Monday, June 30, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
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?
Your 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 like casual clothes more than stand out fashion. 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 boxers 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.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
One of the ways you know that you've been working anywhere for too long is when you've unconsciously studied your coworker's habits. You can tell when they're having a good day. You can tell when they're having a bad day. If you've figured that out, it might help you out during circumstances like this.
But I'm sure it's not as dramatic as how I handled it.
I arrived at work on a sunny day. You can feel in the room that something is going on. Everyone was so tense. Stress was all over their faces. The tension was so deep you can cut it with a knife. I originally let it go. I just wanted to go to my desk and remain the happy-go-lucky person that I am.
An hour later, I finished doing a couple of assignments and gave it to my collaborator for editing. Now, I've accepted my collaborator is a critical person with a critical eye on assignments, but for some reason, he was extra opinionated on the work. He went from my collaborator to Miranda Preisley in record breaking time.
"This looks ugly," he said one time. "I don't like this. Please change this. You know better than this. What the hell is wrong with you today?"
It was in that moment that I knew my collaborator was having a bad day, and I needed to get the hell out of my office fast before I blew up or something. Humans could only take so much. I saw an opportunity when him and another collaborator left to go on a smoke break. I packed my things fifteen minutes after they left and quickly walked over to the door.
Due to the fear of running into them, I literally ducked from one cubicle to the next. I looked like a bunny rabbit that no one saw hopping around in the office. I made it to the elevator and heard the door ring. I quickly ran into the men's restroom, hoping not to run into my co-worker again. I heard a door close and went straight to the elevator.
I got into the elevator and took a breath of fresh air as it was going down to the main floor. Five seconds later, I held my breath realizing that I can still bump into my collaborators downstairs. As soon as I arrived downstairs, I placed my cell phone in my ear and pretended I was on the phone until I was outside the building.
There were nowhere in site and I made it home in less than an hour. What a way to escape your collaborators! Lol!
Friday, June 20, 2014
Once again, I'm excited to know that episode 205 of "The Boys Who Brunch." I have to say that I am very excited on how the season has progressed. I am also impressed by each and every scene in the background.
Here is another reason why I admire this show. The background settings are so decorative and beautiful. It always reminds me of the way a Nancy Meyers movie is created. When a Nancy Meyers comes out that she was directed, written, and produced, you not only can't wait for the storyline, but also can't wait to see how well the set is decorated.
Even the exterior shots are drop dead gorgeous to me when I watch "The Boys Who Brunch." The cast and crew definitely choose the right locations to film. Everything is florescent in it's own way.
Last time, we saw the boys dealing with different situations going on with their lives. Now we see each of them accepting the challenge, and moving on with their lives the best way they can. With humor, style, and grace, another one episode is presented to you below. Have a nice watch!
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
I am not afraid to admit that I am claustrophobic. It's very minor, but it occurs every once in a while.
One day, while leaving work, I decided to do some extra grocery shopping by going to the Whole Foods to Columbus Circle. I've never been in that one, but I always found myself walking past it. I was always intrigued by what was going on down there. When the time came on Friday, I finally got on the escalator and walked inside of Whole Foods.
I grabbed a shopping bag and began browsing around the produce section. I love fruit. No matter where I go, the only think that will catch is a aisle full of fruit. I began searching around for some good apples, but I found myself having to walk left and right because people were coming back and forth. There was a time I thought there wasn't enough space for my feet to move.
It finally occurred to me that it was Friday, and everyone knows what that mean in New York City. Crowds.
Fifteen minutes in the grocery ended up triggering my claustrophobia. I felt trapped because it was hard for me to move. There were too many people talking around. I felt suffocated. I had to get out of that store.
Ever since then I have never entered Whole Foods on that Friday. Too many people!
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
I pray to God that my barber doesn't know I have a blog. If he does, then I am totally screwed the next month when I see him for a hair appointment.
I love my barber to death. I really do. But there came a month when I couldn't afford my next month's cut. The plan was to wait another month, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. My hair is thick and wild. Even the slightest irritation in my head will cause me to scratch myself surreptitiously. Getting a haircut once a month is a necessity.
At least, it might be extended to twice a month.
On this one month, I decided to save money by taking advantage of this voucher I get from this old company that I still collaborate with. One of the benefits of working with this company is getting free barbershop vouchers. Depending on your age, you are sent to a particular barbershop where they accept their vouchers. My collaborators are all in their early 30s. They have access to this exclusive barbershop that is in collaboration with their company. In exchange for $50,000 a month including tips and royalties for the company, the company's employees get free haircuts.
Because I was the youngest person in the room like always, my only option was the American Barber Institute. No judgement!
I walked in there with the voucher, still feeling guilty that I was going behind my barber's back. I gave them by voucher and found sitting in a chair, waiting for close to an hour. The reason for that is because the majority of the barber students didn't come to work on that Friday, leaving only a few to deal with dozens of clients. Then to make it more depressing, the customers with vouchers had to wait in line because the clients who actually paid for their haircut had to go first.
Long story short, I finally got my turn. It was with a Latin male who didn't know English. Need I say more about how my haircut turned out.
That is what I get for cheating on my barber. Never again!
Monday, June 16, 2014
I, for one, didn't ever think I would now be using monthly metrocards. Then my transition happened by total accident.
I woke up at 6:50a.m. to begin another day in college. Wanting to catch trains before the morning traffic arrived, I quickly got dressed, ate breakfast, and left by 7 in order to catch the 7:15 train. I don't know why many people spend a large amount of time to get ready. It only takes me ten minutes to get ready as long as I have my clothes prepared for the day before.
I got to the machine, ready to process my new metrocard for the new week. I was pressing one button after the next like I had the whole procedure memorize from start to finish. My internal thoughts were thinking that I wasn't going to make a mistake because I've been following the same steps since the day I started processing metrocards from the machine.
All of a sudden, my mind came back to reality and I saw the machine read "You will be charged $112. Ok."
My heart instantly fell. I accidentally pressed the monthly metrocard instead of the weekly. I had my card processed into the machine and everything. There was no going back. My only choice was to press Ok. So I did.
Out came a new monthly metrocard and so began my new collection of monthly metrocards. Isn't that something?
Monday, June 9, 2014
One day, I got a call to do a survey for a friend of mine. In exchange for doing the survey, I'd get $50. It took one hour and I walked out with my money. On the way out, I put the cash in my back pocket, mostly thinking about how I was going to get to the exit.
My friend's office was on the 12th floor. Once I got to the first floor, I happened to feel no cash in my back pocket anymore. I lost in money in the course of five minutes. I didn't want to be a drama queen and go upstairs to ask for the money. Instead, I walked outside and let it go.
So if you don't want to lose $50 in five minute, don't put the cash in your back pocket. I learned my lesson.
Friday, June 6, 2014
Previously on the blog post, I was telling you guys the story about how I accidentally created a hole in my scalp, and was immediately escorted to the hospital thanks to the overprotective nature of my parents.
Within 15 minutes of driving, we arrived at the hospital. I was immediately checked in and waited in the room for only 30 minutes. There were five elder people ahead of me, who have been waiting in the room for almost an hour. I skimmed past all of them due to the doctors worrying more about the child's health than the elder's help. The elders talked about having broken legs or having a bad back. I was a little kid with an open wound in my head that expand at any given time.
Who would you pick first?
They escorted me to an open hospital space. They didn't waste no time telling me the good news and bad news about the operation. The doctors had to sow my head shut using a needle and stitches in order to close the wound. I wasn't going to be put on anesthesia or laughing gas in order to not feel pain. I was going to feel 100% of the operation pain.
Recommended by the doctors in order to insure that I wasn't going to move around during the operation, my mother placed her body on top of mines. Instantly, the operation began.
I felt the needle come in and out repeatedly in my head. There were also moments when the doctor used her hands to close the wound in my head slightly while still going away with her sowing. I cried like a little girl during the whole operation. It was painful and conflicting. The one thing that surprised me about the whole operation was that I didn't move a muscle. I took that needle like a man in a child's and didn't move at all.
The operation ended in 25 minutes. My reward is a permanent scar on my head that people can visually see when I get a skim fade hairstyle.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
In the beginning of my college classes, I found myself religiously going to the library every single day. When you're starting class for the first time you don't get acquainted with your classmates at first. Everyone is a stranger to you.Until we got acquainted with each other, my regime was always about going to the library after leaving class.
I am fascinated with the library. I'm a writer for God's sake. No matter what part of the world I'm at, I would always wonder what the library looks like. Big city or small city.
One day, I was sitting at the library, using one of their cubicle spaces for work. It's a wide open area. You can disappear into your own space. While sitting back, waiting on the computer to load, a male individual began poking his head up. Then lowering it back into his cubicle. In the beginning, I thought it was an unexpected moment. Until eventually, it turned stalkish once he raised his head up for the fourth time.
Eventually, I caved in and asked him what the hell he was doing. He pointed to a cubicle behind me. I turned around and there was a camera filming our every moment. That was when he told me that I was on a Instagram variety show that he created. With this show, he films unexpected things he does to his classmates. We ended up laughing.
However, he didn't go ahead with the clips due to lighting problems. Ain't that a random moment!
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
When I was little kid sometime before six years old, I was sent to the hospital after accidentally opening my hole at the top of my head.
My parents had a habit of hiding sweets. You know the drill. Your parents notice that you are eating too much sweets. So they tried to keep it from your short self by hiding it in the top shelf of the cabinet. That's what their intent until my parents later on knew that I was getting better at climbing each passing day.
I was getting better at climbing. I was just fascinated at climbing things. I guess when you grow up a short person, you do your best to excel in a lot of things. That way, when you get to a particular age, you prove you can be as better as the tall people.
One night, I decided to get some cookies by climbing the sink, which was right below the kitchen cabinet that contained the sweets. I looked at it as a very simple task. I climb to the top of the cabinet. I find the sweets. I grab a few. Then I run for the hills before my mom takes a break talking to her sisters in the front.
I climbed the sink and reached the cabinet. Before I could reach in after it was opened, my foot slipped on the wet metal sink. I quickly caught my balance before I was seconds away from falling down. As I swiftly began to stand up, I completely forgot in the moment that the tip of the cabinet door was literally on top of me. So once my head rose up, the tip of the cabinet pierced my head, opening a large hole on the inside.
I landed on my back when I reached the floor. I didn't feel any pain, but every time I touched my head, I did feel the large gap in my head. I got up, ran up to the bathroom and there in the mirror was the physical showing of what happens when you tried to climb a kitchen cabinet.
My parents came into the room and immediately freaked out. They grabbed their stuff, put me in the car, and immediately took me to the hospital. They gave me my Flintstones imprinted wash cloth to cover my head. There was still no pain and not a lot of blood. The blood stayed in my head like the water in a well. It wasn't going anywhere.
I wasn't scared. My parents were the ones worried. I just wondering how interesting it was to walk around with a open wound in my head. It now reminds of an old Family Guy episode.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
We got to the bar and we sat down on this couch that was ten feet away from the fireplace. We were sitting next to a chair near the fireplace, but I wasn’t chancing it. Even though it was winter season, wearing winter clothes near a fireplace would make you sweat your clothes off. I wasn’t in the mood for sweat any time soon.
We ordered chicken fajitas and nachos with cranberry vodka. The difference is that it wasn’t cranberry vodka from the restaurant. The guys ordered three cups of cranberry juice while Daniel secretly mixed it up with vodka he got from a nearby liquor store. Now I’m new to stuff like this. I didn’t know it was against the law to bring drinks inside of a bar or restaurant without it being sold from their counter. So I was oblivious to the fact that Daniel was hiding it in his bag.
I didn’t have a problem with that. According to them, this happens at places like Art Bar all the time. Stuff like this slides. So we thought!
Nearly an hour after eating, drinking, and laughing, the waitress that was serving us came back to the table. She informed us that the people that were sitting near the fireplace, who left ten minutes ago, told on us that we were spiking our drinks. Due to that, she gave us the bill and asked us to leave the building immediately. I was in complete shock. For the first time in my life, I was told to leave a bar. Also, the first time I was ever ratted out over something simple as putting alcohol in my drink.
Isn’t this what people do all the time at quiet places like Art Bar? And don’t fellow peers who dines at places like this lets it slide all the time? Let me put myself in their shoes. If I was sitting with some friends, and I saw some people spiking their drinks, because I’m so used to seeing it when it comes to the small community of people who hangs out at places like this, I would let it slide and tell them to enjoy themselves.
That wasn’t the case. We were reported to the waiter by some people that left ten minutes ago, and were told to leave. We left, but we didn’t tip the waitress.
What a way to be introduced to a new spot for the first time!
Monday, June 2, 2014
I confess that I am an incredibly heavy coffee drinker. What used to be a tiny little habit I do in the morning has now turned into an obsession. I have turned into one of those college students that needs coffee every single morning.
I wake up at 6 am. Then I travel by train from my Bronx apartment to the TriBeCa area of Manhattan, where my classes are being held at. I do my best to be on time at 8:30 in the morning. I need something to give me the boost I need, especially when I'm not eating breakfast. That's how coffee came into the picture. That's not where my obsession with coffee originated. It just accepted a new role in my life now that I'm in college.
Plus, I've always wanted to fulfill this dream of mine when it came to coffee. I used to be jealous of random peoplewho would walk past me with a cup of coffee in their hands. When they're on the way to work, they would always have coffee in their hands.
When I see that, I'm thinking of the scene and dialogue from a random romantic comedy film:
"Oh my gosh! What a day! On the way to work. Good thing I have coffee. Makes me feel confident and important."
Not in a cocky way. In a comedic way.
One of the things I've learned from drinking coffee on a daily basis is the after effects of drinking two to four on a daily basis. Coffee breath. It comes out of nowhere at unexpected times after the first cup of coffee. You might be able to catch it yourself, but often times, people will have to tell you about your breath, which is embarrassing itself.
In order to make sure that something like this ever happens again, always have a stick of gum or mint with you. Have a small pack at all times. You never know when it is time to purify from a heavenly good cup of coffee. Too much of a good thing is never good. Even if it is coffee.
I always have a pack of gum on me. It has truly help during desperate times in class.