Friday, April 20, 2012

I'm Still Mr. Supporter, But Not As Much Anymore


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

Addict Of Fiction: The Last Of Us Will Be A Wonderful Zombie-Horror Game


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.

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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

Klutziness To The Extreme


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.