Blood Donation

Just now I finished donating a pint of my blood to a good cause worth contributing. As a 9gager, my "faith in humanity was restored" when I sat in line amongst dozens of other students who wanted to save lives. But as a person I was really proud of both staff and donators.

I registered last week's Friday at Pace University for my first blood donation. I am not a needle phobic, but to be honest, a 16- gauge needle surprised me a while. Needles to say, these needles were bigger than conventional needles used for blood work. Simply picture a pic pen, take it apart and look at the tube that holds the ink. That should be as large as the needle gets.

Blood Center at Pace University

I do not know why I even thought of donating my blood, but then I realized that everyone's body had a pound of reserve blood; and by donating my blood I would be able to do a selfless act for somebody else who would need it. Just think about it, a pint of your own blood could do so much! The medics could use it to transfuse it to needing patients, or they could filter the blood into platelets, white blood cells and others for medical research. Contributing for humanity as God intended me to do. I was more than glad for my choice when I saw many of my friends and acquaintances doing the same as I.

It has been a long time since I last played my guitar. I miss it too and having been born in a Lating American country, I used to write lots of my songs and poems in Spanish. Today I wanted to share with you one of the last poems I wrote and the story behind it,
                    

Luna Opaco I.I

"La luna esta opaca,

         La cubre nubes y nieblas

       Y a mi corazón la cubre

         La trocha y falta de roce

     Su carencia de brillo,

Por infinito calina

   Mi falta de sentido,

      Por distancia maldita"

"Misty Moon I.I"

"The moon is dull,
                Covered by clouds and fogs
   Likewise my heart
            By trail and lack of beat

         Her lack of brightness

By infinite haze
  My lack of sense,
     By cursed distance"

This poem was written almost a year ago. Ever since then I have stopped writing poems and turned to novels. I write whenever I have spare time, whenever I am done with my college works and personal projects. I thought of this piece on one usual night when I gazed at the moon from my apartment window. Out on the streets was foggy and up near moon was cloudy. The moon was blurry and out of nowhere it hit me. I had to write about it even though I had no reason for it; and so I did.

Sarah D. Roosevelt Park

Who on Earth would think of walking under the blazing heat of the summer sun? Well, sportsmen and women of course. As I was walking on the streets of "my people" (Chinatown) I stumbled upon this group of people, lined up facing the fence towards the park. Curious I gazed where they were looking at and saw an even larger number of people. They were playing basketball and volleyball. I wasn't surprised, but I was glad at least to know see young kids having fun with their friends out in the court. This place is called "Sarah D. Roosevelt Park" dedicated to the mother of former president Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1934. Located between two streets, (chrystie st and Forsyth st) it is a great place to play basketball with your friends and then chill at one of the many delis around.

                  Yaya Tea Garden is a small tea shop in China Town in New York City. Recently it moved to Chrystie St. next to a park near the D station. This is the place my brother and I went to when we decided to go out for lunch for the first time in years. What I like most about this small cozy shop is their ability to surprise you with a simple note seen when you finish up your Jazmin flavored ice tea. This place is also the first place in Chinatown I went when I first came to New York. I recommend this place for the onigiri they sale; cheap and satisfying.

Summer

As the golden rise of Summer returns, so am I! I am back full with stories and experiences to share. This season is going to be AWESOME!