Okay, if you live in the city and you've never been to one of the many PAPAYA restaurants that are scattered all over the overly populated city, then you're totally missing out. Today I went to one of these fabulous locations with my friends for lunch. It was one of the best meals that I've had in a while outside of my home.
Sorry Grandma.
She makes amazing food. Though technically I haven't been over at her place to eat the food she makes in a little while. Every now and then she comes over to make food or bring it over, or just sends some over. Either way, my Grandma's food is just downright delicious. Then again, why wouldn't homemade Dominican food be delicious?
Back on subject, if you've never ever been to a PAPAYA restaurant, then get up off your butt and find one!!! You are missing out until you do. Go eat PAPAYA and die happily, or else.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
A Capella Science- Bohemian Gravity
I absolutely love this video. It was done by a physics grad student as part of his thesis. This thing is a heck lot of mind-blowing fun. Hope you enjoy!
Friday, May 10, 2013
Computer Spring Cleaning
So I was going through different folders and files on my computer to see what I could trash, and in process I even found some things that I had long forgotten about for a couple of years at least. The reason for this clean up was because my computer was beginning to get a "little" cluttered in areas that I had formally designated to myself as off-limits to clutter. Getting to the interesting stuff now, I happened across two funny little pics, one of which is related to a movie(or two) while the other is just for fun.
Monday, February 18, 2013
The Inconvenient Truth Behind Waiting For Superman
So I had this class assignment where I needed to answer this long list of extremely detailed questions, but to answer them I needed to watch this short documentary. The documentary is basically a "return fire" response to the documentary "Waiting For Superman" that hit theaters nationwide in the U. S. "Waiting For Superman" painted NY educators, as well as those throughout the nation, as the enemy and the cause of our currently failing school systems. In the documentary "The Inconvenient Truth Behind Waiting For Superman", you're shown the reality of the work that educators do and what the real cause for our failing school system is.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
My Crazy Summer Curse Part #2
Well I thought that I'd continue on with the happenings behind my my Summer Curse, but before I get to that, I just realized how bad my manners have gotten. I never said happy New Year. Eh, kind of pointless now, huh? Anyway, onto the latest happening of my lovely Summer Curse.
It was on the last day of the school year in 2010, and I wouldn't be seeing my friend for a while. After walking with her to her train station, I'd retraced my steps back to my station. Beginning down the stairs and staying next to the hand rail, which had become a habit do to my many accidents, I conveniently slipped on some garbage that a fellow citizen felt too lazy to carry to its proper disposal area. Had I not been near the hand rail and been able to grab hold of it, I might have been in some serious trouble. It's a good thing that I wasn't. When I fell, I cried out in pain slightly and let out some tears, but that was it. I felt that I was okay. Until I tried to get up and start walking.
Many people saw me fall and injure myself. Everyone kept on walking and did not even bother with a glance in my direction. I sat there in shock, attempting to compose myself and barely comprehending somewhere in the back of my mind that I should call my mother or somebody for help. Then, a man ran down next to me and asked me if I was okay and even what happened. I was so grateful for just that little bit of consideration. Once I told him what the issue was he asked if I had anyone to call for help and if I needed a phone. While I called, he left saying he would get some ice, I thought maybe a small amount, but he returned with two full bags of ice for my foot.
Afterwards, he helped me up the stairs when he learned that no one would be able to pick me up. And when I asked if he could help me get into a taxi so I could get home, he did so even going so far as to pay for the entire fare for me. At first I was hesitant when taking assistance from this strange man, but he was very kind, telling me of his girlfriend and how she had injured her leg as well the month before. I'm quite sure that I may have made that kind man late to wherever it was that he was going, and for that I am very sorry. But, what I do regret even more is that I will never be able to properly say thank you to that kind Samaritan.
It was on the last day of the school year in 2010, and I wouldn't be seeing my friend for a while. After walking with her to her train station, I'd retraced my steps back to my station. Beginning down the stairs and staying next to the hand rail, which had become a habit do to my many accidents, I conveniently slipped on some garbage that a fellow citizen felt too lazy to carry to its proper disposal area. Had I not been near the hand rail and been able to grab hold of it, I might have been in some serious trouble. It's a good thing that I wasn't. When I fell, I cried out in pain slightly and let out some tears, but that was it. I felt that I was okay. Until I tried to get up and start walking.
Many people saw me fall and injure myself. Everyone kept on walking and did not even bother with a glance in my direction. I sat there in shock, attempting to compose myself and barely comprehending somewhere in the back of my mind that I should call my mother or somebody for help. Then, a man ran down next to me and asked me if I was okay and even what happened. I was so grateful for just that little bit of consideration. Once I told him what the issue was he asked if I had anyone to call for help and if I needed a phone. While I called, he left saying he would get some ice, I thought maybe a small amount, but he returned with two full bags of ice for my foot.
Afterwards, he helped me up the stairs when he learned that no one would be able to pick me up. And when I asked if he could help me get into a taxi so I could get home, he did so even going so far as to pay for the entire fare for me. At first I was hesitant when taking assistance from this strange man, but he was very kind, telling me of his girlfriend and how she had injured her leg as well the month before. I'm quite sure that I may have made that kind man late to wherever it was that he was going, and for that I am very sorry. But, what I do regret even more is that I will never be able to properly say thank you to that kind Samaritan.
Monday, January 28, 2013
My Crazy Summer Curse- part #1
Towards the end of my final year in middle school, I picked up a curse somewhere. That was the year 2007, and for nearly four years I was the sorry victim of what I've decidedly dubbed the My Summer Curse. The main features of this curse were that towards the beginning of summer, or the end of the current school year, I would suddenly somehow injure one of my legs. It could be a sprain, fracture, or simply me over extending the joint in a particular direction. No matter, something would always occur and ruin the beginning of my summer, and sometimes even its entirety. The curse didn't end there though, just when I'd come rather close to being just about completely healed, near the end of the summer I would in some manner injure myself again.
One of my most vivid memories of My Summer Curse is that of the end of my final year in middle school. My class was on the last day of a 3-day trip to Washington D.C., and as we were all waiting to depart that very morning, it so happened that there was a decently sized pot-hole in the most inconvenient place behind our coach bus. Two chaperons that had already stepped in it had failed to mention its existence before I so conveniently stepped into it and twisted my left ankle. Since we weren't in NY, an emergency room wasn't an option apparently, and since the coach bus driver wasn't being paid to sit around and watch an 8th grader while the rest of the grade wandered around D.C. taking in the sights, I had to walk on the thing for at least another 3 hours.
By the time we returned to NY and I got home, once I'd taken off my sneaker, I was able to take in quite the sight. My ankle had swollen up to the size of a grapefruit. No joke. After we got my ankle checked out, we learned that I twisted my ankle to the point that I fractured a bone in my leg. And me walking on it for a good few hours did not help the matter at all. When I returned to school after the incident, my classmates couldn't comprehend how it could be so bad. Some were in disbelief due to the fact that I had been walking a great deal after the fact on the trip. I just smiled at them and told them that they should be happy it wasn't them.
One of my most vivid memories of My Summer Curse is that of the end of my final year in middle school. My class was on the last day of a 3-day trip to Washington D.C., and as we were all waiting to depart that very morning, it so happened that there was a decently sized pot-hole in the most inconvenient place behind our coach bus. Two chaperons that had already stepped in it had failed to mention its existence before I so conveniently stepped into it and twisted my left ankle. Since we weren't in NY, an emergency room wasn't an option apparently, and since the coach bus driver wasn't being paid to sit around and watch an 8th grader while the rest of the grade wandered around D.C. taking in the sights, I had to walk on the thing for at least another 3 hours.
By the time we returned to NY and I got home, once I'd taken off my sneaker, I was able to take in quite the sight. My ankle had swollen up to the size of a grapefruit. No joke. After we got my ankle checked out, we learned that I twisted my ankle to the point that I fractured a bone in my leg. And me walking on it for a good few hours did not help the matter at all. When I returned to school after the incident, my classmates couldn't comprehend how it could be so bad. Some were in disbelief due to the fact that I had been walking a great deal after the fact on the trip. I just smiled at them and told them that they should be happy it wasn't them.
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