Sister to Sister


To my sister:

First, how did it happen? How did you go from putting your bangs in a colita, to using hair straighteners, and MAC Cosmetics? How is it possible to hold on to time so that you can stay this way forever? If I could, I’d stop it. Right now. There are so many things left unsaid each and every day. So here’s my way of summarizing it, before you grow up even more. Continue reading

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

It was nice outside and I decided to take Christopher Milo out, so I did just that. I was sitting just outside of my door, and Milo goes straight in for the grass. My lawn is green. Woah, wait a sec, not thaaaat green, but it issss greener than average. All you could see is a white thing moving in the middle of my front yard. It was hilarious.

Three kids came running towards Milo, and as happy as can be, Milo got up and flapped his tail everywhere. The kids were amazed. If you haven’t seen what Ch. Milo looks like, he’s an off-white curly ball with flappy ears, kind of dog. He’s a mix of poodle and some other breed. He’s the type of dog that everyone wants to pet, but not too much because it may be a bit of a turn off if your fingers get tangled in his curls. Ha.

Anyway, these kids were petting Milo as if they’ve never seen a dog before. I dunno why, guys, but it was something about that afternoon that made my whole week better.

The youngest of little girls came to sit on the front steps with me and asked me so many questions. From what is my name, to how old am I, and I even got asked if I had a ‘Prince.’ (lol) It was so cute. She said I was the prettiest Princess on the block. (I’ll take that any day!)

She started to talk a lot, and I tried not to sound like the creepy neighbor, so I let her do all the talking. After she got quiet, I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. Assuming that she loved Milo, I asked if she wanted to be a veterinarian. She looked at me with some confused look, as if she was noticing how much of a loser I was. She flipped her hair and said, “Well, I don’t know what exactly that is, but I really want to be a Princess.”

My heart seriously melted. She went on.

“Mommy says I have to work really hard to get what I want and to reach my goals. So I’m trying really hard to be a Princess when I get older.”

Mind you guys, she told me she was 4. FOUR.

She kept on going on and on and on about what she needed to do to achieve her goals to become a princess, but I couldn’t concentrate anymore. I just kind of shut her out.

Growing up, I always knew what I wanted. I always knew exactly where I wanted to be at and with who. My whole life, I had everything written down to the last letter of the alphabet. I never had the chance to imagine being a Princess. I really never gave myself that chance.

Have I not lived my life to the fullest? Have I been too serious with life? Have I been playing a little too serious and by the exact rules a little too much?

Coming to America, changed everything for my family and I, guys. I don’t ever remember wanting to be something like a Princess. I was raised to be someone like a lawyer, a doctor, architects, and teachers. Ever since I can remember, I knew I wanted a good life. I guess being someone like those people meant having a good life.

“What do you want to be?” I snapped out of my depressing thought and I looked at her and smiled. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to happy and full of life. I wanted to be innocent again. I wanted to be 4 again.

“A surgeon,” I said. And secretly I hated myself for not giving her such a beautiful answer like she gave me.

“Woaaaahh! A Princess Surgeon! Oh yeah, girl. They’re gonna need some of you in the castle hospital.”

I laughed. I laughed because she was so cute. I laughed because I felt lame. I laughed because she was perfect. I laughed because I was sad.

I want to do so much in my life. I want to achieve so much, but I don’t want to take everything too serious anymore. I’ve been taught to be serious, focused and determined. Maybe I can still be that without being so stiff.

So WWDD, you ask? —> Live, guys. Live. Simply live. If you’re like me, ‘too focused’, relax. 

I’ll see you soon!


Another Detox…


Hey ya’ll, its D here!

I’m so pumped to tell you that I have begun another Detox! I’m sad to say that with so much going on in my life right now, I have not had time for me. I know it sounds strange, but I have been trying to stay on top of everything here at home, school, and these ‘jobs’. I’ve been keeping myself so busy, that I have lost interest in myself.

it sounds odd, I know. But I have to remind myself that, I too, matter. (:

We’re all like that! We get so caught up in life that we forget or we just end up putting ourselves to the side. I don’t want that to happen any longer, and I don’t want you guys to feel like that either.

So lately, I have been feeling kind of different. A scary different. I’m guessing its because I’m so tired of this, that and the third. But no mo’! These last couple of days I have been focusing on myself and nothing but me. I have been taking some mental notes and I have a lot to work on. I’m motivated and I find myself inspired by many things everyday.

You’re probably rolling your eyes. I know, I talk a lot! Lemme get started… Continue reading

I’m so inconsistent, its not even funny.

Hey you!

I’ve been working on a few projects lately and with so many things up my sleeve, I have decided to release the inner beast.

Beginning this week, with no funny business, I will be posting weekly. I have decided to make it official- my vlog will be coming sooner than ya’ll think.

Aside from that, guess what? in 9 days, it will be a WHOLE year being vegetarian. Can you believe it? I seriously cannot. My family and friends are probably so tired of me ruining dinner plans and such because I have a different “lifestyle.” lol. I know that in my Vegetarian post, I had told you guys that I really only challenged myself for 2 months… haha, its almost 12 and I’m still going at it. I can’t really explain how I feel about that.

…I miss Momma D’s chicken fajitas…

I’m about to work on a philosophy paper here in about 10 minutes, but I just wanted to post and tell you guys, I’M FOREAL! (:

Tonight or tomorrow morning when I know I have a spotless paper, I will share it with ya’ll. Its mainly just an interview.

I’ll keep you posted!

Keep reading,  I have so much more to do here.



Intro to the 7 Day Juice Fast

Fresh Vegetables, Fruits and other foodstuffs.

You can only drink juices for the next 7 days. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner have to be juices. How wicked is that? My family thinks I’m crazy, but then again, they always think that. Anyway, I’ll be blogging about my progress and experience and whatnot. This shall be interesting.

I’m not doing it alone, though. Its always great to have someone do the challenge with you. My great friend Nataly and I are doing it together, and boy, its gonna be a hell of a challenge. If only you guys could see how we owned Wal-Mart last night while grocery shopping. Our carts everywhere and filled with so many fruits and veggies. I know people thought we were crazy.

For many of the people that I told about this, found it to be very unhealthy. However, N and I did our research. There’s a juice fast out there that makes you lose 7 lbs in 7 days. Although that does sound unhealthy, its not. One has to be very disciplined -health wise- to be able to do this. You cannot take advantage of the fast because it can and may lead up to health conflicts. One has to keep themselves very hydrated, and cannot skip on water just because they’re drinking the whole day. Water is still very important, which the juices do not contain. So if you happen to do this, please still drink water.

One also has to work out. Maybe not intensely, but still maintain themselves very active. I’ll post my daily routine right after this, for today was Day 1 for me on the Juice Fast.

I’ll keep you guys posted. I’ll attach photos for you to savor. Meanwhile, I have make myself over to my kitchen to make my next meal. Or should I say to ‘juice’ my next meal.

Clean eating is great eating.


(I do not own the pic above)

Bobby B.

We got out of the car

Heard an angry voice not too far.

He was screaming terrible things,

As if he had no heart for feelings.

I looked at my brother

and started to walk farther.

“Go check on him,” I begged.

“Come with me,” he said.

We charged across the parking lot,

And I did what I was taught.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He looked at us as cars passed,

“He was mad and took it out on me.

I was trying to make him smile, you see?”

He held up his sign and we laughed.

Oh, it was such a craft.

It read “Pregnant homeless guy Still happy Need job”

It made us all smile and my heart throbbed.

He shook our hands like an educated man.

I instantly became his fan.

He said, “You guys are so cool.”

Except I felt no more than like a fool.

I should have done more,

I was the one who was feeling poor.

He was so happy.

For a homeless guy, he wasn’t crappy.

He just got a job at Gates.

He said he’d hook us up with some plates.

He felt like he owed us something,

But It was me who owed him everything.

i felt thankful and blessed.

Calm and no longer stressed.

Last night was a great night.

I met Bobby B. under a stop light.

I’m smarter than my GPA…

Ugh. I’m so frustrated. I’m so fucking done with this semester. I feel like a total nut job. A total loser and dumb as hell. I promise I’m smart. I swear I am. I only regret not letting it show on my transcript.

I wish Universities didn’t have to judge us based on a piece of paper with a rounded number that is supposedly defining our intelligence level. I wish they could just sit me down and we could just talk about all sorts of things. I promise I’m smart enough. I promise I am good enough for your school.

Sit down and talk to me about war, politics, psychology, sociology, fashion industry, medical terminology; anything, dammit. Just hear me out. Listen to me and I promise you I am smart. I know that GPA is important and transcripts are everything, but what about those who cheat their way up? Their transcripts are worshiped. They get accepted into the most prestigious universities and still cheat themselves up. Why?

I’m not the smartest, but I am smart enough. I’m a quick learner, and I study hard when I really need to. No, I’m not as focused as I should be. Because fuck imaginary numbers.

But man, I know a lot of things that my transcript fails to show. I only wish people knew that. I only wish scouts and university recruiters knew that.

I wish more people could get a better chance at this world. But transcripts screw us all over. People drop out because of what they see on their transcripts. Lack of motivation is what its called. I just wish Schools and jobs could look at others beyond what’s on the transcripts, beyond an ACT/SAT score.