Dear Mr. President,

I'm starting to lose hope in the American Dream. It's been two years that I graduated from the University and continue to seek for a job that pays better. Every time I see the news and how scarce the job market is I wonder when this whole nightmare will be over. I'm starting to question the validity of higher education was it even worth it. Who would of ever predicted that this economy was going to be in such a mess. When the house market started to fall apart and families began losing their homes the media was easy to blame the owners for falling behind on their payments. Many people fought hard to continue living the American dream of owning a home, but that slipped away. I wonder if you ever had collectors calling you everyday or every other day asking you to pay them. Telling you, "Why can't you borrow money from your friends or a family member?" And you sitting on the other side trying not to break into tears, because if you had the money fuck you wouldn't be talking to the collectors at all. You desperately apply to every job possible, but no one gives you a chance to prove yourself in their company. You don't have any experience in the field, but your degree is pretty fancy and nice keep hanging that expensive paper on your wall. All I'm saying Mr. President that when you needed my vote I supported your dream. It is about time to help the people that voted for you, I'm sorry that I didn't have enough money to give to your campaign only if I made a few more dollars I think I would of sponsored you.Perhaps, you would of taken a closer look at what the regular citizens truly needs jobs. I think it is a little too late my dad has become one more percent of the unemployed. It is so sad to see your own father who for many years has been the provider of the household having to tell his children he has no job. But that he is still very fortunate that all his kids were able to finished their degrees. I wish I could provide for him the same way he provided for me all these years.

Walmart Boy Chronicles...

This will be like my special edition writing about a random boy...That I am never going to have a true conversation with or ever bump into on an ordinary day....

I went to Walmart today with my sister. We needed to buy shampoo, soap, and toothpaste and other things...We walked to the Walmart and I look to my left were the cashiers are and I don't see him...It is a bit hard to pretend that you are not looking if you make eye contact with a man that can be your father...and when you try to look that direction once again you make another sudden contact with a slutty looking girl...and you just turn away and forget about your objective of finding the cashier boy you want get in the line for...

My sister was able to find the things we needed quickly...and it was time to pay...I'm not quite sure what made my sister and I go by the aisle ten items or less...and guess what...Yes indeed, there he was...I made my sister stand in that line...She kinda gave me a look because the line that was next to the 10 items or less aisle was shorter...but I convinced her that the line was shorter, but the people had more things to purchase...

There he was scanning away and bagging customers purchases...It seemed like he had dyed his hair a bit more and he was wearing his Walmart blue shirt and his name tag was not facing the customer...I remembered what my friend had told me that I should try finding out his name...but no luck with that...He didn't say anything at all to the people in front of me...He just scanned and bagged...

When it was the turn of the elderly lady in front of me...He said something to her...because she had an open bag of peanuts that he was going to scan through and the elderly lady also told him to put her groceries in her recycled bag...(she was saving the planet)...Then it was my sister and I...I thought he wasn't going to say anything to us...but I was wrong he said..."How are you guys doing?"....my sister never answers to people who are trying to be nice...I just say "good." He then asked if all of the things I had put in the counter was all together...and I said "yes"...Our eyes met...How can you literally have a conversation? you technically can't....

and then he bagged our things...I grabbed my first bag and I failed to spin the black thing were he had bagged the other things...He was nice and spin it for me and then he said..."Have a nice day.." I smiled and said "Thanks."

I'm pretty sure when he gets bored of not saying anything he then says something...Or I just get lucky that he says something to me...(probably not)...He might not even think much when I stand in his aisle to purchase my things by him...I don't care if I have to stand a long time waiting in his line...ha, ha...But the little moment makes a difference for me to write about it.....He will never know it is about him...because he will never read this blog...

Pastilla Luv....

Mi Jolt of Happiness Pastilla...

Pastilla is the band that has always been there for me musically in every moment...I can literally say that I grew up with my favorite band...Their albums have always been with me since I started my college years and beyoooond...and I'm going to grow old with them...ha, ha...I was feeling a bit sad today...and I was watching You Tube Videos and I found this song that I hadn't heard from them...I swear to you all that I danced in my room...

Currently Obsessing on Luna is Honey...

New Thoughts...

I was thinking about writing a poem about a "Superhero"...My friend told me that in her favorite comic book shop that is called Nostalgic Comixxx...It is located in Alhambra..there is going to be an open mic night...where you can read a poem...
This poem will be the first one of this year that I would write...
I haven't written a poem since 2008...
It's been a long time...
but I want the words to flow on their own...
My poems get made in the most random places like when I am walking or when I'm driving...
Then I rush home to write them up...

A Nostalgic Feeling...

I have to be quite honest, but I was feeling a bit nostalgic yesterday...I was watching music videos of Yoko Ono and John Lennon and the way their love story was so magical...the music the art..I never thought that the whole issue of not being in a relationship has never made me feel so lonely...but for some reason yesterday I was thinking about how great it will be to have my heart feel something special for another human being...having someone to technically hold hands with and share a couple of laughs with...perhaps even grow old with them...

I never been the girlfriend type,
or the insecure one...if someone is with you is because they are willing to love every inch of you and the need to be jealous should not be even a consideration..

But as I laid in my bed I just wondered if there was a boy out there who was feeling the same kinda way like me...if they are so unlovable...perhaps unapproachable..

I never have felt the need to be desperate for affection...I just wanted to happen on its own..
A couple of words...
and the heart wanting more...
a nice conversation...
that will glue the whole moment into a blissful memory..
and endless possibility..