It’s Wednesday and that means I got some words of wisdom fo yo asssss. Well this week’s words of wisdom weds is a little different.. why you ask?.. well because this week is my birfday. Yup! God blessed me with life 25 years ago and I’m overwhelmed with emotion just thinking about it.

My life obviously has not been perfect, but I would say its been a great one, without hesitation. Not to mention I am the youngest of 7. In other words, Momma G could have easily decided to stop right before me and Im glad she didn’t. So I’m grateful to be able to have had one in the first place.

If I can focus on this past year though, all I can say is… man, that shit cray. (How’s that for some words of wisdom? Kanye and Jay really did some brain washing with that one huh?) Any ways, it’s true. I think everyone has a way to describe their life, whether its a game, a race, a marry-go round etc. I would describe my last year as a roller coaster.

Its been a good’o roller coaster. I’ve had extreme highs and extreme lows. I’ve had some loops and unexpected turns. I’ve had some scary drops,fast thrills and alllllllllllll that shiet. But if you’ve ever been on a roller coaster, when its over, no matter how good or how bad the ride was, you’re just glad to be alive.

This past year was the first where I was completely out of my element. I’m talkin about COMPLETELY. I wasn’t exposed to anything I was used to. Everything around me changed before my eyes and too quick for my comfort. 24 will definitely go down as my craziest year thus far.

Subsequently it will also go down as the year that I acquired the most wisdom as well. This past year and its experiences have taught me to survive. I feel like even though I grew up street smart i was still sheltered by my loving family and friends growing up. I have proven to myself that I can get through a lot, and on my own. I’ve felt physically stronger but in a spiritual or mental way while enduring some things.

I can see that I carved out a little life for myself in this world. And sometimes when Im just walking down Hollywood Blvd by myself, or I’m hopping on a plane to Europe, or I’m chillin at a coffee shop with a really good friend, or I’m hanging up pictures in my own apartment, or Im dancing to the best Dj in the hottest club, or arriving for Thanksgiving dinner with my family… I take those moments for what they’re worth and I feel utterly blessed to be and feel alive.

Just want to take this moment to thank everyone that has been a part of my life this past year. You have all contributed to my life one way or another and I couldn’t be more grateful. To help me grow and appreciate things is the best birthday present I could ever receive. I wish others were as lucky as I am.

Everything that happened with me this past year was meant to happen for one reason or the other. I pushed through it all like the strong woman I was taught to be. And I’m doing things like I’ve never done before in order to achieve things I’ve never had before. I feel stronger, wiser, happier and healthier than ever. This is what makes life so beautiful in its own way. And I’m glad I can help others, given the things I now know. But needless to say, I’m o-so glad 24 is about to be over, because I’m more than excited for 25. I’ve payed my dues and I’m ready for the return.

The roller coaster was cool and all but I’m a libra and the extremes of a roller coaster doesn’t have the longevity of happiness for me. I need something more balanced like some kind of magic carpet ride for this next year. That Aladdin reference is the best way I can describe it, and it’s what I’m gonna get.

Whatever way you choose to describe your life, I hope it makes you happy in the long run. And I hope you realize your blessings and those simple moments and take them for what they’re worth. It’s whats helped me be as happy as I am and what has allowed me to have the wonderful experiences I’ve had.

Peace out 24!!!!

Mucho Love,

Juelzy G.

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Its only appropriate.

“Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion” – George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

Passion is the journey towards a goal. No one’s to say you’ll reach it, but the main key is to just make sure to enjoy the ride. I could live on this incredible journey and never attain my goal, but that’s much more appealing than to settle for nothing and never attempt to achieve it.

As long as I remain true to my values, I don’t think there’s a lot of room to go wrong. I also have full faith in my journey…. (I know u guys read what I just wrote, but did you understand it??) Trusting your journey is accepting what happens for what it’s worth. It is to go with the flow and understand that even if you didn’t plan things a certain way that it doesn’t mean what you want isn’t going to happen.

Obstacle or other opportunities that present themselves are all meant to build character, because it shows the energy you put in to achieving something. And passion is only driven by energy.

I also feel passion is something you can’t control. For a reason almost unbeknown to you, you have a passion for something. You feel a certain energy towards that something. It’s what makes you happy.

It’s the reason you move across the country. It’s the reason u defied your parents. It’s the reason you don’t take no for an answer. It’s the reason you stay up late at night. It’s the reason you put yourself out there for all to judge.

Plain and simple: you just can’t fake the funk about it!

When someone says “I’m on my hustle” this to me means they’re passionately working towards their goals. I honestly feel this is the only way to live. Like I said before, I’d rather live passionately on my hustle than live bored and settled.

The way I see it is “why not?” What else are you doing that is so important, more than your happiness? Or why don’t you feel you deserve to be living a passion-filled life? I understand many people have reasons that are actually known as excuses, but the truth is that where there is a will there is a way. (You may have to refer back to my Faith post).There are way too many successful people that have beaten the odds to say that something is not possible.

It just depends on how bad you want it.

You definitely can’t get something for nothing. And you can consider that a rule of life. For instance, some people give up time with their family in order to pursue their passion. But if family is one of those values that you just can’t live without, then you’re going to have to give something else.

I love my family tremendously, but spending every moment with them isn’t going to help me or them in the long run. So I know that’s one thing I’m sacrificing and, therefore something that will pay off… and has. And I still have a wonderful relationship with them, which is most important anyways.

Something else I want to mention is that if you think you don’t have a passion, then you’re probably just not being real with yourself. And at the same time it’s never too late to have or develop a passion. I personally think your true passion was probably developed in elementary or middle school. This was an age where your dreams weren’t tainted with reality. So I would suggest you reflect on that time and determine whether you can evolve it now as an adult.  The point is, don’t lose your dinosaur!

Funny thing is I really did know a kid in middle school who REALLY wanted to be a dinosaur. It was as hilarious as it sounds, but who knows, that mofo is probably an archeologists or something now…. that is, if he didn’t lose his dinosaur.

So whatever it is that makes you feel alive, then that’s what you should be doing every waking day. Get on your hustle and enjoy the ride. You’ll be much happier, trust me.

Mucho Love

Juelzy G.

Ps.

So this is a mini documentary my friend Bodega Man did on me, who is also on his grand hustle and living with passion. Check him out and his documentaries of other people living with passion.

It’s kinda embarrassing seeing myself though I aint even gonna lie. Let’s just say I’m glad it wasn’t an interview for Oprah, but I’m glad I’m starting some where!

[I dedicate this post to my girl Cami]

Cool chicks are always getting the short end of the sticks when it comes to guys and their relationships with them. Shall I elaborate? I shall! Well lookey.. the story goes like this:

You got a cool chick. And by cool chick I mean a girl that’s not holdin on to a dudes nuts, that’s not drama, that’s not all up in his biz-nazz. A girl who’s got her own shit brewin and her own deals goin on. Therefore, she doesn’t have patience for the petty ish that comes with a “relationship” of which ever kind of relationship you want to speak of.

She’s mostly juss playin things cool with whatever guy she’s involved with. Like yo… you wanna be “friends?” Cool let’s juss be “friends”.. You wanna “hang out?” Cool let’s “hang out”… You wanna “fool around?” Ya that’s sounds good, let’s “fool around.” Whatever the deal is.. if she wants to do it… she’s gonna do it. Bottom line she’s doin whatever SHE wants to do. She’s not sweatin on titles. She’s not sweatin on rules. She’s not sweatin anything else you maybe have goin on. It’s not a damn thing, because she’s juss a cool chick. Cool… calm… and collected.

This is a dream girl for ANY guy in my eyes. Especially a guy that considers himself a player in the dating game. But this is where the shit gets messed up. When dudes have a girl like this, this cooooool chick, they don’t even know what to do with her. Guys SWEAR this is their dream girl, but that’s definitely NOT the case. And guess what they prefer….???.. that’s right..THE DRAMA CHICK.

And for all of you guys thinking “BULLSHIT” then you’d better recognize. Think about it. When it comes to your cool chick, for some reason you always think that it’s HER that’s catching feelings and such. This is brand new news to her, because in reality she couldn’t give two shits. Like I mentioned, she’s got bigger fish to fry and the relationship you guys got goin on is considered gold fish status. What really happened is that your side/drama chick is in fact causin too much drama.

This beezy went and pissed on you and now your balls are hers. So she does what all drama chicks do: Call you off the hook, stalk your Facebook, call you out on bullshit, chase away other chicks, always want you around, and basically always needing your help and attention. And as a guy, you like this. No matter how much you think you want the cool chick that doesn’t hassle you about commitment, you in fact, like to feel wanted and needed. Yo.. aint’ no body judging you because truth be told, we all want that. Besides, it’s not like you chose her over your cool chick, to the contrary, she chose you… sucka.

The only problem is, I can’t bring myself to be that despy-chick, and neither can any other cool chick. But like I said, everyone wants to feel wanted and needed so in turn, we get the short end of the stick when it comes to relationships.

I juss want to rest easy, let things flow, let things develop…. you know? Naturally and calmly. The problem is you give a guy too long of a leash and he finds himself a yappy ass Chihuahua and he happens to like the fact that she’s pissing on his leg every five seconds. Well damn! If that’s what I gotta do then count me out. But it blows my mind when guys accuse a cool chick of being this; this yappy, pissing chihuahua. Talk about a selective perception. Dudes gotta be straight hallucinating to mistake me with one of those.

Like, get back to me when you’re ready to talk to a real bitch. And you guys already know how I feel about that word. This is the perfect context and I am not referring to myself as a female dog. Because those pussy ass Chihuahuas don’t got ish on a real bitch.

Obviously I’m always simply here to help. And I juss want to make sure you guys know what’s up in case you ever find yourself in a relationship with one of these cool chicks. If you want to get pissed on, then quit pretending that you’re a commitment-phobe. As a cool chick I’m thinkin; ‘if you wanted a relationship, then why didn’t you say so?!!! I maybe wouldn’t mind being your girl, but at the same time I’m not stressin over it. Because truth be told, I’m not the type to ever initiate one,’

The cool chick is a wallflower in the relationship while other beezys are breakin it down on the dance floor. I can break it down too! Shit I can dance in circles around these broads if I really wanted to, but I was juss tryin to be cool and chill, that two-step shit. That’s what guys claim they want, because trust me I listen, but actions speak louder than words and they’re showin they like the drama.

Hold up…Lightbulb moment: I think I figured out the problem with the “cool chicks.” Ya we do what we want when we want. We don’t trip if you call us or if you don’t call us. Either way we’re always good. We fuck up though, because it seems like we’re too available. Like we’re at a mofo’s beck and call. Because they don’t see the fact that we’re goin to the movies or dinner and talkin with some other idiot when they don’t call us. But when they do hit us up, we immediately hang out if we’re not busy.

Goes back to the games needed to be played. Like, sorry I should have marked in my calendar when the last day I saw you was and allowed a minimum of a week to go by the next time I talked to you and shit. (I don’t play games so I can only imagine this is one of the rules). Or like, I answered your phone call last time you called so this time I’m only gonna text back….  …  ….Get the eff outta here with that ish!

Im soo not bout it.

I think ultimately I juss want someone to come correct. If Imma play the “cool chick” with you then you’re obviously not serious ‘boo’ material. Because a serious ‘boo’ will have serious game.. Like “look girl.. I’m tryin to talk to you straight up” Boom! Suddenly I’m not “cool” or “drama”… Im juss Juelz.

If you’re a guy and got distracted by a drama chick, it never fails you’ll always go crawlin back to the cool chick. I suggest you make it an ‘all or nothin’ deal with your cool chick because it’s only a matter of time that a real dude comes and swoops her from your clutch. After all, she’s only chillin until the next best thing… or it could be you.

Mucho Love,

Juelzy G.

P.S.

How cool?… we’re ice cold

It’s another Juelzy Words Of Wisdom Wednesday and I knoooow you’re excited! I wanna speak on a word many people like to use, but I always wonder if they really believe what they’re sayin about it. I’m talkin about Faith. Now part of the reason I’m so skeptical about people when they talk about faith is that their actions don’t measure up. I’m not talkin about jumping out a window and having faith that you won’t die. That shit would be silly, because it juss may be your time to die juss as you decided to leap out that window. And I’m also not talkin about putting Jesus stickers on your car windows.

But I am talkin about other different ‘leaps’ in life. People swear they have faith, but yet they make excuses in order to stay in their comfort zones and not pursue anything they may be passionate about. This could be a career, could be traveling, could be a talent, what have you! If people really had faith, they would do what they really want to do.

I took a GIANT leap of faith when I decided to go to college. For most people this wouldn’t be considered a leap at all. Shiet it might even be an expectation. But when you’re a young, un-wealthy, B-average, Mexican, female with strict parents the odds are definitely against you and that shit is definitely a leap to say the least. But bottom line is, I knew what I wanted and I knew I had to do it or else I’d never be happy.

So while away at school I was your typical broke college student at her finest! At one point I was working 30 hours a week as one of those annoying phone sales people in the mall. You know the ones I’m talkin about: “excuse me sir! Can I see your phone please?! Sir! Does your wife need a phone?! SIIIRRR!!” By the end I was only workin 10 hours a week doing bottle service at a not-so fancy downtown Long Beach nightclub where my clientele often wore either cowboy boots or cortezes. And sometimes I was juss unemployed. Whatever the case I was always struggling. But some how I managed to pay for school and only had to take out one minor loan.

One time, I remember, I had just paid a ridiculous amount of money for Winter and Spring tuition and the only thing I could do is sit and stare at my living room wall for a very long time. My roommates felt they had to get me outta that funk so after much protest they convinced me to go to our favorite nightclub at that time. I managed to let loose after a few free drinks. I’m on the dance floor literally rubbing elbows with Christina Milian when suddenly someone from her entourage starts ‘makin it rain’… 20’s!!! I hit the ground so fast with absolutely no shame in my game. Couple of my friends came up with like $60 each…. I came up with like $280. Needless to say I could pay a couple bills that weekend.

Another time I remember strollin through Target, because I looove pimpin out my school supplies in order to pump me up for the new semester. I got a few things, but I was kinda sad that I had to put some notebooks back because I knew I had some old ones stashed some where and it would save me some money. When I got home I got my old book bag outta my closet and looked for my notebooks. And juss as I was bout to start rippin out pages that had already been written on from old classes with information I had already forgotten, I saw a crumbled piece of paper. It was actually an envelope with $500 in it! Can I tell you what finding $500 is to a broke ass college student?! Let’s juss say I was ecstatic and felt nauseous at the same time. My roommates’ first response was “holy shit… I’m coming to church with you this Sunday.”

Now I know what you’re thinking….there has to be a logical explanation for that. And I do know where the money could have come from, but there was an instance when I specifically remember saying to myself “shit, I wish I hadn’t already spent that money.” Therefore, that money damn near came outta no where.

Pshh.. And those were just some moments from the financial aspect of my ‘leap’ of faith. I look back now and I am literally overwhelmed when I think of everything it took me to get from point A to point B and I seriously wonder if I could handle doing it again. Something tells me if I did have to, the journey would be no where near the same anyways. But for the sake of pondering the question, if I had to do it all again knowing everything I’d have to go through, I’d say yes, because the return outweighs the risks (that comment was o-so corny considering I was a finance major).

I remember the day I walked into Mama G’s room and I told her what I was going to do: that I wanted to transfer to a university that was 350+ miles away…and that I knew the odds were against me, but if I kept repeating that to myself then they would ALWAYS be against me. Three years later I now have that piece of paper in my hands that supposedly justifies the fact that I ‘know’ something. Personally I don’t think it does this at all, because being in college I realized there’s actually a bunch of idiots in the world. Anyways, I’ll go into my thoughts on college later. But ultimately that piece of paper, that I call my degree, says that I can do anything I put my mind to despite all odds.

There’s only one thing that got me through, hands down, it was faith. Some how, some way I made it out alive. No matter what bullshit happened, I was always okay. No matter what obstacles were presented, things always worked out. It’s when you’re so close to the edge that you realize how blessed you are to have been pulled back some how. It never failed. Comin in sooo clutch!

The worst thing you can do is underestimate faith. And the best thing you can do is persistently embrace it.

Mucho love,

Juelzy G.

P.S.

“Faith and fear… where one is found… the other cannot exist” -Napoleon Hill

My grad hat reads “everybody got a deal I did it without one” – Drake. And I’m pretty sure I’m holding the Angel that helped me believe in faith… Mama G.

I love love. Im surrounded by love. My family and God show me unconditional love on an every day basis. I love my friends and they love me, but nothing compares to the love of that one other person. And it’s something everyone wants and needs. Shiet, thugs need love too!

I don’t know if you’ve ever been in love before, but I have. It was that true in love-love…. not that dysfunctional shit you hear about now a days. Kinda funny I’m talkin like it was back in the good’ol days or something, but I swear thats what I feel has happened. Maybe it’s because my love was at a pure age before it was tainted with other temptations. We never cheated on each other, we respected each other and we truly cared for one another. I feel as though these things juss don’t exist any more in most relationships and if they do, it’s very rare that you hear about it. Of course even all good things must come to an end, and for different reasons we couldn’t savor a friendship, but I never regret having had that first love.

I’ve had some messed up situations when it comes to dating, but I can’t say I’ve lost complete hope that I’ll find someone worth it, or rather we’ll find each other, that juss gives me that feeling. You know that feeling I’ve mentioned before, thats ALMOST inexplicable. It gives you that tingling sensation that goes through your limbs… them butterflies in your stomach… and your chest and cheeks feel instantly warm. You have an uncontrollable smile and I swear there’s stars in your eyes. The feeling that’s juss there as soon you look at them and they look at you… kinda somethin like this:

Here I am, New Year’s Eve, in Vegas, at the newest hotel’s grand opening,The Cosmopolitan, at the best event to be at, with comped tickets worth 2gs at that, with one of my bestest friends. We were decked out: hair did, makeup did, dress tight and heels high. Im about to watch my favorite rap artist perform, Jay-Z. Im only like five people away from the stage with champagne in hand. Basically everything was damn near perfect, or as good as I could imagine to ring in 2011. So as I’m waiting for the engineers to fix the stage so its suitable for Jay, this drunk gossip girl looking beezy wants to start shoving everyone, because for some reason she thinks she’s entitled to be closer to the stage. I let this go on for a few seconds until I couldn’t take it anymore and I firmly (to say the lest) let her know she can’t shove me like that. Then this brod starts poppin off at the mouth with the most ignorant remarks that I couldn’t even bare to humor so my first thought was to grab her face real fast like a basketball and shove it into the ground, but I refrained. Ugh! After we exchanged some words I took off my earrings and started praying. It took so much strength and every ounce of patience I had in me not take this girl out. Luckily her friends were eventually smart enough to get her out of my five-foot radius.

Something I am conflicted with on an almost daily basis is the fact that I’m conscious of how to be a good person, but at the same time I aint’ no punk. For people who don’t know what I mean by ‘punk’ it’s basically a coward. Where I’m from the rules are simple and everyone is keen to them: If you’re going to say something then you better be able to back it up. This of course has to do with the respect people show us. So, because I am aware of how to be a good person and because I am also aware that I’m not a punk, I know that what I would like to do is not exactly the right thing to do.

The altercation I mentioned at the beginning has actually been my only experience like it in what feels like a pretty long time. I used to pray for patience then I noticed God kept sending me dumb bitches like the one described above to deal with so I simply stopped praying for it. After all if you pray for something then its going to be presented in your life as a test in order to build your character.

I like who I am and the character I’ve built, because I think overall I am a good person. Or at least I strive to be and there’s no question about people that would vouch for me. But I cant seem to help the fact that I got a little bit of thug in me. I love Los Angeles and the opportunities and experiences it has presented me with, but don’t get it twisted: I know where I’m at is not where I’m from. From what I have noticed, the Bay Area has raised a different breed. Where women have a tougher edge almost as equal as men, because it was a matter of survival in a sense.

Now by no means do I ever go around with a mean mug on my face, because I am actually a very happy girl and there’s simply no need. I also don’t go around looking for confrontations either, because I realize the dangers in the smallest of those. I come from a place where you often here of the smallest incident, such as literally stepping on someone’s shoes, leading to someone in a coma. You just never know, and the risk isn’t worth it to me. That is why I have also learned to pick my battles. It is very rare that something is actually worth fighting for. But, will I give you a piece of my mind? Definitely! And you’ll probably leave thinking what a bitch I am.

“bitch I might be!” and not in the Gucci Mane kind of way.

Bitch is something I am fine with, however don’t think you can EVER call me out of my name with this word. But surely enough, I’m a bitch… a bad one… and striving to be a boss one. “…BITCH must be a Babe (or Boss) In Total Control of Herself.” – Kelly Cutrone.

Like I have previously mentioned, where I’m from this is normal, but because I meet a lot of different people I have noticed it is a part of me that often has to be suppressed. But when a situation arises and ‘the bay’ comes out, I get judged harshly. The majority of people can’t handle it, perhaps because they’re used to  women being passive and submissive.

Some people call it aggressive, I call it strong minded. Some people call it ghetto, I call out-spoken. Some people call it un-classy, I call it miss-understood. However, It’s funny how the same people that call me aggressive and confrontational and all those other names are the first ones to call on me when they have an issue with someone at work or at the club etc. Because the bottom line is I’m a reliable person that knows how to act in a given situation and I’m not afraid to do so. I’m logical and reasonable when it comes to disagreements but I’m also not afraid to admit when I’m wrong.

It is true, sometimes I encounter people that straight up need their ass whooped. And even though I would love to be the one to teach them that lesson, chances are I will not be the one to do it. For the most part I will usually handle myself simply with words, because I know how. I’m smart and I know when people are trying to take advantage of me, this is simply not something I can tolerate.

Ultimately I’m too pretty to fight (yea I said it and you know what I mean: it’s not a classy site). There are only a few things that someone can say or do to me that will be worthy of me risking myself physically and socially. And in this case “I may flow like a butterfly but I sting like a bee.”

On a final note, could you imagine if I would have went bad on that girl that was shoving me on New Year’s Eve?! I would have been carried out by security in front of hundreds of people including dozens of A-list celebrities, it was a black tie event for crying out loud! I would have been arrested, plus she looked like the kind of brod that would press charges. Then I would have spent my night doing the countdown next to a lady named Big Bertha.

Instead I got to watch Jay-Z perform accompanied by Beyonce (also my fav), Kanye West, Memphis Bleek, Cold Play and John Mayer. Then enjoy the rest of my crazy night in Vegas. I think I picked my battle correctly. And there’s no doubt that girl will soon learn her lesson…they always do.

Mucho Love

Juelzy G.

P.S.

This is my own little video I put together from the concert, because I’m obsessed with my iMovie application (I swear I think I’m some kind of editor now). Anyways, I hope you like it.