There's always two sides to the story.

ATTENTION: don't read this unless you're prepared to read. lol

So, just so everyone knows, I'm Mormon. If you don't know this by now, then I haven't done my part as a faithful LDS member. Yeah, I've done some pretty hypocritical things in my life. That's why I'm writing this right now! So you can get to know me - just a lil better than you did before.

I used to:
~ smoke weed. faithfully. err day. religiously.
~ drink. resentfully, but lightened up and rather enjoyed it too much once i got started.
~ have sex. surprisingly, with quite a few girls. and with my favorite ones, quite often and frequently.
~ watch porn. what guy hasn't tho, honestly? lol
~ masturbate. if u wanna take porn to the next level.
~ beat people up for fun in high school band class. then id joke them horribly for it.
~ talk shit to my parents. cut them off and put my friends first.
~ use my friends - sometimes. or maybe i just used my acquaintances.
~ think i was the anti-christ. i know, not only blasphemous, but really - stupid.
~ lie. all the time. as if i was acting, tryin to be someone i wasn't.
~ steal. everything. lol like i believed i deserved it.

So, for the mormons who are reading this - now that you have finally been exposed to some of Javan's dark deeds, what do you think of me now? Yeah, when u grow up in tha hood, it can have this influence on your life. i wanted to be cool. fit in. and yeah, i truly did enjoy all of these things - at one time or another. and yeah, one by one ive realized they were wrong. and no, i never really liked to preach the gospel cause i never wanted to offend nobody. and i used to have lots of problems wit the church too. haha lol for example...

1. why the hell werent blacks allowed to hold the priesthood until a century after the church was reorginized? i thought that was racist as hell. however, i never found the answer, but i do know that God will try the faith of His children in strange ways. I put my trust in God that He knew what he was doing.
2. why do old white mormons judge u like they proper and perfect and then they tell u how to live ur life? bitch u aint shit, u dont know me! but i learned that i shouldnt judge the principles of the gospel based on what the people do. and no offense to rich white mormons. i really do love u guys. yal are super funny to me lol
3. if God knows everything, He knows exactly where im gonna end up, wife, no wife, my future job, my death, i fail, i succeed, if i make it to the celestial kingdom or not. so whats the fuckin use of life? why the hell is God gonna let me go thru some bullshit and make phony promises if he knows im gonna fail? HOWEVER - ive recently learned that this IS a test. i can PROVE to Him that even tho He already knows where im gonna end up, i can still make the right choices. i determine where i end up. i take it as a challenge to always make the right decision and place my trust - TRULY place my trust in my Heavenly Father. fate doesnt exist. only destiny.
4. i been thru a lot. and i often felt like i deserved to be so much happier than what i already was. i wanted to be rich, have a hot girlfriend, stuffs like that. i felt i deserved it. why was i so nice to everyone and goin thru the struggle but still faithful (somewhat) and still God allowed bad things to happen to me? but i learned - the hard way - that u never expect anything. u do it cause God is God. He is the man. point blank. He gave u err thing u got. yeah, even the gift to read what im writing right now. ur breath. ur very celestial existence. He created ur spirit. so when He tells u to do sumin, just be happy and do what the heck He tells u do.

and its just stupid shit like that i had trouble with. but ive learned a lot. im kinda mature for my age. and u wanna know sumin funny? i have SOOOO much more in life to learn. lol im super ignorant compared to God. actually, compared to alotta people lol but hey - if it helps, i aint that person now. ive turned around completely. my life has gotten so much more better. i no longer care about:

* whats good in the hood. the hood has caused me to remain in the ignorant mind frame of the stereotypical african-american. i dont need to know how to sell drugs, do drugs, spit game, jump a nigga, rob a liquor store, shoot craps, or talk or act like they - damn lol like "we" do. lol talk or act like we do. thats ignorant. my destiny is not the hood.
* fashion. well, i do adore dressing and fashion, but i know it aint all about that. i dont need to know the new lingo or dance or style. clothes aint gonna get me to heaven. neither is a hot girl. but its sumin swell to look at. lol and im a dude, i aint gon lie. she gotta be attractive. but forrils, there is no such thing as a gorgeous ass hole. and the cars and the crib aint gon get me to God either. i learned that its things like spirituality and wisdom and knowledge and charity and forgiveness and hard work and perseverance and honesty and goals that get u far in life. and not to mention, to God.
* what people think. u do u and ima do me. yeah, if u care bout me, show it. i really do care about family and friends, and alotta times, i really do care about strangers - as children of God tho. feel me? but if bitches tryna correct my every wrong and niggas hatin cause i act funny, lol i got sumin for ya. FUCK YOU. lol

SO. lemme talk to my niggas in the hood. if u feel me, im tryna make sumin of myself now. dont judge me because i put down ur ignorant ways to climb my personal ladder to success. just cause im not the same "Javan" or "Jiggy" u knew. im better. im goin somewhere. im doin sumin wit myself. it takes baby steps, but God and i got big plans for this dude right here. i got goals. dont hate cause the snowbunnies find me charming. cause i got goals and plans outside of the hood. u really wana be stuck there? good luck fuckin hos and sellin drugs and payin child support the rest of ur life. good luck wit the cops, the drive by's, and worst of all, the intensified classifications of stereotypes. u are what u make ur self out to be. so who u gonna be? u gon hate me cause i wanna change and put down the smokin and the drinkin and the sex and the other habits cause i wanna change and be wit God? so u just gon let satan rule u the rest of ur life? give it up. i see the light. or at least im startin to. and when my day comes, i could care less of how u see me, cause it wont matter when God sees me and i cant be wit Him. then this life is a waste. and i done wasted 20 years. but fuck it. i cant waste no more. and yeah, im sorry i keep cursin, but this is how i feel bout this. real passionate. yes, all of a sudden im passionate bout my religion. but i should be.

sorry this is so long. i just want people to know that ive fucked up - alot. too many times to count. we all have. im nowhere near perfect, but dont judge me. please, see me for who im tryna be, what im tryna accomplish. and secondly, dont think im phony or stuck up because i realize ignorance and injustice and im willin to leave my comfort zone to make a difference in my life and the lives of others. if anythin, support me. help me reach my goals. i need my friends and fam. just - please. i am so misunderstood, its crazy. TRY to understand me. or overstand me.

There's always two sides to the story.

I Just Wanna Be Successful

I don't really have any pics to put here. But that's cool, pics can't begin to describe what I'm feeling right now. I guess the title makes it clear. Pardon the bush-beating, but so many things are running through my mind. lol I wonder, have you ever felt like this? I mean like, you have so much talent, and you just don't know where to start? It's kinda weird. I mean, I'm not tryna sound cocky or anything, I'm just saying. I'm excited. It's cool when you realize that you're good at things. Like - if you were to join the football team, and you actually realized in practice or a game that you were really talented in your position. That's what I feel like. I can actually write good rhymes. I can actually stay healthy and help people become healthy. I can actually act. If I really wanted to, I bet I could learn business real well. I actually have a good sense of fashion. Maybe not the best budget to support it right now, lol, cause I'm thrifty and all, but still. I'm good with what I have. So, could I really be anything I want? I mean, I know I could be an actor. A personal trainer. A business partner with my sister in fashion. And yes, even though some may not see it, a hip-hop artist. I could be a writer. I'm good at writing. I could relive my childhood and study paleontology. I could be a paleontologist. I could open up my own restaurant. I already know who I would hire for everything. Open up my own training gym. Learn different fighting styles. The world is mine for the taking. Then, I have these other thoughts. Every time I get all excited about what my future could be, God brings me better sight. I realize that while I should pursue something I enjoy doing, I also need to think about the needs of a future family. Lol, yeah, you don't hear too many guys my age talk about that these days. I would love to have a family. Raise kids, love a wife, all that mushy stuff. As long as I'm successful with a career that I enjoy and our basic needs are always met - I'd be happy. Success - to me - is just that. Becoming happy. I bet you I could do all of these things if I really put my mind and body to it. You just don't understand the kind of - faith - I have in myself now. But when it's all said and done, I'm still a real person. I just wanna be successful.

Recovery

Caught the swine flu Monday somehow. Started with a runny nose and plenty of sneezing. I thought it was just too cold here in Utah. But I guess it had something else to offer...

So yeah, I really did have the swine flu. It's a bitch to have. Trust me, you don't want it as bad as I had it. Monday night I played basketball - thought I sweated it out. Alas, Tuesday morning, 9:00 am, I woke up breathing hard and rapid, and couldn't stop shaking due to cocaine-like jitters. It was NOT fun. Plus, my brain hurt, my back hurt, my muscles hurt, and no matter what I was always cold. Couldn't concentrate, couldn't remember, couldn't walk straight, and for the whole day Tuesday, I could barely get up and walk around the house. However, God granted me mercy through two preisthood blessings and I by Wednesday morning I was already feeling 500% better. Now it's Friday, and even last night I was able to go play volleyball. Not without knowing that it's gone first, though. I don't want to give ANYONE what I had. I went insane Tuesday. It was crazy. It was hell. Went to the doctor Wednesday morning, got some antibiotics. Now I'm sure this this thing is gone. It's not so much the drugs, or the people who helped take care of me, or even my own strong immune system that healed me. It was all God.

Learned a lot of life lessons with the swine flu. Well, there's some emotional and spiritual drama that's going on with me too. And a close encounter with death like that (and I never went to an E.R. lol) can make you see a lot things. Like the type of guy you need to become. The type of woman you want to be with. The goals you want to achieve. You know, sentimental but necessary crap like that lol. Also, the person God wants you to be. You also learn a little bit more about yourself and who you are.

But I thank God every day I'm healed. Now I'm all better.

Who wants to party?!?!?! :)

I'll Be Home For Christmas

You can count on me. lol You know the thing I love most about my job? It's the fact that if I don't have classes that day, I don't have work that day. That means when I get two weeks off of school for Christmas vacation, that also means I get two weeks off of work. Gotta love it. And you know me. You KNOW me. I'm headed STRAIGHT back to Virginia, back to the warmth and comfort of home, family, friends, the hood, and soul food. Back to where things make sense - sorta. lol Just a little bit more.



It's been a whole year since I've been gone from home now. I'm proud of myself. I can honestly say I'm doing fine without family, but you know you can never be TOO fine without family. Family is SO cool. When you have no one else, family is all that's left. God, always, of course - but here on Earth, family. lol I was having a little period of confusion about the fairer sex a few days ago. last weekend, actually. So I called up Octavia, and we got it straightened out. She told me what was going on, what I needed to do, bada bing, bada boom - it's dealt with. See, I can call up family anytime I need them. And anytime I want them. And that's that the beauty of it all. :) I'm so excited to be going home. Two WHOLE weeks! I owe you one, Mom. <3

Army National Guard

Lately, I've been wondering what I'm gonna do about this little financial sitiation I find myself in. I mean, what - out-of-state tuition is six grand for full time? Hell to the naw! So instead of puttin up with this in the spring, why not make my time productive? Also, I need money to get through college. Money that I don't have to pay back would be nice. And if someone asked me to throw on a uniform for it, I'm thinking - at what cost do I value my education? Now, I know what you're thinking. Or at least what you'd be thinkin if you were my parents. Am I sure I wanna do this? Remember Javan, you have to serve time in order to get money for college. Well, no disrespect to my parents, but duhr! I know well what I'm getting into. Gettin into some dough that's gonna get a brotha paid. Well, at least my school. And then - the theatre scholarship comes into play. See, I'm finally startin to think ahead. Think into the future. And plus, I guess this program benefits my desire to help and serve the community as a humanitarian. Except, I guess I'ma be gettin paid for it still.... Well, if you aint know before, I'm talkin bout the




I pretty much have it planned out - if I decide to do it. And even tho a few days ago I was all gung ho about it, I am having second thoughts. I mean, That's eight years I gotta do this shit. Ya know? But the good thing about that is that they'll still let me do theatre, and since I also wanna be a personal trainer, they have programs that'll really help me with that as well. It'd probably be better than the personal training UVU itself has to offer. So... it sounds good thus far to me. Here are some more benefits of the National Guard:



You already know the homie focused on the first three! And it'll prolly take me six years in school anyway, so the last two inactive years I can go wherever the hell I want to. :) I've been talkin to a lot of people about it, both in and out of the program. Hopefully those inside the program aint been feeding me bullshit. Cause I'll raise hell. But I guess, based on what u see here and/or what u know or think, lemme know what ur opinion is on me joining this program. Cause I'm bout to start basic training in January if I decide to do it.

Home

"Another aeroplane, another sunny place, I'm lucky I know - but I wanna go home. I got to go home."

Ahh. My beloved home. Aka the 7 Cities, aka Pistol City (for Norfolk residents), aka Tha 757. Holla atcha boi. This is where I grew up. Lost my virginity here. Learned how to ride a bike here. Got my first "E" on a report card here. Best believe I took that shit back to the teacher and told dat bitch throw some D's on my shit! lol But forrils, this is where I got my first job. Got my first girlfriend. Got my first apartment. Got my first bully. I may have been born in Chi-Town, but this is where I was raised. This is where my family and friends are. At least my direct family. At least my ride-or-die friends. All my true homies are in these parts. This is where I graduated. This is where I learned life the hard way. This is where most of my persecution most of my miracles, most of my life took place. Here I experienced love. Hate. Envy. Popularity. Greed. Forgivness. Anger. Charity. Faith. Wisdom. Stupidity. Intelligence. Fear. Courage. Humility. Pride. Spirituality. Survival. Hope. Heartbreak. Joy. Melancholy. Wholeness. Sacrifice. Winning. Losing. Discipline. Respect. Trust. Friendship. Betrayal.

These are my family and friends. Boy, did I have some great times with these guys. You just don't know. And not even all of them are here, of course. We used to do some stupid shit back in the day. See, here, this is where the hood lies. Now for those of you who don't know what a hood is, let me educate you. A "hood" is different from a "ghetto". A ghetto is a place with no matter how much knowledge, there is no opportunity. A hood is a place where no matter how opportunity there is, there is pure ignorance. Lucky for me, I was raised in the hood, but I'm not really "of" the hood. I've seen some stuff growing up, but I always choose to see the good in things. You know, be optimistic. That's what my home has taught me. These guys you see here above - they helped me get through some rough times. No joke. We been through some shit, I'll tell ya that much. We lived the struggled of our generation in that place. Some of us financially, some of us spiritually, some of us intellectually. However, it's brought us all closer together. It's made us family. This is our home. And boy, do I miss it. <3



"Let me go home. I've had my run, and baby I'm done. I wanna go home. Let me come home. It'll all be alright, I'll be home tonight. I'm comin back home." - Michael Buble

In Special Memory Of

I'm a nice guy. You know this. Anyone who knows me knows this. They can testify. I'm a very forgiving person. But even I have to think of myself sometimes. And my friends if they're involved. I have a few rules you need to obey:

1. NEVER EVER talk shit about my family. Bitch I will kill you where you stand.
2. Never ever talk shit about my friends. Especially behind their backs. Please be a full grown adult and confront them to their face. Even then, you may want to watch what you say.
3. This probably should've been number one, but don't EVER try to bring me down because I'm LDS. God has given me the right to defend my choice of religion, and I will use it to the max. Don't criticize me because I have standards better than yours.
4. Don't be an ass hole. Being an ass hole gets you nowhere in life. In fact, it can get that ass whooped. In fact, It can get you killed. Actually, as a matter of fact, it can get your family killed. What right do you have to be a fucking jerk to people for no reason? You ain't one of the New Boyz! Nobody likes an ass hole. They smell like ass hole. They look like ass hole. When you listen to the bull shit that comes from their mouth, you breath in intoxicated ass hole fumes and vapors that seep into and poison your veins. Then you could become an ass hole too.
5. Respect is given, not earned. Trust is to be judged personally. Generally, you do not judge others. However, If you DO judge, judge wisely. People need to straight open up their fucking minds.
6. The racist shit is kinda iffy here. What exactly is racism? If you just met me, don't tell me I can dunk a basketball because I'm black. What the fuck? You really can't come up with any other form of communication to engage in with me other than make phony comments on what's only HALF of my color? You don't know even know me that well. Bitch I will Rick James your ass.
7. Actions speak louder than words. If you love me, show me. Don't say "You're my brother, I got your back, I love you." and then turn around and treat me like shit and THEN justify that shit shit by saying "I treat you like shit because I love you" WHAT THE FUCK???
8. Lastly, I don't really care what people say about me, because God and I know what the business is. But please, voice your opinions to my face. Have the testicles - or the lips - to do that. I don't say anything behind someone's back I won't say to their face. Even then, I remain objective about things. Honesty is my best policy.


So, follow these rules, and we'll get along perfectly. I don't care if you don't clean up after yourself, if you hate rap and misunderstand the hip hop community, or even if you're a tool or a phony superficial bitch. We can work through that. However, I really hope (if you had parents) that you were raised right by somebody. Anybody. And special shout out to Patrick Ian Warren Crawford. The biggest ass hole I've ever known. The only person to betray me thrice and still I forgave him. The only fake ass Irish mother fucker I will cut off from my presence. Congratulations, you racist bitch, you've earned a special Jiggyfly blog dedication. And to anyone who's reading this, know that I've already said this to his face, and I'll say it again.

As for the ass hole - listen up here buddy. Fuck you. Let's get that out the way first. Ok. I feel sorry for you. And sorry for myself because I let you do and get away with SO much bull shit. I've let you treat me like shit. I let you talk shit about my friends and family. I let you do shit to my friends and family. I let you discriminate against me because I'm half black and half samoan. I let you put my personal business on blast. I let you talk shit about me in public. I let you think the way you think. I let you take care of me. I let you act the way you act. I let you hang that confederate flag up in that fucking room you share with me. I let you tell me I was weak for being strong and faithful in my religion. I let you control me with the hood in me. I let you believe what you believe. And you are the single greatest mistake I have ever made in my life. I pity you. I hope you do change. You need psychiatric help. You need Dr. Phil. You need Jesus. You need these nuts in your mouth. As a matter of fact, I rather you let go of my nuts first. Whether or not I tell you or someone else tells you about this blog, you WILL read it one day. This will surely come to pass. You are a bitch to try and assault your own "brother". People have done you wrong your whole life, but think twice before you become what they've become. I shed no tears for you. Never will. You mean nothing to me. I am free. I am totally free. I am happy. And I want you to know this. I am genuinely happy. Goodbye, Patrick Ian Warren Crawford. It was good while it - naw fuck that. So it was in the beginning, and so it was in the end.

FUCK YOU.

Lately

Lately, I've been really busy with school and work. It's kinda cool though, despite all the work that comes with it. Let me give you a peek of my schedule:

MWF
6:00 am mixed martial arts training
9:00 am voice and diction class
11:00 am stagecraft class
12:30 pm exercise and workout
2:00 pm homework/nap
5:00 pm work
9:00 pm homework/fun time
11:30 pm go to bed
*on Fridays, I usually go to the club or out to eat after work

TR
7:00 am math 1010
10:00 am english 1010
1:00 pm acting 2
2:30 pm exercise and work out
5:00 pm work
9:00 pm homework/fun time
10:30 pm go to sleep

Saturday
9:00 am - 10:00 am sleep in
11:00 am exercise/work out
12:30 pm stuff face/relax
rest of day is homework/fun time

Sunday
11:00 am - 12:00 pm sleep in
1:00 pm church
4:00 pm - 8:45 pm homework/fun time
9:00 pm ward prayer
9:30 pm homework/fun time
10:30 pm go to sleep


Then, after all is said and done, it begins again on Monday. Interesting, huh? Well, the schedule hasn't allowed me any dates really - I guess that can be a good thing. lol :) No distractions, right? However, I came here to act. And I hate to say it, but this schedule isn't letting me act. My work is always Monday through Friday, 5-9. Rehearsals, auditions, and assessments run during those hours. It's kind of depressing, because I have to work in order to pay the rent. Yet, I enjoy it all. Lucky me, I've made great friends here that give me a piece of home. These Utah people are crazy! lol But everyone here is pretty much goal-oriented, if not going somewhere. I see why I need to be here. I guess It helps that I'm LDS, but still I'm reminded everyday that I'm not like everyone else. No matter how much everyone else tries to break me or be like me. ;)

That's all that's been going on, lately.

Man On The Moon

Am I not meant to have happiness? Must life always be so difficult? Well, I know someone will always have it worse than me, but still, life feels like a lot right now. I'm currently speaking my mind right now, so you don't have to read if you want to. However, I feel necessary to let a few things loose. You know, write them down here. I guess the journal isn't good enough. lol
So, I'm thinking about being here in Utah. Many people ask me why I'm here. Should I tell them all the truth? Well, I came here to go to school. That's true. But I really came because my environment wasn't allowing me to move forward in a good direction. One that would end my social and financial struggle, one that would help mold me into a better person. I came here for a shot at a better life. To date decent girls. To go to school. To live on my own. To learn true responsibility. I must admit, I took my eye off the ball. I'm not these things or don't have these things - yet.

Well, I do go to school. But I'm not getting the grades I desired. Maybe it's because I don't desire to do well enough. It shows by my actions that I really don't try to do my best. It shows I don't care. And the fact that I actually don't care is pathetic.

I'm away from my home. My family. My friends. My hood. My culture. My origins. This kills me. It's so - different - here in Utah. And I have to experience this alone. But between having both sides of my family pressure me to end our financial and social struggles and trying to help my beloved sister get out of the hood and yet I'm trying to do what God wants me to do and then hustling and working jobs and stacking paper so I can pay the fucking rent and telling stupid ass white people to respect my African-American backgrounds and having all these so-called "decent" and "good" girls scared to get close to me and not having much fun at all because people here are too conservative and don't like to take risks and too innocent and naive to the outer world and think their problems are the worst and God's picking on them and having to watch what I say and do how I act and carry myself because I'm "different" and real and having to deal with these fake ass bitches who try to break me or impress me or show me they from some imaginary "hood" or "ghetto" or "projects" or trying to act "black" or "gangsta" and experiencing the same things day in and day out and dealing with a broke ass phone that works like a fucking Decepticon and trying to maintain my sanity through it all but having no soul food in four months makes it hard and having to be myself and trying to maintain a proper relationship with my own fucking father and resist so much old temptation and trying to change for the better and getting the courage to do better in church let alone trying to find some courage (let me know where I can find some) and containing these fucking horrible nightmares and blocking out the images Satan sticks in my head like a damn slide show and trying not to get angry and fight niggas and trying to make peace but I only find myself making excuses and deciphering when people are trying to honestly help and when people are just bull shitting and hating on a nigga just because I fucking act and look different and like different things and because I'm willing to let shit go and put my self on blast and I actually honestly try to help people because I actually give three or four or five shits maybe six and I realize that clothes don't make the man and the fact that I'm not cocky but confident and between me writing this and you reading this - I have a lot to handle right now.

I can't take this shit anymore. I am so lonely. I am the only one of my kind out here. There is no other. Where the fuck is this girl, this imaginary future wife I'm supposed to meet here? I damn sure haven't been looking for her, but it's times like these where I realize that it's truly just me and Jesus that I really want to grab her and hold her tight and have her whisper in my ear that I'm never alone. That everything will be alright. That I should have faith in God. She'd tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear. She'd push me to be better, she'd push me harder. And she would be the kind of girl that would make me want to better. For my self and for God. And then for her.

I am like Kid Cudi. I am a man on the moon. I'm unique to the tee. I'm really not like any person you've ever met. On the outside it's good. People love that stuff. Yet, how many people really end up with a unique person? Not many people end with up with me. Not many girls even take the chance. Take the risk. Damn it, how can so many fucking college people be so fucking immature? Still in the damn high school phase, the status quo! What kind of place is this?
Everyday I ask myself why I'm here. In Utah. The land of Satan's dreams. Everyone here is the same. Isn't that what Satan wanted? No diversity. Everyone thinks Utah can be dangerous. Psh. Fuck that, my mother would whoop half these niggas asses out here. Dangerous my ass. Cultured my ass. I've never seen so many people who were all raised the same and talk the same and dance the same and eat the same damn food and play the same damn sports and listen to the same damn music. What the hell kind of place is this?

Hold up, why am I so angry? lol I'm sorry Blogger. :)

Well, Jesus never said life was easy. He only said it would be worth it.

Wife or no wife, friends or no friends, I'm going to make it. Just me and Jesus. I can get through this. I can have faith. I be that man on the moon. I'm up on the moon.

Get to know me...

...cause I'm a pretty cool kid. A little kid at heart, to be precise. The government is Javan Mulinu'u Drake, but my friends call me Jiggyfly, or Jiggy for short. Born in Chi-Town, raised in VA, visit Portland, OR every so often and currently residing in Orem/Provo, UT. I claim the 757 as my hometown, yet I have overcome being a product of my hood environment. I pride myself on being unique and always having something new to offer freinds and accomplices alike. I'm a member of the LDS Mormon church, and proud of it. I am currently a freshman at Utah Valley University (the ONLY reason I'm here in Utah), in which I study Theatre and Physical Fitness. I'm outgoing, friendly, humorous, creative, spontaneous, athletic, mature, and I've been told a few times that I'm kinda cute. Don't take this the wrong way, lol. My father is African-American with a bit of Cocassion, and my mother is Samoan with a bit of Tongan and Hawaiian. I'm a very cultured brotha. I'm blunt, so don't be offended if I tell you like it is. I keep it real with people - I don't play when it comes to my family or friends. My little sister's the closest person in the world to me. I'm not a perfect human being, and she understands this the most. Besides God, of course. In fact, she's the reason I have this blogspot in the first place lol. So, if you ever want to know anything about me, holla atcha boi. If not, you probably already know me well enough. :)