Chapter: Wtf's Castro

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Wtf's Castro

Go nuts, or he'll go and find you.

I suggest you go nuts. =]

Chapter: Gimme More

What do we gain from material wealth? When we're down, some new shoes make us feel better? Last time I checked, shoes don't give hugs. I don't understand or find the necessity to constantly fuel our self esteem with inanimate objects. Sure, it may boost your self esteem because you look good according to others, but whens the last time someones complimented you on being a great person. Call me cliche, but I have a point. We shouldn't depend on others to compliment us on our looks to feel confident. The confidence should spring from our souls, to then be projected on our external appearance to the world, if it matters that much. Maybe some shoes would put the cherry on top, but ice cream is still good without the mess of accessory ingredients, am I wrong? What's the point of having an abundance of material things, when in the end, they stay here, and we move on. Is it worth it?

BUT, to each his own.

..and yes, those are barbie's shoes.

Chapter: Vent

I'm honest!

Shrug my opinion off, and continue on your walk,

if you find a cliff, do me a favor, and

Jump off it!

EXCUSE ME, if I make you unsettled, but I'm me,

You're you,

I'm me,

You're you,

We're human,

Beings, plural,

TWO.

...(whatever.)

Calm, calm, calm,

KICK.

Was that your face?

Ooold poem, obviously was never posted. Don't mind the random tourette-ish attitude, I was apparently bothered.

Ciao.

Chapter: Uh-Oh

The world is ending. Not really news, right? We've all heard of the apocalypse and 2012 and all that jazz. No biggie. It's not like it'll really happen. Psh.

Who are we kidding?

It's definitely going to happen, or at least something big like the end of the world will happen. C'mon, if you haven't noticed all the freaky weather spasms and bipolar earth tantrums, then you have a problem. But, I don't judge, so it's ok. Basically, in a nutshell, so you can get caught up and stuff; the world is going to end. Soon. Call me Debbie Downer, Pessimist Patty blah blah blah, but I've been positive for far too long and this weather stuff just gets crazier as the days go by. Let's see, so Haiti breaks into puzzle pieces, Canadian forest fires make the residents of New England feel like they're in The Fog, 2 year old Filipino toddlers smoking 4o cigarettes a day, oh and let's not forget the HUGE sinkhole that formed in Guatemala. No biggie.

Some people think this is just a hoax. Some people live their lives in fear the sky is going to fall.

Nonetheless, when all else fails, hope is there. I mean, I hope none of the predictions of the world's inevitable doom will happen. I hope we'll all live to be old and wrinkly. I hope that if this really happens, the government is devising a plan to ship us all out to space and live like Zenon; Girl of the 21st Century.

No worries though, just live life, hope for the best, but always be prepared for the worst. You know, just in case. Hey, we made it through Michael Jackson's death, we can make it through this too.

Ciao.

"This is SPARTA!"

Chapter: Define Different

What's new nowadays? Is anything really different, that hasn't been tried before? I doubt it. That's what sucks, everything has been attempted so it's not really like a big deal when it comes out. Lady Gaga? No. Sure she's weird, so is Marylin Manson. Sure she sold her soul to the devil, so did Jay-Z. Sure she has an interesting sense of fashion, so do emo people. Ugh, she's so, yuck. Go to church Lady Gaga, you need Jesus.

But anyways, the problem is, people are too scared to try what's "different", because they're constantly told it's wrong. It's not wrong, it's a divergence. When they say "It's wrong" what they mean to say is, " I don't know what you're talking about, and frankly I'm just saying it's wrong because I have a huge fear of the unknown and I'm too afraid to try anything new, so I don't want you to because then I'll feel average and lonely, and I want you to be average with me because-" Alright, let me cut it off there. Get what I mean?

So when people ask, " Why?" Simply answer, " Why not?" And if they give you, or begin to give you a BS answer, easy. Just answer: "THIS IS SPARTA!" and push them into a hole.

Problem solved.

It may seem like I contradicted myself, with what I said about Lady Gaga, but she's a repeat. Just the female version of Marylin Manson, or atleast I think so. I'm not even sure what he/she/it is. Just scares me, but hey, I respect his/her/it's guts to be so weird.

Besides the whole selling your soul to the devil; that's just stupid.

But then again, "To be great, is to be misunderstood.."

There's a mind-boggler for you.

...

No harsh feelings to anyone or anything I mentioned in this blog. Just trying to make a point. Kudos to Frandy, for influencing me to write this entry.

Ciao.

Chapter: Burgers and Boredom

Life is boring. Not always, but right now that’s where my body/metaphorical car is parked at on this road called life. The little rest stop named BORING. Things you thought were new, are old. Things that seemed spontaneous are actually repeated patterns. Blah, blah, blah, bloop, even that’s old news. 1, 2, 3,..56, 57,..65, 66, 67, 68...OLD.
Sigh, I sound crazy, don’t I? We all have our moments. Oh well, it’s expected, why you ask? Because life is a never-ending repeated cycle of unprecedented routine. They say history repeats itself. Seems like they’re preaching the truth. La di da di da, and then we begin to think. Over think and analyze. Over analyze and become anal. I don’t even know what I’m talking about. If it makes sense to you, great. There was some purpose to this entry.
So, since I’m here, let’s talk. Or better said, let me type and pretend like this electronic device is a human and can actually listen. Well, the reader is human so, I take back what I just said.
Hmmmmmm...
What’s deep? Like when someone says “Woah, that’s deep.” In the inanimate perspective. Is it something profoundly philosophical, therefore bringing astonishing reactions from people because you stimulated their minds to think something beyond the surface of life? Is that why it’s called deep? If we apply it to the ocean or something. Deep, because you’re going beyond the shallow end, and diving into a presumable bottomless pit of thinking, and pulling out the why to everything. Being inquisitive and being able to find somehow relevant possible answers to your questions? Like, does society make the people or do the people make society? That’s a mind-boggler. The question itself is “deep”. Hm, perhaps. Deep thinking is good, so that your mind doesn’t station itself at a stupor and not seek any desire to go on further. You need to stir up the noodles in that noggin every once in a while, or else your soup won’t be so tasty. (For the non-deep thinkers out there in the world, soup symbolizes your opinion).
But anyways, I seemed to have digressed from my original topic in mind. What was it? Ah, boring life. Hm, maybe not boring, but--no, definitely boring. Let’s be creative people. Please. Pleaseee. We need innovation. Ugh, what the french, toast? Where am I even going with this. I don’t even know. See? Life’s boring-ness and redundancy is getting to me. It’s driving me nuts. Next thing you know, I’m boring. Oh look at that, I’m dull...
Woah that was a close one. Thinking about it though, perhaps it’s not life that’s boring, but the people. After all, life is what you make it. But then again, you are effected by your environment and the things that happen and the people around you. So like, if people are uber wack and tedious; life is uber wack and tedious. No, that’s wrong, sounds like I live for other people.
TAKE 2.

Thinking about it though, perhaps it’s not life that’s boring, but how we are living life is boring. Maybe we’re not seizing every opportunity thrown at us, or maybe we’re not looking in the right places. Maybe we need to change some aspects of our lives to then exit from this monotonous black hole of sucky-ness. Hm, life is what you make it? Right now, it’s a gross bland school lunch. I think I’m gonna go gourmet. Ciao.
(I’ve made a lot of food analogies, maybe I’m hungry. No, I’m hallucinating.)

Oh and P.S., not everything, everything, everything is boring. Some things are um, cool. Kidding. There’s the special one who keeps me sane, whatever my definition of that is. He’s the barbeque sauce to my burger. That’s right, you can’t have a burger without dipping it in BBQ sauce. Therefore, I can’t have life without him.

Chapter: Minds of Glory

So that's the problem with schools, in a nutshell. Couldn't have said it better myself. Production by Frandiego Veloz. (Round of applause)

Chapter: Staple Art

By a French artist named Baptiste Debombourg. His name says it. He is 'De Bomb'.

Chapter: Insolence

Ever meet those people who just like to argue? The ones that'll pick apart any topic to bits, to find something controversial, just for the heck of it? Talk about annoying. It's fun for debates and stuff, but let's take it down a notch, life isn't like The Great Debate.
See, I'm not one to become angry very easily. I contain myself and act civilized, you know, to get by and progress in this society. I also believe in a little thing called respect. You give some, you get some.
So say we're in a, uh I don't know, a meeting. Someone is speaking. Isn't it kind of like the right thing to listen to the person who is speaking and not talk? Out of common courtesy? But you know, that's just me. Side conversations? Rude. Getting upset and becoming insolent with the rest of the group because you were asked to stop several times? Childish. And then they listen to you, to hear you contradict yourself on something, to then argue about that, so they can gain some points, in theory. That's when I become a little bothered.
Being insolent in some situations is alright. Like if some creepy guy is trying to hit on you, consistently after you kindly ask for him to stop, the more power to you. If not, pull out your mase and call the cops. But if you're at fault for some disrespectful situation and you're trying to prove your point by being more disrespectful...give up while your at it.
But anyways, what I'm saying is; know when it is appropriate and when it is plain dumb to be insolent. Then, you'll get the respect you want.
In summary: Don't be mean, people won't like you.

Chapter: Creativity at it's Rawest

Why is it that so many artists are famous after they die? Or that their work is mostly posthumous? For example, Van Gogh (you know, the schizophrenic who cut off his ear and sent it to his girlfriend in an envelope, romantic right?) I don't really know the answer, but I feel like they're just not taken that seriously while they're around, breathing. But once they are dead, and they had somewhat established themselves as artists, the value of their pieces automatically bump up. It kind of sucks if you ask me, I'd like to be around to see people appreciate my art.
But anyways, what I'm trying to get at is we should recognize these artists from the get-go. From when we get that thought " Wow, this person is pretty talented." And Let's not restrict ourselves to the typical areas of art that are more popularly known, like painting, sculpture, clay etc. There are so many mediums to art that we don't know of. Think of EVERYTHING. Painting, ceramics, photography, film-making, illustration, contemporary, music (singing, beat-making, playing musical instruments), dance, theater, even coffee art, you know with the cream and they make those little funky images in the mug etc. You name it.

OK, so allow me to get specific. I happen to know a certain young girl named Elissa Salas that happens to be NASTY at photography, and quite precisely that's what she wants to study after high school. Do I think she can make it? No doubt about it. Do a lot of people know she is evolving into a potentially fantasmical photographer? I don't think so. Is it a shame? Yes. But she's young, so there's time.

Next. I also happen to know (very well, may I add) a very intriguing 18 year old by the name of Frandiego Veloz (aka Balistic Beats) (aka my soul-mate ;]). His area of talent? Music-making. He is DISGUSTING. So he's been making beats for about 6 years and he's gained recognition only locally. I'm not even going to ask myself if it's a shame because it blatantly is. And It's not a biased opinion or anything, he genuinely is extremely talented at making music, yet people take it for granted and don't see the artist that is standing right there, in front of them.
We can help these people meet people and create connections that will allow them to take milestones in there creative careers, just by talking to people we know and spreading the word. (That was really wordy, but you get the point.) These artists are already doing their part. Let's bring creativity back and show the world the hidden talent that stands before our eyes.