How NOT To Approach A Woman Way #1

Hello, readers! So, I just wanted to write a quick little mini post for some laughs. I was day dreaming earlier today (a common activity for me) and I realized there is an issue that plagues women. Bad pick up techniques! I'm not a dating expert nor am I a love therapist, but I am a female and so, I have been victim to bad pick ups. A pick up is the first impression a woman has of a man. It is a major deciding factor into whether the relationship will have a chance to actually become a relationship. Now, I am only discussing this topic in general terms. Everyone is an individual and so, different things work for them. Please, take this into consideration when reading the post. With all that said let's move on to how not to approach a woman way #1.

A Post for the Holidays

Hello, readers! Well, it's not Thanksgiving yet, but I'll just say it anyway. Happy Thanksgiving! What am I thankful for? Well, many things, actually, but I am definitely thankful for you all: the readers and followers of this blog.
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Thanks for listening to my rants, opinions and funny stories. I hope they made you laugh until your sides split and I hope they made you think until your brain hurt (okay, maybe not that much).

During this time of year, we all have a chance to reflect on what we care about in our lives. At many Thanksgiving tables,before eating, family members take turns saying what they are thankful for. Usually, you'll hear things like, "I am thankful for my family, my friends, my job, this food, my home...." etc. However, when you are thankful for something it means you place value on that person, item or action. Though the holidays may not call for it, we place value on more than just friends, family, etc.

My Dreams Go Beyond

My dreams go beyond a bikini ready body,
They stretch past the stars and past the planets,
Oh, my dreams are so big,
Because I dream so high.



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There are so many things, so many people who stand in my way,
But since I was little with chubby arms, I've been reaching up,
Up,
Up,
So, I can't stop now.

I see the world and I see myself as part of it,
I see injustice and I want to stop it,
I see pain and I want to heal it,
I see life and I want to live it.

Everyday,
To the fullest.

So, yes, my dreams go beyond a bikini ready body,
Far beyond.

Side Note: We worry about trivial things such as if we're going to be ready for the summer bikini season. If we'll be able to buy the new pair of name brand this and that. We worry about these sort of things when instead we should be concerned with whether we are making a difference in the world, in someone's life, whether we are really doing something significant,whether we are meeting our full potential...

When the Road Ends

Hello, Readers! I hope all is well in your lives. Right now things in mine are...fine. I guess that's the only way I can describe. I mean I'm still alive, I have a home, I have food, I have a job and a special someone so, I'm pretty alright. It's just that I'm still desperate. Okay, honesty time...

The Fat People Hater

Hello, readers! I'm sorry, what? Oh, yes, that is a picture of me with a super cute polar bear. Two summers ago I was in China at the Coca-Cola factory when this picture was taken.After seeing this picture (and the many more that were taken during the trip) I was not a happy camper. Explanation below. :)

 It was the summer after my freshman year and I had definitely gained the infamous freshmen fifteen. Not to mention that I had carried some extra weight from high school to college. When this picture was taken I was close to (can't believe I'm posting this on the blog) 200 pounds. How did I get there? There are many reasons, which I won't go into, but I can say this: In order to "improve" yourself, you have to first like yourself. You have to first accept yourself as you are. I wish I had known this my freshman year.It would have saved me a lot off feeling shitty time.

Two Sides to Every Story

Hello, all my readers! Can you believe the winter holidays are almost upon us? First, Turkey Day, then, Christmas and finally, New Years! Bust out the celebrations. I am, definitely, ready to eat, party and just have fun. However, that is not the topic of my blog post today. My last two posts, Standing in No Man's Land, discussed the discrimination mixed children faced (while touching somewhat on the problems of being single race). This time I want to tell the other side of the story. Yes, mixed children can be discriminated against and suffer through identity issues, but (as shown in my story) sometimes that discrimination can stem from jealousy, insecurity and most important another form of discrimination (the mother's preference between Amon and his brother).

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And Then...

“But I don’t want to be mixed like the mac and cheese and bacon bits,” I shouted. “I want to be black like you and Abdel.”

She clasped my face in her hands and shook her head. “No, you don’t. Look, you’re special, baby. You got the best of both races. That puts you a leg up over everyone else.”

Abdel’s plate crashed to the floor. He stormed from the kitchen into our bedroom and slammed the door behind him. Mom watched him leave. She whispered, “Boy, can’t accept the truth.”

“What’s the truth?” I asked.

“Shh,” she placed a finger over my mouth. “No more talk about race, okay? You’re my little boy and that’s all that matters. You don’t know how special you are. Now go watch a little tv.”

I knew our conversation was over with. Anytime my mother wanted to distract me, she would tell me to go watch tv I sat on the couch and pretended to watch Spongebob, but all my eyes could focus on was the door Abdel has disappeared behind.

“That puts you a leg up over everyone else.”

So, did that mean I was better than my brother? Just because he wasn't mixed. But he was better at so many things than me. He was the best basketball player in the neighborhood and could shoot mid court. He was good at math, video games and everyone at school loved him. He was everything I wasn't  so, how could I be better than him?

It didn’t make sense and I fell asleep frustrated. This wasn't how the world was supposed to work. I thought everyone was equal.

Standing in No Man's Land

Hello, readers! So, if you didn't know this, I'll inform you. One of my aspirations is to become an author. I love fiction, but always draw inspiration from my personal real life experiences. The story below I wrote my sophomore year in college for a Fiction Writing Class. My professor really pushed me because he thought the story was good( I hope you all think so as well).

Now I'll give some brief background history. These experiences set the foundation for the story's inspiration. First, the majority of my close cousins are mixed (half black-half white). Because of this, I have gotten a glimpse of both sides of the African American community. The two sides I'm discussing are the lighter African American and the darker African Americans. There is this tension between the two groups and my story will focus on an example of this tension. As I wrote this story, I thought of my baby cousin whose image is placed above. It's a fact that he may have to go through similar issues as my character when he enter's school. All I can say is that I hope it makes him stronger in the end.