Saturday, December 23, 2017


Another night passes, as does another soul.
Too many seconds that could have been,
But will never be.
The existence of optimism, and faith,
Are met by their match that is the eternity.
And I wonder,
What lies beyond the soil, and the air?
The promise of bliss, and tranquility?
Or the abyss?
I do not know,
We do not know,

Only the stars do.

Thursday, December 21, 2017


Dead Workmen Don’t Retire
By: Rodolfo Perez

We are the first of the last,
The forlorn workmen of a shunned generation.
We are the reason there is hate,
And the reason there is the love to hate.
We are the depressed,
The unfaithful,
The false witnesses,
And the stubborn.
Our skies are the Final frontier,
And we are The Cowboys.
But what are we to do, beyond wonder?
Are we to tame this seemingly untamable jungle of chaos?
Or are we to be simple slaves to the chaos, eventually adopting its ways?
We don’t know,
And We don’t wish to think of this for now.


Sunday, December 3, 2017

Take Me to the Seas

When I was invited to write for this blog, I did it because of my desire to connect with others. I felt like my life has been tied down by surface judgements which never really made a break to the depth of one’s true self. Drawn by the complexity of others, I hope to openly share that we all are complex humans. You might be reading this because you are drawn to me, almost like a moth in the darkness to a light……or maybe I annoyed you enough to be my friend.

Oddly, enough I share this as you sit online. You might be bored and grew tired of shared photos of nothing, yet you stopped to read this. If you talk to me in real life, I will smile and brush off what will be said here, so listen up.

Being introverted, makes socializing and talking hard. Social niceties and small talk are a drudgery. Balancing the right facial expressions and pitch tones of “hello” and “how are you” tire me down to the soul. In a world full of “I’m good”, I want to know what kept you up all night.

When I ask people about who they are, most people become suspicious. My curiosity either pushes or it pulls. Conversations go astray as I find out the truth. Without any words, they understand they can’t be just “good”. I think the best conversations I have ever had have been unsaid. Unaccustomed with a raw honesty and truth, I gently push. I love the world and understand I do not understand a lot, but I push for the truth.

The point of this entry is that there is realness in everything. Even if people say they are “good” or smile and laugh, there is always so much more. Hopefully, if you are still reading, I hope you’ll want to go to sea, even if there isn’t a guaranteed safe boat. We will never completely know each other but we have the option of listening to each other stories. Stay strong.

Signing off,


Saturday, November 18, 2017

An Introduction: Giselle Magana

Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of "Me Talking". 

This will be my first post for "Me Talking! I am super excited in sharing the wisdom I have acquired during my twenty years of life. My name is Giselle Magana and am currently an undergraduate student double majoring in Business Administration with a concentration in Management and Apparel Merchandising!

I hope to cover the struggles of college through the perspective of an introverted person and supply tips and tricks in how to survive its wild ride! I will not be giving you guides on what to wear or how to look, I will simply give thoughts on life that will hopefully comfort you in your own questions and concerns. Expect reflection bits and poetic anecdotes of moments written for mild enjoyment.

Altogether, my vision is to inspire and generate content that will be worthwhile. Let us seek for greater truth in sharing our own. I will leave down below quick little facts about me so that we can be become more acquainted with each other!

Quick Facts of Giselle Magana by Giselle Magana:

1.         I love writing, but not enough to make a career out of it.

2.         If I have any free time, I am usually doing something weird like analyzing a mythological story!

3.         My favorite color is lavender, it’s a pale purple and it’s great. 

4.         I love social justice and community outreach initiatives such as Fair Trade.

5.         I am HUGE environmentalist. Hand in hand, I am very down to earth person.

6.         Ask me why I am a fashion major and I will explain to you the concept of Fast Fashion and materialism. *PLEASE don’t ask me for fashion advice or the latest trends because I’m not about that. 

7.         In the future, I hope to work in developing businesses focused on creating ethical jobs to those most disadvantaged, such as third world workers that do not have access to decent working conditions, education or treated humanely. 

8.         I am dreamy realist, which means I love making and strategizing plans but soon get lost in daydreams once the plan has been established.

9.         I have a dry sense of humor, and it’s lovely.

10.       I ran out of facts but here you are reading this.

That is all for now!

Signing off,


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

A Poem

Thoughts during a Study Break
By: Rodolfo Perez

The cold, brisk air fills my lungs,
And I find its chilly essence so refreshing.
Much better than the warm, stale kind I was breathing,
Just a few moments ago.
I stand, facing the main residence hall,
The lights on in most rooms.
Rooms filled with minds,
Some great, others mediocre,
All worried about one thing.
I too, worry about the same.
The Future.
Suddenly, the air is not so refreshing, and my brow begins to twitch.
My long, relaxed breathing is now torpid,
And tired.
I do the one activity I was supposed to be taking a break from.
My brow is now not the only thing twitching,
And although I am out in the open,
I suddenly feel trapped.
I close my eyes, in an effort to clear my mind,
But it’s too late.
I am aware once again.
I turn back to face the library, and I make my way back to my study-place.
Another break over.

Monday, November 13, 2017

I Have The Strangest Ideas For a Play (UPDATE #22)

Hello everyone and welcome to yet another edition of Me Talking. Gee, college is a weird place. It may be the most stressful, amusing place I’ve ever been. Like, one moment you’re enjoying your time just lounging about, playing pool, having coffee, or studying blissfully in a quiet library, then the next thing you know, you’re 3 weeks behind in all of your classes, and realizing you haven’t eaten anything all day and it’s 2 AM so it’s technically not even the same day anymore. In terms of your social activity, you’re constantly balancing out your day into a “to go out, or not to go out?” situation. That’s not even the hardest part for me. The hardest part is when you do decide to go out, say perhaps, you want to take a break from your studies, and you can’t decide what it is you’re supposed to do. It’s here I find myself making the most mistakes. I always think in one of two ways when I have a conversation. One way is to not say too much for the sake of not taking too much time, and the other is to give as much to the conversation as I can. Either way, I always somehow end up doing the wrong thing. It’s a very complex thing, college is, but I like to think it’s important to talk to people, otherwise you’ll just be some nobody who ends up talking to themselves all the time. Next thing you know they’re writing their thoughts online for everyone to hear, but no one to answer, and no one wants to be that loser right? Right?

Friday, September 22, 2017

Suisocial Tendencies (UPDATE #21)

Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Me Talking. If there’s one thing so far that college has made me realize it’s how little I’ve grown in terms of social interaction. I mean, don’t get me wrong, of you were to have me write a speech or give a talk in front of a large group of people, I could do it, and I could do it well if I do say so myself. I’ve never had an issue being social in that aspect, but it’s what comes after the speech, or after that talk I find myself struggling with the most. I was told once by someone that my stance, and my facial expression give off an uninviting vibe and some (she meant most) people find that intimidating. I don’t mind being intimidating, but I don’t think of myself as a very intimidating person. I wake up in the morning. I eat a small breakfast. I go to school. I work. And I go home. That being said, why, since I have such a lifestyle so similar to those of my fellow peers, do I feel so alienated when it comes to being relatable? As I dug deeper into this thought I just became more confused as to what makes a conversation worth the time it takes to converse, and what makes someone want to talk to someone, and eventually have those two people become “friends”. I still don’t really know. I mean, in grade school, or even more recently in high school, you see a person wearing a shirt of a band you like, or you see someone whom you’ve had three classes in the same day with, and then you have something to work with, but does that still apply on college campuses? If it does, that kinda sucks. I’m so tired of that. I guess what I’m looking for from college right now (besides studying hard and doing well) is having a “real” conversation with an individual. Just starting a meaningful conversation that isn’t based on some common ground would be good, because I don’t think there needs to be common ground if it’s a real conversation. Kind of like a “My Dinner with Andre” thing, but rather than with old friends, with just some person. I feel as if I need this because I fear I’ve lost all socializing skills, and that’s pretty devastating. 

Thursday, September 14, 2017


Hi. In case you didn’t know, I’m currently in my freshman year of college. I’m attending the University of St. Francis. So far in terms of academics I’m very much on top of things, but as you know we’re only about a month into first semester so it’s a little early to really brag about that. The one thing that weighs on my mind when it comes to college is the true atmosphere of the campus I attend. Growing up, I had this template for how college life is supposed to look. Most of that template came from “Animal House” and the once popular TV show “Community” (which I recommend you all watch). That being said, I expected hijinks and high-energy situations to ensue. In my short time here there are no togas in sight, a lack of pre-parties at football games, and no TP-ing in sight. It’s a little depressing. God, I hope I’m not becoming one of those depressed college kids I keep hearing about, that would be terrible. It’s too basic to be one, much too basic.


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Questions That Keep Me Up At Night

Hi. You wanna know what's something that bothers me? Probably not, I mean who cares what some kid from the midwest has to say right? Anyways, something that's always bothered me is the ability to make a problem out of nothing. We exist on this planet with no structured purpose. We are born, we live (some of us do anyway) and we die, simple as that. In this simple life however, we're born with the gift and the curse we call conscious thought, and it's a bitch I'm telling you. Through this thinking process, we create this gold standard for what our life is supposed to be like, and that standard is to be happy day in and day out, nonstop, for our entire lives. My question is why? Why create this unrealistic goal of unlimited contentment, when the majority of our lives are filled with hardship and despair? I'm not saying it's wrong to want to be happy, but it is wrong to be unfeasible and want happiness every waking moment in your entire life. We need hardship in our lives. Without a little bit of stress in our lives, what would drive us to do anything? A life without a little bit of stress once in a while isn't a life worth living in my opinion. With that being said, I'd love to hear an opinion on this, so if anyone wants to comment on this feel free to. Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more.


Wednesday, April 26, 2017


                It’s been a while since I’ve last logged into my blog. I’ll admit, a part of me had forgotten the short term popularity this website had generated, and yet here I am, writing (eventually typing by the time you read this) to this hollow entity I’ve created. I graduate high school in 30 days, 24 minutes, and 19 seconds from writing this, and I could not be more anxious to leave the secondary level of education into my undergraduate studies. With the timer counting down the seconds to the moment I wait for, I can’t help but start remembering what got me to this point. A lot of people look to their memory for some validation of how they’ve changed over time, and how they’re not the same people coming into high school as they are leaving. With that in mind, I believe I have not changed at all over my four years in school, and I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. So many people have left my life. Some left for good, and I miss a lot of them. Thinking about them reminds me of what life used to be like, and how simple it used to be.


Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Dreams and Power

Hi everyone. I have to be honest with all of you who still open this blog up to check in on any content I may release. I feel it’s my duty as a creator, and as a person to be honest with the way things are going right now. My second semester has started today. It is the last semester of high school for me, and it seems like everyone is up in arms and energized. I am not energized; as a matter of fact, I am exhausted. My exhaustion reaches beyond the academic realm and has made its way into my family life. Suddenly the talks of what college I want to go to or what major I want to take are no longer discussed, but argued. The things I find in my short life to give me pleasure, or give me a moment of contentment are being criticized on occasion. I think the thing that disturbs me the most are my dreams. I used to anticipate going to bed because I would have dreams of pleasure, success, and dreams where impossibilities become possible. Over the last couple of months, I have been having dreams that have become more surreal as time goes on. Dreams where I’ll be in my home with my girlfriend, calmly enjoying a film or a nice cup of coffee, are interrupted by a knock at the door. Upon opening the door, I see an old friend of mine standing there. Before even asking what she is doing there, she forces her way into my home, and attempts to kill me. This is the basic template of a dream I’ve had for about four times in the last week. Every time I have this dream, something more and more bizarre occurs. In the most recent rendition of this wild episode (just this past night) she was accompanied by her boyfriend and a few unrecognizable people. The odd thing about these dreams is that they never succeed in ending my life, for I always wake up before they do. Upon waking up from the dream, I make an attempt to fall asleep, but I can’t. So there I lay awake for hours until the morning comes. I don’t know why I’m having these dreams, or why I can’t fall asleep, but it’s something that makes one think what it really means to be grounded as an individual. I hope the dreams end; I really do need my sleep.