Thursday, June 30, 2011
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Years ago, I was traveling to Los Angeles with the creative arts program that I was a part of in high school. I was very excited about this trip. We received an opportunity to perform for a school in Los Angeles, and it was a wonderful way to experience how life was down there in Hollywood. Another thing that was exciting about the trip was that we were going to meet the writers of the crime drama Numbers. That was the icing on the cake. Getting the chance to meet actual screenwriters. Writing is my first love. It has been my first love since the day I was in diapers. I considered it another great learning experience.
We finally arrived in LA, and checked into our hotel. The second we arrived there my mentor dropped a Los Angeles bombshell. We arrived in Los Angeles around the start of the Writer's Guild of America strike. Most people would never forget that strike. Due to that, the writers from Numbers wasn't going to be with us. However, we forged ahead. I completely understood from a writer's perspective what that strike meant to them.
On the very first night, right after a big dinner from this Italian restaurant, I found out I was rooming with Fred, one of the other members of the program. In the beginning, I had no problem with it. That all changed five hours later when it was time to go to bed. Now I realized why everyone was begging me to be his roommate. The reason why is because he snores heavily.
It was hard for me to go to sleep during the first two hours. His snoring sounded like seven people were in the middle of having sex at the same time. Four pillows and two comforters weren't enough to get the snoring away from my ears. I was finally able to go to sleep a few minute after midnight.
Little did I know it was about to get worse.
Once I was getting ready to finish another great dream, it was suddenly interrupted by some loud noises coming from outside the hotel. In the beginning, I ignored the noises and tried going back to sleep. An hour had passed and the noises didn't go away. I was instantly irritated by what was going on outside. I looked out the window and there was a crazy strike being held outside. In the beginning, I thought the writer's strike came to the hotel. Two seconds later, I found out it was the hotel employees from taking a second look at their uniform.
A few hours later, the owner of the hotel gave us all a wonderful breakfast when we went downstairs to the lobby. It was the hotel's form of apology. While I was eating pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs, I just considered it very unusual. While the writer's strike was still going on, a hotel strike suddenly occurs during my first night in Los Angeles.
Talk about ironic.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
An amazing artist named "Solomon" just released his new album entitled The Love Rocker Project on June 28th. I have known this artist for quite some time now. The thing I like about Solomon is his diversity and positive image. His music is a complete stand out. Every time he releases a new track I feel like I am listening to a song that everyone deserves to hear.
He recently released a new music video for his single Bang! Bang!. The video is hard to describe. I fell in love with it instantly.
The lyrics are amazing from one line to the next. It makes a broken heart wanting to heal again. Even though it's a song about heartbreak it still makes you want to get up and dance. The imagery in the video is hard to resist. New York City is like a second home to me and I always feel this temptation to move there quickly. I will be there soon, but this video is truly tempting me. All for good reasons. The dancing is on point from beginning to end. We all have that fantasy of wanting to just dance around the streets of New York with no one insight. Solomon did in this video and every moment was wonderful.
Solomon is one original artist that has an amazing career ahead of him. I am one of his love rockers that looks forward to seeing what he is going to do next. Below is the music video. If you don't have his album you should get it.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Harry Potter has been in our lives for nearly a decade in a half. To be honest, I didn't know they were a books series when I was a little kid. Every time I came home from school I would turn on the television, and there would be a commercial saying the movie just came out on video cassette. It was around the time that VCR's were still popular and not being taken over by DVD players nowadays.
My parents bought me the movie and I was instantly addicted to it. Then when I found out there were a book series that the movies were based on, I added it to my fan collection without even second guessing it. It's been nearly a decade and I am still mesmerized in Harry's world. Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, the final book in the series is my favorite out of all seven books. I can read it endlessly.
I saw the first part of the two movie series based on the book. It was very enjoyable. Only now that I am realizing that the final movie is coming out in three weeks. I am honestly not ready to say goodbye. It might have to take me the full three weeks to realize that the end is near.
I will be attending the movie's opening night. I will be there with all the die hard Harry Potter fans. We will cry, laugh, and applaud everything that will be happening in front of us. Harry Potter will forever be an iconic character in my life.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
No words can express how much of a fan I am when it comes to Enrique and his music. It's so creative and the lyrics relates to my personality piece by piece. Each story that he sings I can easily relate to.
I first heard "Dirty Dancer" on the radio and instantly fell in love with the song. I played the song online every second I could. Also, whenever it plays on the radio, I am out of bed and moving like a dirty dancer.
I finally saw the video and I was mesmerized. The imagery that is being played in this video is spell bounding. It makes you want to play it over and over again. Enrique and Usher had perfect chemistry in this video. It also clears up who sung which lyric. Enrique and Usher's voices sound the same on this track. Now that I've seen I know who sung which lyric.
Overall, this video is a masterpiece. You can replay it over and over again. I can't wait to see what Enrique is going to bring out next. Right now, I am just enjoying this wonderful material from Enrique and the equally talented Usher and Lil Wayne.
I am starting to get used to everything when it comes to me and my dog. After I watched that movie Marley and Me and I saw he was a little mini Marley, I decided to get a head start and be prepared for whatever surprises Midnight still has for me. Lately, I have been very successful but there are still somethings that I am still not used to. One of them is his fear of thunder and lightning.
One night, the clouds started to cover up the night sky. The sun was setting while I was heading home. You can see that a storm was coming. What surprised me was how beautiful the clouds were forming. It was like they were coming to collide peacefully and not cause a rainstorm. Then I remembered to never judge the book by the cover, no matter beautiful it looks. There was a storm coming and it was going to be ferocious.
I made it home just in time. Lightning started to cover the night sky. I looked out the window and the outside looked like it was being flashed by a jumbo sized camera. Then came the noises. I have become used to the noises, but Midnight isn't. Once he heard the thunderstorms and saw the flashes coming from outside, he started running all over the place, trying to look for higher ground. He jumped on the couch and then jumped on the very top. It was his way of trying to find a place to hide. Sadly for Midnight, the top of the couch wasn't big enough to hold him. So he was falling off the top simultaneously. He is just lucky that we have a carpet floor.
I thought that was all Midnight was going to do. I was sadly mistaken. Whenever I was leaving the room, Midnight would follow me around like an obsessed stalker. He was so scared that he didn't want to be alone. No matter where I was he would follow me and try not to leave my site. My office, my bedroom, the bathroom, the living room, etc.
Then when I finally got the chance to lay down and relax on the couch, Midnight jumped on the couch and started rotating around my stomach. He didn't realize that I made a sensitive stomach and stuff like that would slightly irritate it. Then he laid on it, as if my stomach was another one of his round pillows that he sleeps on.
The rain finally stopped and Midnight's scary phase was over. After everything that he did, I'm surprised I didn't run out the house to try and avoid him. It was a insane, yet memorable night.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
A few days ago, the rain finally arrived. This time it brought company.
I was asked to volunteer at this community center I visit every now and then. Knowing me as a good friend, don't turn requests for friends. I immediately answered "Yes" on the phone and told them I would arrive the next day. Now that I think about it I am starting to get too many requests from my friends. At this rate, I am going to have to start charging for my services.
I left my house in a confident move. I started walking forward. Everything was fine. There was a large cloud in the sky, but I was sure that I could beat the rain. Four blocks away, the rain begins to pour down. Without an umbrella or a raincoat, the rain started coming down to my clothes and everything I was wearing sucked in all that water like a sponge.
I remember looking up in the clouds telling the rain "You finally caught me."
With no roof over my head, I decided to continue walking with all the the water continuing to add up in my clothes. I tried my best not to cry, but I will admit that it was a little difficult for me not to. All I wanted was to have a good day, but the rain finally decided to fulfill it's plan by having my day miserable.
I finally made it to the community center and that's when the internal anger was ready to explode. The second my hand touched the door the rain stopped on the spot. It was like the weather faucet was turned off and human nature decided to stop. I felt played and offended.
Ms. Gardner, one of the women that works at the community center opened the door to let me in. Then I said the one sentence that I believe informed me that the rain had some company.
"Why are you so wet?" she asked.
I looked up at her and said "I think God is playing with me."
Two seconds later, lightning struck near the center. We both jumped inside for safety. We both thought that strike was for me. While walking to the front, I kept thinking "Did I say something bad about God? I didn't think it was offensive."
In the end, the rain soaked me dramatically for the second time in my entire life. It was a day that I will never forget.
Monday, June 20, 2011
It's been a good couple of months, but I am doing my best to stay in World of Warcraft rehab. I can't help but say it has been a grueling couple of months. I only relasped once. I thought I was going to be able to last a year without this game, but it's still an ongoing battle.
I am doing my best to make sure that I am not going to repeat playing 27 hours straight, just like how I did it years ago. Most World of Warcraft fans will admit to you that this game is addictive. Why do you think the expansions keep selling records. We all love this game.
I am finding other hobbies. Just hopefully no one will aim some World of Warcraft game at me right now. I'm still not ready.
Friday, June 17, 2011
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I will never forget that day. I remember my parents telling me that I was going somewhere and they were getting rid of something that they told me had to be removed. They didn't tell me that it was my hair that needed to be cut. They kept it a secret while on my way to the shop. While driving to the shop the car was silent as a ghost. No one was talking. The only thing you could hear and feel was the car driving past numerous speed bumps. Since I was a very small and the seat belts were broken, I was bouncing up and down the backseat like I was in a moving ball pit.
The car eventually stopped and we arrived at the barbershop. My stepfather put the car in drive, and both of them looked back at me with these weird look in their eyes.
"Look here Roque," said my mother. "We're at the barbershop."
"What's the barbershop?" I asked.
"It's a place where people go to get their haircuts," my stepfather spoke. "This is going to be your first day there. So don't cause any drama. We ain't got time for this."
He said it as if we just had an argument a few minutes ago. A part of me wanted to slap him in the face.
I know they say "You don't talk to your parents like that."
Well in that situation it should've been the other way around.
Since I heard that quote so many times a part of me wanted to say "You're not supposed to talk to your kid like that."
I may have been very young, but my vocabulary was beginning to outgrow me. It's amazing what happens when one of your first birthdays presents was a dictionary.
My mother then said "Trust me on this. When you walk out of that shop you're going to look like a completely different person."
That's where my mother went wrong. I didn't know about cartoons at that age. I was watching a lot of random stuff on TV. Horror movies were at the top of the list. So just think about it. A four year old who is obsessed with horror movies is being told "When you walk out of that shop you are going to look like a completely different person."
That's the kid's quote for "They are going to operate on you and never let you leave that shop."
Right after she said, I started trying to run for my life. I was running around the car like a road runner getting away from two coyotes. They managed to catch me every time. The barber even had a hard time. He tried to keep me down in the chair, but I wanted him to stay away from my hair. The process was very difficult. I was watching my hair flying off in front of my eyes. Once I saw that happening I felt like he was removing the hair in order to get me bald. That way, he can use that razor and finally open my scalp.
It was finally over, and even though it was clear that he wasn't going to operate on me, I still ran for my life. So consider this a lesson for all parents or relatives. If you are going to take your young one to the barbershop for the first time, expect the first year to be a crazy episode of your kids trying to run away from that razor.
Everything about this video is absolutely wonderful. It's very classic, but it still has Lady Gaga's touch to it. From the wardrobe to the lyrics to the scenery, "The Edge of Glory" is another amazing video for Lady Gaga.
The thing I most love about this video is the spirit of New York. Lady Gaga was growing up in New York City and you could see her tribute to her home city in this video. During the whole video, I could feel the spirit flowing through my veins. I have only been to New York for a few days, but it felt like home during those past few days. That's why I love those romantic comedies that sets in New York. There is always a connection.
Now this video wants me to pack up my bags and just move to New York with the only money I have on me right now.
I believe her grandfather would be so proud of her. This song was a tribute to her father and her video is the perfect addition to the amazing relationship she said she had with him. Congratulations on this video Lady Gaga.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
I made it back home after another long day of work. I was so happy to get back home and just relax with my dog. It was Thursday, which meant that it was one thing. It was "Pasta Thursday". Every Thursday, I cook pasta for dinner. It's a habit that unexpectedly developed into a personal holiday.
I walked towards the side of the house to get to the backyard and park my bike. Once I opened the door I saw a large jungle at the side of my house. It was obvious then that no one mowed the lawn and the grass was growing everywhere. I was completely shocked at what I stumbled upon.
"Hi Roque," my neighbor said unexpectedly.
"Nice to see you guys too," I responded. I have those type of neighbors that greet you every time you come pass them. I'm the same type of person when it comes to that.
"Looks like you have a jungle out there."
I had the yard door wide open. It was very clear for him to see from across the street.
"I know. There are so many crazy things going on in here."
Then he took a tiny gaze. There was something in my yard that apparently caught his eye.
"You might have to get a weed killer," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because it looks like you are growing actual weed in the yard."
I looked in the direction that he was pointing at. There in clear view were actual weed growing near my feet. It wasn't the type of weed that normally grows around gardens. It was the type of weed that people illegally smoke. The moment I saw that I lost all composure. I wanted to stay away from my house. I could not believe that actual weed was growing on the side of my house.
"Get them out of here," I responded. "Light the heck out of it. Set it on fire. I want it away from my house."
I was ready to run into my house and grab a match. Then I realize what happens when you set weed on fire. If they happened to catch fire I would have been falsely arrested for possessing it. I manage to get rid of it in a few days. Ever since then I have been making sure that someone is there to mow my lawn once the yard starts to bloom like crazy again. Especially on the side of my house.
Monday, June 13, 2011
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Friday, June 10, 2011
One of the most beautiful moments in an individual’s life is to walk to the altar, exchange vows, and showing the world that two amazing people are getting married. Before you actually get a chance to walk down the aisle you have to go through a few steps to make the ceremony special. There are wedding invitations, renting a location, parties, dinners, etc.
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Thursday, June 9, 2011
My friend and I were riding in the car together after working a night shift. We were both completely exhausted and we didn't think about anything related to work. The only thing that was on our minds was that GPS system leading us to our houses. Although, we were having conversations about pop culture and what was going on in the city.
I'll call my friend Tom.
While driving, we were all of sudden jumping when a group of individuals pulled up towards us on the left side of the road, and yelled at us on the other side. I thought for a second that they were drunk because of the way they yelled. I hung out with a lot of drunk people to know how they yell. They were like a biker gang in one car. They drove away as fast as they could to stay away from us. Sadly for them their escape plan backfired.
The cars were completely packed on the left side of the road. Tom and I were riding on the right side and there were no cars in front of us. Knowing that they were trap, we decided to see the aftermath. We weren't angry of anything. We were in fact laughing about the whole situation. But we wondered how funny it would be to see they look on their face when they realized they weren't going anywhere. Tom drove up as fast as he could until we finally made it to the car.
Tom put his foot on the brake and we drove past them slowly, as if life was temporarily in slow motion. We looked out the window and the entire gang in their van stood still as a statue, feeling totally embarrassed that their plan backfired. We drove up ahead and laughed our way back home.
It was the perfect goodnight gift.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
That kind of started this lifestyle I created. I am nineteen years old now and I still have older friends. My youngest friend is twenty four and my oldest one is fifty. In the dating department, my limit is at least five years older than me. It has never been a problem with me to have older friends. My maturity level has progressed alot faster than I expected. However, there are times when hanging out with your older frends might be a little too much.
One night, I was hanging out with an older friend of mine who was fourty years old at the time. I was just entering nineteen when we first met. The both of us were bored. So we decided to call a couple of his friends and head to this tiny restaurant/bar in the middle of the city. I really don't go to large places. I really enjoy going to low key places where it is all about hanging out with your friends and enjoying each other's company.
While inside, we decided to play pool. Some people don't realize, but I am highly skilled at pool thanks to Bill, my fourty year old buddy. He was a great person and I learned alot from him. But him and his friends tended to forget that I was only ninteen.
During the second game, George, Bill's best friend, brought over two cups of a drink known as Cherry Bombs. I didn't know what it was at the time, but he still wanted me to try it out. After the first sip, I realized it was vodka mixed with cherries. I became a part of those group of teenagers that was drinking under 21. Good thing I only drunk one cup.
Then they wanted me to take shots of the remains. They squished the cherries and made the juice good enough for you to drink. I was given two shots.The first shot was great. It had this endless taste to it. Then the second shot came and it was mayhem. I raised the glass so high, the juice landed in my right eye. My eyes started burning like a volcano. I needed some water to cool it down. In a couple of seconds, I grabbed onto this cup that looked like water and sprinkled it into my eyes. Seconds later, I realized that it was Sprite that I poured into my eyes.
At that point, my eyes wanted to pop out. I retreated to the restroom to find the sink and use the water from that. Remember when I told you that it was a small place? Well the moment I walked into the restroom, I saw that there was a toilet and no sink. I was really burning at the point. Luckily, the tears I was producing down washed the juice away. I didn't cause a scene and I continued playing a magnificent game of pool.
It was my first experience with a Cherry Bomb drink.
Friday, June 3, 2011
It's kind of crazy to me what a human can go through and how long they can take it. Some people can take over a hundred hurts and they'll be alright. That is until they explode right in front of you. After all, a human being can only take so much.
There are individuals in this world who hurts you on purpose. Then they expect you to give them another chance because of this close relationship between the two of you. Mother, father, son, best friends, neighbors, and the list goes on and on.
When it comes to life, I can't help but wonder. Does an individual deserves infinite chances?