Resolutions | January 1, 2018

It’s hard to believe that it’s already 2018! Like I said in my previous reflection post, 2017 was a tough year, but let’s make 2018 a year of forgiveness, love and gentler notions.

Personally, I learned a lot about myself. I say this every year, but this year was more tumultuous with a new relationship starting up and the beginning of adulthood as well as rounding off my undergraduate career. I know with each that passes, it’s going to increase in action and adventure especially this upcoming year as I’m potentially may be moving to another location as I start working, a new chapter in my life. It’s daunting, but I’m looking forward to it.

2018 resolutions:

  1. Be unapologetically myself
  2. Say “thank you” more than “I’m sorry”
  3. Buy more flowers, cakes and enjoy myself more
  4. Limit using social media
  5. See more sunsets
  6. Constant conversation with God
  7. Strengthen my body & mind

Happy new year!

Read last year’s resolutions!


L’enfer, C’est Les Autres | Quick Piece Breakdown

Hello everyone,

What an unexpected story after a long hiatus! I hope you enjoyed it!

L’enfer, C’est Les Autres

For starters, the title is French and it means, Hell is other people which was uttered by Jean-Paul Sartre who was the author of the famous, one-act play, No Exit. I haven’t read this play before because I literally just Googled “Famous French Quotes” in order for me to have a striking title that would fit my piece. Despite my ignorance, I suggest that you read it and I will eventually. The phrase is quite fitting for my piece since it deals with “the other person” as “hell”.

In middle school, I had opted to take French instead of Spanish because I loved the sound of it and I wanted to visit France one day. But while I was prepared to eat all the delicious pastries, I wasn’t prepared to digest the tough grammar. Since I went to a small school, everyone who eventually made it to the AP French, I had been with since middle school. As we advanced through French, I got worse at it and I got used to receiving grades dipping into the 30s. Yes, I admit that I had my lazy moments where I refused to study the conjugation patterns. I kept my cool even though other people started to freak out more since I knew how I learned materials best and my learning pace.

The couple of sentences at the beginning of the story were true. Someone had gotten a decent grade and cried over it while I received a reminder that I had to get my lazy-ass up to study. From there, I decided to spiral the story around my annoyance in seeing this reaction over a grade that I would’ve loved to receive. The violent instinct became the epitome of hatred. When you hate something, you typically want it to not exist. While I’m not going to reveal my intended ending, rest assured that the narrator of the story didn’t kill the girl.

The main point of this story is about academics and the short-term or long-term consequences it may have. What if the blond girl had very strict parents who would only allow grades higher than a 90? How come the narrator seemed to feel helpless about how to mediate the low grade? Why is there such unnecessary heavy burden and competition on grades? If education is a privilege, then why does it feel so suffocating at times?

I wanted to invoke a dialogue about education and how to better the aspect of learning where it doesn’t revolve around so much competition and hierarchal goals, but rather, it should involve proper interest and understanding of the education received.

I hope you enjoyed my piece!


Randal | Quick Piece

I found a duck in my toilet today. Usually I’m never at my brightest self in the morning, but I knew that something wasn’t right. I closed my eyes and screamed, hoping that it would go away, that I was still dreaming and that I should’ve eased up on my work. Instead, I heard a dignified quack and gave up on a shower. I sighed and headed back to my room, changed into my running gear and found myself pounding two miles with ease. Yet, with each step I took, the to-do list in my head grew longer and I couldn’t wait to get home.

When I got home, my roommate now cradling the duck, greeted me. “That duck was yours?” I said without thinking. “You know it was sitting in the toilet.” She laughed and shook her head. “Oh, classic Randal. He always likes to get himself into weird places. Wherever there’s water, he’ll be there.” I continued staring at her. The duck quacked at me and I frowned. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I got a pet duck. I just wanted to switch things up from a fish or a cat. Anyways, his name is Randal and he’s pretty chill.” she casually said. I always knew she was a strange one, but she always knew how to keep things interesting. I sauntered into my room and heard the soft padding of the duck’s feet following me and quickly slammed the door before it made its way to me. From a distance, I could already hear my roommate calling out to the duck, the duck’s feet softly padding back to her. I stripped down and wrapped a towel around myself and tip toed to the bathroom, glad that Randal wasn’t sitting in the toilet again. As the water ran down my back, I thought about work in a couple hours. Honestly, it’s so dreadful because all I do is make copies for my supervisor and bring him coffees and snacks whenever he wants. Technically I’m supposed to be the assistant, but I feel like I’m just his bitch. I shut off the shower and feel the cool breeze hit my wet skin when I hear a quack. Without peeling back the shower curtains, I screamed for my roommate. “Hey Adelina! Your fucking friend, Randal here is chilling with me in the toilet when all I want is some quiet and private time in the shower!” I squatted in the tub and wrapped my towel around myself, taking time to peek around the corner only to catch the gaze of the damn duck. “What you looking at, punk? You’re going to make me late.” It stared back at me and quacked again and I flipped it off. “Alright alright, I’ll come get my Randal.” my roommate came in and laughed, speaking directly to the duck. “Why do you love the toilet so much? You just love to chill in there, don’t cha?” I gave a sigh of relief once my roommate left with the duck, cradling it in her arms, ignoring the fact that toilet water was dripping down her arms. I dried myself and headed back to my room, got dressed and sat on my bed, savoring every minute before I had to go to work. As I was heading out the door, my roommate was sitting in the living room stroking the duck. She jokingly said, “Maybe you should learn to be like Randal — chill and adventurous.” For some reason, that phrase stuck with me and after I came back from work, I wandered over to the bathroom in hopes of seeing Randal. Instead, I found him sitting in my room, looking as content as ever. Slowly, I approached it and whispered, “Who knows, maybe I could learn a thing or two from you.” In acknowledgement, the duck softly quacked back at me.

Inherently Bad | Quick Piece

Note: This story contains images of crime, violence and grief/loss. If you are sensitive to these issues, I would suggest not reading this piece. Please read my Quick Piece Breakdown for further explanation. I wanted to give a warning because of what’s happening overseas.

We were watching our usual crime scene show with the faux blue and red flashing before our eyes as the police step out of their cars to face the crime scene. I looked at my girlfriend, Jolie, her eyes widening as the crime scene slowly unfolded with the shining red dripping from all corners of the room. Cue the credits and ending music as well as a loud groan from Jolie. “That was so good!” she said as she stretched, her beautiful hair cascading down her back. “I’m not sure if I can wait for next week!” I jumped up from the couch and started stretching with her, purposely bumping my arms into her. “Man, I’m so tired right now!” she yawned and sat on the floor. We sat together in silence, listening to the throbbing of our apartment complex. “Do you think people are inherently bad?” she said. I couldn’t see her face anymore, but something wavered in her voice. “That episode must’ve really gotten to you.” I said, feeling her breathing. She shook her head and got up to get ready for bed. By the time I finished getting ready, she was already fast asleep.

“What is it?” I called down the hall while rubbing the gunk out of my eyes. “What’s happening?” Loud pounding sounded at my door and when I cracked it open, a brisk morning breeze and two police officers met me. “Can I help you?” I mumbled. It was still too early for me to comprehend anything. “Mr. Berry, we have some unfortunate news.” the officer on the left said. I looked up at him and saw his eyes stern, but hurt. “You probably want to sit down for this.” I was still confused about what was happening, but I lead them inside where they perched themselves onto my couch. I sat in front of them and the next fifteen minutes were the worst moment of my life. They started off slow, but the story picked up pace as they explained to me that my dear Jolie set the neighbor’s house on fire, the neighbors who had just moved in and then burst into the house in an attempt to save them. They explained to me that they weren’t sure about her intentions, but they were sorry for my lost. As if their sorry would mean anything to me. As if they understood what it felt like to suddenly be devoid of my beloved. And as quickly as they had arrived, they left. The house fell silent, but the silence was so painful with the ringing in my ears, reminding me of Jolie.

It’s been a week since the incident. My beard has grown long and patchy, take-out boxes litter my floor with small biospheres starting to form. I read through the text messages last sent from Jolie for the thousandth time today. I can do whatever I want.


A Quiver in Reality | Quick Piece Breakdown

A Quiver in Reality

This piece is about a walk someone takes when they notice something off, but they can’t identify what it is. It could be taken figuratively or literally. When I thought about what to write about for this week, I looked through a list I made on my phone that has a bunch of random occurrences that I could spin a story out of and one of them was when I felt a cold blast of wind followed by a warm blast of wind. It really baffled me, so I decided to transform it into a supernatural occurrence. If there’s anyone out there well versed in science, please tell me what I experienced!

I’ve noticed that my writing has taken a turn to mashing my poetic voice into longer pieces and they give me the opportunity to really explore my voice and play around with words, but it doesn’t really help with developing the skill for appealing to readers rather than writers. With that being said, I’m going to be more conscious with what I’m going to write and eventually evolve to combine these writing traits, so any other writers out there please help me out with this!

Alright, enough about me – onto the story.

This story starts off with an attempt to normalize the abnormality with the different students wearing random costumes on Halloween as if that were the only thing that could be weird about the situation, but it’s just a normal day for the narrator. Along comes a “quiver in reality” or just a strange breeze that causes the narrator’s day to take a slight and new turn. It really makes the narrator self-conscious, but in the end, they learn to accept it and move on.

There are a lot of ways to interpret what the “quiver in reality” could be. It could be an unexpected change. It could actually be a random shift in atmosphere pressure such as with my personal accounts. It could mean that in the future, something will happen, but all in all, it’s never something that you could truly prepare for.  This story has a strong tone of what to do when negativity arises and oftentimes you’re left alone, but you just have to learn to move forwards.

Anyways, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!



Resolutions | January 1, 2017

Hello everyone and happy new year!

We made it to 2017!

2016 was a crazy year for the world and for me, it wasn’t actually that bad. I grew closer with my friends and I started to figure out more things about myself. It’s like I’m on a rocket ship and the prior years were all about building the rocket and making sure everything is running properly. In flight, you’ll always have to make adjustments but you’re finally blasting off. Heck, you may need to change your course a couple of times to make sure you avoid that astroid or smash into that planet. Sometimes a passenger would accidentally eat a cookie and crumbs would get everywhere, clogging the mechanics, but it’s all okay. Cookies remain great and things will be fixed whether or not via having another cookie (that’s specifically made for space) or cleaning things up.

To those of you who have protested about 2016, welcome to 2017! You made it and here’s the given opportunity to make things better. Hold onto your loved ones and make sure your loved ones know that they are loved especially by you. Shake off what made 2016 so terrible and welcome 2017 with open arms. The past is left behind and what carries you forward are lessons learned.

2017 Resolutions:
1. Live in the moment.
2. Don’t spread myself thin – Love myself.
3. Laugh more and often.
4. Be in awe like a child.
5. Constant dialogue with God.
6. Don’t forget about those who have impacted your life.

By putting these out there, I’m allowing you to keep me accountable. Based on last year’s list, I feel like I lightly touched on them, so for this year, I want to be more conscious of it and make a deep impact with my resolutions. I have a feeling this is going to be a year full of dynamism well, because I graduate from college the next year (semester by the time I write the next resolutions post) and learning about independency even more.

Here it goes!