Wednesday, December 26, 2012
It's been fifteen days since the last update. My thoughts are going every which way right now. Holidays and faithfulness has been quite the challenge for me these past fifteen days.
Here is one thing I will admit to you. I believe that I might have taken a slip, which was due to the colossal amount of Christmas food I ate along with my avoidance of wanting to workout during winter season. It's cold outside. Who really thinks about going outside for a jog or something?
It was because of those things that I felt a temporary drop in my progress. I lost some weight. My meals have been imbalanced. I truly lost my place temporarily in the plan. I still ate the recipes that were offered to me by Chris (Alkaline Guru). The one thing I will forever admit is that Eden on Earth has some of the best recipes.
Now I'm working on getting my balance back. I've been eating a lot of ginger oatmeal. It's a start to get me back on track. I strongly believe that 2013 is going to be time for big changes. After all, the new year is all about starting a new thing. So I'm excited for the new direction.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
What the hell? That's all I can say.
"What the hell?" was all I was thinking when my body decided to physically show me that I'm going to be faithful to this plan. Mind you, this is the same body that wanted to kill me from the inside because I decided to feed it chicken morraccan with prunes instead of fried chicken from the Chinese restaurant across the street from my place.
Bi-polar disorder is not going to happen in this stomach.
I went to a party for a friend of mine recently. While everyone was lollygagging and walking around, I walked all the way to food table to get something to eat. My body was going through a healthy direction for quite some time now. I felt it needed a snack.
Right after I ate some fruits and vegetables inside, my body decided to physically reject the McDonald's I ate hours prior. I literally felt someone kicking me in the stomach for a few minutes. I instantly knew my body was trying to stay on the healthy road, and that me eating McDonald's wasn't doing my body justice.
My friends thought I was going through a mood swing, asking me if I was alright. I told them I was and that Chris (Akaline Guru) is just putting me through an amazing plan. My friends know that I'm always doing something. So they just looked at Eden on Earth as another project that I'm a part of.
The point I'm making is that this health & wellness is truly showing amazing results. It's been thirty days already. It's amazing to see how my body is cooperating with me. I love the changes in my inner energy flow and the fact I can keep up with the physical demands people have of me when it comes to my body. So of those demands might be psychotic, but I'm all for the challenge.
The first month is over. Time for the final two.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
It's been five days since the last time I wrote a post about this. I've been going through quite the challenge when it comes to my personal and professional life. That along with the health balance that I've been experiencing. It's lovely.
What I can say right now is that I feel the transformation and I'm loving it. I'm waking up with lots of energy and no struggle. The food is digesting swiftly and smoothly. There hasn't been any recent crashes. So it looks like I'm on the right track.
It all started when I began taking the stairs instead of elevators at my job. Whenever I eat carbs, I'll work it out by going up the stairs. Kind of like the machine they have at the job. Since my hours are currently crunched up, I've had to bring the gym over to work. It's been magical.
I've also gone through a dramatic change when it came to what I drink. The sodas, juices, and alcohol has left the body. Now I'm 100% faithful to Fiji water. No matter how many times that water tries to prevent itself from going inside me, I gulp that water like it was the last water in Africa. Time to clean house everyone.
There has been no temptations for junk food and that's great in my opinion. The fact that I have a break from that food feels good.
I can't wait to see what else this plan has for me. All I know is that I'm continuing on this healthy direction.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
It's been a week since I've written a recent post about what's been going on with my body. Well all I can say is that it's been quite the challenge and quite the worry. When Chris Stephenson (Akaline Guru) and I called me this week, I was partially worried that I wasn't sticking to the plan nicely. We had the phone conversation and it turns out I'm on the right track.
I first brought to his attention that I've experienced two body crashes throughout the past few days. My body has never been used to so much healthy balance, it made the decision to reject the food completely. But sadly, it can't reject it completely. After all, I'm the one that's putting the food in my mouth.
Chris told me that what I'm going through is a normal state. My body is currently going through the process of ridding itself of all that junk, and accepting the fact that I'm trying to balance it. I took a deep breath as a sign of relief, for I thought I was doing the wrong thing. I just partially wish it didn't have to be painful. I think I'm partially experiencing Chris's detoxing experience.
The one thing Chris constantly tells me is that I can eat in moderation, but have to keep it balanced. If I don't, I'll pass out in my office again. That's what I'm working on right now. I stopped drinking a lot of juices and sodas, and been sticking to Fiji water. I'm eating more carbs like Mac and Cheese for example. I'm going back in the gym in order to balance the carbs. The list goes on and on, but this is just a few.
Before the end of our conversation, I did bring to Chris's attention that I've been losing memory lately. Every time someone tells me something, I would forget it in five seconds. People would always have to repeat what they've told me for the second time in order to let that stay in my head. So I asked him what's good food for memory.
1. Continue drinking water.
2. Oregano. Sprinkle it on top of pasta, my favorite food in the world.
That's exactly what I did. Knowing I was eating lasagna that very night, I put Oregano on top of it.
Once again, I completed another chapter down my road to health & wellness. I can't wait to see what's next. I can't wait to try out these new recipes Chris is going to send to me soon. All I know is this plan is really doing my body well.
Until next time everyone!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
All I can say is this. Wow.
For the past two days, I've already gone through the imbalance of what I eat along with keeping my body in shape. But I had no idea my body was going to respond the way it did.
I've still been eating the same amount of food I normally eat, which are colossal dishes. I don't eat small things. I eat huge things. I was still eating the recipes by my nutritionist, but I was eating more junk food than the healthy ones. I'm sorry to admit it. I got tempted by french fries and I ran to go get some.
Not only that, but I began drinking Fiji instead of my traditional Vitamin Water. Artesian water is best for those who are looking to be in shape. So I've been consuming that religiously. Before I arrive at work, I am at the corner store buying some Fiji water. If I'm going to go through this plan for three months, then I need to go all the way.
In the midst of everything, my body responded differently than I thought. While sitting down at my desk, I crashed on the inside and fell asleep for four hours. It was like my body unexpectedly fell off the building and I felt the crash when it hit the ground.
I did a little self reflection on what happened. It turns out it was a sign of rejection. My body wasn't used to me making all these healthy decisions. It's been used to eating in moderation. that is forcefully rejected all these healthy choices that were entering my body. From the chicken to the alkaline water, my body couldn't take it and decided to crash.
In my opinion, that's a good thing. I'm not advocating that everybody's body is meant to crash. What I mean is if your body shows a physical sign of resistance because of the changes it's going through, that means you're on the track. That's how I feel.
I'm on the right track. Now it's time to take a tiny break. It's Thanksgiving. That means I'm stuffing my face. Until the next update, Happy Thanksgiving.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Last week, my friend Chris Stephenson (Alkaline Guru), introduced me to this three month health plan. Within an hour of the conversation, I was on board. I loved this whole idea of getting myself back into shape, eating well balanced meals, and still obtaining the slim toned body that I want. Right now, I'm getting out of a slim figure. I've been working out in the gym and gained at least ten pounds worth of weight. Looks like I'm on a role.
The past eight days of this plan hasn't been easy. I will admit that. I thought this plan would be simple, but it ended up being quite the challenge for me.
I first began creating a balance in the meals that I eat while managing my sleeping habits. I'm stuffing my face and not getting enough sleep, which thereby causes me to crash at the most unexpected times. So my nutritionist has given the first of few recipes that he recommended that I should try out. They're well balanced and still taste good.
For breakfast, I'm eating Scrambled Eggs and Green. For lunch, I'm eating Salmon Cakes. For dinner, I'm having Moroccan Chicken Tagine with Prunes.
I don't eat these every day. I'm still allowed to eat everything that I won't. This is just a high recommendation for someone like me who's trying to achieve my goal. It's been a crazy nine days, but I'm still on the plan. I'm loving the experience and I can't wait for the results.
This is the first of many future postings. I'll be writing about my journey through this plan. I hope it inspires all of you. I can't wait.
P.S. I need to go back to the gym. I am so out of shape.
Monday, October 22, 2012
A few weeks ago, I went to this elder's ball right after attending a social event that my friends invited me to. I was originally ecstatic about being at the event. I got to eat barbecue burgers and hot dogs at one event, and the fact that I was personally invited to another event was great. Aside from that, the subject matter meant so much more to me.
It was an elder's ball celebrating the elders. I for one was happy for them. Elders have given the new generation so many blessings that we still need. They deserve a night where they can celebrate what they've accomplished.
I walked inside and tried to get the party started with my dancing. There were only a few people inside, but that didn't mean we shouldn't be looking and acting like statues. So that's what I did. A half hour later, I found myself dehydrating. I needed a beverage. So I walked over to the bar and asked the bartender for a Pepsi.
I believe the woman was in her 60's. But I will admit she looked amazing for a woman in her sixties. From her makeup to her accessories, she looked gorgeous. I'm gay people. Let me compliment things dramatically please.
A half hour passed since I asked for my Pepsi. Instead of getting a Pepsi, what I got was this woman giving me her life's story starting from the age of 15. She talked to me about her family, her travelings, her upbringing, her marriages, her children, and how she feels about currently being in her sixties.
I'm an open minded person. I love listening to stories. But it's another ball game when you were asking for something else in your mind. So as much as I wanted to listen to her stories, my mind was completely focused on a Pepsi. So her story was completely blocked from my mind.
She finally stopped talking and listened to me when I clearly asked for my soda. Then she dropped the bombshell when she told me that I have to purchase a ticket from the front entrance in order to drink something from the bar. I was broke at the time. So my Pepsi request was revoked. Still, it was a wonderful ball.
Congratulations to the elders!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
I recently wrote a new article for Addict of Fiction. It's the first article of this month that I wrote for my gaming crew. I personally miss my friends. so I had a blast writing another article for them. I have ideas for many new ones. So I'm not leaving my writing crew any time soon. So you can expect many more writing material for Addict of Fiction.
This article is based on my experiences playing the online demo version of Little Fighter 2. This game is my downtime. If I have no writing deadlines, I can just sit back and enjoy a wonderful RPG in order to pass the time.
But there is one thing about this game that drives me crazy. With one click on the picture you'll know exactly what I mean.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
I was hanging out at the pier one day and something happened there that inspired this new article. It came right out of the blue. The words just came to me. I like it when that happens. That makes me realize that the creativity can truly come out.
After finishing this new piece, I instantly knew this post was meant to be with my Future Forward family. So I hope you guys like it. Click on the picture and have a good read.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
A few days ago, I received an offer to facilitate a group. I signed on to do four weeks of this thing. Each topic is different, but they are all very serious stuff. The first one was great. I was anxious, but it was great. Then the next week arrived and it was time for me to facilitate again.
The second topic was about how some people's lives are influenced by the porn industry. It led to a huge debate right there in the room. Some people said that some parts of the porn industry was fine while some disagreed with it all together. The room was packed with passionate people, which I liked.
These are the kind of conversations I like to see. I know it's hard to manage dealing with a bunch of egos in the room, but that's what makes it unique. I would rather be in the room with a bunch of out of control egos that have a bunch to say about one topic than to hang out with people that are staring at you like you're some sort of reflection in the mirror.
The group ended for the day and I felt like a failure. I didn't feel like a failure because of the group. They were amazing. I felt like a failure over myself. There were a few times when I messed up my speeches during my conversations with the group. I missed one section of the conversation and jumped to the next. On two to five occasions, I messed up.
Within seconds, I'm beating myself up in the head, saying "Why did you mess up? You could have done better than that?" I was giving myself one painful after the next.
This whole scene was a reflection on how I judge myself at times. I am sometimes my worst critic. Whether it's me writing some new material and doing public speaking in front of a bunch of people. I never care about what other people think about me, but I do think about how I'm presenting myself to people. It's a painful realization that I'm still dealing with to this day. I love myself way so much I have a tendency to judge my actions hard.
That commentary on myself after the group ended was one example on how my conscience sometimes catches me on my most vulnerable time, and levels me down terribly. I'm doing my best to work on not trying to beat myself up, but there are moments when I wish I wasn't my own critic..
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Do you remember “The Legend of Dragoon?” If not, where were you during your childhood years? Even though I love to brag about playing the Final Fantasy and Sonic series, there’s this one fantasy adventure game that will always hold a special piece of my heart. I would play this game constantly when I was a little kid. To me, this is the true example of a fantasy game that everyone should play at least once in their life.
Well I have an interesting perspective on this. I've been thinking about this game for so long I decided to write a game article about it. I'm sure this is exactly what everyone is thinking when it comes to seeing an expansion of this stand alone fantasy game.
Click on the picture to read my game article about it.
Monday, August 13, 2012
You know that thing people say about first love? That you will never forget your first love? Well I agree on that 1000%.
One thing about me that I believe will surprise people is that when it comes to relationships, I’ve only been in love one time. Six different men have been a part of my life since I was fourteen years old. But throughout all of those relationships, I only fell in one with them.
It was my high school boyfriend. He knows who he is. He’s a very good friend and I’m happy to have him as a friend.
It all started when we were fourteen years old. We were each other’s first everything. He was the first person that influenced me to come out. He and I were the only and possibly the first openly gay couple at our school. Even when we broke up midway through those four years, people still thought we were a couple because we tried to maintain a friendship with us. He was the first time I was ever intimate with a man, and I will admit it was one of the most romantic times of my life. I truly fell in love with him and so did he with me.
Of course, we went through emotional ups and downs during that time. First relationships are always the toughest. But through all of it, we still maintain a friendship. I remember asking him one time “Why is it that we’re still close?” The journey we went through was not easy.
His response was something I’ll never forget. He said “Because you’re a special piece of my heart that I will never even attempt to get rid of.”
I agree on that immensely and I’m so happy that he’s still a part of me. Do I still love him? I love him more than any other person in the world. Do I want to get back together with him? I have my moments when I want him back and he knows it. But as long as we’re still in each other’s lives, the friendship we have is good for me.
I look back at some of my relationships and I now realize that I’ve never the five of them. I was physical attracted to them, but I was never emotionally attached to them. Sometimes I wonder how did those relationships materialize.
So my journey to falling in love continues, but I will never forget that one person who gave me and is still giving me the love that everyone deserves.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
For all of my video game fans, I just finished writing this new post for Addict Of Fiction. I know it's been a very long time since I wrote for them, but I'm glad I came back. This is my gaming family and I will continue to write for them as long as they want me to.
This new post is about my personal perspective on two main characters in the Metal Gear series. Click on the picture to read the article.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Since puberty, I've been receiving tons of compliments about the way I look. Most people appear to be attracted to the way I look nowadays. Because of it, I've received tons of questions about my appearance.
Why are my glasses hiding these beautiful eyes of mine?
My body is toned, but why don't you get more muscles?
I need to get out more. Why am I always inside and not acting like this other person?
Why do I act more smart and not seductive?
All of this is in regards to my body and how I treat myself around people. My response to that. Because I'm counting on my brain and not my body to succeed in life.
Growing up, I never had these so called good looks that everyone says I have now. All I had was my brain and my books. I've had to look deep inside myself and find out what makes me happy. So when people look at me on the outside, of course it can be puzzling why I didn't go into the other direction and depend on my looks for success.
I've been rocking glasses since I was little kid. I've become used to it and I have no intentions on wearing contacts. I dress casually and not seductively because I don't count on my looks for attention. I read literature more than magazines because I'm feeding my brain.
Don't get me wrong. I do have moments when I want to go the gym and work out. There are times when I want to walk outside with nothing on but my briefs and a wife beater. Topics revolving around sex will pop in casual conversations with me every now and then. But those are just moments. It doesn't define who I am. As much as I want success, I don't want to someday walk into a room, and a random person that doesn't know me, comes right next to me, and the only thing I could present is a Proactiv covered face with teeth that were just whitened from the dentist's office two hours ago.
I knew a long time ago that I was going to be counting on my brain more than my body. After all, I had a brain before I had good looks. I appreciate everyone who thinks I should be this other person. However, I'm comfortable dressing casually, sometimes geeky, and expressing to people what's going on in my head. I acknowledge my smartness and my sexiness, but I found the balance and they are not going to overshadow each other.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
The one thing that's obvious about me is that I'm an open book person. I made a personal decision a long time ago to open the doors to my life. I live without a single lie or secret surrounding it. If you ever ask me a question, I'm giving you the full truth. If I lied to you, I would beat myself up about it.
One of the main reasons why I live an open life is because of my family. No disrespect to them, but my family is a walking soap opera. Every time I visit one of my family members, it's like I'm walking into a room full of secrets. Even though they look together and happy, it was accessorized with lies and secrets being swept under the rug. If someone found out about one, it's a bipolar war.
There were times when I would cry over the fact that I had a family that didn't care if I found out about some important things about me that I should've been aware of from the start. I don't care about their personal secrets. However, it becomes my business when I'm dragged into it without my consent.
I will never forget a time when I found out about these two secrets my mom kept from me. Once I addressed to her how sad and depressed I was because of it, all she said was "So what? I don't care if it hurts you. You want dinner?"
Picture eight family members you treasured a lot telling you the same thing?
It's a pattern that refused to go away in my family tree. That's why I hardly talk to them nowadays. Because of that, I refuse to live my life under a web of lies and secrets. It's a fear I have. That I'm going to be living with lies and secrets. In my book, not gonna happen.
The other reason is because of my observations and opinions on life. The situations and realizations that I go through living here in the 21st century is appealing to me, and apparently a lot of people. These stories are interesting and I know that people are relating to it. So what's the use of telling these stories in the third person when you can tell them exactly what you've gone through? Take them on the journey with you.
This is my explanation on why I live an open book life. Once again, no disrespect to my family or anyone related to them. That's their personal decision on wanting to live like that. They just motivated me on not wanting to live like that, and instead be open about who I am. To me, the truth is easier to deal with and easier to live with.
New York City has been changing me more than you guys think. It shocks me exactly how these changes are happening fast. One thing is New York City making me a better worker and organizer. I can tell you a whole bunch of stories about it, but that'll be multiple blog posts.
Instead, what I've decided to do is write a how-to article about it. It describes everything I'm referring about this city changing my work ethic. I hope it inspires everyone to do the same thing.
Click on the picture to read the how-to article.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
For everyone that knows me, whether you're a reader or a close friend of mine, you know I'm an affectionate person. It comes from being a free-spirit and an open minded person. I like to give hugs and pat you on the back from example. It's a natural thing for me.
In my defense, it's way for me to show you that my door is open to you. I'm not judgmental. I don't criticize. I don't do anything to make you think that I'm a bad person. I'm a positive, happy-go-lucky, most of the time quiet, person. But just because I'm too positive all the time doesn't mean I'm not open to compromise. I'm open-minded. So if some of my actions are a little out of control, and you want me to tone it down a little, I'm open to compromising. I want to respect you and the friendship that we have.
But of course, I'm starting to learn that not everyone wants to be your friend, even after you make several attempts to please this person.
Yesterday, I sat down to have a conversation with this male person that I've been sensing tension with. I expressed to him how I noticed that he got irritated every time I hugged him or patted him on the back. I understand that some people don't like being touched or that being hugged is not a normal thing for him. I was open to compromise. That's why I came and sat down next to him instead of waiting for him to explode one day.
During the conversation, he kept texting on his cell phone. He looked at me only four times. He gave me only two responses. It was like he already made up his mind about me and didn't want anything to do with me.
The conversation ended with me hoping that we were on good terms and be good friends, and he said aggressively "Just don't touch me ever again."
I knew in that moment that a friendship wasn't going to materialize. We weren't on good terms. My attempts to pleasing him were just a waist of time. He already made up his mind about me and was waiting for me to shut my mouth.
It's another chapter in me learning more about friendships. You can't be a people pleaser. Everyone isn't your friend. If they don't want to be your friend walk away. Life is something, ain't it?
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
My second how-to article for Knoji is up. This one is based on my experiences riding subways. It's been only five weeks living here and I've already been exposed to tons of shenanigans down near the subways. It's gotten to a point where I now know how to tolerate it.
However, it shocks me to hear that people who's lived here a lot longer that I have still don't know how to tolerate. Well it's good thing I'm hear. Click on the picture to read "How To Tolerate Subway Shenanigans." Enjoy it and have a good laugh.
Monday, July 16, 2012
There are times when I go to the library to get some work done. I work best in a quiet environment with no distractions around me. After all, a quiet person needs a quiet environment in order to create great work. But there is now starting to be several distractions, preventing me from doing A-Z.
In the middle of working, I would get phone calls from friends and business partners, asking for favors or reminding me of what I'm supposed to do. Of course, since it's a library, I can't answer my phone. I have to ignore their phone messages and text the person that I'll call them in one second.
Once I do that, I run downstairs from the third floor to the first floor in order to reach the exit. Then once I'm outside, you expect me to answer my calls smoothly, right? You are so wrong.
I walk outside and find myself in other world of loud noises. Vehicles and people are swarming the sidewalk and streets. I sometimes have to move through some people while still maintaining stable contact with the person I'm talking to. It was as if New York City was ready for me as soon as I walked outside.
Handling business when I'm in the library is still a work in progress. But I will admit that there are times when I want to say "New York City, shut the hell up! I'm on the phone for God's sake."
Monday, July 9, 2012
Today is officially the day my new project launches. In a previous post, I announced I'll be returning to writing how-to articles for the website Knoji. It will be a New York edition of how-to articles. Since I've been living here for so long in New York, there is one thing I've gotten used to. Walking the streets.
I think you have to be here in the city to completely understand what I'm talking about. Walking in New York City is no joke. Your legs must be in the best shape. Then once they are, you'll be surprised on how much you've accomplished just by being a New York walker.
These personal experiences on walking in New York City inspired me to write this new how-to article. You want to learn how to be a New York walker. Click on the picture and find out how.
The last brand ambassador gig I had back in New Orleans was with TripAdvisor, a travel website. A conference was being held at the W hotel and they were looking for ambassadors to represent the brand for the weekend. I was so excited about this gig because of two things.
1. I was one of the most highly recommended ambassadors due to my background in that and writing.
2. I was going to be wearing a mascot suit for the first time.
Oliie the Owl is TripAdvisor's mascot. He looks like an ordinary black and yellow bird. But since the conference was being held in New Orleans, they gave Ollie this Hawaiian shirt with large beads around it's neck. I loved the concept and signed on the dotted line.
The day of the conference came and the true craziness of being a mascot occurred. It all started when they forgot to freeze the ice packs, which is what mascot people wear in order to stay cool inside of it. Mascot suits are hot. You got to be a little crazy if you are going to be standing out in the hot sun with no ice pack pressed against your body on the inside.
Then to top it up, Ollie's shoes were incredibly huge. My guess was that it was a size 20. When you put them on you can't just walk in them. You have to raise your legs up in order to make a step. You put all of that together. What do you get? A humorous day.
Knowing that I'm a natural klutz, I tripped a few times in those shoes. My co-workers had to carry me a few times to the front door. Whenever I raised a foot, it would land on the tip, thereby causing me to trip. It's quite unusual that for the many times I've almost fallen down, none of my co-workers came down with me in the process.
Heat was another challenge. The mask got hot within the first hour. So I had to breathe real hard and my co-workers had to serve me water. The water was filled with lemons and mint in the shape of leaves. At one point, a mint got caught at the top of my mouth from the inside, making it hard for me to store oxygen. I was sucking up as much as I could, but I was telling the mint to get out of my mouth. If I wanted to, I would've cursed at the mint.
Ollie the Owl was quite an interesting character to portray at the end of the day. I hope this will lead to me being a mascot again one day. Thank you TripAdvisor.
Friday, July 6, 2012
I'm so excited that this new project is being launched.
For those who don't know, I had a reputation for being a self-help guru back when I was seventeen. The reason why I had that reputation was because of the how-to articles I wrote for a website called Factoidz, which is now called Knoji. Months before graduation, I was given the opportunity to write how-to articles for them, which was something I grabbed onto instantly.
One reason was becauseI knew back in high school, I knew how to do so many things that some students didn't know about. So I felt it was a great opportunity to not only continue writing, but to also teach students around my age group a thing or to. That and one of my favorite movies is How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days. Kate Hudson plays a character who wrote how-to articles for a popular fashion magazine. I kept getting inspired by that movie. I wanted to write how-to articles for a popular magazine one day.
It's been almost three years now and I'm just now appreciating everything that has happened to me throughout the years when it comes to writing for Knoji. I viewed my profile and I got the chance to sit down and see what I've created. I've written and published 62 how-to articles. I have faithful followers that tells me all the time how much my articles have influenced them, and continue to share them with others. I'm a level 3 Knoji Expert who's articles have been viewed 95,000 times with 104 positive votes. That's amazing for a twenty-year old like myself to see.
A few months ago though, I left. I felt I did the best I could. I felt I've already written all the how-to articles I could write. I'm twenty-years old. What else do I know how to do?
Then I moved to New York City.
I started writing on my blog about living here in the Big Apple. When I went through one experience after the next, I would put it on here. Four weeks later, another opportunity was given to me to write more how-to articles. Only this time, it would be based on my experiences here in New York. That's right. A New York edition of how-to articles.
Originally, I thought that was insane. After all, I still felt I gave all the tips I could give. But one night, I started writing down some playful ideas. Before I knew it, I had twelve new ideas for how-to articles written down. Within that moment, I knew a new project was coming up. Now we're here and I'm happy to announce that I'll be writing a New York edition of how-to articles. Every week, you'll get a new how-to article that are hugely based on my experiences here in the city.
They are going to be more autobiographical with me telling you what I've experienced and how it could help you. I'm so excited and I can't wait to launch the new articles. See you then. Until then, get yourself acquainted with some of my previous picture by clicking on the picture above.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
As a male who's very close to a couple of female friends, I've sit down and listen to them whining about their female problems. From talking about their periods to talking about their difficult relationships with men, I've had female friends say things to me that will live on forever when it comes to understanding women. These conversations are as close to organisms I'll ever get from them.
However, there is one female experience I can now tell women that will bring us closer together. It's called "hot flashes."
It was ninety-five degrees with a humidity that felt like a hundred. I walked outside with no worries about sweating due to me being unable to sweat for four days. It was like my perspiration left my body without telling me. I know sweat is good for the skin and I wanted to sweat each of those times. Nothing happened.
I was leaving a restaurant with fried chicken in hand and began walking back to the house. While walking, the sun was coming down on me real hard at a certain point. I felt like a satellite ready to collect the sun's rays. Within minutes of walking, I can feel sweat finally escaping my body. After four days of disappearing, it was finally showing up. Only this time, it showed up in an unusual way.
It first started coming out of my neck. Within seconds, it began to move around my neck like am invisible snack. Three blocks later, I felt like I was wearing the human version of a dog collar. The sweat surrounded my neck in an unusual way. The sweat did of course appear in the obvious places: head, butt, chest, and back. Thus was just the first time I ever had sweat surround my neck like a dog collar.
I arrived at the house with a wet t-shirt. My briefs felt like they were glued to my butt. My socks felt soaked up. My face felt like a waterfall, even though the bumps were gone due to the salty sweat. If I wanted to, I could've told my friends I mowed the lawn, and they'd believe me. And then they would ask me "If you moved the lawn, why are you still so thin?"
I looked to the right and I saw my neighbor outside her front door. I reach over and told her "Hey, after this high temperature today, I now understand how you women feel when you say 'I'm having hot flashes.'"
I looked to the right and I saw my neighbor outside her front door. I reach over and told her "Hey, after this high temperature today, I now understand how you women feel when you say 'I'm having hot flashes.'"
Now that's an interesting thing to share with my female friends.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
The one thing that is definitely different about New York and New Orleans are the restrooms. I've been living here for a couple of weeks now and I feel like I'm getting close to more unisex experiences every day than I did back in the south. I do believe that both genders should be treated equally, but I'm starting to think the restrooms should be an exception.
I was walking down Wall Street after a two hour walk. My legs have been getting back in shape since I moved here. I walked into a Starbucks with the restroom on my mind. I walked into a fully functioning Starbucks, but there was no restroom built inside of it. At that moment, I was freaking out. My blatter felt like acid trying to break free of this shell called my penis, and I wasn't letting it because I didn't want my pants to get wet. I probably was provoking it since the only thing I bought from Starbucks was that sparkling juice.
I left Starbucks within minutes of walking in and tried to find a different one, so that I could use their restroom. When I finally walked inside a different Starbucks, I found myself looking at ten people together in one line, waiting their turn. A quick glimpse made me realize that it was a unisex restroom, which visually looked like a small excuse for a cubicle with a toilet inside of it.
I couldn't wait for those ten people. So I left Starbucks again and found myself walking while looking for a restroom in desperation. There was no Starbucks in site. I got scared and decided to go to the one place that I felt was best to go to. McDonald's.
I ran into the restroom and I found myself walking into the Dominican Republic. It was way too crowded. Three in one line and two in another. It was moving like a mini factory inside this one restroom. But eventually, the spot was opened and I let loose on the toilet.
As I'm walking, I'm still shocked by the fact that the restrooms. Some places either have a unisex one or don't have one. If you're looking for opposite sex restrooms, good luck with that. Or if you are looking for a large restroom, go to the ones in a hotel. You won't find them in small joints. It'll be hard to find. I guess it's another realization about New York that I need to adapt to.
Monday, June 25, 2012
One day at the library, I was checking out the first season of Star Wars: The Clone Wars on DVD. It's still shocks me that the show has had four seasons on Cartoon Network already. I've hardly been watching the network ever since Ed, Edd n Eddy was cancelled. The latest shows on the network are somewhat whack. I could no longer handle being a part of it's fan base the way I used to be.
When my books were getting checked out the librarian asked me if I mind if she could put rubber bands on the DVD set. If I opened it at any time, there was a possibility that all the CD's inside would fall out.
"Do you mind?" she asked me.
I didn't have a problem with it. But this is how I confused her. Instead of shaking my hand, I moved it up and down. It made her think I did mind it, even though I didn't. Five seconds later, I came to a realization that I gave her the wrong response. I didn't mind her putting rubber bands on it. I walked away feeling like a complete fool.
This is something I have a habit of forgetting. If you don't mind anything, say or show that you don't mind it. If you do, say or show that you do. There are times when I get mind and don't mind confused and accidentally gives people the opposite response. I don't mind anything, but I accidentally tell them I do mind.
Do you have a habit of doing that or is it just me? Please agree! Don't make me feel left out. Lol
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
When I was fourteen years old, I had the opportunity to perform at a school in Las Vegas when I was in my high school performing arts program. I was incredibly ecstatic. It was first time being in states other then Florida. We stayed at the marvelous Flamingo hotel. Everything about that hotel was amazing. I could just describe everything that was at the hotel, but that's another blog post.
On the third day, me and my friend Troy, one of the other students in the program who happened to be my hotel roommate, decided to go downstairs to buy some souvenirs. We've been working nonstop and never got a chance to take a break. That was my fault. I developed my workaholic ways very early. I felt bad for Troy and myself. So we decided it was time to go shopping.
Let me tell you something about Las Vegas. Everything about it is true. It is crazy expensive. We went to the gift shop and all I could find was this Las Vegas shirt for $100 dollars. To be honest, I didn't mind spending that much. I felt like I worked enough to splurge a little bit. I was a spoiled kid growing up. As the only child of two parents, I got almost anything I wanted. But later on in my teenage years, I did start making my own money. Because of that, I felt like I do whatever I want with my money, no matter how much I was spending.
Due to that, I used my debit card and bought the T-shirt.
Fast forward an hour later. I got this call from my cell phone from my mother and she is screaming and yelling at me in response to my spending. Both of our accounts were connected at the time. She could access whenever she felt like it in order to see what I doing with my money. There were moments when I had to keep the phone away from my ear and put it under the pillow because she was being ridiculous. She knows I don't like it when people cuss, and there she was on the other line, acting like one of those females on those ghetto reality shows.
I caved in and I returned the shirt. I gave them the receipt and they told me that they would transfer the money back to my account. That was six years ago and I didn't get my money back. I'm not upset. I make more than $100 nowadays. But when I look back at it, the only thing that disappoints me is my mother. If I knew Las Vegas wasn't going to pay me back, I could've at least kept the expensive shirt.
Now people wonder how they come up with those Hangover films. It's based on real life whether you like it or not.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
One of the new features I pitched to MUSED Magazine was one about bad boys. I thought based on my own personal experience that this would be a very interesting article to write about. I put it all together and sent it to them.
We all went through that time in our life when we dated a bad boy. Here is my perspective on it.
We all went through that time in our life when we dated a bad boy. Here is my perspective on it.
Click on the picture to read it. I hope you like it.
Monday, May 21, 2012
It's been weeks since news broke out about this. We are supposed to be over it, right? For me, that's impossible.
You remember the news about the teenagers who were drinking hand sanitizer because there was 65% alcohol in it? In the beginning, it was a media firestorm. I wanted to figure out who started that movement. I would've personally said to him "What makes you think the alcohol in the sanitizer is the same alcohol that people drink?"
It's been weeks since that happened. Teens stopped consuming them ever since they found out that two were hospitalized for doing it. It was a tiny moment that we expected to leave our heads. That's just not the case with me. Ever since that incident it's been hard for me to look at hand sanitizer. Every time I see a bottle of it, I get a automatic flashback, and feel disgusted.
I walked to the general store and there were these tiny bottles of hand sanitizer in full display. It felt like a jinx. Right next to them were matches. My first thought was to grab a match and set them on fire. But after realizing what happens when alcohol and fire comes together, I changed my mind.
Eventually, I'll get over this phase of feeling disgusted by hand sanitizer. But right now, I'm just turning my head.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
I normally back away from writing and talking about anything related to politics. I can give you a million reasons why I never want to be a part of politics, but I choose not to. However, when the editor-in-chief asked us to write a piece on same-sex marriage, I felt I had something to say about. I grabbed the opportunity and began writing this feature.
I remained as a far away from politics as I could with this feature. I didn't want there to be a single layer of it in it. What I did is give you guys a personal perspective on this topic. I talk about why as I originally didn't support same-sex marriage as a gay male myself. I talk about being a skeptic of marriage. I even talk about this wonderful same-sex couple that I met whose stories left my breathless.
Click on the picture to read my new feature. I loved writing and I hope you will enjoy reading it.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
There was a time when I was contacting my friends in New York City through emails alone. It was a constant 24/7 thing when it came to wanting to talk to my New York friends. If a day went by and I didn't send them an email, I would be so mad at myself. That's how it was back then when we were getting closer to each other. Now it's more like emailing each other when we get the chance. But we do our best to make sure it's as quick as we can.
Years have passed and we were still staying in contact through emails. I reached the point where I wanted to hear their voices on the other line of my cell phone as well. I knew what they sounded like, but I wanted to have their phone numbers. Emails are great, but I wanted to be in contact with them more than just one way.
Eventually, they finally gave me their phone number. I was so ecstatic. I wasn't going to blow up their phones or anything. It was just great that I had another way to get in contact with them. I felt they were teasing me when it came to that. There I was begging for a phone number and they decided to play with my emotions. Isn't that a funny way to show your friend how much you love him/her?
The day finally came that I decided to call them. I was walking around in the park and got bored. I wanted to converse with someone and my cell phone was right there in my hands. I dialed the number and the conversation began like this:
Me: HELLO PAL. THIS IS YOUR BUDDY ROQUE CASTON. I'M SO GLAD TO FINALLY GET A CHANCE TO TALK TO YOU. IT'S BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME. I'M FINALLY TALKING TO MY NEW YORK FRIEND ON THE PHONE. THE SOON TO BE BIG STAR. HOW ARE YOU?
Voice: Uh....who is this?
Me: Sorry, wrong number.
Good job my New York City friends. Good job.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
I just finished writing this guest article for the website Knoji. I can't believe it's been six months since I stopped writing for the website. It felt like a huge reunion that to come back and write a guest article for them. I'm not returning.
I wrote a new how-to article for Knoji called "How To Enjoy The Single Life". It's my 60th article, which really shocked me. I can't believe for two years, I've learned and taught people how to do 60 different things. I read the views. You guys are awesome.
Well I hope you guys enjoy this article. I loved writing it and I know you'll enjoy reading it. Click on the picture to read the article.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
When I hear the phrase “settling for less,” I get automatic flashbacks from my own personal life to my family and friends. Those three words have a huge backstory behind it for me; the question is whether it’s good or bad.
Some people date below their own standards for various reasons, whether because of some insecurities or self-hatred, and they settle for someone who does them no favors, someone who is the definition of disrespect and even abuse.
Click on the picture to read the rest of my feature for MUSED Magazine.
Friday, April 20, 2012
I would like to take this opportunity to address something that's been on my head for quite a while. It's popped up a few times while I was sick, but it's popped up even way before any of this happened. I just been putting it in the back of my mind because I really thought it wasn't a big deal. Now I realize it is and I'm just gonna say it right now.
Some of my friends are wondering why I haven't been supporting them in their new ventures the way I used to back then. Back in the day, I was Mr. Supporter to the extreme. I was the total embodiment of that word. I would be promoting them on my Facebook account. I would go to every single event they were at. I would be getting phone calls at 4 o'clock in the morning from my friends telling me an idea they have and I would say "Go for it."
I was truly Mr. Supporter to the extreme. For me, that just proved how much I love my friends. I know they tell you that you can't please everyone. I sometimes go overboard and try my best to do that. We all deserve to succeed and do what we want to do in life. I wanted to make sure my friends achieved their goal.
Then one night, I began to self reflect after a one hour phone call with a few of my friends. One got a record deal and is recording his album in another country with his rock band. Another one has opened a restaurant and it became a huge success just that quick. Finally, another one became a successful photographer and is now working at a popular magazine in New York City. All of my friend's dreams were happening right in front of me.
And where was I? I was on the floor with an empty wallet and no flourishing career.
I spent 95% of my life supporting, helping, or just being there as a friend. I dedicated a lot of blood, sweat, and hard work on them, I totally forgot about my life. I was still at square one with only a few changes being made. My career wasn't going anywhere and that was painful to look at.
I made the decision a long time ago to be 95% focused on my own life. I need to put myself together. Create my life. Make it the way I want to be. That way, when I do go out to dinner with my friends, we can each talk about our success and we will never have to say "Alright, who's the broke person at this table that I'm paying for."
I will continue to support my friends, but not as much as I used to. I'm sorry, but I got a life to put together. I'm 20 everyone. It's time to kick this car in over drive.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
I have been watching the previews for Naughty Dog’s upcoming release “The Last One”. Even though I normally don’t want games that involves zombies and living in a post apocalyptic world, there is something about this game that is making me wait for it to arrive on our shelves.
“The Last Of Us” is set around these two main characters in the game, Ellie and Joel, who have no memory of the world pre-apocalypse. Joel is a “ruthless” survivor and Ellie is a 14 year-old girl who is wise beyond her years. All they do know is that they have to fight for their lives in this world that are swarming with zombies around every angle.
Just watch the previews and you’ll get a temporary sensation of suspense. It’s what I love and dying waiting for this movie.
Click on the picture to read the rest.
P.S. Thank you to one of my readers who addressed to be about the release date. I really appreciate it.
P.S. Thank you to one of my readers who addressed to be about the release date. I really appreciate it.
Monday, April 9, 2012
I was born with this unusual curse. I'm one of a few people who has this. I have a habit of nearly falling to to the ground at least once a day. Notice that I say at least once a day. That means it's happens more than once. If it doesn't happen on one day, I consider that a miracle. Sadly, a miracle like that happens at least once every few months.
One day, it decided to go to the extreme.
I was leaving one of the parks after being on the phone with one of my good friends. Once again, it lasted fifteen minutes. I don't like being on a phone for a long time. As soon as it reaches fifteen minutes, I just want to hang up without a care in the world. After hanging up the phone, I tripped on the nearby park bench. I almost fell to the ground, but regained my balanced as I continued walking away.
Three blocks later, I tripped again while walking in the middle of Jackson Square. I was looking for a friend of mine who is always taking pictures around there. The ground was wet and the front of my shoe aimed towards the ground. I managed to catch myself before my body could even aim down at the ground. Four people saw me, but I walked away with a smile.
Five blocks later, things went to the extreme. I was daydreaming about what I was going to do when I got back inside the house. I was walking past a cafe. I got so distracted, I had no idea there was a hole coming my way. All of a sudden, my foot fell in the hole and by the it came out, a piece of the sidewalk came apart. I quickly retrieved it and tried putting it back together.
I walked away after putting it back together and just tried to avoid leaving the house for the rest of the day.
Friday, March 23, 2012
I was working incredibly hard as a background actor on the set of the upcoming thriller Now You See Me. That's why I wasn't blogging for that entire week and re-posting only one story. I'm playing an audience member in an arena scene. The working hours were intense. The past five days were 15-18 hour shooting dates. I was surprised I didn't collapse at all. It was great that I had my friends on set with me. We kept each other together and survived those crazy hours.
Right after I finished working 18 hours on the first night and arriving home at 4 in the morning, my friends dropped me off at my house. I searched my belongings to find out that my house keys were missing. I searched my backpack multiple times in order to make sure it wasn't a joke. It only took me one minute to realize it wasn't. I truly left my keys on the movie set.
My friend told me that I should probably ring the door bell if the keys weren't in there. She didn't have to say it twice. I rang the doorbell and waited for my mother to answer the door.
As much as I didn't want to, I had to wake my mom up, so that she could open the door for me. It was either that or staying at my friend's house. Sadly, she had company staying over around that time. My only choice was to wake up my mother.
She opened the door and a temporary scar just appeared all over my body. It was 4 o'clock in the morning and I was staring at my 43 year old mother, completely nude from top to bottom in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes. The last thing you ever in your life want to see is your own mother naked.
As she walked away from the door I thought to myself "Get your 43 year old butt back in your room and put some clothes on. Is this how you normally answer doors?"
Ever since then, I was determined to find my house keys on the set, so that I would never have to see that again. Sadly for me, it took five days to find those keys.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
You have no idea how long I've been wanting to say this everyone. After 37 tries, I've finally defeated Dr. Nefarious on Rachet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal. That's right. I have went through a bunch of blood, sweat, tears, and secretly drinking Bud Light Lime beers despite the fact that I'm only 20 years old, to finally see these words being written right here on this blog.
I know the main reason why it took those many times is because I'm a game ender. I didn't level up Rachet that much. I was way too focused on reaching the end of the game. So even though his weaponry was sort of up to date to deal with this final boss, it didn't necessarily reach the requirements to easily defeat Dr. Nefarious.
But I'm now happy to say I've reached the ending. I don't have to bruise my hands or throw things at the TV screen due to frustration. I don't truly throw things at the TV when it comes to losing a game. You win some. You lose some. I know that. But after you've been defeated the 30th time, I think it's fair that you can free pass at throwing something at your TV.
It's finally over. Now I can relax. The saddest thing about this entire blog post is that I've actually been counting how many times I've lost to Dr. Nefarious.