Saturday, May 5, 2012

Killin em softly: a bit of this and a bit of that.

Lately I've been trying to live my life a bit differently. I hate when I realized that I've somehow become one of those jaded people who are too fazed by the monotonous daily trials and tribulations of life. Like for reals I just wanna be in awe of the simple things that happen on the daily. Its just a matter of a minor change in perspective honestly so I've reached this conclusion: I'm going to approach my life like I'm a traveler visiting a strange and foreign land who sees everything as new and exciting cuz the stay is temporary so I'm gonna try to soak up in every experience I'm come across and enjoy it to its fullest. If you think about it Life is just temporary so I gotta learn to appreciate it. Some say its not a party if it happens every time, but maybe thats just a pessimistic's way of just down playing the little things that could very well become a magnificent event if I let it.

Side-note: I spent last friday watching a 5 hour bowl resection surgery and it was so wild....
First of all the patient was spread out on the table with his feet together and his arms out to the side in a T shaped position and I couldnt help but think "this fool looks like jesus up on the cross." i dont know why, but the strangest thoughts freaking go through my mind. Anyways, something hit me like wow this surgeon is literally taking out bits and pieces of this person to try and make him whole again...make him better. The whole concept of it is just so strange. Its a common view that surgeons have a god-complex and are arrogant as shizz (think Kanye West with a scalpel). Honestly, I'm glad that these fools are cocky about their capabilities...I mean I wouldn't want someone who is unsure of himself to be cutting into me second guessing his next incision. The surgeon took out a whole segment of a small diseased small intestine out of the patient. Anyways....that was off topic, but like how many of us have our own personal diseases/struggles we just let sit and fester inside of us cuz were too afraid to make the first incision. We're scared the that the outcome or the healing process will be too painful or we won't be able to cope and so we just let things be. Effff that. If I have a problem then I gotta be willing and strong enough to try and change it. I honestly wasn't raised to be a lil biaaaa so I gotta learn to get over myself.

Lately I've been spending more time being alone, trying to revert back to my hermit roots. It feels good to have some time to create some structure for myself without having someone else constantly in my head causing a distraction. For the past few months I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to be more social and maintain some sort of balance. The thing is that I've became too much of a social damn little butterfly that I kind of put the necessary things on the back burner. I've been thinking about it for a while...silence is highly underrated. Guess thats why some folks meditate trying to reach that kind of silence that helps them obtain that equilibrium.

I've decided that its in my power to try and be the better version of myself. Some people usually set ambitions or goals to impress other people or make others think that they're worth something like I gotta do this to make myself look better to my parents or my girlfriend/boyfriend or I gotta be this way to impress my friends. Eff that man, I want a set a new bar for myself for some self-gratification that I'm not down with letting myself be mediocre. I mean I'm in no way conceited and I'm highly aware of my limitations: sometimes I'm freaking insecure as shizz and i'm unsure of what I'm doing and if im moving myself in the right direction; sometimes I don't get shit right away and I have to work harder when I study, sometimes my insane antics are way to ridiculous for my own good... I get that, I acknowledge it, I accept it, and then I move to push past my limitations. Boundaries are only set so I can break them and become better than I already am. The fact is that I want this so badly to say I did it and accomplished something worth doing. I want this for myself.

Ambitions UP, distractions DOWN, and remember that being humble should always be constant medium. Its time to put in some work.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

THE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN BOYS AND WORKING OUT. THE LOTUS EDITION.

SO DAMN SORE.

FOR REALS....

and its not like I spent an hour and a half doing the damn thing. It was like a 50 minute warm up and then 20 minutes tops of a hard struggle: muscles burning, heavy breathing, that weird thrusting motion that you know feels awkward and so in the back of my head I'm like "damnn i must look awkward as eff."

CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT. CROSS-FIT.

what else did you think I was writing about? I keeps it PG-13 player so get your mind out of the gutter. hahaahaha. ANYWAYS, I've always had this obsession with working out and I feel i maybe in an ultimate inevitable relapse since I've managed to stray away from it since I've moved to portland. Physical activities is like my only real vice and usually it would be a good thing except i think any thing in excess is no bueno. moderation is key to life or else you either burn your shit out or have no appreciation for it. Immediately after cross-fit i had this urge to go to the gym to do an hour of cardio, but i stopped mid-impulse and went home instead...YAY ME.

its funny how i can actually relate my impulsiveness with working out and compare it to almost every single love-hate NON-RELATIONSHIP i've ever had with a guy. It never fails that I usually have some sort of contempt or dislike for the guy in the beginning cuz I feel that theyre 1) superficial douchesss or 2) non-legit human beings that think theyre gods gift to women or 3) lack any personality or substance worth sticking around for (And why yes I am very highly critical of the male race when it comes to the likes cuz if you don't have high standards well then you kinda go for any tom, dick, and harry that comes walking your way and lets face it...a girl can always do better 67% of the time hahah jk jk jk jk jk. just jokes I'm really not that much of a Biaa but I'm just saying). Anyways the reason why my non-relationships are similar to exercising is because the first time I come back from a stint of being a motivational slacker-bonafide-cinnabon-marathon-chubby-kid-holy-shit-did-she-really-just-eat-five-plates-of-food ride or die biaaa its such an effing struggle man. Like my body and my heart just don't want to do it at all and everything is fighting to just revert back to being a fatty. Take today at cross fit there was a moment where i just wanted to say EFF this. Eff your mom. eff your dog. Much like in the beginning of things when I start out a situation with an el doucho (thats spanish for the douche) like I'm totally not into it and yet for some reason I'm in it. Then there came a point in the middle of feeling like 1. I'm doing it all wrong 2. my positioning is all off 3. wtf why can't i keep up with the 50 year old man next to me that this epiphany hits like alright NOW ITs A MUTHHA FUCKING CHALLENGE. its onnn i am now going to make cross-fit my biaaaa and no, its not like i approach every douche the same way and I'm like "okay now I'm going to make you my biaaa and watch me worrrrk this." but the philosophy behind the two are very much the same. hahaha.

The philosophy being the following: "EFF YOUUU. WATCH ME DO THE DAMN THING CUZ IM ABOUT TO WORK IT" *Fingeeer snaps, hair twirls, booty bounce. (said in the voice of a ghetto black girl with hood attitude)


word. anyways none of that made sense but whatever. its not like anyone ever reads this thing. hahaha. and if someone actually does then my bad man Im weird. get over it.