Conversation with a Mind Alike..."The Thrill of the Wait"

I guess this is some sort of a spin off to..."At Waitings End", check it out. A couple days ago, I gained new perspective in the topic of, Waiting. It's interesting how we can think about one thing, and see it in a million different views, here's view # 834, 102. I'm also going to dedicate this post to my friend Ryan Smith, who wrote a peice that inspired this. Thanks.

I heard chivalry's back in style, but why go to jupiter and back to get what we want? When 99 roses, 85 love letters, 152 gifts later, we're still in the same place we were when we had taken off?

This whole thing, is just one big game of tag. An open field of people and we just go around tagging whomever we choose. We tag someone, they're it and maybe they'll tag you back. Then someone else tags us and we're back to the races. We're always, chasing. It's, tiring.

I guess, rather than choosing who to chase. It's wondering who will chase you. Everyone is worth the chase, why don't we just wait. For that person, who will respond to your flare gun signal and hop on Usain Bolt's back to come and get you. I'd rather play, duck, duck, goose. Sit in a circle, til someone comes around and pats my head....

Like, Like, Like, Like....

Love.

That's a hope worth waiting, and a chase we know we're going to win. - God is Love

Conversation with Rufio..."Thimbles and Cushions"

"Do you know what a kiss is?"

I entered my family party and I go around the living room with thimbles and cushions prepared for all my aunts and grandparents. To me, it's a gesture of respect.

I entered practise and go around the studio with thimbles and cushions in my shoes for all the others that will squeak in unicen as we dance on the floor. To me, it's a gesture of union.

I entered a basement and drifted through the circles with thimbles and cushions mixed in with a soft drink for the people who make my life a summers more exciting. To me, its a gesture of friendship.

I entered an office and opened my laptop with thimbles and cushions to a dream turned reality for a family that's not lead but leads. To me, it's a gesture of trust.

I entered a restaurant and pulled out a chair with thimbles and cushions in my pocket for a game of chance and destiny. To me, it's a gesture of hope.

We place levels of significance on things like hugs and kisses. A kiss might be personal, a kiss might be social. A hug might be friendly, a hug might be, a start. Sometimes they're misunderstood, sometimes they get lost in complication. Why can't it ever simply, just be, thimbles and cushions. Do I know what a kiss is? Well, I guess I'll know once I'm given one. - God is Love

Conversation with Self Made..."This Love, This Dream, This Young"

"Blogger's gon' catch feelin's"

"But it always boils down to, doing what you love, and NOTHING ELSE"

It was never about raw talent, it was always about raw imagination. Writing, his dream. His business, his dream catcher. A quick "Conversation" with the 20 year old from Vncvr.

I: So, most people don't know who you are but I do, so why don't you give me a quick intro on who you are and what it is that you do.

D: Okay, shuhr. Donnel Garcia, well, my real last name's Barroso but I use my mothers maiden name in my writing. Well, basically, I'm a writer. I'm not professional, yet, but I'll get there. I don't really think you need the "professional" title to be a writer but I'll go to school for it for the head office folks.

I: What do you mean "head office folks"?

D: For you people. I'm not going to get a job if I put "I got a blog and journal" on my resume y'know?

I: Your blog, "readingisfree.blogspot.com", recieved a lot of attention down here just by word of mouth.

D: Yeah, so I've heard

I: You don't know?

D: I have one of those google analytics on my blog but I never check it. I must get a lot of views if I'm getting interviewed right? (he laughs)

I: (I laugh) Yeah I guess so huh. Tell us about where you're from? Vancouver.

He sits a little bit more upright when I ask him this question. As if I've gained his attention.

D: There's too much to say. I love that city. Unfortunately, government cut Arts funds which is one of the reasons for the move down here. The beautiful thing is we have this arts culture that's just waiting to erupt. I'm getting antsy just talking about it right now. We've yet to get super recognition of the work we do in Vncvr, but the winter Olympics are fast approaching so I hope the city opens the worlds eyes to us, cause it's really a very beautiful place. Check the license plates.

I: Why do you think the scene there isn't as big as other major North American cities?

D: I know people gon' catch feelins when I answer this but I think it's the cultural and age gap in the city. I know there's great people, great artists doing great things for our Vancouver arts scene but most of these companies and people I've never heard of because of the age gap. There's a great company called "Cause+Effect" but I've never heard of them until a couple months ago because these guys are a good 7 er 8 years older. When they started thier company I was still in the 10th grade sitting in the science lab playing with buntzen burners. If there was a way we could connect the older generation with the younger, wow. The outcome would be more than I can imagine.

I: So Nonducor, you believe could bridge that gap?

D: Well, we intend to try. Realisticaly, we want to build our generation, so in the future there aren't any gaps between companies like ours to companies that will come up 8 years later. We're trying to get ahead and looking for younger people, younger than myself, highschool students who want to get out there. I want to build respect amongst my peers and generation for kids in 8th grade and 9th grade to ask me "Hey Donnel, what can I do to be successful". I guess I killed two birds with one stone because I know you were going to ask me what it is Nonducor wants to do. (Laughs)

I: Since you killed that one, let me ask you what your company does, exactly?

D: Secret. Sorry. Confidential. Nonducor, Confidential.

I: I know what you do for Nonducor, but what is it that you guys do because I've heard one of your people talk about it.

D: Oh I got people now too? (Laughs). Okay well, we're just a bunch of crazy, wait, am I allowed to swear? Or will you just symbolize the letters of my swear word?

I: Sure, why not.

D: We're just a bunch of crazy muh&^*%$$. The other Creative Director, Paulo Garcia, described it best. Compare it to a television network. NBC for example. There's people that work for NBC and they have shows like Jimmy Fallon, Conan O'Brian, SNL etc. Those guys are their own shows. Nonducor is just the umbrella, the projects and brands we carry with us, are thier own aswell. We don't touch them, unless they come to us about something they need. As of right now, we're involved in eachothers projects, because there's not that many of us, and we all need eachothers help. But let's say our COUVY.COM lifestyle brand get's big, then, all my job will be is to cut thier checks, cause I'm sure they'll be able to hire people to do graphics or concepts for them.

I: That sounds ambitious for a group of young people. How did you come up with this idea?

D: That's a whole 'nother interview to be real with you. You might have to just dedicate this whole magazine to us, (laughs). To be honest, I wasn't there in the root of it all, but I'm here to lay the foundation. If you really want that answer, you'll have to talk to my other directors. TRIP TO VNCVR.

I: Can you tell me what your main purpose is?

D: Ever sit around with your friends, or colleagues, whomever, and talk about, just anything. How many times do you hear "Wouldn't it be cool" or "I wish there was a" or "They should make a" in a conversation. We want to make possible all these "cool" things that we all "wish" for but never thought to think that any of it was actually possible. We just hope that people like our stuff, because we love our stuff, and if you do what you love, the hapiness will always overbear brokeness, and doing what you love will always equal success. That's just my answer, you can go ask the other 8 people in my click, they'll have a whole 'nother answer. But it'll always boil down to, doing what you love, and nothing else.

I: What if you haven't reached the amount of success you dreamed for?

D: One, I'm not working hard enough. Two, you cannot measure success. Unless you're going by money, cars, clothes, and hoes. But, Nonducor, myself, don't go by that. That stuff is nice, but we all know that all that is just an application to our success. We don't need it, but it'd be nice, right? Girls and ?hit, Ferrari and a Lambo. (Laughs hysterically)

I: I know it's pretty obvious but besides writing and directing, is there anything else you're interested in?

D: Sewing. Love it. Knitting. Cats. Breading wild animals. (Laughing) I know you wanted me to say photography. Photography, yes. I'm still trying to define my style but I've built a portfolio already, just in case.

I: What are your near future plans for Nonducor?

D: We're working up to our spring release. Just a whole bunch of planning, and foundation building. Anything to look forward to? We're shooting an indie romance film in the spring/summer. Besides that, confidential, like I said. (Laughs) Sorry, I know I talk alot. (Laughs)

I: Any plans to move back to Vncvr?(he asked me to spell it this way)

D: Of course, Seattle's just my hideout. It's where I store all my ideas and work, and every trip I make back I bring back all my work that I've done and it's a lot. I love this place, just as much as Vncvr.

I: Do you have any personal projects that you're doing just yourself?

D: I have dreams, dreams that will turn into my projects. Projects that will be my life. My life is a dream. Sleep on it. - Fin

Thanks for this awesome oppurtunity, Holla Nonducor, Holla Couvy, Holla Cotcia. Never would've thought I'd be on this side of an interview. This is what we call progress. - God is Love

Conversation With Some, Girl..."Going Once, Going Twice..."

Meh, I'm not too worried about it yet, I'm at a stage in my life where, girls don't value what I have to offer. I'll have women all over me when after I'd have written a couple best sellers, bought my own jet, and running Nonducor in 5 different countries from my office off the coast of Gibralter, y'know when I'm like, 20, something...Til then, just have to lay low, and get plenty of rest. Yeah..

Develop your friendships first, and treat your sisters in the Lord like gold.

Going three times.....SOLD!, To the woman in the thick framed glasses. - God is Love

Conversations with the Bloggers..."Tumblrweed"

I was browsing through a bunch of poeples blogs this afternoon, trying to get out my slump, and I noticed alot of these....

MOVED TO TUMBLR. HOLLA!!! YOU CAN FIND ME ON MY NEW BLOG ON TUMBLR SORRYBLOGSPOT HERE'S MY NEW TUMBLR!!!

I have nothing against tumblr. Nonducors blog is tumblr, many of my friends blogs are on tumblr. I use it when I post on Nonducor, it's fast, easy, and has cool templates to work with and etc. etc. I just have too many blogs to go and switch. I think by now, I can call myself a writer, better yet a thinker. Thinkers don't need fancy templates, or backgrounds, they just need this keyboard, and that 'Publish Post' button. So, I thank the people who are still killin' it on blogspot, and even those on tumblr who are keepin' it thoughtful. Big shout to a awesome Photo Blog from my homie Jon Chiang. Check his page out,www.nobuddyreads.wordpress.com and don't forget to check out the links on the side for NONDUCOR. Want to get serendaded to sleep, check our one of my favorite bloggers Christina Dao's youtube and her blog. If you're of age, go to THE MODLINE's fashion show this wednesday at Fortune Sound Club. It's more than just a party night, it's an industry night! People from television, news, fashion will all be there. Look Fresh, style bloggers and photographers will be everywhere, including myself, who will be covering this event with Nonducor. Shout out to THE MODLINE for throwing this event. Peep the INFO on our blog. Thanks for the read, thanks for the clicked links, thanks in general. Latuh. - God is Love

Conversations with a Out-of-towner..."Happy Birthday Belle"

D: "Christina, are you with Belle?"

C: "No, I'm not, she's with sdfhksjhfhfe"

D: "Damn, can you do me a favor and ask her what her favorite song is?"

C: "Okay I'm pretty sure it's Jacks but hold on"

..........

C: "I'm so clever this is what I said. 'He's probably planning something to do with your favorite song. What is your favorite song btw?"

D: "You are clever"

1 hour later....

D: "I still haven't finished the song for Belle"

C: "Hey, we should collaborate and surprise her"

D: "That's a great idea"

This video is the result of this conversation. 15 minutes of planning, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLE!! Are we the greatest or what??? Don't mind me, just listen to Christina in this one. We would've done some better takes but we were to busy watching "Say Yes to the Dress" and "Cakeboss". Anyway, I hope you like it, and yeah. I wore the same glasses as her. ha.

PS. Thank you Christina for coming ALLL the way to my home. haha.

- God is Love

Conversatios at a Highschool Dance..."That's a First"

I keep this book I've been making for the past some odd years. It contains all my "first's" of everything. For example, this picture. 'My First Championship'. It's wierd to think that this happened almost 10 years ago. It has my firsts from my first guitar(Speyer Acoustic) to my first kiss(secret), to my first cell phone(Sony ericsson) and my first song I slow danced to.(U Got It Bad - Usher)

There really is a "first for everything". With those firsts, come a whole 'nother set of firsts. Our first Love, could lead to our first kiss, could possibly even be our first spouse and then you could have your first, child. The great thing about first's is having something to reflect on, when it happens the second time. It's a foundation, in our learning experiences. I remember the first time I stubbed my toe I seriously fell to the ground clenching my toe. Did the whole peter griffin thing. Now I watch where I walk, so I don't have to embarrass myself when my mom walks in the living room with her friend finding me rolling on the ground in pain. They say we never forget our firsts, I guess it's pretty true. Even if we've had a second, and third, fourth, or twentieth, we're always going to recollect the very first time we've done something. Or, the very last time...

Happy 1st of December. Happy last month of the decade. - God is Love

Conversations with a Jerk..."Happy Birthday Ella"

Crash my car, buy me froyo, make some halo-halo with a blender, whatever....Thanks. I'm in a "Sentimental Mood", so I hope the moon is blue on your birthday. ha. Happy birthday Ella. Your letter will come in the mail. - God is Love

Conversation on the Highway..."I'm On My Break"

All day I dream about, Work. The magazines, the macbook, the portfolio, the book, the projects, the films, the blog, my lifestyle.

All day I dream about, Sunday Mornings. The blueberry bagels, the clouds in my eyes, the drums, the speakers, the pastor, the Word, my God.

All day I dream about, Writing. The blogspot, the journal, the bathroom walls, the notepad, the blank pages, my First Love.

All day I dream about, Family. The parents, the grandparents, the cousins, the friends, the grandfather, the tita's, the tito's, my Foundation.

All day I dream about, Dreams. The loft, the wife, the kids, the cities, the flashing lights, the ties, the suits, the sneakers, my Future.

All day I dream about, Nothing. The one hour wait, the 5 minute walk, the 10 stations, my...Getaway.

I'll walk around the city, snapping photographs, reading my bible, writing in my journal, dodging calls from my mom, looking at the skyscrapers, walking into my office and go to work for 23 hours and 30 minutes. I'll work my ass off, so I can have that 30 minute vacation. It's crazy how 1 thing can stop your whole life, even for 30 minutes, or 30 seconds, and all that dreaming, all that work, all day, amounts to nothing, compared to your 30 minute break. I don't encourage zoning out for 30 minutes, especially if you're driving. haha, but sometimes it's good to just stop whatever it is your doing, and think, about absolutely nothing. Anyway, I gotta go on my break. - God is Love

Conversations with my Closet..."Going Somewhere?"

Ever have those days where you're not really going anywhere, but you feel liek you do. You feel like you're going to see someone but your phone hasn't rung all morning. Peep the scenario...It's a beautiful day, atleast for Vancouver, anything that's not raining is beautiful. It's an odd hour, 2:15 in the afternoon or something like that, sort of an odd time to leave the house, a little bit off you're regular time but you get ready anyway. Open up your closet and there's 50 or so hangers and you still feel like there's nothing to wear. Try on your favorite pair of jeans hoping a default outfit would suffice but even those don't feel right. So you put on a pair of pants you haven't worn in a while hoping that it will provide some refreshment in your choice for an outfit. You go on the computer for a bit, watch some family channel in the outfit that you think you're going to wear. After a couple looks in the mirror, some pointless strides through the house you're back standing in the middle of your room in your undergarmets. There's that feeling where you actually feel like your putting thoughts in your head, and everything is all over the place. But one thing that's stood still is your current comfortability of you in your underwear. A song you like plays on your iPod and it's back to the closet, out the door, and into nowhere, into, everywhere, for no reason at all.

My parents used to tell me not to leave the house unless I had somewhere to go, that was important. I obviously never listened and I'd get up in the morning as if I had a 9-5 or a class to be in, throw on a nice shirt and my favorite pair of jeans and leave the house, honestly, with nowhere to go. More than often, I'll have these days here, that I described in the first paragraph. More than often I ignore the fact that I have nowhere to be and go out. Lately, I've been trying this hanging around the house in my underwear thing...

Why go out and kill time with plans that were never made, when we can be still and spend time with plans that are. - God is Love

Conversations with a Brother..."Swinging On One Bar"

That's a genuine smile..haha

Monkey bars are my favorite part of the jungle gym, until I got too tall to swing on them. When I was younger, I used to swing from end to end, endlessly. Before my legs grew to touch the ground I was always scared to let go. (Partially because you get that shock feeling in your ankles when your feet hit the gravel beneath you) So I'd always just try and swing to the end to the other platform. I even used to swing so hard I'd skip a bar, ha, but I'm reminiscing too much, I'll quickly get to the point. Sometimes, people are just like swinging on monkey bars. Not ever wanting to come down, hanging there sometimes, but in order to move to the next monkey bar you have to let go of the one you're already holding onto. You can't let go of the one you're holding, unless you grab the one in front of you. Sometimes, poeple are like that, sometimes, people should be like that.- God is Love

Conversation...From "One Seat Away"

It's not, new but it's unfamiliar. It's not, butterflies but I get that "feeling" y'know? Or maybe you don't, maybe I don't, I don't know. I want to jump and scream but I don't want to be loud because I enjoy the quiet moments. But, I don't want to waste a second not learning, not, talking. I'm not clingy but I want to know what's up, often. They say your next should be better than your last but it's not even like that, because, it's different. But, the same. But, I don't know. I try and make moves but it gets me frozen but I should be comfortable, because it's warm but, I don't know. Something about it just makes me smile and smack my forehead with the heel of my palm and I can feel my face flood with redness. It's unexplainable but I know exactly how to write it down but I don't want to because I don't want to embarras myself. But I missed that train 9 sentences ago so here goes...

.,'k[op[,ul'lxdfjg84539rhfef you know what I mean? No, okay. Have you ever felt like you just, don't, know. But you're okay with it? As if having a solid concrete answer doesn't matter, but it does, and you could get that answer so simply but it just doesn't matter because you know already. So we just stay wondering, thinking in between the truth and our fantasies passing by the fact that the two are one in the same. - God is Love

En(d)terlude

I eat writing for breakfast

How many times did I graduate, again? My friends mom told me that with all this sleeping I've been doing, I'm going to wake up one day and I'll be 18. I woke up today and I'm pretty sure I overslept 2 years. I can't oversleep forever, but it's a good way to rush it. How many times did my life begin, now, now, now? I handed everything over to Him, and my mind was cleared. I didn't do my job, to clear her mind. Instead I was worried about being a professional blogger, spending time in and out of coffee shops thinking, about what? Proverbs 12:25 says "an anxious heart wieghs a man down.." and my anxiety disabled me to show her that Love, is Him. So she left me with her heart and I threw it in the air for someone else to catch, because I need to develop my friendships, and treat my sisters in Lord like gold. I got what I asked for, so what now?

2 months later I had Writer's Block. So let me explain, I used to B.L.O.G. is a play off a song, and reading is free isn't it obvious? Everything was Sobeautiful and the new year came and skipped the resolutions. Because my Writers...Stopped.

Breakfast anyone?....If I was a top notch writer all this would make sense but I got amnesia in my writing so bare with this Rough Draft. Before there was love, there was God, and since God is love, let me ask you? Which came first,the God or the Love? I asked homie if I could hold his hand, cause I needed some comfort while I had these chocolates. My minds been borrowed but take my body, cause i feel ask if they're in two different places. This love is strong and at waitings end, well, I don't have time, in my life, to wait, anymore, so I retire the two three. And whatever was left, should fade and when it comes back, it should come back different, at God's speed.

I can't say this enough but thank you, for reading my blogs. I can't explain how appreciative I am to have poeple even read the first sentence of my posts. I'm probably not the most viewed blog out there but those who stick with me and those who come in and out I seriously love you guys. I know this post was a little confusing but it was the best compilation of a bunch of my blog titles put together, and all your comments over the, two I years I think, have pushed me to write. So thanks, to you guys, to God. is love.

Conversations with a Friend..."At Waiting's End"

When I was young and jobless I used to wait every two weeks for my mom to get paid so I could go shopping. Even though she could only afford to buy me one t-shirt, I'd spend those 13 days before that walking in and out of stores looking for t-shirts and eventually narrowing it down to one. I never got impatient because I knew it was certain that I'd get a new shirt every two weeks. It's bittersweet how simple things such as waiting become difficult. Nothing is ever an overnight success, everything takes time. Taking time, means, waiting. Sometimes we're not even certain to what it is we're waiting for, sometimes, we're not even certain if we should be waiting. It's another fork in the road, although no decision is either right nor wrong. Both ways has it's twists and turns, and eventually both paths will lead to a single road, of happiness. It's all up in air until we decide which way we go. Whether it be, success, happiness or some odd virtue or lesson learned we want out of this waiting, keep that in mind that that's what you want, and if one decision takes you on a longer stroll, point is, we're going to get there, eventually, we just have to wait...it just takes...

Time. There never seems to be enough of it. Unfortunately for us, time seems to stand so painfully still when we are waiting. There are no loops holes, no "how-to's" to cheat the hands of time into moving forward. There is no possible way in doing so. Luckily for us, we have the glorious ability to keep busy but even then, the gnawing feeling of what awaits at the end of the road is rather daunting. The possibilities are endless. However, we get one of three concrete outcomes: What we want (what we've so desired), what we anticipated (wether it be for the best or worst) and what we did not expect at all. To wait usually means that we are no longer acting like the "best friend" in some epic adventure or a romantic comedy, but we have now graduated into something of a "leading lady." We are now starring in our own personal role, a role that we have always meant to lead. To wait means living that lust for life that has been pent up simply because we were scared. But when all the things are said and done, when our hearts have completely spilled, and there is only heaven's tears beating against the window, waiting is the only thing left. As the seasons continue to waltz, as the soothing sound of the acoustics reverberate throughout the peaceful room and the world continuous to move, we are still waiting. Until then, we live our lives and do what we got to, the wait will be over soon enough. To wait is to move forward. To move forward is to wait. The wait, regardless of the outcome, will set anyone free...finally. - God is Love

Thank you to Jessa Ramos who linked up with me to write the second half of this blog. I hope to collaboratively write with other people as well and I hope you guys like this one, out of more to come. Thanks. - D

Conversations With Myself

Not a Main Street Mom, but my favorite mom at that...

I've been on the serious love tip, and I just want to address something weirdly expressive but hey. I haven't been going to my regualr places lately, mainly because I picked up and moved to Seattle but I came up to Vncvr to visit and I sat in my usual spot at blenz on main and 26th. People watching is one of my favorite acitivites and on this one particular day tehre seemed to be a trend in peoeple walking by my window. MAIN STREET MOMS. They're not "milfs" or anything, they're actually, cool. They have thier strollers that they've bought from one of thsoe specialty baby boutiques, dressed unknowingly in fashion. Skinny's, Keds, a cardigan that wasn't bought from value village but probably passed down from thier mothers. I'm a photo creep but I was too busy looking at them that i wasn't able to get a picture of a good example, but next time you're on main street, Vncvr, look out for these women. Who look like house sitting mothers picking up thier kids from kindergarten but catch them down the street at Cascade having a drink and a laugh on the side. This blog didn't really have any cool lines, it's just things I think about in between all the "profound" blogs I usually post. If any of you know me, this is probably something I'd bring up in real life, so I'm sure your not surprised. alright, til next time. - God is Love

Borrow My Mind.."Back Problems"

I always hear a lot of young poeple complaining about back pains, or back problems. I'm guessing it's due to our generation and carrying backpacks all the time and hip hops influence on bad posture. Kidding about the last one. Presently, we don't really think about the long term effects of certain actions or activites that we use everyday. I had my WHMIS(Workplace Haszard Materials Information System) certification as module in my nursing program. It just teaches us about things to look our for in normal workplaces and most boringly teaches us about "Safe Lifting". I'm sure at every job you've had they teach about about safe lifting, since we're young we don't really think too much about "lifting with our knees" and we go on lifting and tackling and jumping and flipping because at our age our bodies are capable of wear and tear. Then we wonder why our backs are sore the next day. Our backs are the foundation of our mobility and if we don't take care of our backs we're sort of screwed. So next time you decide to gangsta lean in the whip, take into account that you won't look so gangsta when your lean in permanent. Let's not put too much stress on our backs, take some time to stretch those knots and tangles at the end or our days, and if you need someone to help you, I got your back - God is Love

Borrow My Mind..."Love Strong"

I have a feeling I've used this picture already...oh well.

"There's a sad reality in you know?"..."Just believe that what should happen, will happen"..."You did all you can to get her back and you've told her how you feel"...Thanks.

I don't know what it is that makes people do the craziest things to get another ones attention. I watch all these romantic movies where a deceased man sends his widowed wife a trail of letters, or a man spending 500 days with a season. Even if a guy isn't sleeping at playgrounds because you wouldn't wake up to the rocks hitting your window, or even biking from another city to tell you He loves You or if a girl is bending over backwards to get you to realize that she's the one for you, it doesn't mean that these things can't happen. I'm sure screenplay writers don't make these things up without thinking that a man catering to a woman waking up thinking it's October 13, 2002 everyday wouldn't be possible in real life. Sometimes, I think, we fall into the fantasy of our own fantasies thinking that these things are all make believe. Sure, maybe someone won't write you a love song and sing it to you on a plane or stand on top of a coffee stand and publicly confess their love for you but whomever it is, that's meant to love you, will do something as simple as telling you they love you. It'll feel 854385739 times greater than anything you've ever seen in a movie. 'Cause it's yours, it's your story, it's your love. - God is Love...probably one of the corniest blogs but whatever, I'm feelin' the love vibe. HAHA. Thanks guys.

Borrow My Mind..."Faded"

I just finished reading "Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold for the second time. I don't usually read fiction novels but I really like this one. When I first saw it in the 9th grade I thought it was pretty girly, but I picked it up about a year ago and it's one of my favorite books of all time. Hopefully the movie coming doesn't fail. Anyway, let's get it in...

So what does this book have to do with my post tonight? Well, I always wondered what it would be like to be a ghost, and see everything, birds eye view, looking at the world and everything that's going on it. Not leaving a trace of where I was, or where I went. Leaving no answers, and no questions and just letting the assumptions and opinions of people make up the story of my disappearance. I mean, it sounds wierd, but I find it fascinating. I guess, ultimately, the reason why I find it so great is because everyone talks about "getting away". Even for just one day, getting away from the things that take us out of focus. If for a day or a month or a year we could make something out of the new environment we're put in, regardless if we ever come back to where we came from, not alot would have changed, besides, you. - God is Love

Borrow My Mind..."It Comes Back Different"

I always try and write about something different, or atleast not write about the same thing twice in a couple blogs. Every now and then, I have weeks where all I learn, all I experience is one thing. I want to write everyday but it'd sound the same. The cool thing about it is, as repetitive as my writing would sound, however in actual life, the same lesson feels like a different story every single day. I don't know how many times God's put me in situations where he test me in patience, responsibilty, impossibility etc. and every experience never felt like the last one, even if the two happened in the same hour. I think that's what makes life so dope...and blah blah blah Life is blah blah blah I'm tired of people putting Life in a box, life doesn't make stuff up, stuff makes up life. And one of those stuffs is learning, and even when we think we know and we've learned something in life, it doesn't hurt to learn it again, and again, and again, because we need those reminders. Every time it'll be just as hard or just as beautiful, and every time it comes back different. - God is Love

Borrow My Mind..."#23"

I've gotten obsessed with food metaphor blogs...

"Maybe I'll get something different today, yeah, I'll get something different"

"Number 3, small"

"Large Box with..."

"Big Mac Meal, Large Sprite"

"Penne with Chicken"

"One of those I guess, I'm tired of #23"

"Hi, what would you like to order?"

"I'll have number 23, thank you"

When it all falls down, I'm always asking for number 23. As much as I don't feel like having it, as much as I feel like having something else, nothing is going to be as good as number 23. - God is Love

I'll take someone out for a number 23 if you can tell me what number 23 is?....for real.

Borrow My Mind..."These Chocolates"

 

This might sound Forrest Gump-ish but every so often this box of chocolates called "Merci" shows up on my kitchen counter. It's pretty good, it's not one of those boxes where half the box is really gross, every single chocolate sample is great. Which makes it easy to decide which ones I want to eat, cause it doesn't matter. If I had to choose a favorite I wouldn't be able to choose, they all have the same chocolatey goodness and bring it's own individual flavor. If one of these samples talked and asked me..."Am I just another chocolate?", I can't say yes, but neither can I say no. I think I've been so focused on trying to choose my favorite chocolate, when what I really need is the milk to wash all this chocolate away. No homo. haha. - God is Love

Borrow My Mind..."Peices of Clay"

"We all get bits and peices of what we'd like, and with a whole 'lot of patience it'll all come together" - Donnel Barroso

I'm no great social figure or anything but I hope that 10 years from now, someone will quote something that I said, because they understood me, because they related to some small part of my life. Shout out to Belle Chung, my new favorite blogger. Thank you. 

It's not now or never. It's not now or never. It's not now or never. I feel as if people are moving too fast. Thinking that things that take 10 years, can be done overnight. Not waiting, for things, that are meant to be waited on. Sometimes we run on our own clock when we should be running on His. We pray and we plan for something that we want to happen, but when that doesn't happen the time we want it to, we think that He's left us in the dust or maybe even that we need to take our own intiative to make it happen. No, totally not the answer. With alot, or a little bit of patience whatever we want will happen when it's needed. Time is always going to move at it's one pace so move with the time and if you're plans are an hour late, just wait. Just chill. - God is love

Borrow My Mind..."Open"

Close, open, close, open, close, open and close, open....

Sorry, I've been at school for a minute but since I'm working the evening shifts now, I got some time to stay up and write again. Thank the Lord. I might have lost a few readers but for those of you who have randomly checked up on my blog I thank you so much, to the deepest most genuine part of my heart I thank you. And if I'm thanking noone, then I thank you, the person who is reading this sentence right now. 

When I was a kid, opening my hand meant I was getting a slap with a slipper. When I got a bit older it meant a hand fortune trick that invloved a house, witha swimming pool. Up a few years til now opening my hand meant that someone else was going to hold it. 

You know when you look at something, like a picture, you may think it looks alright or even really bad but once you photoshop it a little bit, it turns out to be a great picture. Like how I believe that all pictures look better in a Black and White. haha. I looked at my hand, closed fist, open palm. Close fist, open palm. The only thing I could think of when it was close was a punch in the face. But that's just me I guess. Or giving a "pound". Before we give pounds we open our hands in a handshake first. But anyway, I tried to think symbols or analogies for "open" and I came up with alot. Alot that I'm not going to say, haha but here's a quick one. We give and receive. Open handedly(not even a word), Open mindedly, and Open heartedly give ourselves to the eachother, to the world, to God and we recieve gifts, from our friends, and blessings from being Open. Nothings going to come in or come out, if we're so closed from everything. I'm not saying to live your life like an Open book, so they say, but do like the filipino baby trick...."Close, open, close open, close, open and close open"..- God is Love and Love right now, is studying. Catch ya'll in a minute. 

Borrow My Mind..."7 Pounds"

I know you're happy, and I'm so happy to see you growing. Not literally. hahah. 

In moments of weakness, I hope you keep calling me to give you an ounce of strength. 

No words, No, thing, could ever match what you've given me, and what you're going to give me. Your Love is enough, but you give me more than I need. 

If I needed a place to stay, could you give me one? If I needed a job, could you hook it up? I'm glad I never had to call upon those favors but I'm happier both your answers were yes. SD for life. 

You don't even need me to tell you what to do, you got it, you just have to be more confident, than conscious. Y'know I got you. 

Simply unexplainable. In one way or another, I'll always, always love you. 

- God Is Love

Borrow My Mind..."God Speed"

i 've developed a huge amount  of road rage. I think it's because I'm always driving like I'm in a rush as if I have somewhere important to be...

Whatever happened to taking things slow? At some  recent point I decided to start taking what I wanted in life even if it wasn't mine, or unintended to be mine yet. I figured, if I'm going to have it anyway, might aswell have it now. And carrying too many un-needed things in my backpack. So I leave my house with nowhere to go, and driving down lanes like the Indy 500. Making mundane tasks as important as saving a cat from a tree.Checking off my life's "to do" list from bottom to top. But on June 20th, God blessed me with something, that gave me the insight to work, at Godspeed. To have more self-control, and patience in my life to wait, for the things that need to be waited on. To take slow, things that could last forever. To not look at things a

s fast as a snapshot. Even though the phrase "God Speed" is meant that we wish for a job to be done quickly, I'l go as quick or as slow as God tells me to. In God's time, In God's Speed. - God is Love

I guess it's a lack of patience and self-control. Or maybe a confusion of direction. I recently changed the title of my blogs from "Rough Draft" to "Borrow My Mind" because the way I felt like writing didn't fit in with how my "rough draft" concept was. "writers block" and "rough draft" asked questions, stated epiphonies, and I answered them, and gave my prophecy. I'm not writing, so there's no mental block. This is rougher than a rough draft. this is literally my mind, straight to the keyboard. So sorry if it's unorganized, or poorly grammaticalized. I just hope you borrow my mind and play with it, add stuff to it, take stuff out of it and give it back. So I have an idea of how all of you think. So please, comment, message me on facebook if you have me, email me at donnelbarroso@hotmail.com, add me on twitter.com/DonnelB and give me a PIECE of MIND.