet of you, going on and on about how they wish you had stayed that way, how you were 'so cute' back then.
*YAWN!*
And try to tell those people to get over themselves and they will at some point or another make it known that they're social rejects who can't accept the fact that time goes on. Life comes and goes. They will insist that pictures last a lifetime, when in fact, the concrete places and individuals that make the pictures special, are going on with their existence. And the clock keeps ticking. Then those same people wake up one day and say, "Where did the time go?"
I'm a fan of the real thing. I love when I first experience something. I love when we are friends, a couple, or kids. But I also know it'll come and pass. And there's no changing that. True, the real thing may be temporary, but that's why it's precious in the first place. Pictures exist so we can look back on the good times, the good people, the good places. Not so we can try to swim backwards in a sea that keeps rushing forward.
Pictures may be worth a thousand words...but the moments that make them are worth an eternity.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Twenty.Two.
So I'm on that ill depressive mode right now. I'm in need of money, seriously. I know, we're in a recession so everybody is moneyhungry and pocketgrungy, but I'm feeling more restricted than usual right now. Like my life has slowed to a crawl because I like the money to otherwise make that happen, ya dig?? Makes no sense? Check this:
I live in Willingboro, aka the suburbs, aka not the city. That means, transportation is limited to a car (if you have one), and a crappy bus system (yeah Burlink) i'm coming at you. Outside of that is the Transit, but like i said, me llamo el broko. So with no money to get to Philly, or my original home and personal preference, New York City, I'm forced to make do what I have around me. Which is lots and lots of....houses. In this town your options are as follows: work, chill at the crib, drink, smoke, party, have sex, sell drugs, walk around aimlessly. Oh yeah, definitely routes to making it as a writer. Or anything for that matter. See where I'm getting at?
Anyway, school is coming up, and my summer, which i planned on devoting to my writing, went to shit as a result of no money. I don't drive yet, and even if I had my license (testing the 21st of this month) I have no whip. Sooo, where's the silver lining??
Well, I'm naturally stubborn, headstrong, and not prone to standing still. So even though my situation may look sorta wack at the moment, I will get the ball rolling by the end of the fall semester. I will get out to philly and nyc to hit up some poetry cafes, studios, and whatever else my writing can reach for. I will get where I want to be. I will get that license. And a car to get me from point A to point B. And most of all, I'll keep my head above water, even as everything around me is trying to drag me down.
I live in Willingboro, aka the suburbs, aka not the city. That means, transportation is limited to a car (if you have one), and a crappy bus system (yeah Burlink) i'm coming at you. Outside of that is the Transit, but like i said, me llamo el broko. So with no money to get to Philly, or my original home and personal preference, New York City, I'm forced to make do what I have around me. Which is lots and lots of....houses. In this town your options are as follows: work, chill at the crib, drink, smoke, party, have sex, sell drugs, walk around aimlessly. Oh yeah, definitely routes to making it as a writer. Or anything for that matter. See where I'm getting at?
Anyway, school is coming up, and my summer, which i planned on devoting to my writing, went to shit as a result of no money. I don't drive yet, and even if I had my license (testing the 21st of this month) I have no whip. Sooo, where's the silver lining??
Well, I'm naturally stubborn, headstrong, and not prone to standing still. So even though my situation may look sorta wack at the moment, I will get the ball rolling by the end of the fall semester. I will get out to philly and nyc to hit up some poetry cafes, studios, and whatever else my writing can reach for. I will get where I want to be. I will get that license. And a car to get me from point A to point B. And most of all, I'll keep my head above water, even as everything around me is trying to drag me down.
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