Fail!

So I haven't posted in a while. Saying I've been busy seems like a mere excuse. So i'll just say I was taking a break.

BUT, today, I was on Facebook, and on those sidebar polls, there was one about higher learning. The question was something to the degree of "what can teachers teach students to help them learn more efficiently?" A) Practice makes perfect B) believe in yourself or C) Use your imagination.

Guess which one got the most votes??? B!!!! Believe in yourself!???? Please! This is why the United States has such low scores in Standardized tests compared to the world. I mean, you can believe with all your might, 'til your sweat and tears turn to blood that 1+1=3, but you will never get it correct. Yes, confidence and believing in yourself is important, don't get me wrong, but so is getting the job done and getting it done right.

If you still insist on teaching kids to "believe in yourself," I've got a merit badge for you, except "merit," is spelled "idiot." But you can believe in yourself to think it says "merit."

My thoughts about the new iphone leak

So what do I think about the new iphone being leaked? As a Marketing Manager, I think it was a great way to revive a dying market. You would have to have been born yesterday to not know that the Android market is slowly taking over and the Iphone hype has been dying down lately. So what better way than to create a publicity stunt that involves information to be leaked about one of the latest and greatest? Just simply drop it off at a pub (where there would be a large number of people ages 21-40, the largest demographic of consumers for tech gadgets), and let the news grow on its own. That is my thought as a professional marketer, I think it was indeed a marketing ploy (and one executed beautifully, in my opinion), that was started to create a new buzz to revitalize the iphone market. Well done, Apple, I couldn't have done it any better.

The Future Says Hi

If you were to close your eyes, would you still be able to read these words?
If you dream hard enough, could you soar the skies like the birds?
If you pray enough times, would God save those that are close and dear?
If you practice bravery at all times, would you be completely without fear?
If we communicate more efficiently, would we, with one another, understand?
If you schedule and time-manage, would everything fall according to plan?
Is the world really black and white, or is it full of grays?
Exactly how long will I last, what are my numbered days?
Are scattered and rambling thoughts even worth to mention?
Will I ever find timely answers to any of these million questions?

The other side of the mirror

Hybrid Poetry

To be continued.

Today, I decided to write you a letter, though I know not who you are.
Yet, I believe that you are out there, and believe that you are not very far.
It is strange because I don't know your face, nor the sound of your voice,
but I know this, you're morally just, faithful in all of life's choice.
You understand love, like the one expressed and carved on that fateful tree,
And you love your mother, your father, your siblings, and I love you, and you, me.
You're not like the others, something in you is fascinating and sets you apart,
You're the diamond in the otherwise ordinary, the common, the usual, the dark.
But alas, I always remind you that you're not flawless in complexion,
Yet, I find that you are beautifully perfect, even in your imperfections.
So I write this little note for you today, that I hope one day you'll get,
To the one woman who I prize far more than the others, but have not yet met.
(...or have I?)

hybrid poetry: An experiment of both prose and visual art.

Experimenting with both the structure of prose and the visual structure, trying to create a work where one can read an experience, and experience it through the combination of visual senses. Can you spot the unique structure of both prose and visual art?


The invisible stairway

One,
then another,
it comes again.
A moment of surrender,
a lapse of sober judgment,
just like falling down some stairs;
your spirit tumbles, and down you go.
Seems there's no truth that can save you,
it seems like there is no hope at all;
but look up to the heavens and pray to Jesus.
He will not only save you but will raise you
to soar higher than the eagles, and make you whole again.
This is the unmistakable hope, the wondrous truth, of His saving grace.

-=Diddy=-

what i've earned through lessons learned

The lessons of life that I have learned,
did not come easy and had to be earned.
Because for something different my heart yearned,
A heartfelt longing for change, my stomach churned.

Like many, I did not have an easy life
'twas filled with trouble, toil, uncertainty, strife
it was overwhelmed with worries rife;
a friend one day, then, in your back, a knife

People gave advice, but a second too late
as more and more, I grew in hate
I began to question my inevitable fate
and I didn't think I'd pass (nor did I want) through the pearly gate

Regression, depression, religious concession
I finally gave in, found hope through my confession
that sin and darkness was always my repression
and unbeknown to me, even my obsession

Then my heart was lightened, I began to love
Grace,the only hope I had, when push came to shove
And in my dire need, it fit like a glove
Jesus is life and truth, of all things thereof

-=Diddy=-

I am not a saint, nor do I claim to be

Coco was a man of integrity, all his staff would tell you so.  And on the last episode where he could have bad-mouthed NBC and said it was just a part of the skit (there's always a bit of truth behind every joke isn't there?), he decided to look back and think of the good times and thanked NBC for everything.  What a swell guy.  Well, this got me thinking...and writing.

My reflections of my life and how much God has changed me as a person...hopefully for the better; but alas, I am not a Saint.

"I Am Not A Saint"

First we must understand who I used to be
A rebel kid, smoking joints, completely carefree
I would talk back to cops, even went to Juvi
Looking back, I feel bad for my parents who had to raise me

But soon thereafter God showed me a way
And gave me a choice to change or to stay
I chose God on that fateful day
and learned about a debt I could never repay

But this did not end with a happy story
Even whence exposed to God's love and glory
I saw in Christianity much hate, killings...gory
and decided that this is really not for me

And deeper down the hole I fell
my life became lust, gluttony, sloth, hell
and towards the heavens curses I would yell
And told God stay away, and I would as well

So I had control and vowed to make good ends
made money, but grew distant from family and friends
a plastic smile and temporary pleasures, I could no longer pretend
so I decided to turn to God and try to make amends

Now let's bring it to a more present time
But a little bit back, to two-thousand-and-nine
I went to God and said "yo dude, i'm in a bind.
you win, but let's make a truce, if you don't mind"

So it was done, what exactly I can't say
It's just for the big G and me to know, but hey
whatever the deal was, it turned out okay
I'm still no Jesus, but I'm trying to be better (or so I pray)

Finally, we come to the "now", the "present"
where I look back and wonder where all the time went
But I don't regret any moment of the dark times that were spent
'Cause I have a deeper understanding what Jesus' love meant

So who am I?  I'm but a man, a sinful man
but I've decided to change and made a plan
it's quite easy: whatever I can't, God can
I crawled my way towards God, but towards me, God ran

And so it begins...

Let's face it, 2009 was not a good year for many of us...no, the majority of us.  Call me an optimist, but I believe that 2010 is going to be a great year, I can feel it in my bones.  I'm not a new year's resolution type, but this year, I have made a creed to get fit and back in shape (apparently "round" wasn't flying with the ladies).  On top of that, this year will really be dedicated to my songwriting and experimentation of music composition as well as finishing all the other projects and work that I need to be doing. 

But more importantly, for a personal goal, I have decided to try and read the good book, a.k.a., the Holy Bible, from cover to cover, twice!  This is no ordinary feat people, try it for yourselves and I bet you will be falling asleep as soon as you hit Genesis Chapter 3.  I started with day 1 of the new year, and am on a good pace of reading about a dozen chapters a day.  Like I said, it's a personal goal; my life of sarcasm and sin was needing a helping of the good book last year, but I brushed it off due to disagreements with so-called Christians who I find to be absolutely abhorrent people.  But I have come to realize that I can't be angry at the man upstairs for the free-willed, detestable, arrogant and hypocritical lives of humankind; especially because I'm probably the one who should wear that crown.

So going back to getting back in shape, this will be the year that I will consider finding a serious relationship *gasp*.  But there is an order of priorities in life, and it is on the bottom of the list, somewhere inbetween getting a haircut and shopping for new clothes, which, if you know me at all, are both something that I dislike doing.  You may be thinking, "Diddy doesn't like relationships?" and if you are, reread what I wrote, I said nothing of that sort...but I won't disagree with you; I merely said it falls somewhere between those two matters on my list of to-do things.

Anyway, the moral of the day:  When you go to starbucks and they ask you how many teabags you want, don't giggle and say "none, thanks," because then you're left with just a cup of hot water, and you wasted two bucks.