Wobbling over to Weebly

As per a new era of my blog, I have decided to Move from WordPress. It was a good run you guys, but I Am ready to say bye bye. No not to blogging but to the site! I am now moving to a Site called Weebly! I want to try this out and I am really excited about it! I even changed the name of my blog. I am not “The Daily Babble!” I thought this was a good idea since I realized that my posts are always all over the place. A mass of Confusion, which fits oh so perfectly! ^.^ I hope you guys follow me as I move! I love you all, but for now, farwell wordpress! It was fun while it lasted!

 

http://thedailybabble.weebly.com/

 

That’s the link to where you can find me now!

People Care TOO much

I wasn’t going to write a post today because exams are here and I have finals to study for as well as projects to finish. However, a recent incident provoked me into venting or else I would have a building rage inside of me and most likely would take it out on the nearest person. As to prevent an unwarranted outburst, I took to the blog where it is safer (physically) for others.

I learned some unfortunate news via facebook and like most news of this category, I find that is completely DISRESPECTFUL to post such things on net before even being sure if the family or close friends of the person are aware. Worst if the situation is only a rumor and has not been proven true by of course the family or news. Because of this, I wrote a post and it went as such:

“My timeline went from 0 – 200 in less than a 60 seconds. When you all hear rumors I beg that you learn the facts before you subject others to premature heart attacks. It’s only right and respectful because you never know whom you are hurting when you post something that turns out to be false! Especially in cases of death!”

The case, is in fact, of death. That was my status. My aim was not to hurt anyone and as you can clearly see, if your comprehension skills are up to par, it basically says that if you are not sure if someone has passed, don’t write about it on Facebook because it is disrespectful.

So I get a phone call about it from one of my friends whom, basically tells me to take it down because I don’t know who I will make mad because of it.

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For one, I didn’t insult anyone, I didn’t attack anyone, I was pretty polite and used excellent mannerisms as opposed to going “Shut the Fuck up if you don’t know if it’s true” Which is really what I was thinking.

Secondly, I’m not about to pull the “It’s my facebook, I can write what I want” stunt, because while it is true, that doesn’t make it right, however, what I will say, is that If you become aggravated because of something I write, then most likely it is because you’re possibly guilty of what I am writing of, easily offended, and all around childish. My statuses, while they may come off as harsh, are usually things people are THINKING but are too busy pussyfooting around the matter or just too chicken to say it. So, I say it and I say it kindly (lately because I am not always this kind).

You know why people don’t say the things they really want to say? It’s not because they are considerate or believe in “Have nothing nice to say then say nothing.” No, it’s because they care too much about how others will perceive them if they voice their opinion.

And THAT right there is the problem with Society. Especially Virgin Island Society. Everyone wants to voice an opinion only when their opinion follows the standards of the opinions of others. Majority of the time, when they post opinions about hard hitting situations, their “Opinions” are EXACTLY THE SAME as the others that have posted before, only worded differently. It’s like reading the same sets of statuses over and over and while people think they are getting a point across, they are not. So we end up stagnant in this perpetual cycle of POINTLESS thoughts because everyone was too busy being a copy cat. That too is why nothing changes. I compare it to how the government is ran. They’re keeping the same set of workers (opinions and thoughts) and not incorporating new ones,  thus leaving no room for GROWTH.

I am not going to be mum because I may hurt someone’s feelings. Perhaps they need their feelings to be hurt.

I am sick and tired of learning about deaths through facebook before there is any clarity of the situation and I am sure that the families and close friends of these people feel the same. It is downright disrespectful and if you feel that I am “Going to make someone mad” by saying so, then so be it. Let them Be mad. I could not care less.

Oh and let’s all be prepared for the picstitches, the long statuses about how long they knew the person or were so close, the “We need to come together // do better as a community” statuses, and The whiners going “This only happens in the VI” whom are followed by the “I’m moving out of the VI” to go, oh you know, the states where people get blown up running, shot in movie theaters, schools, churches, the list goes on.

Yeah. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of this cycle. It’s the same pattern, by the SAME SET OF FUCKING PEOPLE, every single time and you know what, it’s gotten to the point where I don’t even think they are saying these things to be considerate. I think they are saying it to get likes, to seem sympathetic and of course to follow the “Opinion trend.”

That is all.

Peace.

Almost doesn’t count with College

TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF THE SEMESTER!!!!!! for UVI (the university of the Virgin Islands). Can you tell that I am hella excited? I sure hope you can! Exams are next week then I am Free At last! Free At Last! Thank God Almighty.

But then I have to return the following two weeks after for summer Classes and then after those 6 weeks are over, I have to come back in august…or is it September? Regardless, I have to come back, and suffer all over again.

Which is why Almost doesn’t count with College.

There is nothing more aggravating than having someone sit there and tell you “Well, you’re almost over.” *Insert their stupid smiling face*. You could have kept that statement to yourself. It’s not reassuring. All you’re doing is reminding me that I have to return to this hellish place, the bane of my existence, because it ISN’T over.

I think, for most college students, the sentence we really want to hear is “CONGRATULATIONS, YOU’VE GRADUATED” and everything else that doesn’t say that is worthless.

It’s like highschool all over again. I’m always excited the first day of classes because it means another semester is about to go by. Then I hate the rest of the semester until the very last day. It’s a system if you will. You don’t mess with the system. And “Almost” doesn’t apply in the system. The system is black and white. I am in college until I am no longer in college either by graduation or dropout…regardless, there is no almost here.

It’s like having that teacher that returns your test and goes “Oh, you almost passed!” Yeah, I bet that makes you feel giddy about that big ass F you just received.

That aside. SCHOOL IS OUT!!!!!

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Release the brain fart

I began this year doing pretty well with my weight loss. I was putting effort into eating right, I was going to PT on time, I was doing extra PT at home. I mean, I was a fucking beast. I can do at least 3 pushups now. That may not mean much to you, but for someone with no upper body strength and who was pretty much a lazy piece of shit that means plenty! I’m sure I can run and do more situps than I ever could before.

However, now I seem to be going backwards instead of forward. I don’t know what happened. Maybe it was the building stress, maybe it was hormones, maybe it was the lack of sex, who really knows. But one day I got up and I was pretty much going food crazy. I was eating everything like a mad woman.

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I would then look at my growing pudge and tell myself, It’s okay, You can work it off tomorrow…I’m still waiting for tomorrow to come.

I have this one friend that has a habit of putting me down all the time. Friends apparently do that, but there’s a certain tone and process that one goes about when insulting a friend. For one, when you can obviously see that they feel gross, you don’t tell them that they are gross. It hurts, it sucks, and for a while I felt like absolute shit and wanted to stab her in the eye with a ballpoint papermate black ink pen. I sat in my bedroom and wallowed for a bit while the voice in my head was going “I am a fucking loser” with my hands widespread in the air, shouting up to the rainbows. Then I got over it. I literally woke up and said this bitch has nothing on me. And you know why? Because I’m awesome. duh.

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I haven’t written about love in a while and let me tell you, not thinking about that shit has done wonders for my health. I love my boyfriend dearly and although things seemed rough for a moment, I realized that it was all in my head. I was manifesting problems that were not there because my heart is obviously full of shit, So I had to remind her kindly to mind her gotdamn motherfucking business and that her job was pump blood and not a damn thing else.

I’ve seen people do some crazy shit for love and It concerns me a little. I mean, if the world was the kind of place where you had to shoot yourself to show your love, I’m sure a lot of people would be dead. Why? Because they like the attention and want to make it seem like they have the perfect love life. Now, I’m not saying I don’t love my boyfriend enough to shoot myself, but If I had to, I was shooting myself in the leg. The thigh preferably. I mean, I love you, but I’m not a friggin idiot.

To add to that, Have you noticed how people make everything harder than it should be? A yes or not question can turn into an essay sometimes and I think that’s what makes things difficult. Be honest with yourself. Sometimes you may be wrong, but shit, it’s better than beating around the bush. At the end, your choices are what matters. Ask me if I want to beat certain people in the head with a 40 pound rucksack. Of course I do. I’ll tell you yes. I’ll yell it to the high heavens. That doesn’t mean I’m going to do it though….yet.

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Jurassic Park is in 3D, so it’s pretty much like Titanic and the Lion King on the list of movies that are ancient but were remade so you can see the shit flying at you to give you a semi-heart attack and so you can waste your money to see the exact same fucking movie you watched a decade ago.

But I digress.

I saw someone write “Rawr” means I love you in dinosaur. And I admit, I used to write it too because it sounded cute…until I realized how moronic it is. This isn’t “A land before time” Little foot may have made you believe that dinosaurs are cute and musical but Even little foot can stomp the shit out of you on a good day just because she/he/it could. What the hell was little foot anyways? A guy? If so, clearly he needed to hit puberty with that high pitched, whiny voice.

If you have never seen Jurrasic Park or any dinosaur movie, then I suggest you take a gander at them and you will learn that “rawr” doesn’t mean “I love you” it means “I’m going to fucking eat you.”

You know what’s sexy? Suits and Uniform oh, and my guy’s sleepy voice.  I don’t know why but these make my hormones levels raise to heights that would one would consider above and beyond normal.

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Peace.

An Eye for an Eye in the VI

Today, The Virgin Islands lost yet another young man in an act of senseless violence.

Just yesterday I was thinking to myself, it has been a while since someone died over the weekend, and I was praising the change that I thought was coming. I honestly believed that we, as a people, were growing above the pathetic, uncivil and moral less behavior that was becoming a normal custom to the Islands.

But I was wrong.

It saddens me to think that we are still living in such a state. No, It SICKENS me. Had we not learned anything from Monday’s tragedy in Boston? Had we not learned that every life was precious? Apparently not.

What worries me now, is the retaliation that is sure to follow and that soon to come retaliation is why I am writing this post.

The young man was well known and it seems he had many friends. Of them, I saw many posts that spoke of revenge, an eye for an eye. The rage written in these posts sent a shiver down my spine as I know that all it will do is leave yet another bloody and mournful path for us to walk on.

An eye for an eye does not bring justice. Revenge nor any form of vigilante justice will bring peace to his soul. All it will do is create a domino effect and leave a trail of bodies at our wake.

Revenge is never the answer. No matter how much you feel that someone “deserves” death, you are not God, you do not have the right to take the life of another, and all you will be doing is setting yourself up to become the very person that you just put to death.

Murdering a Murderer Makes you a Murderer too.

You cannot fight Hatred with More Hatred.

Do not blind yourself with revenge nor fill your hearts with darkness.

Everyone believes that they are fighting the good fight by wishing death on another after a crime is committed, however, if this keeps up, There won’t be a VI to fight for.

Think about it.

Peace. And R.I.P Troy Dubs Joseph.

Losing Weight

I stopped tracking my weight loss progress because I felt like I was too enamored with with results and not putting in enough effort to get those results.

I woke up this morning, well, afternoon… Tomato tomahto, and I decided to try on this dress that I’ve had in my closet for years. On several occasions I was supposed to wear this dress, but my body would not fit in it, and if it did, the zipper would not yield to my direction and go up.

I was prepared to face defeat once again as I tried on the dress, shimmying my rump into the fabric. As I zipped myself up, thinking “Here we go again” I realized that the zipper had yet to stick.

And then I was in it.

After years of not being able to get into the damned thing, it went on with far too much ease. For a moment, I assumed I was still dreaming, until my grandmother walked in and Told me that If I bent over it would probably fall apart. There is probably some truth to that. While I did fit into the dress, I feared that the right deep breath or the odd position would unravel the entire thing.

BUT DAMN DID I FEEL GOOD GETTING INTO IT!

So, I count this is as progress. I hope that one day I can wear it and bend over and nothing happens.

Till then, I’lll continue with my walks, runs, and other fitness routines. Fitting into this dress is but one goal accomplished. Until I have abs, then I have not reached my goal.

Peace and WOOHOO to me!

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Readers

I was asked the other day if I knew who my dedicated readers were.

To be honest, I stopped caring about who read my blog or even my story a while back. It’s kind of why I stopped complaining about it. I write because I like to write and if someone reads and enjoys it then that’s great. I don’t get much likes or comments, but that’s fine. There aren’t a lot of views either but I’m not complaining. This is more for me than anything else.

It’s nice to get a comment or like here and there so I know exactly who is paying attention instead of just a random number to say someone was here. I’m not an out there person in the internet world or even in the real world so I know it would take time before I’m truly noticed. It’s not like I write anything that’s going to win me an award on this thing anyways. I appreciate everyone who comes out, and honestly, it does make me feel awesome when you do, but again that’s not why I do this.

As for my story, If you didn’t know, I am updating a story regularly (Well, regularly now) on Wattpad. You can find it here. http://www.wattpad.com/story/3833753-a-feral-affair It doesn’t have a lot of reads, nor comments either, but I do know at least two people who keep up with it and bite my head off when I stop updating. I enjoy what I am doing. I want to take it further than just being on the internet for fun. I want to make this a career. The support is limited but that’s okay. It’s a growing process and I am developing patience. Rome wasn’t built in a day as they say.

So, again thanks to everyone who’s reading. Love you guys! Thanks! And when, not if, when I make it, I’ll never forget you.

Peace.