To Marry or not to Marry?

May 12, 2010

What is the hurry? Why do people need to rush into marriage because “it is time?” A couple has been together for almost 5 years and that automatically means that they have to rush to the alter. Why?

I find that question nagging at me constantly.

I am 21 years old and my boyfriend of almost 4 years is 31 years old. I am still in college heading toward my senior year after this summer and my boyfriend, Mike, is already grounded with his own business, job and life.  Just because we have been dating for so long, everyone who meets us or knows us has asked when we are getting married knowing that we aren’t even engaged yet. Kind of takes the surprise and mystery out of a proposal doesn’t it? Each time we are both asked, “When are you getting married?” we both look at each other or just shrug. I am always tempted to say…”We will let you know when the time comes,” and leave it at that. Now I can relate to Kim Kardashingan with her fustration of reporters asking her when she will marry Reggie.

Worst of all, my parents are trying to corner me with an ultimatum. They are telling me that I need to either marry Mike or come to Florida with them. My father is already planning to get me a job even though I had not asked him of it. I am not interested anymore in my major, journalism but they haven’t even considered that little factor with them being so busy planning out my life and how they think it should be.

By Puerto Rican standards, I am not allowed to live with Mike without being married and so the dilema of where the heck I am supposed to go remains a question mark. Do I leave where I live and where Mike, the love of my life, lives, and catch a plane to Florida? Or do I marry Mike?

God, Mike hasn’t even proposed yet and now I feel like my parents are not only pressuring me but Mike as well to get hitched. All the world is wondering when? and Mike and I are wondering why?

I am a rebellious child in a sense of that fact that I HATE it when my parents try tell me what I need to do with MY life. I don’t rebel with drugs, alcohol or anything like that, but I do like to do the opposite that requires a delicate middle finger being pointed toward the sky. My parents don’t even know the half of it because the satisfaction is in the relief that I have a choice rather than showing them that. My parents rushing me to head to Florida, makes me want to do what they don’t want me to do. Live with Mike or be on my own with my own place and job. Of course I don’t want to live with my boyfriend unless I am married either so that leaves me with one choice….live on my own here?

My parents travel all the time. Since I have been in college they have already moved twice. First to TN and then to Florida. Why do I have to follow them? Especially, when they can just up and leave later! I dont want to follow them like a lost dog even if I love to be in FL. I mean it’s a fun place. There is always something to do, restaurants to eat at, people to meet, parks to visit. But none of those things sound appealing with out Mike to enjoy them with. And with him having his own business, he cant just up and leave here.

I want to get married to Mike. I do. I want to be his wife forever and live with him. But all this hype and annoying pressure makes me frustrated and almost rebellious at the idea. I just want people to shut up about it and I want my parents to help me make decisions when I ask them to, not when they feel like they need to do it for me without my permission. I appreciate their help, love, and all but they need to let me be for once.

Mike says he wants to marry me, but he wants everything to be a surprise, which is hard when everyone that finds out about us is constantly asking, probing and pressuring.

I don’t want to disappoint my parents but it has come to a point where I am getting fed up with the ultimatum. Has Mike proposed? Will Mike propose? When do you expect he will propose? Well if he doesn’t propose you have to be with us in Florida! Blah Blah Blah….

It is all a bunch of none sense. Where is the mystery in life? Where is the wonderful rush of love when it is unexpected? Most importantly, why have people still not learned to mind their own business?


Story Generator

March 3, 2010

You are sitting at your desk, fumbling with your pen. Tapping your feet while you rack your brain for some marvelous idea for a story.  You twist in your chair, switch butt cheeks and sigh once every minute. The clock ticks louder, and the neighbors’ conversations become clearer. Distractions. Writers Block. All enemies of our goal to finish a story. They sit there lurking behind your desk shadows waiting for the perfect moment to infiltrate your pen or keyboard and then into your head. Annoying little buggers.

The frustrations of being a writer come like cloudy days in the winter. More often you are stuck somehow, wondering what do do next.  The lack of creative juices that you thought your brain produced naturally, no longer pours. You then wonder…”Damn, how did Faulkner or [insert favorite writer here] do it?

As I have discovered in my beginners prose class last year, all writers are interconnected in their frustrations. We are all on a rocking ship of blank ideas or rainy distractions.

So what do you do? My prose teacher suggests always free writing for fifteen minutes everyday and/or every time you are stuck.

Others turn to technology as their writing guru to spur them into a direction of answers by using web sites that suggest writing prompts, priced software, or online journals.

Some have the journalistic ear and listen for great story ideas.

I am not in the slightest bit an experienced and published pro writer. I am of course an amateur finding my  weapon of light to guide me to success. Too dramatic? Sorry.

I do know that every writer must read. Reading always helps your creative processes.

So I did some research and heres what I found:Maartje van Hoorn

  1. Go for a walk (works, according to J.K. Rowling).
  2. Read other people’s work. It can inspire you.
  3. In case of a story writer’s block, RolePlay. It’s helpful to let other people share their creativity with you.
  4. Try to write on a different location. You might get ‘the vibe’ there. In the Zoo, for instance. Or in a cafe.
  5. If you have any drafts, edit these instead of trying to write something new.
  6. Write nonsense, it can trigger your imagination and spur your creativity.
  7. Look around you, you might pick up a good idea by just looking around. Just sit, for ten minutes, and take in your environment.
  8. Do something else. Really, can’t get over your block? Do something else for a while. For me, doing other creative things, like drawing, helps.
  9. Ask others how they get over theirs. You might learn a new method.
  10. Go in denial. You do not have a writer’s block. Writer’s block doesn’t exist. It’s just a blockade you’ve put upon yourself because you’ve got nothing better to do. You do not have a writer’s block!

Here are some other tips:

Using Objects to Cure Writer’s Block

Collect ten random objects on a tray and cover them with a cloth. Then choose one without looking. Now write 100 words describing this item. Here is a brief example using a thumb tack:

  • The tack lay on the table, a miniature umbrella with a brightly colored top of vibrant red. The underneath was dull brass with tiny striations circling the pin. The point was sharp and tiny shards of plaster clung to it. Maybe it had tumbled down from the ceiling.

Magazine Characters can Help with Writer’s Block

Cut out an assortment of photos that show a cross section of people. Include both sexes, different ages and races and different economic groups. Then choose one and write a complete profile underneath. Here are some of the points to remember:

  • Name
  • Age
  • Sex
  • Appearance
  • Address
  • Job
  • Family
  • Hobbies
  • Weaknesses
  • Strengths

Atmosphere in Television Shows

Choose a favorite television show and describe the atmosphere in any given scene. Look for things like tension and suspense as a person ascends the financial ladder on Who wants to be a Millionaire, or recreate the utter weariness and desperate hunger of a contestant in Survivor. This is an ideal way to bypass writer’s block.

Describe a Natural Disaster to Help with Writer’s Block

Place a character in a normal setting such as on a bus to work or washing dishes in the kitchen. Then introduce an unexpected earthquake or volcano and tell the story of the character’s immediate reaction.

Convert a Newspaper Article to get Thoughts Flowing

Choose a newspaper story and change it from past tense to present. Try substituting different verbs and adjectives as well and see if the meaning is retained. Building on another person’s work often helps to banish writer’s block

Write a Tongue Twister can Cure Writer’s Block

This is a fun way to get words flowing. Make the tongue twister one sentence long and try and start most of the words with the same letter. Here are a couple of examples:

  • Susie Slug slithered silently, sulking sourly
  • Timmy Turtle trudged tiredly on tarred tracks

Then laugh while repeating them fast and watch writer’s block disappear.

Describe a Terrifying scene

Imagine being on an airplane on a routine commuter flight. Without any warning, there is a loud bang and flames shoot from the right engine. Describe the emotions, physical manifestations and levels of fear as the pilots battle to land the aircraft.

Brainstorm Weather Words to Help with Creative Writing

Take a large page and write weather words inside circles. Then surround them with words that expand and add to their meaning. Here are some starter ideas.

  • Lightning
  • Clouds
  • Hurricane
  • Sun
  • Depression
  • Gale
  • Blizzard

These prompts are simple and easy to do but can trigger fresh ideas and overcome writer’s block. The secret is in stretching the mind and causing it to think in new patterns and look at life in a different manner.

Book Review

February 26, 2010

Hey guys, I have a new book review for this week on John Green’s “Looking for Alaska.”

Please go and read it and let me know what you think about the book, if your interested in reading it or not, and what I can do to improve on my book reviews. I would appreciate it! Thanks!

Review on John Green\’s \”Looking for Alaska\”



February 9, 2010

So…I didn’t flake out on my news years resolution. I have been writing just not on my blog. I just got an internship to write for my school newspaper doing book reviews and every so often a world news article. Great opportunity, and I am so far pleased, especially since I am taking 12 hours this semester. I have time to do homework, read, and then write reviews for them. So I cannot complain. I hope my senior year Ill be able to do the same.

If interested in following my book reviews go to under exclusives every Wednesday and see moi! Also you guys can tweet me at…

I will try to blog more often, so if you are bored, come to moi. 🙂

So that’s the update!

Soap Operas

January 9, 2010

My mother is into Spanish, hysterical, soap operas. Every night of the week from 8 to 10 or just 8 to 9 pm (depending if it is good enough) She devotes her time to following the lives of these fake characters. Even when the soap is starting to really suck, she nods away the suggestions to not watch them and instead, sits down with her cup of cereal to wait out for a big event where a secret is revealed, someone has died off, or whatever. Watching these soap operas are a part of the Hispanic culture. The same with sexy outfits…but that’s on another note.

I am not trying to kick soap watchers in the shins when I talk about the faults of soap operas because as it turns out, I like watching them too. If I had the channel where I live, I’d watch them (well, the “good ones” anyways).  I look forward to the passionate or exaggerated acting in which people yell in anger, blubber through their tears, or ooze in cheesy happiness. There is a sort of satisfaction that comes with sitting down and having your heart melt when the hot male lead is being sexy by twirling his stubborn love into his arms and tells her sweet nothings so close to her face that she can taste, smell, and feel his breath (Like in the soap, Cuidado Con el Angel). Grrrr. lol

I know, I know! I could be way more productive by writing in my room during this vacation that will end way too soon. But I love the gooey feelings I get when the two main characters encounter and have a soft or feisty moment.Even as little girls we think of prince charming and play house as a wife. So it is almost engraved in our brains of a fantasy that doesn’t really exist. At least that is how it was for me. As a little girl I was Nala searching for my Simba in the prairies, or as Jasmine for my Aladan as I played with my toys. In high school I kept searching for my high school sweetheart but I ended up with…to put it softly… buttheads. I die when my current boyfriend does something romantic. I get crazy butterflies which is soooo addicting for a girl. Feeling special and being treated like so just makes our toes curl at the thought. Maybe I’m just a huge sensitive person, but I cant help it….I liiiiike it. lol Anyhow, the craving for romance, difficult or strong, never dies within a woman. sigh…..

Beyond Dirty Dancing

May 3, 2008

So I went to a club last night and all I can say is “wow”.  Im not a constant club go-er but I do like to dance. Last club I went to was the Inferno in Greensboro, NC and it was so much fun. They played “retro” music from the 70s to the 90s. The club had a cool dance floor that lit up and had a relaxing atmosphere. Now I went to this other club called the N-Club last night and I couldn’t believe my eyes! It was seriously like a place to go find sex. Girls were half naked and I’m not exaturating because if i can see some other girls boobs literally pop out of their bra….. or see a fold of an ass cheek, ya know there’s something too revealing in your outfit! Women were on the dance floor doing dirty moves as men stood on the outside of the dance floor with beers and cigarrette smoke while watching them. Its unbelievable how incredibly ugly this club was. Call me naive but I thought it was everyone on the dance floor just dancing away to some great hip hop beats. I expected everyone to be dancing not just 6 women in a circle going to the ground shaking their butts as men whispered to each other checking out their bodies! It was totally degrading! Then the DJ was trying to get everyone pumped up by telling them to stick up their middle fingers up and repeatedly say, “I DONT GIVE A FUCK!” When that was said, i finally concluded that this club was a place for ghetto people. That club had no class! It was like a place for women to act like hoes and men get to chose. REALLY?! Now I don’t listen to hip hop because it is not my type of music. However, I prefer hip hop when it comes to dancing because it has great beats. Yet last night i heard songs that were beyond wrong. Songs were describing women as “hoes” and also describing the oral sex that these women gave them! Drugs, sex, Drugs and more sex was the theme of every song but in the most racy way you can think of.  Friends warned me of the club’s reputation but i had no idea it was up to this extent. I would not feel safe there if I had not gone with my boyfriend and friends thats for sure!


Anyways, it is just sad to see women degrade themselves just to get a man’s attention! I mean, wow! Men are becoming more perverted because women don’t hold their class anymore. They just want to throw themselves out there like an open buffet line instead of prizing themselves and justifying their worth. Im disapointed in both sexes and it worries me too because the younger generation is copying these awful trends! My friend works at the YMCA and she said the club was not that big of a shock because she is used to seeing this behavior in middle school kids at parties at the YMCA……MIDDLE SCHOOL PEOPLE! I know if i have a child, whether boy or girl, I will drill into them what our current generations lack. Bill Cosby is fighting these ideas that younger people think is cool such as, rap music that has cuss words and terrible content, language, and etc.  Its ok for culture to evolve but we are evolving into something bad instead of something good! We need more people like Bill Cosby and such to bring back the morals that people today have forgotten.


My other friend went to this FLO RIDA concert at the N-CLub….whooo heee! She said it was graunchy because everyone was drunk and the people performing on stage brought these women up and made gestures of oral sex. He made them squat and put the women’s face into their crotches. WOW! Then these women started taking off their clothes, ON StAGE! I dont know, but to me it seems like something has to change!


March 31, 2008

I had a crazy…crazy dream last night. But I like it becuase it helped me realize some things afterwards (hated it during the dream).  It was about me and my boo and we were on this wierd adventure. 

It all starts out with Mike and I hugging and then all of a sudden in Walmart…a group of terrorists came and shot up the place telling everyone in Walmart to go into a dark cave.  For some reason, there was this big butt cave in the corner of walmart. I remember seeing a herd of people go in this cave in panic…which is weird.  Idk why mike was not with me but I ran for my life into the cave with everyone else and then saw a train. It was like those lil kid trains where you just step in and sit down. I got this sinking feeling that I was going to die, I was so scared all i wanted was Mike. This  white man with a whip wanted me to get in and i said i only wanted to sit with my baby, Mike. he kept trying to get me into the cart but refused like crazy. Then the guy  finally gave up and rolled his eyes. He said that Mike was is in the  retard section. I looked over to where he was pointing and saw my love staring off into space. I didnt care, all i wanted was to be with him and if he really was retarded, I wanted to take care of him in this time of crisis. But as the train started to move through a tunnel i whispered to Mike asking him if he was faking it and he looked over at me with his blue eyes glowing so beautifully and nodded. He then grabbed me and kissed me before the dude with a whip saw. As we went through the tunnel I saw Lindsey Lohan make out with this dude with no top on in the other dude’s shirt……What the hell right? haha Then we were stuck in this city and were made to work like slaves. This black guy with a whip started asking people in lines whether they accepted Christ as their lord and savior while in the background some building burned and the whole town was dressed up in the KKK outfits. I know i know….what the heck? Everytime someone said they didnt know Jesus, the black guy would whip them crazy. Turns out there was a witch over the city that was making all this evil come out. So i went and i dont rememeber how the hell i did it but i ended up caging her and burried this bottle that seemed to give her powers in the sand. She screamed and hollered as i left to bury the bottle. When I came back the witch told me that Mike had died. She said she had poisoned him with her eyes. I cried like a freakin kid who had all their limbs broken! I was like…..I dont want to live without him! I just want my baby! Bring him back,bring him back! I cant live without him! He is my life! And then i saw mike on this Aladdin bed beside the witche’s cave. I ran over and i kissed his dead body and hugged him sobbing like crazy. Then Mike woked up and carresed my head and said…”its alright baby im here.” And we just hugged and kissed…….It was a happy ending to a WIERD AND CRAAAAZY story!

Your problably wondering….why? Well idk I have the wildest dreams…dont get me started! But when i woke up i had tears in my eyes and i had this warm feeling of gratefulness that Mike was still alive. I also felt my love for him just beaaaaaaaaaaaam out of me like crazy becuase i was so close to losing him…in fact i did lose him and i couldnt stand it!  I am just so happy to have Mike in my life. Even though this dream was so funky, im glad i had it! I love my bf….i know i know im a cheeseball!