"Where is my soul that I might play the music of my own life with such enthusiasm?"

I'm reading Paulo Coelho's, "Veronika Decides To Die." Like many of his books, quotes of inspiration come to mind. It's about the social ties between 'madness' and what majority of the world perceive as 'normal.'

There's a chapter in the book in which one of the clinically insane characters comes to see Dr. Igor, the doctor who manages the asylum known as "Vilette." Her question is plain and simple..."Is she cured from insanity?" He goes into many stories of how things were invented in society, with no explanation to why they are of the norm or socially accepted now. Reading these following excerpts opened my eyes to a whole new perspective on life in this world and the confidence to accept my existence for who I am, whole-heartedly:

(This excerpt is after Dr. Igor enlists the comparisons and relations of prominent inventions, that we barely take notice of in our everyday lives, being considered the 'norm.')

"...Each human being is unique, each with their own qualities, instincts, forms of pleasure and desire for adventure. However, society always imposes on us a collective way of behaving, and people never stop to wonder why they should behave like that. They just accept it...Have you ever met anyone in your entire life who asked why the hands of a clock should go in one particular direction and not in the other?

If someone were to ask, the response they got would probably be: "You're mad." If they persisted, people would try to come up with a reason, but they'd soon change the subject, because there isn't a reason...

You're someone who is different, but who wants to be the same as everyone else. And that, in my view, is a serious illness.

...If you force yourself to be the same as everyone else: it causes neuroses, psychoses, and paranoia. It's a distortion of nature, it goes against God's law, for in all the world's woods and forests, He did not create a single leaf the same as another. But you think it's mad to be different."

There is so much content in this book that I wish to share. If you want to know what I'm seeing in this book...a revelation, an epiphany, if that's what you want to call it, then READ IT!

What an AWEsome way to start this upcoming year...

dedication to the love of my life...

My ears paint the picture of what my eyes cannot see. Layers of words in conversations become life's little symphonies. The keys on the piano are singing their melodies. The drums are dancing to the rhythm of their feet. The sound of trumpets in the air soar like fighter jets across the sea. The bass brings heart beat to every living tree. The guitar is strumming to nature's simplicities. And for a split second, I see everything so clearly. This art, this craft...created so beautifully. This passion, this interaction, this love affair between MUSIC and me.

J. Lacsamana 07.30.09

Every song that I hear - old or new, every new YouTube talent I find, every lyric that I read...inspires me. The gift of music is more so like a gift of friendship; something that I can relate with in all aspects, every spectrum of what is and what was in my life. (Cliche alert) The shoulder I lean on through rough times, the breath of fresh air whenever I encounter something new, the fuel to the flame when I'm in love, the appreciation I feel with everything and everyone I have, the motivation, the challenge, and the drive to strive and learn more about myself, the knot that ties generation after generation to the next etc... Everyone has a soundtrack to their lives. For all those artists who have made an impact in my life, I thank you. For those I have yet to encounter, I thank you in advance.

picture a difference

Universal diversities lead to social complexities
And instead of making friends, we choose to make enemies.
It's the struggle that brings a person to their knees.
THE REAL STRUGGLE?
Those people working hard to provide for their families.

Down the street, derogatory remarks are being exchanged.
In the alley, some hopeless soul is shooting venomous liquid into his veins
To get fuckin' high out of his brain.
By-standers look at this guy like he's insane.
BUT THE REALITY IS...he does it to stop the pain.
It's our own negligence to blame.

Real eyes, realize the demise of this man's cries.
He is the sole example of those souls trapped, needing to be consoled
The most tragic story ever told.
He is the HUNGER, the ANGER that we choose to ignore.
He is the SADNESS, the MADNESS in which we close our doors.
He is the RICH, the YOUNG, the OLD, the POOR.
The REVOLUTIONIST, the ACTIVIST all in one core.
Everything that we choose to blindfold our minds to see.
Everything that if we worked to eliminate would set our souls free.
Everything that we deny ourselves to be.

But take a look around you and see,
just how many third worlds are dying of poverty.

THE ANSWER?
Starts with you and me.
Making dreams of UNITY, dreams of EQUALITY, into REALITY.

J. Lacsamana 07.08.09

never can say goodbye...to a legend

(August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009)
I remember the first Michael Jackson video I saw wasn't any of his really popular ones. Growing up to influences like The Beatles in the household and my dad being a Paul McCartney fan, we were sitting in the living room and my dad had a video collection of all Paul's hits. It was then that I was introduced to this legend of talent and music...Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson's "Say, say, say." I remember asking my dad to play it again and again. Soon MJ's music became a staple sound at my home. Mom's favorite was "Ben"...Dad's was "Got To Be There"...My brother's was anything from the "Thriller" album. When MJ and Janet came out with the video "Scream" that became MY favorite. Three different generations, one artist, all the same love and respect for him. The world is at a MORTAL loss of a great legend, but his music will forever be IMMORTALIZED to this world. May you finally rest in the paradise you so eminently deserve, Sir Michael Jackson.

I chose to post this video up because the person who made this video did a REALLY good job capturing Michael Jackson at what seems to be his happiest times. As well as I remember him saying how this song was most relative and personal to him and his life. Enjoy!

blackout 2

After much anticipation, Method Man and Redman finally released Blackout! 2 on May 19th. It's been 10 years since the last Blackout! Album was released and the expectations, for me anyway, were pretty up there. After seeing many comeback failures, *cough*Eminem*cough* I was reluctant on the outcome of Blackout! 2 BUT this album did not cease to fail. Definitely better than the solo projects they've embarked these past couple of years. Of course, like any movie or soundtrack or album, nothing's ever gonna be as good as the original...Y.O.U, Cereal Killer, Da Rockwilder!!!!!! Ohhhhh man...that track still plays at clubs till this day and people still go crazy. Needless to say, Method Man and Redman still got it going on with the new album. Showcasing to the world of hip hop what it's all about and serving them with that Wu-Tang flavor that we all nostalgically love and still enjoy. If I had the priviledge...and authority (hah!)...I'd put a "Joyce Recommends This" on every CD in all music stores across the world. Hahaha! But since that's humanly IMPOSSIBLE, this blog will have to do. Definitely one of the few refreshing albums of 2009.

fiendin' and jonesin'

I'm currently typing from a coffee shop near my house called WAVES. I've been a regular here for the past two weeks accompanying my best friend, Christine, as she studies for her Nursing exam coming up. I have probably consumed about 10 cups of Iced Lattes, Dark Roast Coffee, Red Rooibos Tea. Caffeine has become a food staple and I get headaches when I don't get my fix. Pretty bad huh? I've gotten to the point where even the songs running through my head are about caffeinated food and beverages aka "Chocolate High" by Musiq Soulchild and India Arie. Hahaha! "You're my double caffeine dream, yeah..." pretty much sums up how I feel everytime I walk into this place. Nonetheless, the company and the talks have been awesome.

I spent most of the night yesterday watching videos on the Philosophy of Life and Death. The prof is a guy from Yale University, Shelly Kagan. It's a very broad topic and in a world where death can be torn between a society of acceptance and a society where the concept is frowned upon...there are many heated arguments with human development about the concept of life. The class challenges the students to think outside of the box in more realistic ways as opposed to the values and traditions that we often are exposed to. I'm not quite done watching all the videos or even grasping the ideations that this prof is putting on the table but so far it has been an interesting philosophy to follow. I'll keep y'all posted on that!

I still have much of the day to finish. I haven't been following NBA too much but I hear it's Game One between Lakers and Denver. Not jumping on any band wagons so I'll just ride the "whatever" train and watch for the heck of it.

Happy Tuesday!

QOD

Every time truth comes we hate it, because it's coming against our ego. Are you going to let the ego come between you and this person you love? Lauryn Hill

I've had plenty of time in the past couple of days to reflect and think about life. Like a textbook received on that first day of class, I'm learning and discovering many new things about myself. I came across this quote and it made me realize the mistakes and struggles I've made in the past when it came to dealing with truth and love. Many people don't see how much these two go hand in hand with each other, or how ego can prevent these two from making a connection. I hope to take this new lesson learned and put my best foot forward in the next relationship I embark. Until then self-discovery will be a never-ending journey that I am willing to pursue.

it is sweet and most fitting...

Wilfred Owen
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Pleasant and Beautiful Existence....before a Country's Morality...a lie. Came across this poem in an old histoire book of mine. It's very powerful isn't it? It signifies the realization that traditional values about war were altered by the first 'modern war.' In a world where countries are constantly at war with one another the rotten truth of human selfishness is inevitable. Why do we struggle to have so much control? So much power? and Why must we do the extreme to gain that power; knowing that there are detrimental consequences? I never could understand it. Yet there are times I want that self-control and power for myself...

eargasmic!!!

UGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I can't contain it. I made a lot of posts on twitter about this one new found glory. Soooooooo dope. But I erased my twits because I didn't wanna blow up people's home pages. Decided to blog about him instead. Make it a bit more extensive, cuz talent like this deserves it! No excuses. Hands down...this guy is illy-genius! If you've heard of Nujabes and you love them then you're gonna love this dude. Samon Kawamura. The newest add to my selections. Enjoy!



And more to go with that...

Samon Kawamura - Timeless Space
Samon Kawamura - One and One
Samon Kawamura - Morioka Sunset
Samon Kawamura - Playground



Let your ears and mind do the work. He's been dubbed the "Madlib" of Japan. There is no doubt about that comparison. Enjoy people!

lazy sundays = good finds

Just went on a linking rampage on Twitter. Always on that music tip! Forreal. Check my twitter below or go to www.twitter.com/deejoyce cuz I'm too lazy to repost the links here. Add me while you're at it. This post is gonna be a short one cuz I'm still going through some musical hunts and adventures. Status on the killer cold?! On my way to recovery! Thank you medication and a goodnight sleep....finally! Seatown Saturdays on May 2nd with some homies. Something to look forward to throughout the week.

Okay maybe I'll post one video up. Lazy Sundays....it sure feels niiiiiiiice.

Urban Thermo Dynamics. VIBE TO IT!

battle of the viruses

So I failed miserably at getting better. Ended up going to Ebisu (Fancy Japanese Resto with lots of drinks and yummy food...for those who don't know!) last night and had some sake shots. Whoever said it was a good idea messed me up BIG time. (Thanks Christian and Rowe!)

Adlib and Bless-ed spinning at after hours tonight at Box Studios. I'm missing out on some good Old School Hip Hop and R&B tracks tonight. WOMP WOMP! Good thing is I get to catch up on the talent on the Apollo tonight.

I had a huge post coming up but some elements are still in the mixing lab and with my mind in the gutter from all this sneezing and wheezing? I think I'd rather let it pass until I'm 110% better. On another note, added TWO things to my remedy list!

BACTERIA BITCHES...meet BUCKLEY'S! You know that shit tastes awful but it works like a charm. AND meet NYQUIL! K.O.'in bitches till sunrise! Woop Woop! I can get a good night sleep. PLUS me being a homebody tonight. Now if this stuff doesn't place me in a better state by tomorrow I'll be out of options. Suggestions are welcomed! ;)

ROUND TWO! FIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT.

RE-EDIT 10:21PM PACIFIC TIME.
Saturday night beat treats for all the cool kids staying in. Enjoy! ;)

ill doesn't ALWAYS mean you're cool

So I'm feeling sick and restless. Not a REAL homebody, so staying home has proven time and time again to be a difficult task. With Rosa coming over though...and Fridays being the normal MARJ nights, I doubt things will go as planned. Totally not feelin' the club vibe this week for sure though. I bought a bunch of things that hopefully will kick up this weak immune system of mine.

THE REMEDY
1. Plenty of pill poppin'...Advil is my best friend today!
2. Plenty of Vitamin C infusin'...That's where my Grapefruit and Strawberries come to play!
3. Plenty of warm fluids drinkin'...Orange Pekoe and Honey! Yepp.
4. Plenty of soup sippin'...Cup O' Noodles is what's on the menu tonight.
5. Plenty of nose blowin'...Bought some soft kleenex to wipe that funk riiiiiiight.
6. Plenty of bed restin'...Brewing up the next post as we speak.

Battle of the Virus ROUND ONE! FIIIIIIIGHT.
Eeeeeasy does it kids! I hope to drop kick this mu'fugga down by sunrise tomorrow.

Stay tuned...

'e' is for english

Dug through the old files...aka my old English binder from high school. Came across a piece that reminded me of how young, liberated kids generate such unique ideas when projects are handed to them. This is an excerpt from an English project we did in Grade 12. The main objective was to translate a part of William Shakespeare's Ophelia into modern day English. The rest speaks for itself. Translations have been emphasized in BOLD.

To be or not to be; that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them.
Living large or 86 it? That’s got me wack:
How to best represent my own self:
When da Man’s in my lunch,
Go medieval on the candy-ass sucka,
And pop a cap in him?

To die, to sleep -
No more and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to – ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
The big Chill –
No mo serious beatdown, no mo
Pretendas wantin’ to zero
Me out – that something sweet sweet
That you don’t be frontin’.

To, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.
Must give us pause.
Stone Cold.
After mama done picked out my casket.
Will I be spinnin’ in my pine basket
When I have deceased existin
Whoa, that’s jammin my flow.
There it is.

There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ opressors wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
Why you gets no luv,
Who gonna flip burgers at McD’s and drive the
Hoopty,
The scrub’s dissin, the slob man’s pissin
The shanks from ex-bitches, Five O draggin
You,

The pangs of disprized love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
Big Willy dissin you, an the snaps
From punk when you just want to be chillen

The patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a barebodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat a weary life,
When you can just off yourself
With a saucy shiv? Why should you keep it real,
When you bad-trippin with all this shit rippin,
But for some horror-the-horror pop up after death,

But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
The undiscovered hood be a dead end
For all road dawgs, stump you ass,
So you chillin in your skanky hood
Not blazin off to some newjack hood?

Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Soft you, now,
The fair Ophelia – Nymph in thy orisions
Be all my sins remembered.
I ain’t keepin it real,
And so all my bling-bling
Done got all greasy,
And all my mad phat plans
Done turned out sleezy
And they just runnin on fumes.
Ya knawmeanz,
Fly Ophelia! – Boo, when you give a shout out
Gots to have all my bad recognized.

We recited the lines in crew necks, chains, and bucket hats! Haha. How we translated and where we got the words from is far beyond my memory. Needless to say my group and I ACED our project with flying colors! But that's probably because our teacher didn't understand anything we were saying...she just liked our swagger. Yepp.

the canadian in me

Just got home from some PHO eats with Pops. It was a long and heart wrenching game but CANUCKS swept them BLUES off clean! Making it a 4-0 lead series. I haven't been this hockey-crazed since elementary! But daaaaaamn Burrows got my heart fluttering at 2980432819843 beats per second, and Luongo doing about 28 saves in one period?! Thank you Vancity! You made my night foreals. I hear the streets honking. Bring out the next muhhfuggaz who wanna get creamed!

On a side note...I've been on that KMD tip all day. I think I might have to make a playlist on the evolution of DOOM! Hahaha Keep ya posted on that!

Gonna try and stay in tomorrow. But I have a feeling I might flake out and end up at Tunnel as per usual. Will power please don't let me down? OH! Happy belated 420 y'all! Art Gallery was looking busy and the sun was shining. Smelled like that good ol' BC Budskeez. Po-Poskeez couldn't do jack about all the greens circulated. Hahaha good times!

Anyway gonna leave it off with a hilarious commercial homegirl found on YouTube. It reminded me of Tunnel, 1st Love promotions...$3 HighBalls and $4 HEINEKENS. Just watch these guys' facial expressions...gotta love it! Hahahaha!



Happy Tuesday night y'all!

eff-why-eye

The name deejoyce derived from a nickname I got from a coworker, which eventually found itself to some of my friends. Another play on words...well abbreviations. We all know what DJ means right? Disc Jockey. There are other terms for it but I'd say that's the most used one. Then there's my love for music...but I haven't gotten to the point of being a DJ and am far from it. ANYWAY, DJ is associated to me as "drunken joyce." Not a proud name to live by...and no I'm not an alcoholic nor do I get rowdy or wild out when I am drunk...but it just stuck. Took it to the next level and plugged in the double ee's and my name. There ya have it! The histoire of my name. Fairly recent too.

On another smooth note...It is mothereffin' BEE-YOO-TEE-FUL in Vancity today! The sun is shining with a steady breezin'. Tonight's PHO night at the Tang Rezzie. Shoutouts to my BBG Rosa for her 24th Birthday today! She did that blowjob shot justice last night! It is also the debut of THECOOLESTGUYSEVERRR...Boombox Saints at The Wild Coyote tonight. Things should be hella interesting. Haven't shown face at that club in a while and am not sure what or who to expect to run into...but if I'm DJ then it should be all good.

Gonna hit up Downtown in a bit to drop the BFF off to St. Paul's cuz there's never any parking...then find her a dress for her 'prom'...that's right. She gradded from Nursing! Proud of you girrrrrrl! YAY!

I swear I'll have some interesting talks tomorrow. Thank you to those of you who tuned into my blog and enjoyed my music post. It was really fun making it. Time flies when you're having fun, right? Well happy Saturday folks! Keep it breezy! :)

life lessons - throwback to 2006

Questions...Truth...

Why are we so overly impressed by and obsessed with objects and achievements of immense scale, when it is actually the tiny little things that, when put together, make big things possible? Why do we try to create our own little worlds so we have the illusion of being completely in control of our entire existence, when we know with absolute certainty that we are not? Why do we go on and on about individuality being the very essence of who we are, and then accept a degrading level of conformity in virtually every facet of our lives? Why do we get so hung up on what we don't agree on, when in fact it's our differences that make life interesting? Why do we feel drawn together as a species, yet we steadily build up defensive barriers around our innermost feelings and beliefs so we can never be truly close to anyone?

Life...Love..

Perhaps the confusion arises because life is not always what it seems to be. The only theme that resonates throughout the numerous popular life theories is love. Love, in all its fragile forms, is the one powerful, enduring force that brings real meaning to our everyday lives. Of course, I'm not talking about romantic, "kissy-kissy" love, although that is pretty powerful stuff in itself. [It's well documented that a broken heart feels far more painful than squeezing lemon juice over a deep paper cut.]

But the love I mean is the fire that burns inside us all, the inner warmth that prevents our soul from freezing in the winters of despair. It's the love of life itself. It's the voice that says "Celebrate life, be creative!" It brings with it the passion and understanding that some things in life are worth dying for, but there is so much more worth living for. It encourages us to greet each moment the same way we greet an old friend at the airport, to embrace opportunities to express ourselves in a way that makes us feel glad we exist. This love of life leads us to help others simply because it feels great to contribute to those around us.

Realization...

You know what? EVen if you make big ass mistakes, if you're wrong about almost everything, you'll still enjoy an amazing fun-filled life adventure, you will go to sleep at night knowing you gave your all and made a difference, and wake up each day looking forward to a future that is as beautiful and exciting as you can imagine. If you listen to your heart and use your head, you'll never go wrong...

Wake up to REALISM and TRUTH. You can either love me, or leave me alone.

confessions of a mad woman

It's hard not to make assumptions in the world we live in. It's hard not knowing what feeling to feel. It's hard going through a cycle and not being able to prevent it from happening. Maybe I look at life in a broader spectrum, a means to get by and learn from things. After all that's what we're doing half of the time....learning.

What hurts can only make you stronger is what they tell you when you're upset, sad, depressed, mad, and all of the negative adjectives you can think of. In some cases it does make you stronger, but what if you can't break the cycle? The hurt someone feels escalates, people assure you that that powerful quote is true and someday it will happen, only to find out it's just a way to prolong the person's demise.

Expect the unexpected. Life is always full of surprises, good or bad. But to know that the "unexpected" has happened a million times before, and yet time and time again people allow themselves to be vulnerable to the consequences...crushes the value of this quote. (And it happens, trust me!) When they hold back from it all, others taunt and call it, "fear." It is not fear when a person knows their fateful outcome and does not want to take the chances. Yet others push and they shove, and they assure that everything is alright and when that fateful day appears, all they can say is...expect the unexpected.

Everything happens for a reason is a fake testimony to people's action. People make excuses, excuses, lies, excuses, false actions, excuses...and replace those judgments with the word "reason." It's like testing morality; what we should or should not do. I'm not saying mistakes can't be made, for often times, they do. I'm talking about the repetitive mistakes I'VE made...but I refuse to listen and excuses turn into lies, and lies turn into reasons...reasons of false hope.

To assume makes an ass out of u and me is an OVERstatement, that's right, an OVERstatement. When a person assumes, others over use this quote in order to override the situation this person is in. Others are so busy trying to make a person realize assumptions are wrong, and neglect the person's past history of events that they've been in...similar events. It is not because they want to assume, it is not because they are derived from negative thinking, it is not because of you or them or others or anything else. It is the image of what they see, think, feel and each time another person chooses to ignore that, it breaks what that person sees, thinks, feels into little pieces...leading them into even more isolation.....because of this assumption they fail to recognize a person's emotions, and focus on more of the terminology of the word.

Hopefully I'll realize, and other people will realize that there are more than these common quotes to live by. Hidden in a more deeper layer of a person's life, lies the truth to their actions, reasons, and thoughts.

P.S. - Oh God Beeej I miss you sooooooooooo much! :(

short but sweet

it only takes a few words to make a sentence so powerful and meaningful. i bring to you a quote from yours truly on this fine sunny day in vancouver.

it's the type of love that makes your heart smile and your soul cry. it's a universal type of love for everything and everyone.

no matter what your passion is or who it is...it'll always generate around this feeling. in my eyes, this is what genuine love is. there ya go! two simple sentences with a preeminent connotation.

happy hump day of the week folks! :)

political retrospect

I wrote this poem a couple months after my friend passed away. I've been on a writer's block since then. Until I find my inspiration...Enjoy!

October 19, 2007

The subliminal aspiration for world unification is just imagination, a magical organization. And everyone's attention is drawn to mass destruction, TO WAR to racial abomination, TO WAR and deadly arbitrations. So where's the emancipation in this country that we call liberation. Is it right to kill a population who's trying to build a nation? Yet we hang our heads up high with pride and gratification when it's our very own pretension that causes our lack of contribution to a place of resolution, a heavenly disposition. It's the destitution of communication that leads to confusion and discrimination, then thoughts of infuriation, the final blow is an assassination...another of God's creations lost to an unfortunate situation, another victim for examination. It's a tragic ideation that our lives are up for instinction because of our separation of appreciation to other cultures and traditions. So tell me, is it worth all the contemplation? To draw to the same conclusion of the same underlying question...

Where's the vision in division?

Realization. The end of a war we call "The System."


J.Lacsamana

allow me to REINTRODUCE myself...

My name is J...O to tha Y-C...E?! Ahhh yes, I finally jumped on the blogspot wagon. I dedicated many years to the Xanga world but when people started disappearing and moving on to bigger and better things like Blogspot I thought..."Fuckit" what's another site gonna do to this world of mine. So let me introduce who I am and what I am all about...

You can find my QUINTESSENTIALS for living to your right-hand side...or to your left if your back is facing the computer, but I doubt that.

The reason for this blog you ask?! I've noticed a lot of you guys have motives going on and themes to what your blog represents. So what does mine? Nothing really. Stuff going through my head that I felt like writing I guess...oh wait, I mean...blogging. I am also contributing to another blog... www.rnbsides.blogspot.com where you'll find yourself tuning into those laid back memories of when you used to kick it on the bed with your eyes closed singing along to them old school slow jams. Check it!

What's with the name?! Verbal (adj.): consisting of or expressed in words, concerned with words only. Calesthenics (noun): the art, practice, or a session of such exercises. It's a play on definitions, and it represents the art of exercising expressions in words. Because this is my own personal blog I feel that the unification of these two definitions most appropriately fit in to what I'm bringing to the table. A mere exercise of what I'm trying to express through good old technology (aka PC blogging yo!) rather than just social interaction.

YES, I am very into my music. Anything from R&B, Hip Hop, Jazz, Motown, Indie...currently trying to get my groove on to House and Electro but I haven't gotten myself there quite yet. So should you be expecting some music posts up?! MOST DEF! And I promise to keep it as fresh as possible. ;)

I am ALSO very into writing. I recently went through a writer's block with one of my close friend's passing away but I hope to get inspired and motivated again to do what I love best. Hopefully starting this blog will channel me to the right direction and you'll see samples of what I am capable of. I will be digging through my old school blogging days though and I'll post some old stuff up to.

So let the games begin. Now you know me! More blogs to come! ZEE YAH!