“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.”

Looking for Alaska, John Green


Psychology Response.

In every community in society, there are hidden and visible prejudices, de facto segregation, conflicting attitudes, roles, labels and perceptions that generally create tension thus making everyone against each other. There is a common sense of aggression and indifference to strangers everywhere. We have quickly become desensitized and "cold" to those who are unfamiliar.

However much individuality seems to be expressed is only as admission of conformity because we all want to fit in and belong to a group. Being seen as "unique" is often interpreted as odd or strange. Identity is no longer what it used to be. Today, we just want to belong to the popular culture and unknowingly sacrifice individuality. In fact, what becomes of us is deindividuation. We let the contemporary cultures influence our behaviors and appearance. Less attention is given to our futures because society influences us to become "weekend warriors" and avid party goers.

Laid-back attitudes are ubiquitous and are potential plagues for the younger generations. The acceptance of mediocrity has become the popular standard; that which takes more dedication and harder work seems more and more absurd or extraordinary. It is upon our ability to be social that determines how we feel about ourselves. If it seems our contemporaries can only have a good time under an influence then we will undoubtedly join them.


The Greatest!

Where are my Smiths fans at?


Can't Stop The Truth!

"I hate when older females think they're "grown" and know sooo much...You're the same as these little 18, 19 year olds...Just older. You do the same shit, and fall for the same niggas...You're all stupid..lol jk, but age really doesn't mean anything to me...idc if you're 19, 26, or 35....If you come off a certain way, I'll treat you a certain way. You're not special just because you're older than me"

-Romel Rose

This man speaks the truth!! And he's younger than me!

I couldn't agree with him anymore. I don't think age has any place in a relationship. You like what I do, what I say, what I look like, how I act, what I don't do, my personality? Well, my age has nothing to with any of those.

My boy Romel "Went IINN!"

My favorite part is "You do the same shit, and fall for the same niggas!"

I see this on my facebook alll day long.

Cali Weather and Los Angeles Food.



I would like to share something important that I have learned recently. It didn't come in the form of a lesson, didn't find it in a text and no one broke it down for me. Through my own understanding and experience, I've learned that in certain situations, lowering your standards can mean facing reality.

I was a little discouraged in coming to this conclusion but it's not like I've completely detached myself from those standards held prior. I mantain it is important to hold personal high standards because it filters out the weak shit. This way you find more flowers than weeds.

That's all I can really say.

Heavy Weight.


Poetry Purgatory.

To give you an example of the way I write, I have well over 70 pieces of poetry that are incomplete. I may write down just a couple words or go on for a few lines but never finish a poem in one sitting. The reason I do this is because I can come back to those lines and if I can recall that feeling, then it will be true therefore I can continue. Here are a few lines that are stuck in a sort of "purgatory" until I decide to go back:

Owls don't like it when you pry theier wings open.
Let them sleep and their eyes will see darkness under a glowing moon.

I want a desk to write, alone.
Sunflowers lining the walls.
Master of my imperfect universe.

It seems these days I wake up in a cold sweat
After an unpleasantly cold night.
But it's not the bitter breezes nor the absence of stars...

Too beautiful to notice dragonflies on your hand.

Give me a home with no lights
I barely need running water
Inadequate conditions
But at least I know my father.

It's not always necessary to look in cracks to find bits of mirrors.

I've also been writing short stories that I'll start to share soon.

Let Me Put You On Game.

I've been on The Xx for a few months now. It's perfect Night Time on the 405 cruising music.

I Could Give You So Much More, Make You Feel Like Never Before.

"Slights and insults are the common lot of mankind. The world is so constituted that the good and the virtuous are often subjected to unjust criticism and attack. It is heroic to maintain a balanced mind in such circumstances.

Loss and gain, fame and infamy, praise and blame, pain and happiness are eight worldy conditions that affect all humanity. Most people are perturbed when affected by such favourable or unfavorable states. One is elated when one is praised, and depressed when blamed and reviled. He is wise, says the Buddha, who, admist such vicissitudes of life, stand unmoved like unto a firm rock, exercising perfect equanimity.

Like a lion that does not tremble at every sound, one should not be perturbed by the poisoned darts of uncurbed tongues. Like the wind that does not cling to the meshes of a net, one should not be attached to the illusory pleasures of this changing world. Like the louts that is unsoiled by the mud from which it springs, one should live unaffected by worldly temptations, ever calm, serene and peaceful."

-The Way To Nibbana

True Words!

"My work is unparalleled and this summer is no different... I'm used to always being selfless, so this season has been about me. Self-betterment=inner peace."
-Rickie Ohiri

My man Rickie said it best.

To get to where I want to be, I can't let anyone work harder than me. I have had everything planned out and everything is going smoothly. The end of my plans reach all the way to Summer 2017. Things will (and have) change but having a real good plan is like having a tightly weaved safety net. I have a different outlook on things after each semester.

I can't explain how thin the line is for me dropping my medical career and being a writer 100% from now to forever. I can wake up tomorrow and register for literature courses instead of General Biology or my Molecular Genetics classes. I think about it everyday. Somehow I compromise. I think it's because I don't like getting graded for my work, my poetry.

My point is, I'm following a path, freely, according to how and why I want and not because I'm forced. I'm in full control every morning because I already know how it's going to go. My inner peace comes from advancing and never remaining idle. (And listening to Wu-Tang)