Monday, November 30, 2009

Black Friday Realization

Usually when Black Friday comes around I'm super excited. I'm all for the thrill of staying up, rushing around to get to the mall, waiting in the lines for the outrageous deals and sleeping the rest of the day away. By this time of the year I'm always loaded with cash ready to buy everything I need and most importantly everything that I want. My sister and I make a plan of the stores we're gonna go to based on the deals that they are offering. Even though I'm tired by the end of the event I'm always satisfied with my finds and super excited to show them off. But this was so not the case, unfortunately for me I went, I saw and needless to say I did not conquer.

First thing is, I was not planning on going until like a day or two before the "big day". So given this, I was not able to hype myself up and get prepared properly for the shopping. My mother ended up feeling sorry for me, lol, I think and she gave me money to get the stuff that I needed. Plus my sister was fussing about how I could not ditch her because every year we go out and shop. So armed with a card full of cash and my sister at my side, I walked into the mall. Now because I got accustom to spending wisely and thinking twice before every purchase, the "deals" didn't seem like real "deals" to me. I walked in and out of almost every store and did not pick up anything. It was terrible, I would see something I liked and pick it up, inspect it and the price, then put that sucker right back on the rack. Knowing the situation that my family is in, I just cant spend the money because it is there. I know that the money can and will eventually go to something more important than a shirt or a pair of jeans or shoes that I could have bought. Usually, I'm so absorbed in the hype that I forget that the money doesn't really need to be spent. I over do it sometimes and it doesn't really benefit me. Materials things can always come and go. My new view on things helps me to realize the more important things and I value this experience because it will help me make wise decisions in the future. Many people I know spend plently money that they do not have. At least I see myself ahead of the curve. Even though I have it doesn't mean that I should spend it.

Lesson learned.

Until next time, (I'll be patting myself on the back)


Sunday, November 29, 2009

And you thought you weren't being heard?

Blogging has become a phenomenon all over the world and rightly so. Everyone wants to feel like they can talk and be heard by any and everyone who would just stop and listen. Blogs give individuals the avenue to vent their opinions, thoughts, concerns and questions. They are able to not only reach, but connect to persons across the country and across the seas. Blogging gives each creator of a blog a space to call their own and a space to relay themselves to the public. As long as someone is willing to listen then bloggers will continue to reach out and relate whatever it is that concerns them.

We can refer to bloggers as citizen journalist, which is someone who does not have professional training in the area of journalism yet their writings are in a sense "published" for the whole world to view, read and comment on. So even though bloggers may not have a degree hanging on their walls saying that they graduated from so and so with a major in so and so, they are still able to write and have others take their work seriously. One such citizen journalist is Yoani Sanchez, a native Cuban who vents about the ills and misgivings of living in a country with unfair government practices and the way she decides to contend with them. Without being disrespectful, though she is considered controversial, Sanchez takes advantage of the "blogosphere" as her avenue to speak to the world of her very own experience living in Cuba on her blog entitled Generacion Y ( Sanchez has become so popular based on her opinions and experiences alone. Her blog is viewed worldwide and can be read in a slew of different languages. Many persons all over the world are able to get a view of Cuba through the eyes of Sanchez on her terms.

Although these citizen journalist speak the truth, it is always their form of the truth, their slanted view on particular topics. Relying on blogs as a substitute for journalism can have its pitfalls and liabilities. Instead of receiving an objective view on a particular matter (which is very hard to find even in the news) the information is totally subjective, shaped to fit the stance of the blogger. Someone may only get one side to the story and therefore may have a view that is askew on a certain topic. Walking around without the complete truth can be a disadvantage to the follower of the blog. For someone to follow Sanchez exclusively without referencing any other news source for information about Cuba would not be a smart idea. One person's thoughts and ideas on a country's dealings on a whole doesnot fully relate the true sense of being in that country and dealing with every aspect of the country. That experience that would be published on Sanchez' blog is unique to her and her alone. Someone else dealing with similar situations may have different opinions on the matter and so narrowing your view of information be a disadvantage to the reader.
Blogging has been a way for persons living every sort of lifestyle to communicate their lives with the world. It has been the life line for some and a daily job for others. And for some others it may be the only thing that gives them a sense of purpose. With blogging, anything is possible. And though bloggers write to be taken seriously, which they should be, taking into consideration the thoughts and ideas and reports of others always helps to round out one's thoughts on a particular situation.
Until next time,

Over the hills and through the woods...

To Grandfather's house we go. LOL, everybody in the car hated me because I kept singing this over and over and over again all the way to Grandfather Leno's house. He lives in Staten Island and the Belt Pkwy was crowded...that was a lot of singing (I think I might have gotten annoyed with my self actually). But when we got there, ol' gramps was waiting for us at the door ready to start the lime (hangout). He made baked chicken and cookup rice. I made fried chicken and my famous mashed potatoes, my sister made baked zitti and veggies, and my mom made a great salad. Everyone rushed out of the cars and could not wait to dig in and bug out. The food was to die for, it was beyond good. I would say that we put our foot in it but that just doesn't sound right. I was just really really really good. It was so good that when everyone sat down to eat you couldn't hear a peep from anyone. The TV was on, music was playing in the back and we were yumming it up.

The company was great, everyone was talking and reminiscing about old times in Trinidad (I don't ever know what they are talking about but it is always nice to listen and laugh at the things that use to go down). Even my bf was chimming in from time to time about his adventures in Trinidad, I was soooooo jealous. We ended up playing some silly games with my little brothers. What made it even more fun was the bubblegum flavored vodka that my brother brought in tow.

My grandfather is like one of the funniest people I know, I love bussing a lime over by him. Everything is just always so fun. Everyone has a great time and never wants to leave. It's just the best.

Until next time, (I'll be yumming on some left overs)


Thursday, November 26, 2009

You remember BRACEFACE?

The summer I was going into sixth grade my mom took me and my sister out for "a drive". We loved going places with my mother, we always ended up buying something and then getting something to eat. What child wouldn't love that?! This day my mother was acting all secretive about where we were headed but being greedy little children, we tagged along anyway. When I realized we were going east on the Conduit heading for Long Island, I was nudging my sister mad hard, like YEAHHHH, we about to go somewhere nice. I was getting so excited that I had to start asking my mother some more questions, only this time she decided to answer (she had already trapped us). So I ask if we really are heading to Long Island and she says yes and I wink at my sister because I told her we were going some place nice (Long Island equated nice things when I was little...I know better now). So then after some other questions I ask her if she could finally tell us where we were going and she says to the dentist. Whoa, whoa, whoa--shorty hold up, rewind and come again selector. First off, our dentist is in Brooklyn on Flatbush, second, say whattttt???? You bring us all the way to Long Island to go to the dentist? We better be getting something really nice after this.

Then she lays the bomb on us...we were going to a "special dentist" to get braces. As soon as those words left her mouth tears started rolling down my face. I knew my teeth were messed up but WHY....boys still liked me and so I did not see the need to get braces. Plus I was going into a new school come September and I didn't want to have that junk in my mouth. How cruel could she be? I never knew anyone who had braces but those joints looked like they hurt. Metal in your mouth couldn't end well for you, or at least that was what I was thinking. So after the melt down that my sister later took part in, we pull up to this banging office somewhere in LI. We go in and everyone is so nice to us. We go take pictures of our jacked up teeth and without wasting time those suckers were put on our teeth.

For three whole years I had braces, all my years in JHS which undoubtedly meant countless wise cracks and jokes at my expense but the boys were still after me, hehe. I could never lose my touch. All my pics from then were donned with the wire from hell. I tried hard but I could never keep my mouth closed. Soon enough (or not!) May 2003 came and my braces went. I was sooooooooo happy. My teeth were perfect...not white...but still perfect. I went into high school without braces and took on the roll of braces bully. Anyone with braces, I made it a point to let them know I had them but LUCKILY they came off before my high school years started. Now they were to be remembered with braces in their mouths when people thought of them. So sad.

But I guess I should not have spoken so soon because now my teeth are shifting back out of place. It is very minor but I notice it and that is what truly matters. My sister's wedding is in six months and I don't want jacked up teeth all over again. Oh no siree bob! So I brought the proposal to my mother that I should put the braces back on, to rectify the situation before it gets out of hand. I thought it was brilliant, well of course I did because it was my idea. But without sparing a moment, Mommy up and jumps at me like "what is wrong with you girl" and blah blah blah "your teeth are fine" and blah blah blah "our insurance won't cover you because you are over 18" (I knew it would suck to get old) and blah blah blah. How about that? That sucks to the fifteenth power. Now I'm stuck with messed up teeth and no way to fix them.

It's ok you can feel sorry for me. I won't blame you. I'm gonna go cry now.

Until next time, (serously, I'm gonna cry)


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Great News Across The Board

So today I am labeling "Chyvy's Great Day". Why might I be doing such a thing? Well it just might be that great things have been happening TO ME (which I might add is soooo out of the ordinary) since I woke up this morning. First off, I wake up and my grandmother has made me a beautiful, satisfying, good ol' trini breakfast. It is something I haven't had in a while and I have been craving it so what does she do, she makes it especially for me...what love! Second, I go to Blackboard to check what I got on my philosophy exam, and what do you know, I got 100. How you like those, I'm good like that. Third, I get the permission to take three courses over the winter intersession and I'm so excited because this means that I'm not coming back here EVER after January. Whoo hooooo, as Vicki from Housewives of Orange County would say. See yuh latah alligata, in ah while crakadile, as my grand uncle would say, twang and all. Fourth, my mother informed me that I will be hitting the shops on Friday so I am no longer window shopping, I will be doing some majorrrrrrrrr damage. So watch out busters, I am a beast, a very scary, vicious beast when I see a sale. Fifth, I get to spend QT with the BF starting today ALL THE WAY up to sunday evening. Now this might not seem all that great but I hardly see him anymore due to the work overload that we both took on this semester. Such is life but I'm totally happy for this mini rest. Which leads me to the sixth great thing, my last two classes today are canceled, I think that deserves another Whoo hooooo, and there is no school tomorrow. So without further ado I present "Chyvy's Great Day", I hope you enjoy it as much as I.

Until next time,


Tuesday, November 24, 2009


I just wanted to take this time to shout out my Mommy Elsie and Grandfather Leno. I love them sooooooo much. They do any and everything for my family. I live with my grandmother and she is without a doubt the backbone for this household, this family. She keeps everything and everyone together, I never want her to leave me, never ever. She better be here for my wedding and for when I have my kids. They would miss out if they never get a chance to meet this wonderful woman. As for Grandfather Leno, he lives in Staten Island but I still feel like he is always around. The man would find every excuse to come down to Brooklyn, everyday. He loves us, I know, can't hide the feelings old man. Anything we ask, he is more than happy to oblige.

This weekend my family is going down to his home to spend some time with him, on his turf. He made it very clear that he is not cooking even though the man could throw down (he's just being mean). But of course Mommy Elsie volunteers to cook everything, she never wants to take a break from being in that darn kitchen. But I think my sis and I will take over just this once and put something really nice together. I think we are gonna try something new, something ummmmmmmm, well all I got is something new, can't think of anymore adjectives at the moment. The reason behind this is, every time we make something for the first time it comes out GREAT but then the times that follow, it just never comes out the same.

LOL, I started this post about my grans and ended up talking about food. How convenient! LOL, I'm hungry.

Until next time, (I'll let you guys know what gets cooked)


Monday, November 23, 2009

Meet My New Buddies!!

All the way from the back of my imaginary closet...INTRODUCING


She is a beauty, this I know. How perfect we would be together (if I get my way and pout a little more, I think I'll be able to really introduce her to the rest of my friends ;-) My bf will cave eventually, hopefully)

Not to be out done by any means... here is


Now she could really become my bestie this winter. Perfect shoe for outings when it is a little chilly. The pewter shade is just right in my opinion.

Sooooo I have a little obession with shoes and I'm not planning on getting counseling any time soon. Shoes make me crazy, like loco, nuts, retarded even, sometimes. I don't care where I am, if I see a perfect pair of shoes I have to stop and stare. If I have the guts I'll ask the chick where she copped them from. But I choose wisely, I only buy those shoes which I cannot live without (which has recently grown into a long, long list). My mom already warned my bf about the heavy duty responsibility of keeping up with my shoe shopping hobby. HEHE! Relax people, if they want to be my friends, I do not discriminate by any means. Boots, stilettos, sandals, my arms are open 24/7. Plus, its not like he is going anywhere, so YEAH, I have a shoe problem and most likely you will be supporting my habit. WHAT PUNK! POP! (I should be glad he doesn't read this you boo boo)

So do you girls get giddy over a great pair of must haves???Share, share and share some more!

Until next time, (Donations are excepted at all times...I'm, really, I am!)


Sunday, November 22, 2009

Coping with 6 ft Under.

Recently someone in my family passed away from ovarian cancer. I was not close to her, I know I met her in my life but I don't remember her at all. She was my mom's cousin and she livind in Trinidad. She left behind a husband and a daughter, a host of brothers and sisters and her mom, excluding the rest of the family members. It was sad to hear and see everyone deal with the passing in their own ways. My grandmother did not want to talk about anything at first then se could not find anything else to talk about. My mom cried when she heard the news then seemed to forget all about it. No one else in the house really knew her, so it was only the two of them that I got to watch cope with the death. Personally I have never had to deal with death. No one that was close to me has passed away and so I've never known that pain that others feel when they tell me that someone has died.

Sometimes I see people laugh when others die, I see them take a vow of silence, I see them cry until they get sick, I see them not able to enjoy themselves anymore-all ways of coping with death-and I never understand how it is that people re-act to the same problem in so many ways. Now I'm not saying that I want someone close to me to die so I can understand the feeling but it is just something that amazes me. It's not only death, but a range of problems really. Everyone deals with and tries to get over their troubles in different ways even if it is the same exact problem.

Have you ever had to cope with the loss of a loved one? Did you and your family react the same way? Just wondering, I would really like to hear your experiences.

Until next time,


Moving Out.

The home that I live in right now is the only one that I know. I mean I was born in a different house but I moved into this one when I was going on to 1 years old. (I was a cute baby btw, just thought I'd share that) I know this house like the back of my hand. Every creek, every spot on the wall, every mark on the wood floors, every trick to make things work like magic, this house just belongs to me. When we got new doors and new windows I got upset with everyone because I don't like change. My ideal life would be for everything to never change. I would wear the same pair of sneakers everyday forever if they wouldn't break down on me (Coach Barretts specifically).

So my sister is getting married next year, and of course she will be moving out, but I don't get why she is so excited. I mean I'm excited. I don't have to share my room anymore, I've been sharing it with her since I got out of my crib (true story). I don't have to deal with cleaning up after anyone, I don't have to worry about people telling me that I'm messy when I wanna be. It's gonna be great, I just know it is. But why is she so happy? Can't be for the same reason because she is going to be sharing her room with someone else, lol. So I seriously can't understand.

When I get married, I know I'm going to be besides myself with sadness. I don't want to live anywhere else. I love my house. Me, moving out, I don't think so. It just won't be right. The house would be sooooooo sad without me. I know it would be. And no one can't tell me different. My parents have been complaining a lot lately about moving back to the Caribbean because they can't deal with the cold weather any more. So I suggest that they stick it out until I'm ready to get married. By then the house would be paid off in full, and when I come home from my honeymoon, they would be shipped out to good ol' Trinidad (or Florida, whichever). Yea, I would miss my fam but I truly think I would miss the house a lot more. I don't know how long it would take me to get comfortable in another house. It might take years. So this is my plan. Now all I have to do is convince everyone to go along with it. My father is cool with it, my mommy looks at me like I'm crazy and my bf laughs in my face every time I bring it up or sneak it into a conversation that has nothing to do with the topic of possible homes after our marriage. He has this idea that when he moves out his mother's house he is moving far away from the ghetto. I try to explain to him that I dont live in the ghetto (yea right). My block is full of private homes owned by respectable, hard working old people. He says I live in the old ghetto, lol.

Well you can't blame a girl for trying. I just might be moving out, but I won't do it without a fight.

Until next time,


Saturday, November 21, 2009

Down Sizing???

I never use to be rich, by any means, but I (or my parents) use to live comfortably. I mean, not that we are struggling terribly but things aren't like they use to. Money ain't circulating in my hands like it use to. Whenever I needed or wanted (but mostly convinced myself and my mom that I needed) something I got it. There was never any thought to when I was getting my stuff or any questions about credit cards and debit cards not working. Life was good, well actually it was great. If I wanted something all I had to do was ask nicely and tadaaa...the cash or the card was in my hand.

Well, I can't really say the same thing for how life is treating me now. It's just not right. When I need something I got to let my parents know and then it has to be added to a list that matches its priority. So like if I needed a new winter coat it would go on a list with other things that were similar (the bills get paid first of course, lol). Now, this isn't easy living for me or anyone else in this house. My little brothers, who aren't so little in size (Terrance, who is 12, is already looking down at me. It's sad.) have to wait a long time for things they need, because necessary things for boys are so much more expensive than for girls and there are three of them. Getting accustom to this sort of lifestyle is difficult. I always thought people on tv were making something out of nothing when they had to down size but in all honestly it is hard. You get so use to living a particualr way, then BOOM, sorry you can no longer do things you use to do, and enjoy your money the way you want to (well at least enjoy the fruits of my parents labor).

Have a lot of you had to down size or get use to spending less or recieving less?

***BTW, it is not that I am a spoiled brat or anything like that. I ould get a job, that is true. But my parents want me to focus on school and take as many classes as I can at a time (hence, my 6 classes this semester). This leaves little time to get a job. I won't be able to find the hours to even work PT.***

Until next time,


Friday, November 20, 2009

Professor's Comment...

***Before I start this post I just want to say that you always have to be careful about the things you do and say in public because that is what others would use to form their opinion of you.***

So my professor was explaining something to the class and made a btw comment about a particular religion. All of a sudden the heads of certain individuals started to shake, their eyes were rolling around, they were sucking their teeth etc. And this question automatically popped into my head, why is it that (a) certain religion(s) get a bad rap set apart from others? If you claim to be a member of one religion people accept it as normal and move right past it but if you state that you are part of another one, they give you that look like "why?", or "what's wrong with you?" or "REALLY?!?".

In the past when I have brought this question to individuals they gave me reasons that were so unsound. Some of them did not know why they were in a way prejudice to other religions and others said the stupidest things, like "It sounds weird" (what sounds weird? Till this day I have no clue), "they bother me", "my parents told me they were crazy", I mean how old are you?!? There were only a select few who knew "absolutely" why they gave certain religions a bad rap(sorry for the sarcasm). After speaking with them and clearing up ALL of their misconceptions, they too had nothing to say and realized that they were being unfair and jugdemental. People get all up in arms when others are racist but to them it is ok to discriminate against religions. If you really look you can practically find double standards everywhere. It's a shame.

Well now that I got that off my chest...How was your day out there in blog world?

Until next time, (comment if you please)


Those Darn Kids

KK, so I know all of you may not be familiar with the Bebe kids but you all have seen those bad behind kids on the street, in the McDonald's up the block, in the grocery and oooo boy in the trains. Now I don't want to steal any one's thunder, posting about someones area of interest BUT.....I could not help myself.
So, my sister and I are coming home yesterday after school. We were on the A train and then thankfully caught the C and did not have to end up waiting 15 mins for the next one to come. Running into the C, we grab a seat and start laughing because the conductor was trying to chat us up (old men make me laugh). So anyway we were carrying on our conversation and then all of a sudden you hear OMG! what is was serious screaming, no joke. But what could that have been, you may ask?
This little girl, no older than 7 or 8 was yelling at her mother for eating out her bag of cotton candy. I never see more (ah lil twang fuh all yuh). This little girl literally got out her seat to pose up in front her mother's face to reprimand her for her gluttonous actions. She had her hands on her hips and was stooping her feet and yelling at the top of her lungs. Now if the girl did shed a tear or two because she no longer had her cotton candy, then I think that response would have suffice. But OH NO! Lil' shorty had to make a scene.
Now what was the YOUNG mother doing with all of this embarrassment??? She was trying to laugh it off, but her daughter wasn't having that. She told her mother to stop laughing because when she getting in trouble she isn't suppose to laugh and so the mother should have the same amount of respect (say what!?!) and was snapping the fingers and all. I'm sorry but I could not help but shake my head, it was so ridiculous. If I knew that girl she would have gotten snatched up by the ears or something sick. A little after, the mother started realizing that everyone was giving her that look like "Oh no, boo boo. You need to check that." So she grabbed her child and made her sit down. LOL, well who told her to do that. That little girl had even more to say about the way her mother was handling her and "showing off in front of strangers". It was beyond embarrassing. Tisk, tisk.
Moral of the story***train your kids right at home and they will not put you to shame in front a cart full of strangers while you are going home on public transportation. Poor lady, but she ask for that, don't you think? You are silly to think that your children will listen to you in public when you dont correct them in private. They don't know that they have to "act different" and it shouldn't be that way. Respect for your elders should be a given for the little ones, whether they are behind closed doors or outside in public.
What you think?
Until next time,

Friday, November 13, 2009

Freaky Weird Guy...Updated

Ok, yall remember that psycho freak in my class right?!? Well I was just talking to my sister about the situation yet again and I forgot to update the situation to the public. So the next class, homeboy comes in sits on the opposite side of the class. But during class, as I'm chatting it up with my buddies (terrible I know) I can see him out the corner of my eye glancing over. So when I see him looking, I turned to face him directly and give him the only crazy, stink face (hopefully yall can picture what that might have looked like). No joke, he got up and left the class...since then he leaves the class like 3 mins before we are let go. The professor ends up asking us if anyone knows whats up with that "dude". LOL, I certaining DO not know whats up with him and why he is all of a sudden leaving class early all the time. So, yes, before it was poor me, but now it is POOR HIM! Psychos never prosper. Believe dat sucker.

Until next time, (Don't mess with the S, cuz Supergirl is the beSt)


Thursday, November 12, 2009

My (one of many) Obession

Ok so when I have down time , or when I'm suppose to be doing homework, or when I should be sleeping...I'm watching some tv show...It's like when the tv is on I can't help myself, I must watch it. And people always say that there is never anything on despite the fact that there is so many channels, but me, I always find something interesting to watch. And when I say interesting I must mention that my standards are completely set aside from everyone elses (according to my bf).

I get so excited by shows like Jon & Kate plus 8, Golden Girls, The Emperor's New Groove, Fraiser, Cougar Town, Heros, and the list goes on and on. Almost every channel has a show that I watch and that I'm completely in love with. I just think that if I could some how make a profession out of watching tv I would be making the big bucks and wiping my pits with benjamins BABY!!!! (whoa...bad mental image)

But the show that takes the cake for me...drum roll please...Grey's Anatomy. Some people totally hate this show and some people think it is the best thing since...(thinking)...ummm, lets choose Ralph Cramden in the Homeymooners (the original, not the knock-off with Cedric the Entertainter, btw sooo disappointed with Gabrielle Union for actually playing in that garbage, was money that tight???). Anywho, GREY'S ANATOMY!!!, I can't get enough of this show. This is one of the few series that air re-runs and I can without a doubt kick back and remember the ol' days, when Burke left Christina at the alter or when Miranda's husband was riding her back because of the little time she was spending at home. And talk about the medical cases...I love it, I love it all. But with all honesty, my thursday nights are dedicated to Grey's Anatomy then by default I got hooked on Private Practice via Addison's move from Seattle Grace to the Wellness Center in L.A.

Tonight though required crying on my part, as does every other episode(in between me yelling at the screen). The chief is battling some demons and his exit on the show had me crying..ooooooooooooo, plus Izzy gonna have the nerve to come back and be all crazy on Alex, but he knew what was up and he put her in her place. YEA!! That's what you get for walking out on my homeboy. Don't step sideways cuz he get dirtay!--Private Practice was cool tonight too, which had me crying at the end when the lady delivers her baby then dies (boo hoo), but then I started yelling at Sam and Addison because they taking liberties and kissing it up. Like hellooooooooo, why ya'll thinking that Naomi ain't gonna find out, or do you suckers even care. (Na, girl, I got your back).

So, I know most of you are totally lost on this post but Grey's Anotomy holds a special place in my heart (shout out to the bf for putting me on, even though he dropped the show like a pancake the season after I started watching--should I be reading into that, humm--which always seemed sketchy to me since he was in love with the show). If any of you are die hard GA fans, "holler" at me, lol. I can go on and on, mainly because I have no one to talk the show over with anymore.
:-( I'll be waiting.

Until next time, (go watch GA!!!!!)


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Time Ain't Waiting No More...

Ok so I know I'm not tripping when I say school just started. It feels like it was not so long ago but the end of the term is upon us. OMG! I just handed in a paper in this class, took an exam in that class, gave a presentation for this professor and took a couples of quizzes for the other. But NOW...I'm handing in papers again, taking more exams, giving more, yo what the hell, I just did this.

When I was younger and summer vacation came around, it felt like forever would pass before September came chugging along and we'd all get nervous for the first day back. We actually had time over the vacation to relax, to enjoy everything little thing that wasn't available to us during the school months. NOW!?! It's like as soon as June ends September begins, no time to take a breather and just do nothing. This past summer flashed right before my eyes (partly because I was in school for both summer sessions) but also because time ain't waiting no more. It flies by with the only quckness. I remember vividly it being Sunday night and I'm driving to the shop to pick up the soap for my face and some nail polish. It is already Wednesday night, which means that the end of the school week is tomorrow, which means that Friday (which happens to be my favorite day out of the week) is almost here, which means that Sunday is almost here as well, again. Where the hell is all this time going???? (My little brother said that the time is being sucked into outer space because of global warming...everyone in the room stopped for like 45 seconds looking at everyone else, like is this dude for real. Granted he is 10 years old, but who says that. LOL)

Now I'm already paranoid about getting old and wrinkled up but I'm feeling like my life is passing by and it's not even having the decency to stop and say "What's up?!", like hello I'm standing right here, don't be rude. I JUST turned 20 this past July, and it's almost December, which means that it's almost January, which means that in seven months after that im going to be freaking 21. What kind of unfair crap is that?

So, I'm not tripping right? Everyone feels like time if flying by, it's not only me... (Even if you don't, just say something so I don't feel crazy).

Until next time, (which will be upon me very soon, gosh)


Sunday, November 08, 2009


Ok, so off the bat I'll let you guys know that the chicken wings were not cooked. I was forgetting the fact that I had to actually make sure there was chicken in the house. I'm always setting mysef up like this. When I decide to cook something, I automatically think that the ingredients are already in the house and then I get upset with everyone, lol...Hopefully I learn my lesson sooner rather than later.

As for the movie...I still can't decide whether I liked it or not. Come to think of it, I don't even think I know what the movie was about. The acting was as expected but I think it's the plot that remained ambiguous the ENTIRE movie. I heard it was based on an old episode of Twilight Zone, so if you're into that "stuff" then I suppose this is right up your alley. As for me, ummm, a little unsatisfied. Sorry this can't be more helpful, it's just like it leaves you wondering from beginning to end. I heard some people say they loved it and some were cursing that they wasted their money. Last words, totally subjective. If you guys see it, let me know what you think about it.

Until next time,


Friday, November 06, 2009

Movie Night

So two weeks ago my bf and I went out to catch a movie. We ended up seeing Law Abiding Citizen which was a great movie in my opinion. The trailers did look good but the movie ended up playing better than I thought it would. If anyone hasn't seen it as yet I will encourage you to do so. I mean Jamie Foxx is cool as an actor but Gerard Butler is in it, which is much more important, wouldn't you say.

***Bonus- You see his buttocks, lol. When that scene came on I could see my bf turn and look for my reaction. I had to play cool, but inside I was like OMG! HIS BUTT! He was gorgeous from the front in 300- as the head of the Spartans- but he was extra gorgeous from the back in this movie. With that said I think I should have been hired as a promoter for this movie, cuz I bet a lot of you want to catch the END of this movie. I crack myself up, lol.***

But tomorrow we are scheduled to leave home at 5 pm, go to Abercrombie & Fitch to look for winter coats (I don't understand my bf's obsession with A&F), then make our way to the theater for 7:20 pm to see The Box. Now I'm sort of on the fence cuz I do like morality movies (hence my love for Law Abiding Citizen) but I don't think I fully understand the story line of the movie. I'm hoping that I like the movie and don't end up feeling like I wasted 12 bucks to see it cuz I will be dwelling on everything else I could have used that money to do. I dunno, maybe like two sandwhichs at Subways or a bottle of GOOD nail polish (I've been eyeing Zoya's new fall line).

Also I'm attempting to re-create a meal one of my friends had at a hotel via room service tomorrow: Garlic Chicken wings and Garlic Fries. Now my breath might not be on point after this meal but garlic things just taste so good. I blame the Indian in grandmother would put garlic in everything if you gave her the chance.

So I'll be letting you guys know how the movie turned out and also if I was able to successfully cook up some chicken wings.

Until next time,


Two sides to the coin

So recently I took my road test and passed...yay meeeeee...which came as a shock to EVERYONE because I had never done a 3 point turn and I only learned how to park the day before the test. ***Procrastination is my middle name*** Anywho, I was flicking excited because now if I want to go somewhere I don't "have to have someone in the car with me over the age of 21 who has their license"- my mother's favorite line to me- so in that aspect I'm glad I finally got my license. When I want to go to the movies, I could take the car and be oouuutttt. When I want to go out to eat or go to the mall or whatever the hell else comes to this mind of mine, the keys are not my disposal. Plus my parents just got a new car so I'm not driving around in a hooptie (sp check?) and I really appreciate that. The only thing is, now that I have my license, I'm like Spider-Man with a whole bunch of responsibilities. My parents want me to go to the bank, go to the grocery, pick up my brothers from school, go drop off prescriptions at the pharmacy, go drop my aunt to work, pick up papers from the doctor's office, drop my grandmother off where ever she please and go and get gas. Now it's not as though I don't like doing these things and I certainly understand that my license allows me to help out around the house. But there comes a point when they just dont want to do anything anymore and just expect for me to go and do it.

How rude!!!

So I've come up with a plan. Every time that they send me out to do something, that allows me to go someplace that I want. So if I run three errands today (which will most likely happen), I'll get to go three places that I want to go. Only problem is, if I went to tell them this brilliant plan of mine, they would only laugh in my face. Life just isn't fair.

What do your parents make you do, that they could do for themselves?

Until next time,


Thursday, November 05, 2009

The Freakiest Thing

Now a lot of things have happened to me in the past that I wouldn't exactly label as normal. If I say so myself, they were beyond freaky, creepy, _______(another synonym). Anywho, coming to Baruch, I have never encountered anyone or anything out of the ordinary...well maybe that's because I don't talk to many people here but that's a whole other topic.

Well yesterday I had my share of creepy bizzare crap. I'm leaving one of my English classes and one of my classmates stops me...he is a white male in his 20's wearing a business suit (just so you get a picture). Backtracking a little bit...I don't consider myself to look half bad, I am aware that someone may be consider me attractive...but at Baruch I don't really run into many people who would come out their face and say so. I mean, no one ever really hits on me, which is just the way I like it. Now if I would have went to a school like New York City Tech with my other friends, I would have needed to invest in a fly swater to keep the homeboys away. I say that with all seriousness. So, I'm walking out of my class and he stops me (though he has never spoken to me in the past) and says "Hey I need to speak with you". Now a million things run through my mind, like did I say something to offend him in any of my comments...Well guess again Chyvone.

Homeboy asks me to step to the side to let me know that he has been watching me since classes began and that he finds me very attractive. He noticed that I wear a ring on my ring finger and he did not want to tell me anything out of respect. LOL, but now he thinks that he should tell me how he feels regardless of my "home situation". He asks me out to dinner. Trying not to laugh in his face (cuz this is sooooo weird to me) I kindly decline his invitation and let him know that I'm in a relationship. As I'm walking away down the hall, this wacko yells out at the top of his lungs that he has a girlfriend too but he has been dreaming about me and he wants to get to know me.

Are you kidding me right now????????? If only I could show you guys how wide my eyes opened up. Now they are already big, but I knew they got gigantic. What kind of crazy talk is that? I go from having no one approach me, to having this psycho tell me he is dreaming about me. I don't even think I want to go back to class anymore. I mean, what did he think I was gonna say when he told me that he dreams of me. That is beyond every freaky, creepy thing that has every happened to me. WHY ME?

What has been the weirdest thing that anyone has ever done or said to you?

Until next time,


Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Where I Am Right Now...

...Ummmmmm, let's see.

I've been trying my hardest to hurry up and complete my classes in order to finish school early and START my life. Only thing is, now that I'm almost finish {three classes left :-) whoo hoo} I don't know what I want to do in the near future. I was always so sure that I wanted to go into the magazine business but last year I had a revelation and realized that though I love beauty and fashion, writing about it just isn't as fun as dabbling in it. So now I'm going down the road of teaching and I'm absolutely excited about that. I don't feel like I'm giving anything up or settling and that's a good thing, all things considered. But as grad school is concerned, I am completely lost as to what I would like to study. Right now I'm majoring in English Literature and it's cool , but getting my Masters in it just doesn't appeal to my inner being. At this point, nothing appeals to anything. I know I want to teach English to high school students but I don't necessarily want to be a master in eng lit. Sooooooo conflicted with what I should do.

***Side note- Living in New York leaves you open to the weirdest things. I'm going home on the 6 train this evening and I see a bum laying on the floor in front of the door yelling at god knows if that wasn't wacko enough, his pants are pulled down past his butt and people are just stepping over him like he is a piece of trash on the floor. How random?! ***

LOL...this just popped into my head...There is a business space that gets rented out on my block from time to time. It has been a barber shop, a beauty salon, a clothing "boutique", and a candy shop, all of which have gone out of business within 6-7 months. As of now it is a beauty salon/barber shop and I never see anyone in there when I pass by {which just happens to be two or three times a day}. So I'm wondering 1. if they have no customers, how are they paying the bills and 2. when are they going to shut down? That doesn't sound to nice but I'm tired of dealing with the guys to stand outside the shop spewing their lame lines at me. That is so selfish of me but I feel like they are unwanted visitors on my block and I do not remember asking for company.

Until next time,