I love shaking my ass and rocking my hips, even though sometimes I feel like I’m busting moves that a girl would actually be doin. IDK if there is some sociological explanation for this, aha and maybe I don’t want to know. In reality, I just love to dance. It is always more fun when you dance with pretty people too! (pardon for the douche comment)

Anyways, here are some jams I got down to last night. . .with some very luck women.

And on the drop of a dime/ change my life and its only funny that it rhyme/ cuz you were like family, friends and cousins/ besties molesting cuz my heart is humping/ thumping to the beat of that ship hooked with a friend/ right in the front seats so we can look up at the screen till the credits end/ as real as it gets, faithful so don’t forget/ we are no longer lovers, as in ones that be fucking – playful though and it is the best/ stressed, perplexed, or plainly just amused/ i spit this freestyle to profess you are my amiable muse/ choose to be united and no longer undecided/ my heart and brain now on a friendship that got righted/ direction? no need, and that is the truth/ life is but a suggestion, living is the proof.

Yes, it is a serious issue. To impose on the freedoms of research is unequivocally un-American. Might as well just suck the stars off the blue corner of our nation’s banner, and paste a big ol’ eye there. You know, because big brother is obviously watching.

I don’t know enough about SOPA or any similar movement in Congress. I do know that I have heard or seen many types of people decry the movements by our government. This does bring me to somewhat wonder, is it all a sham?

Okay, not in the sense that we all fell for the biggest trick in the world, but how likely is it that this bill will get passed. Maybe congress members don’t have a Facebook or use Wikipedia, Mozilla, or keep up a blog on WordPress.

I guess, truthfully, it seems that this bill might just be another one of those random bills that someone tried to slip through. Interest groups or not, I’m surprised that whoever is pushing this bill did not anticipate such a backlash by the tech-savvy people of our country. I mean, liberals do like to use the internet when they are not hugging trees or feeding the poor. . .

Across the board, I applaud everyone for having such fervent beliefs. And then, I question why it takes such attacks on our civil liberties to suddenly make people so proactive. Some of those protesting SOPA might not actually believe in our government system, so for them this is just another example of the idiocracy over in D.C. For others, I wonder if they even understand the numerous amount of stupid bills that get voted on. Why try to fix a leaky faucet when the whole bathroom needs new plumbing, flooring, painting, and mopping?

Sure, some stupid bills do get passed and turned into laws without an eyeblink by the public. However, a lot of bills do end up serving as nothing but fodder for the clashing aisles. Staring at each other, taking turns giving speeches, all on the taxpayer’s dime.

With the fervent backing of so many tech companies and web services, it seems that this bill is going to surely fail. If it does? Well, then maybe it is time to go full-yuppie and break bread in Paris.

For the moment, I just would like to access Wiki and do some quick side research for my next lesson. I mean, what other site lets you translate things into Simple English?

Faux Pax Americana

I am witty and shy

I wonder how the universe started

I hear a tree falling in the woods

I see the clock ticking

I want to be a good leader

I am witty and shy

I pretend that I’m an NBA superstar

I feel warm clothes right out of the dryer

I touch the grainy sand between my toes

I worry that some people neglect their feelings

I cry because my brother is a lost talent

I am witty and shy

I understand that we all can learn from each other

I say that my restlessness is my nemesis

I dream to one day know what is more important: the question or the answer

I try to do the unusual

I hope to teach others

I am witty and shy

In no way am I referring to some Hindi sense of reincarnation. Rather, I propose that the great impacts I can make on others is sure worth the test that time will provide me. In a way, I feel that it is truly exciting to continue living and learn more about oneself, the world, other worlds, and how we all somehow manage to struggle with today when it is already tomorrow in Australia. Cliches and hard-to-forget puns aside, I think that there is something noble in living a life that is suggestive of being open to suggestions and/or influences of others.

Morose from the depressing contraband that my younger brother smuggles into my happy family mode, I ca only look to other theaters to find victory in my war with the world. Obviously, not a war against anyone in the sense that there is some imminent threat or need of violence, but rather that I preemptively strike at any opportunity to become better.

This can be as a result of hanging out with others who are intellectually stimulating, some new inspection into a piece of art or literature, or even this quasi-career of teaching (oh how it is so fun, engaging, challenging, and truly worth the troubles when you get to see a student get it).

Yes, I feel inspired for the moment. Maybe it is like wine, and with age I have gotten only more desirable to the lips of mother nature. Blessed with countless chances to strive for a difference, I sit here feeling utterly encompassed with the need to plan lessons for the nest month or two. . .

Patience, as in I need to relax. There are more pressing issues for me to figure at the moment. Maybe I have some sort of undiagnosed behavioral issue? Either way, the priorities that probably need to be assessed and taken care of revolve around my completion of certain essays, projects, and a certain birthday celebration.

Some say that house parties are for the lame, and others hint at the lack of impetus towards unsheathing their wallets and dueling with the notorious nightlife of bars and/or clubs. Trouble is, I’m find with both. Hell, I’d love to dedicate next weekend entirely to my celebration of sorts. 24 is a big number, you know. At least bigger than 23.

Is there some surprise brewing in the pot? I get no whiff, so maybe that should be my cue to be prepared for a gleeful exposure to unforeseen activities. Yet again, we are talking about my friends here. I love em to death, but the skill of planning and organization is certainly something of a bereft quality when it comes to my close bros. Homies till the death, but shit they can be difficult at times.

“Are we going out tonight, bro?”

I would love to be surprised, but fuck I can’t be too selfish. Hence, I need to figure out what steps to take. I can call from work next Sat, throw a party that night for all my bitches (jk) and ninjas. However, truthfully my social circle is somewhat of a wandering water hose in the front yard. Sometimes, it is so expanded that I forget some peeps, and other times it is tightly coiled and there is about a centimeter’s worth of space.

Do I even have a social circle now?

Regardless, the house party might be a decent option for the close peeps as we digress into simple drinking games. Now, to go out on the town. That represents a beast that I’m a little bit excited about facing. However, again I wonder how illustrious it can be if only a few of my compatriots partake in it. Some dudes are flakes, others have ladies holding em back, and then there are the few who (bless their soul) are just out for getting pussy for themselves at all times possible. Fuck, whatever happened to me having close girl-friends to help have a good time with?

In all truthfulness, I don’ know what type of partying I should prepare for. It kind of hurts that I can’t seem to make up my mind, because being indecisive is so 4 years ago. I just want to take shots with my boys, sip cocktails and flirt with some girls, and dance my ass off. This can be enacted in a multitude of situations. Maybe I should just stop worrying, because fuck why do I even stress about hyper-managing each aspect of life. In retrospect, some of the funnest times have occurred when least expected.

Just get me a sash and tiara to wear.

perfection arises from something others find numbing.

taking a nap at any time, anywhere,

waking to catch the next snack, is mama there?

I’ve foreseen this like starting a book after reading the ending first,

More things in life can matter to some, but I’ve been hardened by the bleeding tunes that eloped after the first verse.

A cool cat, something like a down dog,

Smooth to the skin, these visions provoke lightning through the fog.

Meow, meow, I’m as a matter of fact in this mother-

Humbled by my beginnings, I just want to shatter the world’ lack of color.

Bits and pieces unleash the rainbow, I’ve got shards of beauty shining off the day’s glow.

I wanted you to know that I’m ready to go, heartbeat to the tune of paranoia partially perforated by my own ambiguous conclusion-making. I live to the next day, and the hope for greatness keeps me steady. 2011 was interesting, as I learned how easy this thing called life can be. However, my happiness was just equally tarnished by the non sequitur method of others.

Rugged peaks are what it feels like at times, as I barely hang off the cliff trying to save every one I know. A super hero in the clouds, or a fool mistaking the roller coaster of emotions and interactions as my own dashing flight to the heavens. Fuck it, Icarus can be my alias if this the set path of caring. My, oh my, this just got more personal than I originally proposed with that third eye.

I see into your soul, ad maybe deeper than even you do. I wish we could sit and chat about it one time. My looks might be the focus of any resolution I’ve secretly made, but truthfully I only see you anytime I look in the mirror. These slabs of meat an be cut up by the butcher of physique, but I’m guessing by then you’ll become vegetarian. Again, I’m getting caught up in thinking about what you thinking I’m thinking you thinking.

Just Do It, or Van Winkle to the 2013. No, as much as I want to grow up and have a job, my own pad, and just be truly independent again, I need to be patient. I’m a patient to this doctor of life, and there is only one prescribed medicine that will work – live, struggle, succeed, and love.

On the up and up, I’m excited to get back in school mode and finally become a certified teacher. Read some good books on my nook. Continue to make and save money from my part-time job. Maybe party hard (bday coming), and then party harder. Workout and push myself further.

Most important to me, I just want to gain that intrinsic sense of purpose when I make connections with people. Going beyond the spark of getting to know someone, I want to reignite the explosive possibilities that arise when two people are learning more about themselves as they continually hang out with each other.

You know, transition. Growth. Motivation.

With the passing of all the bravado and pomp that was the 2010-11 Miami Heat, we now have that socially endowed rite of passage to Lebron James. Now, since he has tasted the sour twinge of defeat, been buckled by humility, and vilified by the masses, he can now win. I just feel bad for Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh.

No matter the massive level of hate spewed on the Heat, I resolutely stood for the values of all-around basketball in my support of their championship effort (and possibly due to my undying desire to see the Mavericks be stopped). This uncanny appreciation of good basketball has not changed, and I’m still an ardent supporter of the Heat. Not as a mesmerizing highlight reel, but as a vintage reminder of how the NBA can truly rock your fucking socks off.

Therefore, here are my predictions for the Eastern Conference playoffs:

1) Miami Heat

2) Chicago Bulls

3) New York Knicks

4) Atlanta Hawks

5) Milwaukee Bucks

6)Boston Celtics

7) Indiana Pacers

8) Philadelphia 76ers

The most shocking exclusion from my top 8 is def the Magicians of Orlando, but that is because I truthfully see them entering “rebuilding mode” with a trade that sends Dwight away from Orlando. It is the smart thing to do, at least in terms of the longevity of franchise.

I put Boston as the 6 seed, not because I think they are the 6th best team in the East (prob really the 3rd), but because they will want to avoid Miami in the first/second rounds of the playoffs. This plan will somewhat work, as Boston will defeat NYK in a thrilling bon voyage to Boston, as well as a mindful reminder to New Yorkers that defense still wins.

Boston will not enjoy seeing the Bulls in the next round, who will have easily gotten rid of the same Pacers team that caused them so much worry last year (*I see Indiana as the heavy favorite for the “young team that totally gets overhyped, and then horrbily lives up to such pub). D-Rose is a beast, but this series will be ugly. However, I still give Chi-town the slight edge since they are much, much, younger than Boston (Celtics fans have to be afraid that one of the “big 3″ will not make a healthy playoff run).

Much as Jordan’s Bulls struggled with the Bad Boy Pistons, the Heat present the big bully on the block to D-Rose’s rejuvenated Bulls squad. Miami will easily cruise through the first round, maybe lose a game due to laziness in the 2nd round (not that it matters, but I give Milwaukee the upset special of the playoffs in a 7 game series over ATL), but ultimately enter the conference finals as the favored squad.

While it isn’t too daring to go with everyone’s pick, I still cannot deny the truths I see on the court. Add in Norris Cole at the PG (yes I may be a victim of the moment, but ey this dude has been a baller since college. Check the stats: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norris_Cole_%28basketball%29), and this team is def the most athletic squad in the league. They still lack a true center, but last year Dallas go by without a true PG (just a lot of scorers), so I don’t see this as too big of an hindrance. Add in the likelihood that Miami avoids Tyson Chandler and the Knicks, and it seems quite less of a disturbance to not have a solid 7-foot banger.

Miami takes it, beating OKC in a series that prob will not be as close as we wish (I foresee Westbrook getting a lot of the blame again :/). LeBron get the praise he so greatly wants (and probably deserves), even if some haters will still say that this is and will always be Wade’s squad.