It's been a while...

I've been binging on episodes of 24, Top Ramen, and doing work promoting a day that I set up for my favorite musical act, Andrew WK on the myspace fan site that I run. It turned out amazing. And I had a great time at the dance club entitled Sutra in order to celebrate it. Normally, this isn't my type of scene. But I find it interesting to break conventions every now and then. It was certainly interesting. And after a few hours this morning of recoup, I'm back in the swing of things. I considered last night my grand finale of fun before the 2nd to last semester begins.
Here's a shirt that a great bud of mine and me created. I presented it to Andrew as he was guest DJ. He wore it the whole night as he was hard at work. Lots of the fans that visit the site really got into this day and it took a life of its own. I feel very encouraged and fulfilled to have seen the day explode like it did.
I'll be back TOMORROW with new material, thoughts, etc. Enjoy these pictures.

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And here's a tribute video I created on my new MAC (like Michael Scott) I'm a beginner but I plan to master this skill!! I plan on doing something funny/inspirational that will make you want to go seize the day and laugh out loud! Stay tuned for that.


Why am I not tired?!?! FAK!!! Oh well. Back to 24. Bio terrorism is not fun by the way. Remember that. Remember that.

Possible Title: "Motionless"

Hey everyone.
I've had a few days away from the writing process but my mind has been on it a lot. Thinking about different things I'd like to discuss and incorporate with this project.I have a list of topics/titles and I've spent some time trying to add a few and I believe that I have done just that.

Motionless was a title I used for a 15 page short story I wrote for my fiction writing class this past semester. Most of the feedback was positive with a few suggestions of tweaking. Essentially, it was about a man in his late twenties who is in a major funk. He realizes he's living a tedious life with absolutely no excitement. He became complacent over the years and ended up in a redundant mess. He constantly argues with his girlfriend he lives with. He has a job that does not fulfill nor expand his mind. He's not challenged there. He does things with his friends during his off time that he doesn't even truly enjoy. Yet, he does nothing about it. He just replays it and replays it. He begins to live on auto pilot, until one moment, he meets an old crush from childhood. It was nothing meaningful in terms of their connection. They just talk for about 3 minutes and their friends tease him and she says goodbye. It was this moment of humility where he FINALLY becomes impulsive. He decides to leave the dance club he was in, get in his car, and without packing anything, without telling anyone, go to an isolated town somewhere in the north east, and stay there for a while. Meet new people. Find solice and start a new life. Most of this climax is internal so physically, nothing is really happening. But these thoughts excite him like he hasn't been excited in a very long time. He gets some money at the bank. As he's driving to his destination, more thoughts enter his head. He listens to a voice mail of his girlfriend, breaks down and cries, and turns around to go back to his mundane life. Now, it's never really clear what it is that alters his once spontaneous decision, and that's what I loved about this story the most. It could have been the guilt he felt when hearing his lover's voice. But it could have been that he was afraid of leaving everything because he wouldn't succeed. Perhaps he made excuses for him to stay. OR he realized that he may have taken everything he had for granted. We don't know how it plays out. Maybe this character found happiness and acceptance when he turned around. He could also have lived and died a life that never lit up any sparks. Lots of people do unfortunately. It's another great tragedy. And we don't know (along with the protagonist) how that decision to leave would've played out...It could have been the best or worst thing he's ever done. When writing stories, we're expected to write a resolution at the end of the piece, but in life, there often ISN'T a resolution. Or the resolution changes many times. Or continues. It's never just cut and dry. I love the story format. I think it works. But in this one, I wanted it to imitate life as much as possible. And in life, only death is the true resolution. And this man's journey isn't concluded. I hope he would find happiness, whether that means with his current situation or a new one. Deep down inside, it indeed is about a man that should've taken that drive all the way north. He needed a drastic move like that to change his life, because he won't make those changes individually in his current setting. At least that was my perception of the character. The beauty is that I wanted EVERYONE to make their own conclusion on this character. But he just stands still. He's motionless...
Now all that I just said, I want to form in song/poetic form. How do I take 15 pages of info and form it into that will be a tall order.

My break has been very relaxing and I'm enjoying myself. I need baseball in my life. And I'm beginning to feel those January blues. This month and especially February are my least favorite months. But time flies. I want to talk about self confidence in my next blog and having the guts to not worry about what people say. Because, I'd say in about four days, there have been 3 lines people have told me, that have gotten under my skin and upset me. Now I'm not fragile. But it was all guided towards a specific topic that has always been sensitive subject to myself. So I'll discuss that in the coming posts. Oh, also... a very awesome person commented on a previous post, saying that rainy days creates nostalgic feelings and I want to touch on that. I'm almost done with the different titles and ideas. I'm going to take all these ideas and form songs for each individual...one. I need 13 but I'll keep writing here regardless. I'm very pleased with how it's all unfolding so I'm not going to stop.

Even my crazy/active brain is slowing down. So until then, goodnight all. If anyone has read all of this, from top to bottom, here's a message for you:
I LOVE YOU!!!

Possible Title: Revolving Doors

I don't know about you, but I find it interesting how close we start to become to people, not just girlfriends, boyfriends, or lovers, but friends, family, etc. It's amazing how close we are to these certain people at particular times in our lives. Then a turning point comes. Sometimes it's for a reason. Sometimes there is no reason and is very anti-climactic. The phrase 'ghost from the past' comes to mind. I could think of a time when I was so close to certain people and I'd consider them great friends. I had this perception in regards to time and how I thought I'd know this person fairly well forever. But a couple of years later, I rarely talk to them. It's really sad. It's not all this person's fault. Things change, people move. It's not all my fault. Priorities change. Just because it's nobody's fault doesn't mean it's not a tad bit underwhelming. I don't know these people anymore. It's unreal because I once did. Very well too. But people move, and sometimes you feel left behind. And I think we start thinking about this when we run into someone unexpectedly and start having small talk. I reflect on this notion often. It's often been what drives me to write in the first place. Time. And people that were left behind at certain 'phases' of our lives. Will the people I care about so very much still be around in about 5 years? How about 10? And if not, will there be new people to 'replace' those roles? Will these people better or worse? Do I even want these people to exit my life?
It's all very sad, but it happens. The detachment of friends/lovers that have greatly influenced your life so much. Maybe they even left a mark. Everyone wants to be remembered in a positive light. Will you have made a mark in their lives where they'll think about you when they hear a song, or watch a movie? Lots of depressing questions. Some people are able to move on faster than others. I admit, I was very poor at this act, but have improved greatly in recent years. I've begun to understand this aspect of life. It's basic, but sometimes difficult to grasp. It's still sad that I even HAVE TO discipline myself to understand these notions. I wish we could always hold on to an aspect of closeness with people. It's almost impossible to do with relationships. And understandibly so. But what does that say to us? Can we NOT handle staying friends with people we once slept with, or kissed, or shared intimate secrets with? A different way to word it, is the human brain incapable of staying in touch with people who remind them of a certain time they are trying to break free from? Probably not.
That's why there are so many awkward moments in bumping into these ghost from the past.
So the REVOLVING DOORS sort of symbolize the rapid transition of people coming and going. That's what I'd like this song to represent. Let these DOORS be a metaphor to the arrival and absenses of close friends/lovers at such a steady pace, that it's hard for the brain to distinguish the differences.
And finally, If I'm close to you now, will I be in even a few weeks? It's not a happy thing to ponder, but necessary.

Whew...That's felt like the deepest one yet. Hope you enjoyed it. My brain is fried now.
In other news, David Bheckham is very rich. He will make 1 million dollars a week for playing a sport that is extremely unpopular in the States. I'll be lucky if I make 100 dollars a week.
See you guys soon.

Possible Title: "The Stars That Won't Align"

Two people that click and have deep seeded feelings for each other but can't get their destinies to align together. So nothing happens. And love is wasted. That is what this one is about. It happens a lot more than you think. In fact, I feel there are more couples that care about each other that don't blossom than do. It's probably the most tragic thing in terms of love, relationships, and loss...Because it's just plain regret. And you end up asking questions such as: Where would I have been? What would we have been like? Would we still be together? These questions could possibly eat you up inside. And do. If you're cheated on, it stabs you. If you're broken up with, it stabs you. If you break up with someone, it's putrid. But never knowing...Well, it leaves a feeling of numbness and indifference because there's nothing inside the memory bank. But never knowing for sure whether or not there could have been, it's a classic human tragedy. I think that when this happens, you become complacent. And you stop taking chances. You stop taking risks. Because you let that first one get away. Then you start to form excuses why you should let more opportunities pass you. And you do. And then life passes you by. You finally realizes you want to start taking chances again, especially, on people, but you realize it's too late. I feel depressed just at the thought alone. It's worse than getting your heart smashed, worse than any rejection. There are instances where two people share this regret. Maybe they met at the right place, but the wrong time. Maybe they said things which altered their entire destiny together. A few words or one scenario can turn love into just friends or nothing at all. Or not saying something at the right time for that matter. Sometimes a guy waits to long to tell that girl how he feels. Maybe she was with someone at the time. There are dozens of obstacles for love to come about. It's so hard these days. I'm not saying it's good or bad, better or worse than before, it's just harder. Label it what you will. But I have different inspirations in this one, from personal experience to friends to strangers. It's a universal story. Stars that won't align.

In other news, Bush is still an idiot.

I'll be back tomorrow with more stuff.

Possible title: "The Love Asylum"

You've heard the bright side of love relationships (SEE BELOW) now enter THE LOVE ASYLUM. This isn't sought out to de value love or closeness. I've been through a lot of hardship in this field, as has everyone at my age. I like to call this stage The Jaded Phase because this is usually about the point where someone has been hurt with their first love' ages (18-22). So people get so frustrated and bitter with that first taste of rejection, they begin to resent the word love and all the stress it comes with. Now, normally as they get older, they learn that it's a part of life and though it still hurts them a lot, they are willing to give new people they meet the benefit of the doubt and not judge them by their past lovers or partners. SOme don't and stay cynical. I'm not here to say one way is the right way. It's good to protect your heart from being broken. I applaud everyone who does so. It's wise. But it could possibly serve as a road block that prevents from opening up feelings of goodness. And I don't care how jaded you are, nobody wants to do that. Some people need more alone time than others, but that doesn't mean they want to spend their entire lives in complete solidarity. I'll refer to the famous Twilight Zone episode where a man spends his whole life in an isolated town. He ends up going insane even though he thought it's what he wanted. The whole thing was a test to see how the human mind would respond to lonliness. We all need someone. It's so sad when in an old married couple, when one passes away, the other one typically shortly follows. So love can be wonderful and necessary.

Now having said all this, the song is not about all that goodness. So jaded fans, you'll enjoy this one. It's about madness. I want to display all the emotions during a large argument. How can one person possibly try you so nuts? Is it because there are horribly awful people? Doubtful. Is it because you are genuinely bad? No. After all, your friends don't drive you that mad. It's always upto YOU how angry you get. Sure, everyone gets provoked. But you get so MAD and insane because you give someone the power to make you that way. Why?! That's what the Love Asylum will be about. So get ready to get checked in. Once you do, you ain't leaving. It becomes an addiction that, in this case, will certainly drive you. There will be a lot of door slamming, a lot of red turning. Voices will be shot because of screaming. Hairs will stand. Skin will crawl. Ears will hurt. And when it all subsides, we take a few moments to do it all over again. This is what this one is about.

PS What's this foul odor in the city about? Maybe it was because of that guy that farted in the urinal...Or my bud, Matt. Who knows what happened?

Possible Title: "Monday Morning"

I don't know about you but there are very few things I loathe more than waking up bright and early after the weekend. Now I know this sounds petty compared to the other problems out there. But come on, people. Let's be honest. At some point or another, we've all had that feeling of depression, anger, fatigue, sadness, whatever. Remember that feeling right now. The beginning of what seems to be an endless week of tedius procedure. Picture this dispair. Now, I want you to think of a euphoric experience so strong, a feeling so deep, an emotion so tied and riding high, that it can make you actually smile on a Monday morning upon awakening, even at the crack of dawn. If you picture this scenario then you pciture this idea for the song.

It's about a love so deep, a person so special, that if you got to see this person on this once dreaded time, it would create higher emotions than other other average previous interest could on a Friday night. If you ever find this type of person and they have this type of power to do this, it's likely that ultimately this person will be bad for you. But you don't care at the moment. Nor should you. Because it is what, at the present time, makes you feel good. I would love this to have an 80's feel to it. Something Cure-esque. But I'm no expert. Mid-tempo, with a positive feel to it. I know the Cure can tear your heart into a million pieces and smash it after. But that's neither here nor there.
Monday Morning will be about the ressurection of a man. Stay tuned for preview and piece in it's concluded state.

Miracle On Bedford Ave: Jaime passes Bio; finished with Science/Math requirements; In addition, two A's and two B's

It's finally complete! I am done with science and math for the rest of my natural life! (Well, you need math for life, but nothing as elaborate as the junk they teach in these classes). And I couldn't be happier. I received the e-mail a few days ago and I couldn't be more thrilled. Yes, small feat to some, but these classes have been a thorn at my side since grade school and this semester was no exception. Due to it being a heavy internet dependant class and a difficult mid term, all hope seemed to be lost. But I am proud to say I am done with it for good. I am one core class away (music) from completing BC's unbelievably long core curriculum (the longest I've heard of to date). Anyone that goes to Brooklyn, what's the deal with this f'ing class always being filled. I'm a lower senior and I STILL can't get a seat resevered for this damn thing. Something stupid ALWAYS happens where I can't sign up online and I want to smash the computer when it says I haven't filled pre-requisites. IT'S CORE MUSIC FOR GOD SAKES! THERE ARE NO REQUIREMENTS! WHAT DO I NEED TO DO TO GET INTO THIS CLASS?! PLAY THE SAX?! Anyway, I'll do it next semester, my final one if all goes well. It's down to single digits people. It took me long enough, but I'm still very proud and ready to get this thing done, this year in 07!
In addition, two A's! One in Fiction Writing, and one in Caribbean Culture/History and two B's: Law Policy, and Film.
Power!! In one of my finer semesters, I REALLY want to do this, finally! There's no turning back now. It ends this year...
Radio Production is the next major mountain.

Thank you for everyone that helped me procrastinate during the semester, read my stories and gave me feedback.

Prospective Title: "Sick To My Stomach"

This is a fitting title because I always have an awful stomach, especially during dire circumstances. And it's how I feel right now. I don't know why I haven't thought of it before. I was given some inspiration though.

I'm going to start working on it in the coming days. Stay tuned for more preview...