Why Wait..?

This blog is intended to reach out to those who wait for the perfect moment to achieve something that they have long desired, or to get that special somebody at the perfect time and place. Even if hardly anybody reads my blogs, I hope this will have some sort of affect upon readers.

If you had a limited time to live, let's say 3 months. What would you do before you died? Would you spend everyday with your friends and family to let them know just how much you love and care for them? Or would you decide to just let the time run out and just die in peace? Over the past week or so, I have begun to realize that we really never know when we are going to meet the Lord, so why should we wait until our life is at a near end to do the things that we've wanted to do all throughout our lives? Recently, I have made some amazing new friends from around the United States, all of whom I have had special, individual relationships with. By far, I'd like to thank each and every one of them for the impact they have imposed upon my life. They know who they are. They have made me realize that relationships have nothing to do with how long you've known them, but just how much in common you tend to be along with them. I've learned to become a better human being because of them: learning to work well and communicate with others, bonding during free time, and acting as if we've known each other for years and years. We became family after one day. So my point now is, why should it be at this time in my life for me to just realize what kind of person I am or what kind of person I have always had the potential to be? If I had 3 months to live, would I be satisfied with my surroundings? Would I look back and smile upon the relationships I've made with people? Or would I forget everything and everybody, die in peace and live on in Heaven? I don't know about you, but I would definitely want to cherish my relationships with those special people out there because they have been the main reason for the person I am today. Live life with no regrets.

Thanks Mr. Dickson hahaha

steps

lately as uncomfortable as it sounds, my mom has been talking about whether or not she should start dating. of course, im quite indifferent about the subject but what can i do? i can't just tell her not to see any guys for the rest of her life..especially when i move out to go to college. so i said...there are exceptions

1. no white guys
2. nobody who's shorter than I am
3. no police officers

so wouldnt that be some deep shit if she found a short white cop as a boyfriend?

if your reading this and wonderin "yo drey, what the fuck is the point to this?"

the answer is "there aint"

just felt like people might want to hear this even though it doesn't apply to mainly anybody.

Debate 2008

The Presidential Debate: 2008
Whether you were tuned in on Friday night to the nation’s presidential debate or not, it is reasonable to say that the first debate of the 2008 campaign was heated. Both presidential candidates, Barack Obama and John McCain, were faced with questions involving the nation’s most recent and important issues. From handling the war in Iraq to the recent Wall Street $700 billion bailout, both candidates voiced their opinions to a level where the results of who won the debate are unknown.
What Americans must take into consideration when watching a presidential debate would be first looking at the candidates’ appearance. You have a 47 year-old African American man and a 72 year-old Caucasian veteran from Arizona. Then their approach and responsiveness to the debate questions they were addressed. Sen. John McCain’s main focus was to state his opinion on how “inexperienced” Sen. Barack Obama is in his role in candidacy after just about every topic he encountered during the debate. He often refers to Obama’s statements as a form to show how much Obama “doesn’t’ understand” instead of focusing more on the current debate topic. He often referred to Barack Obama as “naive, green and inexperienced”. Barack Obama’s approach to the debate topics displayed much more knowledge and confidence than that of Sen. John McCain’s. His statements were very straight to the point which showed his confidence in the debate. He pointed out the fact of President Bush’s presidency led to 8 years of economic failure, whose policies had been supported by the ideals of John McCain. Because of Obama’s statement about the economic disaster, John McCain often repeated “foreign policy”, which led to Obama seeking defense against McCain’s statements.
This debate was indeed a very close and impactful debate. There were no sudden turning points, big mistakes or wrong moves made either John McCain or Barack Obama. For about 20 minutes, however, John McCain criticized Barack Obama even well after Jim Lehrer, the debate moderator, said “your two minutes are up”. Despite the both candidates’ separate political views and performance during the debate, both Barack Obama and John McCain both showed signs of appreciation to each other by shaking hands. In a way, you can look at it as both men having good sportsmanship.
“John mentioned me being wildly liberal. Mostly, that’s just me opposing George Bush’s wrongheaded policies since I’ve been in Congress.” –Barack Obama

Will write for food, clothes or cash.....

Just as the title says.

I'd do and take any opportunity I get to write for the public. Why? Simply because I love to write. Plain and simple. However, don't pay me to write your English essay or History term paper. Because I won't do it. Writing is one of the only things I can express through, as many can agree with. I love music, but I can't express through notes on a page...only words.

I like recognition. Magazines, newspapers, books...whatever! I'll write for it! Just give me, an aspriring writer, a chance to be heard, and to get my words out to the public. I just like to get as much experience as I can to make myself a better writer.

Got it?

significance of "one"

One represents everything i got.

one:
-mind
-life
-brain
-love
-purpose
-focus
-word
-blog
-chance
-opportunity
-parent
-home
-passion

Summer List

summer list

my summer to do's:

-slack off in health class and still get an A
-record hunting and bargaining.
-less myspace.
-get passed my 3rd chapter of my book
-read my FOUR summer reading books consecutively
-buy some more records
-hit up Da' Poetry Lounge.
-Venice beach with Jamie...then City Walk.
-barnes and noble chill out days.
-write more poems.
-make a book of poems.
-Jam session with my brotha Nick(if he comes back to Palmdale)
-Meet up with Ross(if he comes back to Palmdale)
-Learn to use FL studio so i can make beats.
-audition for Jr. Philharmonic orchestra
-sushi day with Heather and her momma
-graffitti around town...or in my backyard
-drum on buckets for cash
-watch Kenan n' Kel and Martin all day
-streetball with Joey
-enjoy not being in marching band!
-read screenplay
-get a new stereo system for my room.
-see if Cameron is still alive
-hang out with PK friends.
-go to Roscoe's chicken and Waffles again
-go to Downtown LA for no reason
-watch nine5one just to see what it's like to push someone in the pool while skanking.

Night Funeral in Harlem

Night funeral
In Harlem:

Where did they get
Them two fine cars?

Insurance man, he did not pay--
His insurance lapsed the other day--
Yet they got a satin box
for his head to lay.

Night funeral
In Harlem:

Who was it sent
That wreath of flowers?

Them flowers came
from that poor boy's friends--
They'll want flowers, too,
When they meet their ends.

Night funeral
in Harlem:

Who preached that
Black boy to his grave?

Old preacher man
Preached that boy away--
Charged Five Dollars
His girl friend had to pay.

Night funeral
In Harlem:

When it was all over
And the lid shut on his head
and the organ had done played
and the last prayers been said
and six pallbearers
Carried him out for dead
And off down Lenox Avenue
That long black hearse done sped,
The street light
At his corner
Shined just like a tear--
That boy that they was mournin'
Was so dear, so dear
To them folks that brought the flowers,
To that girl who paid the preacher man--
It was all their tears that made
That poor boy's
Funeral grand.

Night funeral
In Harlem.




-Langston Hughes

short story, novel or screenplay?

Ok so im over here, sittin my ass down on my desk and outlining my story. The plot line seems soo long and intriguing that it might not be a short story (as I have planned it to be) but it might end up being a novel. Maybe even a novel that can be easily turned into a screenplay. So whats, in it for me? shorten it..or lengthen it?

I brainstormed like crazy and gathered all my settings, influences and historical events happening during that time period. And so far, everything fits in. It's nice since it happened only with two tries. All I know is, as of right now, it won't be done for another couple of months....probably not until august or september since most of my writing will occur during the summer. Which means, you guys aint gonna be able to read none of it 'till its done! So don't ask cuz then i'll just say "NO"! I will be giving little hints about the storyline...if you ask...but unless its not done...then you won't know about it.

I'm just an asshole like that sometimes.





-Drey





btw. I haven't even got a title yet.

Quest to find the other half

It was around the holiday season and my English teacher assigned us to create ornaments containing the flags of our heritage and a quote. I used my favorite quote by Malcolm X: "We declare our right on this earth, to be a man, to be a human being, to be respected as a human being, to be given the rights of a human being, in this society, on this earth, in this day, which we intend to bring into existence, by any means necessary". So then I got my Philippines flag and put it on. But then I didn’t know what to do about my African-American side. Was I just supposed to guess and choose a random country or was I just going to let this whole "flag thing" slide? This made me think for a while.
When people see me, they usually think "black". It isn’t unusual to see me listening to hip-hop and jazz, to most people it’s called "black music", in my free time. I can also be seen at a local bookstore or library reading books about famous African-Americans in history. People tend to throw racial slurs at me when they see me acting like a "nigga". I face this reality in my everyday life, at the same time people like to ask me "Why don’t you act filipino?" So who am I to blame for these people’s narrow-minded comments?
People of all races today apply their knowledge of blacks based on what they see in today’s media and use it towards people of mixed culture, like me, and generalize the way I live my life. They tend to question my so-called "lack of decency" towards Filipinos. At the same time, the same people like to assume that I have relatives in Africa and that I’m related to Kunta Kente. I hear a lot of "you’re only half" and "you’re not full black" from them. But what they don’t realize is that I have a whole side of my family in the Philippines.Which means that I can ask my mom, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins about life and culture in the Philippines. But what they don’t understand is that I can’t do the same as I wish with my African-American side. I don’t have any living family whom I can go to in order to ask "where does our family originate?" and to find out whether or not my ancestors came here on a slave ship or not. My curiousity tends to grow even more every day.
To enhance my current black knowledge I still maintain my reading habits in order to make my knowledge of African Americans inclined into my everyday lifestyle. It is now my main ambition to find out why people act like how they do. Should blacks today who face this type of stereotyping be angry? Or should blacks just sit back and expect them to grow up themselves? But on top of it all I mainly focus on finding out the lost information that makes up half of who I am today. So that what I learn now can be spread to everyone who doubts me and of course spread this knowledge to my kids in the future.

Peace ya’ll. "

My closest experience with racism

Defeat The White Man...

and his narrowminded philosophy on evil between the races.
How I had a white boy tell me MY history (not his) and background when he clearly has no idea what he's talking about.and how white people have nothing to do with the enslavement of africans 400 years ago. I mean come on...the dude told me..."your great great grandfather was a slave"...who the fuck is you tryna sit up in here and tell me my roots...and to end it off saying "no offense, but this is not kosher". and having him say the word "colored".

*for those of you in marching band..you may know who I am talking about*

Ana is over here tryna calm me down so I don't have to bust a rick james on him!
I listened to his bojankity ass history lesson on "philosphy and race" and was entirely outraged by his false statements on putting the black race in disposition and disgrace.When others heard it...they tried calming me down and saying "don't listen to him...he's never right anyways"

by the way. the title of this bulletin might have you thinking I am a racist against whites or how I dont like whites or whatever. I do have white friends. I am not a follower of black supremecy or a racist or an isolator of race or whatever you wanna call me. It's just to inform readers that shit like this still exists. and ignorant people out there dont care