Hakeem Vs. Ewing
The first one’s always the hardest.
Just because…… I love you!
Everyday is special but I like to celebrate it a little more sometimes. :)
After looking into my empty closet at home, I realized all my shoes are gone. Oh I remember the good ‘ol days. Yes, I miss them, but they went to a way better cause, making memories. :)
Gettin’ that Christmas spirit up: Christmas in Harlem -kanye west
Mwerry Chwistmas everyone =D
Oh yeah!!! :)
After it’s all said and done, I don’t regret anything except the last week. It was some of the best and worst moments of my life. I don’t know how exactly to describe it. I don’t think I could even come close. What’s said is said, what’s done is done. It will be something I always remember and cherish. I’ll always be “Dancin’ In the Moonlight.” All I can say now is thank you.
So I’m up just playing 2K11 as usual when I hear my dad getting up. It’s 3 AM in the morning. I’m still up when he gets up to go to work everyday. I know it’s winter break right now, but there were many times in high school when I remember being up for one reason or the other, usually for homework. I guess you could argue that sure, he gets out earlier than everyone else, but he still works the same amount of hours and he still goes out and stays out late when we have family dinners. People don’t realize how hard it is to wake up every day at 3 AM to go to work, and neither did I. Over these last couple of years, I have witnessed him struggle every day to try and get enough sleep for the next day. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not only my dad, I appreciate my mom too. I know that both of them go to work every day to support me and pay for my tuition. I just wanted to take the time to say, thanks dad.
According to @Zackywacky17, “zac-ing” is the new word as such “joshing” means kidding.
Zacing/Zac: (V. Adj.) 1. The act of trying to be as cute as Zac. 2. Used to describe someone or something cute.
1. Stop wasting your time zacing! You’ll never get to his level.
2. Aw, you’re so zac.
Hahahahaha, he wanted to take a crack at making his name a word…interesting.
So I was doing some great mind thinking and I thought to myself, “I like my Droid.” Not because it’s a Droid rather than per say an iPhone but because it is a “smart phone” with all these little handy applications that help me get through my day just a little bit easier, especially the navigation one. Without that thing, I could possibly end up in Canada while driving. This post is dedicated to my phone. I want to let it know that I appreciate it very much so. I remember when I was a kid and I didn’t even have a phone. When I got my first phone I was amazed at the wonders of texting and yes, talking as simple as it might be. My first phone and I had a great relationship. We slept together every night. I couldn’t wait for it to vibrate (No homo.). The days went by and I sort of wanted to talk/text with someone new. I remember when I saw people with their iPhones, I hoped that I too could possibly one day have a phone with internet on it too! When that day came, it felt amazing, like no other experience I’ve ever experienced (Yes, I’m being redundant on purpose to tell you how extravagant the experience was.). I used things such as the internet, Knocking Vid„ Shazam, Pandora, Twidroyd, and yes, even Tumblr. I don’t know where I would be without my phone.
Droid, I love you!
P.S. Sorry to all those people who do not have smart phones. Your day will come soon.
P.S.S. Next up, unlimited texting!
How should I tell thee goodbye?
What can you say about a love affair to rival that of Romeo & Juliet? This is not just some melancholy ode to a hackneyed love of mortals.
I found our love deep in the entrails of the Caribbean Sea. Love that swept me to a land where our embrace became mythical.
You showed me a world that few have dreamt of.
Colgate’s golden steeple, a sojurn where ancient teachings flooded my mind.
There in the Chenango Valley where 13 sang my soul to flight, basketball laid siege to my soul.
I do not cry for the passing of our love for it stands radiant while my brittle bones crumble through swift time.
I have known you by so many faces; I will spend my end of days recalling.
You have infected so many with the allure of riches and black gold. But I am not angry with you my love. For to a boy who was lost in the bosom of nothing you gave hope and home.
Like the flickering of a light we come and go without much fuss. So I leave you to fend off seekers, hoping they too will cherish your unyielding countenance.
As for me, I will forever live in the glare of your loving embrace. From time to time I hope you will look in on this pitiful fool.
I will miss brothers of a quilt struggling with burning lights. If I offer advice, pierce beyond the glaring lights and see the faces behind the wall. Don’t be fooled by the magicians’ nibble fingers. For this is a life with mirrors and screens. Its only truth lies in the understanding it will all end.
The sound I will take home is the symphony of thousands of screaming friends.
Warriors, Magic and yes, Memphis too, I sing you praise, hope, blessings,
Flowing from a boy’s songs of thanks to you and you and you,to all I knew.
Please stay my “immortal love.”