another graduation post. so i’ve been thinking about my future lately. I’ve reminisced about the times in high school and college where parents, teachers, counselors, friends, and classmates would ask “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I never really had a good answer, at least one that I would say aloud. In my head I would think “I just want to be happy, have a family, and not work, and do the things I love.” yeah I know it’s a dream, but I never really wanted to work, I always felt like I would get some easy job, like rockstar, profession lottery winner, you know something that I wouldn’t really consider work. guess it was too many punk rock songs that talked about not working at a conventional job. anyway I usually answered, “I don’t know”. I felt weird doing this, knowing that others would answer “I’m going to be a doctor, or lawyer” or something to that sucesful future effect. Basically it seemed like they had their future figured out. Now, as my time in school is closing out, I tricked myself into thinking I needed to decide (after four years of still going “I don’t know”) where I wanted my life to head. It seems like the rockstar or lottery dreams are happening, just yet anyways, so I should probably pick a general career goal. To cut a long story short, I decided that I wouldn’t mind teaching. As you can tell by the way I phrased that, my heart isn’tt in teaching 100%. Not that I don’t like kids or teaching, but if given the choice i’m not sure if I would pick teaching over not working at all. Why is that you ask? Simply because it’s weird to accept the fact that I will actually be working (the library doesn’t really count). All I ever wanted to do when I grow up was have fun, read, listen to music, play the bass, travel, hang out and bond and have conversations with friends, watch movies, laugh, cry, think, write, love, and live life. Dreamers can always dream can’t they. But in the meantime I guess I will be a teacher, and i’ve decided to put all my heart and energy into that, so that I can make a difference in kid’s lives. hope this all made sense. check my blog at www.writing-life.blogspot.com for a poem in progress that kinda touches on these issues. should be up before the big party.

fine, i guess i'll make the first contribution...

Reclaimed
by radio shack

This is our 1, 2, 3
This is our first tongue
our second wind
our third eye sight
This is our divine dialect
spoken at 33 1/3 words per minute
backspun and spunback
This is our boom bap
our shclack clack
our taxi-dancehall track
This is our mango mic check
our mixtape made on broken tape decks
our milkcrate masterpiece
our streetcorner cypher beats
This is our colective head bob
our afterschool night jobs
our bamboo beatstreet breakdown
on balikbayan box battlegrounds
spinning to indigenous drum sounds
This is our thrilla in Manila
our 8th wonder agenda
sculpted in ifugao
and grown from the root down
beatboxed all the way to Manilatown
This is our 5Star constellation
spoken to fresh off the beat creations
underground invented for many nations
This is our untelevised revolution
broadcast through diffusion
This is our solution
composed of our elemental contributions
half moment half movement
This is our family tree
bearing the fruits of our history
feeding our struggle to be free
This is our 1, 2, 3.

... but i am still on .... (so it must be working).

its wer - king.... its wer - king.....

hmm, is this working