I Want Kandi

You deserve this...

2011-07-03T15:40:00.002-04:00

"I set up the lights, you set up the mood."

Every candle she lit added a degree of heat inside her body. Every scar on her body lit up when he took a breath. Their shadows met before he took another step. Closer than ever before, her heartbeats gave her away. Beating like a sea of drums, luring him closer. A touch as simple as addition; An addiction to lust. He's addicted to her lips, she's addicted to his heart. He's addicted to her skin, she's addicted to his mind. He's addicted to her curves, she's addicted to his voice. As he indulges in his addiction, she's lost, but comfortable. He listens to her inner rhythm, and they begin to dance. 90 degrees and he closes his eyes, wandering off to his world of pleasure. She's lost, but willing. The fever begins to rise, the candles begin to melt, their breaths become one. Layers of pride, modesty and innocence peeling off slowly. When nothing separates her confusion and his lust, the rhythm becomes stronger and it makes an almighty sound. "Louder than sirens, louder than bells. Sweeter than Heaven, Hotter than Hell." 100 degrees and she's lost, but smiling. She holds on to the world, he holds on to her. Suddenly, the drumming stops...

He jumps out of his cloud and finds this girl, smiling, laughing, indulging. He's lost. 110 degrees and she begins with a different rhythm inside her. The change has begun. The waltz became a tango, but the lead role has changed...

Victoriously smiling, her rhythm comes back as she walks away from the flames and struts.

They'll never find him...

HAH

2011-04-01T21:30:00.001-04:00

I'm not even explaining this one :P

♥

Time to throw it out there...

2011-03-08T01:54:00.003-04:00

A scar may be a fall, a struggle, or a choice to some. A hit, a goal, a mistake...

This scar on my skin, who's meaning may confuse, screams out a billion stories that no one shall hear.

This scar, whom by choice branded my skin, holds meanings within its tales.
Tales of horror,
passion,
love,
childhood,
music...

A scar that shall never be erased,
and though some might see it as an abhorrence,
I see it as my only hope to finding what I had lost for so long...

♥

Just because you asked...

2011-03-04T02:01:00.005-04:00

Well, it's been a while since I've written anything here...
I've been out of school, inside the Music industry, roller skating, and just plain entertained, instead of being in Sagrado all bored and depressed (which is where and how I usually got my Blog ideas from). Sucks that I'm kind of out of the Theater industry, but I'll never let go of my passion for Lighting. I'll get back to that as soon as I find a chance.

And, the purpose of this post, just because someone actually asked for this... (which makes me happy):

♥

Not much of a comeback but...

2010-12-29T03:31:00.002-04:00

For those who've read my blog before, you'll understand this find..

What... the... hell?

<3

Update!

2010-11-05T17:52:00.002-04:00

I've had some situations that have completely clouded my inspiration to write anything here, but I can't just let things get to me...
Even though horrible things have happened lately, I can't forget the great things that are about to happen... hopefully hehe...

Here's a hint:

I'll be back soon =)
♥

I don't even love bacon that much...

2010-09-21T13:53:00.003-04:00

For those who've read my blog before, you've seen posts that include a series of bacon and/or chocolate weirndesses like: I Just Had To Try It, For Those On A Diet, and Chocolate-Covered What? , I bring you...

Ew..
♥

First Time Around

2010-09-21T02:01:00.002-04:00

That look in your eyes.
I've seen it so many times before.
And looking back at you is like looking into the brightest skies around.
But, as beautiful as the skies can be, you'll never deserve a moment with me.
As your body ignores your mind's prohibition my mind denies my body's desires.
Your lips breached my privacy, your eyes absorbed what I held back, your hands called my skin by its first name, as if they'd met before. For a moment, I forgot the hundred times I asked myself "What if?". All it took was one kiss to turn my dignity into a secondary objective. The harder you held, the less I wanted to think. The more you kissed, the more I hated the sun for surprising our moment. The closer our bodies felt, the more my weakened lips would desire. It felt as if I'd never cross passions with anyone before.
I hated myself for my sudden modesty, for my sudden will power and self-control. And there she was, my inner child, fighting against your absorption, somewhat failing as the woman in me would roar with urge. The child won this battle, but the war had only begun.

Very romantic

2010-09-16T01:00:00.002-04:00

Who's gonna be there when you stumble to the ground?
Who's gonna be there when there's nothing around?
Who's gonna appreciate you and every thing you've found?

Forget that I'm screaming!
Forget that I'm fighting!
Forget that I waste all my wishes on you!

Who's gonna show you how much you're really worth?
Who's gonna tell you you're the sun around her earth?
Who's gonna wash away your sins when you're rolling in the dirt?

Who cares that I'm fighting?
Who cares that I'm screaming?
Who cares that I've wasted my wishes on you?

I don't care anymore
May whomever takes my place find the way to make you smile...

Yeah.

2010-09-11T04:26:00.001-04:00

That is all.
♥

Letter to a Wall

2010-08-30T19:10:00.002-04:00

Dear Spanish classroom's wall:
I write to you because I know that, even though numerous people always look at you, many don't appreciate your presence or simply look right through you. I must admit, I was one of them. I had never really realized you were there, but I see you had quite a makeover. Needy of attention? What color is that anyways? Vomit Pink? Reverse diarrhea? Did Purple have naughty sex with Brown without protection?
I'm so sorry for the rudeness... It's really hot in this room and you're not helping. You and your ugly color are surrounding this room and I feel the windows closing in. But we're all so bored, we just feel our eyelids falling off....................................................................................................................................
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Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I fell asleep with my eyes open. I was looking right at you, actually. I was able to focus on your icky color without blinking for a bit.
Anyways, it wasn't my intention for this to turn into a rant/journal. I'm sorry for such a useless letter and I'm really sorry you're painted such an ugly color.

Not your friend,
Kandi

Pretentious Kids.

2010-08-22T23:16:00.003-04:00

I understand that sometimes certain people can be difficult.
I understand that sometimes you just want to get rid of the people who make your life miserable.
But I also understand that it's not always that easy, and things aren't always as miserable as they seem...

Some friends can turn out to be a nuisance, some neighbors can be the most annoying set of people you've met, some family members can be a huge pain in the ass... But there's certain kinds of bonds that should NOT be broken just because you lack patience...

Sometimes you have to send your dignity to hell if it means to keep someone special in your life...

Point is... a parent is a parent...
Things can get horrible between family, you can run away, never call your parents, disrespect each other, hate them and blame everything you've ever done wrong on them... but god-fucking-damn it, they're your fucking PARENTS!
I know I don't have the most trustful relationship with mine, but...

I'm tired of hearing how people always think their parents are annoying, old-fashioned, how they don't understand you, how they've ruined everything for you, how they're "never there", and all that bullshit. But one thing I REALLY hate is when I hear people wish that their parents were dead... Do you know what you're fucking SAYING?! Some of your parents cook for you every damn day, pack your lunches, give you a home, give you allowance for doing SHIT. Some of you don't even live with yours, but live in the vicinity, still have them for you no matter what. And then there's the people who don't even speak to them... Fine. I understand that it's not always easy to like people. And I understand that there's no biological rule that's supposed to tie you down to loving your parents just cuz they're your parents...

But got DAMN it, stop wishing they were gone or dead or they'd stop bothering you... because the day they DO... you're gonna hate not having a parent to tell them you love them... Think about it, most of you will have your own families...

Some parents make mistakes... so do we as their children... If you still have time to fix things, get off your proud asses and do something about it...

Vacations are almost over...

2010-08-04T03:07:00.002-04:00

It seems that, while I took my Summer vacations, I accidentally took vacations from my writing. I admit it, and I'm sorry... It's been quite the hectic couple of months. Soon enough y'all will catch up. There's stuff I'm still trying to get used to. However, Summer is over. This week I already had a rehearsal in my campus, and I'm going to one tomorrow again. The routine has begun. But, no worries! I'm SURE that the first day of class, the first hour of me seated in a desk, I'll already have my "Miscellaneous stuff" notebook filled with blog ideas. But, for now, here's a poster drawn by the artist of the webcomic Girls With Slingshots.

♥

It's almost PERFECT!

2010-07-24T17:53:00.004-04:00

For those who know me well, you'll understand why this picture is so amazing for me!

I mean, come on! Dudes from KISS as the Theater Masks?! It's beyond epic...

Cookoo!

2010-07-15T16:01:00.002-04:00

I know I've been away for QUIIITE a while.
It's been a really busy Summer with the whole Insomnio Music stuff I've been doing.
But, I've been meaning to show this to you guys for such a long time!
I was just never able to FIND it!
But not too long ago I sat down with some friends and we brainstormed until we finally guessed where it came from...

So, without further ado, I show thee the crazy bird from the movie The 3 Caballeros...
Here is, The Aracuan.

I just had to try it...

2010-06-10T20:05:00.004-04:00

For those of you who have read my blog for a while now, you'll remember one of my posts called "Chocolate Covered WHAT?" (<~~ Click there to read it).

Well, one random night I realized I have the ingredients to make one of those weird combinations displayed in said post. So, a friend of mine and myself decided we should try it... I mean, what's the worse that could happen, right? xD

It might be blasphemy, but it wasn't all that bad xD
I won't keep it as a usual treat, but I can say that I tasted it and liked it.

Last Chapter... Done.

2010-05-29T02:56:00.004-04:00

Today was the end of a 4 year story…

People tend to think that certain things last forever. When you’re young, forever does seem like a long time, but you don’t realize that a lot can happen in those forever years…

Story: (I’ll make it as unbiased as possible)
I was going out with someone and a mutual friend of ours caught my attention. I have no idea how it happened, but everything just went topsy-turvy and I became that man’s girlfriend. You know what? Fuck it, names and everything. Angel, even though he felt insulted by how it turned out, he was still Max and my friend. We were the very best of friends, us 3. We were all Max really needed. If he wanted love and affection, he had me. If he wanted a crazy night of parties and racing, he had Angel. Anything he needed, he had from us. We were his family, his friends, and his happiness.

Max used to be married to this girl called Jennifer. I honestly don’t know what happened, but they got divorced and I don’t know how or why, she ended up in Florida. Between Jennifer and Max there seemed to be a love-hate relationship, that kind of relationship that one can’t let go of that easily. During our relationship, she was mentioned because she was someone of his past, but she was also trying to be part of his present. Months passed, our relationship grew stronger, but things were starting to look very bad for Max here in Puerto Rico. His job was a waste, his family was in need, and everything was going downhill. I don’t exactly remember what Jennifer came to offer him, but she came from Florida for a week or two, paid him a one-way flight to Florida, and took him away from my arms…

(Biased part coming up) The time she was there, I felt so many things I had never felt. I was being threatened by the past. She had come to take away the only happiness I had known; she was taking everything away from me… Whatever, I don’t want to add much detail here because my pain can’t be described in just words and a couple of sentences…

(Unbiased again) He had promised me a future, as he seems to always do. He left in February, and we had planned that by Summer he’d have his own place, a settled job, and that I would move in with him and I’d continue my studies and work there as well.

Summer came along and he was still “doing business" with Jennifer because, since she was his only contact in Orlando, he needed her around to help him. Blah blah blah. 3 years passed, we lost contact, talked again, on and off, I’d been with people, I thought I had moved on. I was dating Chu when Max finally came to Puerto Rico to visit. I couldn’t dare see him because I knew that if I saw him, my feelings from 3 years before would just explode and I’d instantly cheat on Chu. And since I didn’t want to be a cheater, I refused to see Max.
He comes to Puerto Rico some months later. I’m not dating Chu at that time, but I’m dating Dreth. But, when Max came to Puerto Rico for that second time, I couldn’t refuse to see him. I was anxious to know what would happen if I saw his face after 3 years. Would I feel the same? Would I cry? Would he? Does he care? Would I want him back? Would I hate him for leaving me here? I couldn’t stop questioning myself, so I went and saw him. We hung out like we used to, as friends. We had awesome hang outs with his family, our old friends, etc. But we never invaded each other’s space. I was really clear in telling him that I was dating Dreth and that I was NOT gonna cheat. He understood, respected me, and we hung out. We did have a night where we just HAD to have the conversation that would answer all my questions. Did he care? Sure. Did he miss me? Sure. I felt confused because it felt like he had never left. But I was still clear in my head that I had already made my life without him. We talked, we cried, we hugged, and bye. Unfortunately, after that meeting, my relationship with Dreth started to decay for the stupidest reasons, until it broke completely… Something I’m starting to greatly regret…

I went to Orlando for a week, a small vacation with my family. Of course I wanted to take that opportunity to see Max because, honestly, I was single, and I wanted to see how it would be like with me in this environment we had planned to be together in. In Orlando, we did get to hang out a couple of times, and I did get a glimpse of how life would be like with him. But, while I was there, while I had him face to face, I’d realize that I didn’t feel the same way. Those 3 years did change a lot of things in me. I didn’t feel attracted to him anymore; I didn’t feel the urge to have him completely. Like my mom said, I felt residue…

After all these years, I had built up this purely evil hatred against Jennifer. Who can blame me? And apparently she had built up some kind of anger towards me as well. My last night in Orlando, we decided to meet up. I have to admit, I thought it was a Trojan Horse tactic, so I had my guard up. We hung out at the parking lot of the complex, and all we did was speak. Well, I mostly listened, but at the end, we just admitted to each other that we both feel this certain discomfort when we know Max is with one or the other. But I told her that I have no hearsay in that situation at all. He’s not in Puerto Rico, he’s not my boyfriend. Maybe we might have felt something towards each other when we hung out, but it’s not like he’d come back to my arms and forget everything because that’s not possible. There I realized, by word of her mouth that they’re trying to get settled again, trying to fix things, etc; Things that he obviously didn’t tell me straight up. I can’t say what he told me the plans were, but, then again, he never keeps his word when it comes to dates and plans.

I respected Jennifer for coming to talk to me, I respected her words, and now, I’ll respect her relationship. It’s been 3 and some long hard years waiting for that fucker, but today, everything blew up on my face…

After she left, his friends came over to pick me up and we were planning to pick him up and hang out like old times, one last time before I left. When we got to his job to pick him up, he was already gone. We went to Jennifer’s place, saw him go into her apartment, and when we tried contacting him and calling him, nothing. We realized that he was never gonna come out, and that, as Angel said, Jennifer has him by the balls. It’s true, they share this connection that they’ll never let go of. He needs her, and she loves him. That’s something I’ll never be able to break.
Do you have any idea how I felt being RIGHT in front of her apartment looking for him just to say goodbye? Do you know how awkward that felt? But it’s what I needed... Then and there I realized that he’s not a worthy man at all… I can officially say that I’ve been heartbroken…

It hurts to say that thanks to that unworthy piece of shit I lost a great man in my life… But now my heart is free to find someone whom I can give myself completely, without having false hopes on anyone else but the REAL future...

Update.

2010-05-28T17:55:00.002-04:00

Hey... you. I'm sorry for the lack of posts. I know you enjoy reading my blog like omg every single day... person; but I've been out and about in Orlando for a week. I needed to get away from the stress, the mess and needed the rest.

Here, have a nice deer for my absence.

Just a poem.

2010-05-21T13:33:00.003-04:00

Just something I wrote a while ago and I love how it turned out...

For a brief moment, everything froze. Time buzzed in their ears, hour by hour, yet their minds gave no attention to time, just to the moment. It was an uncertain moment, a blissful instant, which divided their dialogue in half. It was not their night, for the Night is just one; they belonged to the dark. The Night stood there gazing, making sure they were well. When She saw that they were taking care of each other, Her heart grew easy, and She laid in slumber to give the Dawn a chance to observe. Withstanding the night face to face, they waited for morning, lips to lips. By the time the Sun took a peek in the morning sky, before they were covered by the Sun’s caressing heat, they had already embraced each other with their own warmth; The urge long forgotten by one, and long desired by another. Overwhelmed by each others’ troublesome lives, they reminded each other how wonderful life could be; a feeling soon afterward abandoned.

For reasons unknown, parting was as difficult as turning the oceans’ kiss to a sweet one. The partition wasn’t meant to be eternal, but there was a certainty that scared one; his warmth was never to be felt again by her soul. Her desire was to stop time and take pleasure in the sensation forever. In a blink of an eye the moment vanished, the reverie ended. It took longer for the feeling to abandon her soul. It seemed to be stuck to her, and, as much as she wanted to tear the emotion away, it tore her apart.

♥

Dear you:

2010-05-19T04:23:00.000-04:00

Dear You:

I write this because I know that I won’t be able to tell you anything from here to who-knows when.
There isn’t much I want to say to you… I lie… There’s so many things I wish I could tell you, I just don’t know how to phrase them, but I’m sure they all have to do with how much I’m missing you.
I just want you to know that I completely understand your intention in cutting all lines of communications with me. I went through the same thing. The only difference is that I couldn’t live without you, so I ignored every trouble that came along from me talking to you again. I know you have a lot more to lose than what I had at that moment. The other difference is that, right now, it feels like you can live without me… I don’t want to sound selfish or conceited, but I do want to express the fact that I’m hurt. I know you didn’t hurt me on purpose, but your choice did. I know you’re sorry, but that doesn’t bring us back to when we were mostly what each other had.
I’ve been there for you, and boy have you been there for me in some pretty tough times… You restored faith inside me. I had faith in you, your beliefs, your strengths, you’re your friendship, your love... You left me with something that I can’t lose the faith in, something I know I have and helps me remember you. Not that I’d forget you at all, but it’s the closest thing I have from you, besides the memories of you.

Remember:
You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself and I'll grant it
You can ask for anything you want anything at all and I'll understand it.
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return.

No new messages, bitch.

2010-05-18T19:23:00.002-04:00

Facebook felt the need to make me feel like crap.

"Here, Kandi. Just so you know, nobody wants to talk to you right now. Ok? You have NO new messages. I'll make sure to remind you about this until a new message comes along."

Blogging.

2010-05-17T12:01:00.004-04:00

From HERE.

GIRL VS GUY: Correct me if I'm wrong,..

2010-05-13T17:00:00.004-04:00

[[A girl kisses a guy]] (I seem to be wrong already.)

Scratch that;

[[A guy kisses this girl.]]

Girl’s point of view (The more details and personal experiences there are, the better the chance to understand the psychological behavior of the people involved in any kind of situation, good, bad, easy, difficult, etc.):
The girl will proceed to ask herself WHY this happened. The answers that come to her head may be cruel, at times, like “He just wanted to kiss any girl, and I was there.” But then, when the girl shares with other girls, they all come up with different conclusions about how “A kiss can’t just be a kiss. I mean, if he didn’t kiss you the moment he saw you, then it wasn’t just an urge. If there was a pretty descent hang-out time before the kiss, and he enjoyed your presence, then that kiss MUST have meant something.” So now, the girls (all in their Disney Princess moods) are certain that the guy must feel at least a little something for this girl. They all start talking about personal stories that may have to do with the same thing, and then they keep talking until they get completely off subject, until the time runs out, and until the girl is left all alone to her confused thoughts again. All she can think about is “But WHY the fuck did he kiss me?”

Guy’s point of view (Nothing’s really worth breaking your head in two. If it’s not something epically good or bad, it’s just a normal day.):
So, I wonder what’s on TV.

[[Days pass and there has been NO sign of interest from the guy’s part.]]

Girl’s point of view:
The girl is worried that maybe the guy just used her. When she goes to her girls, they all share a chain of events like this one: “He hasn’t called or anything? But when are you gonna see him? Maybe he’s busy, but he can’t just ignore you. I mean, he kissed you! He’ll meet up with you soon enough.” And, once again, the girl is mega confused. Will he call? Does he care? Was it just a manly need? Did he not like it? Even though those questions cloud her mind, she still gets hopes up because she’s a woman, and you can’t blame her for being sentimental.

Guy’s point of view:
Mm... Beer!

[[Weeks pass and there’s no possibility at all for them to even see each other.]]

Girl’s point of view:
The girl difficultly tries to resign to her sudden, yet useless, hope. She finally realizes that sometimes people just want to kiss, fuck, hug, etc, for no reason. The girls around her hate the idea of resignation, but she won’t let anyone else get to her head and give her any more false hopes. It’s difficult for that girl to forget that kiss, but she knows she has to forget it because nothing will ever come of it, just pain and solitude.

Guy’s point of view:
*burp*

I feel your pain

2010-05-09T19:25:00.004-04:00

Ah, I understand very well the pain of this director ^_^
And I'm glad for little china men who up my spirits about the play hahaha

Time Travel

2010-05-08T13:52:00.002-04:00

I may have a bad memory problem when it comes to... well, everything, but I do remember some vague things about my past.

Isn't it interesting how some things you've totally changed, yet some things will always remain the same?

♥

When you Grow Up (Parte Quattro)

2010-05-01T14:02:00.003-04:00

Since I knew enough, I was give the role of Producer for the next play ["Bury the Dead"], which was hell in the making, especially since I was also a character in the play. But, in the end, it was so satisfying. Next semester, I almost threw it all away when the chosen director and myself didn't quite have the best workplace chemistry. I was given a role I hated, and I was assigned "Stage Manager" which, for a production so small where everyone knew exactly what they had to' do, the role was useless. My presence there was useless, and we were fed up with the constant awkwardness during rehearsals; there were times when groups started to form within the production. In the end, I left; I felt it wasn't worth feeling unwanted for the glory of someone else. Next semester, my theater partner and myself produced a comedy ["Shear Madness"], which after many differences, it went very well. I ended up designing the illumination, as I took the Illumination class that semester. (A class which began with 15 or more students, and ended up passing around 5, maybe less.) Not to brag, but I was the class favorite ^_^. The professor even helped me with the light design from that semester's play, which I controlled both weekends. The downside about that play was the fact that I had trouble with the flyers, and we barely got enough people in the theater. We ended up owing more money than what we made, which brings me to my "hopefully" last student play...

When you Grow up (Part Tres)

2010-05-01T13:30:00.002-04:00

I went to see that play 6 out of 9 times they presented it. After the 3^rd time, they didn’t let me pay anymore, they knew my face. I fell in love with the characters, the scenery, the lights, their passion, and almost with an actor just by his passion. That “winter” vacation I HAD to contact one of the actors because I needed to feel what they felt. I also contacted them because I really needed a change of course (and friends). One contacted me back and took me under his wing; he promised me that he’d teach me what he knows. Since I had more than enough time, I decided to become a part of the theater people’s next production [Huis Clos]. The one who took me in was the Producer of the play, but since he was also a main character, he needed an assistant, and there I was. I learned more than any theater course in that college could e
ver teach me. I learned how to make a stage panel,

how and when to take pictures for flyers, how to make flyers, how to build a door, how costumes should be treated, how to find money for the play, and how to handle the lights console.

I did way too much in just 5 months, and I learned all I needed to lean to run a whole production. I learned so much and spent so much time with them that I needed more. My life needed a change of course, and I took the chance by the balls…

When you Grow Up (Part 2)

2010-04-18T23:07:00.002-04:00

When I was in primary school, my dream was to be a singer, such a stereotype child. When I got to high-school, I was between a veterinarian, singer, or music video director, because I thought music couldn't really be studiedl I guess I knew beforehand that music was just going to be a hobby. Whenever I'd listen to ANY song, I was able to imagine a whole music video, hence the thought of being a music video director. When I entered college, I had no idea how I'd get some kind of license in music video directing, so I got into Communications. After a year of taking my first college classes, and failing, I realized that Telecommunications was closer to Videos. I lost a whole year. I changed to Telecommunications, and for a semester, I did nothing but start over. I went to see a play in my college for a school project, and I liked it a lot. Next semester I had a small change of heart and wanted to study Criminal Justice. I have a hidden passion for criminal or forensic investigation and stuff. So, since I was planning on going to another college and starting from scratch, I only took 2 classes to end the year; 2 literary classes: Gothic Literature, and Mystery. That semester, I went to see another play because a friend suggested I should go, and I loved it...

Everything went haywire from there on...

I am a hero!

2010-04-14T22:46:00.001-04:00

♥

Creature

2010-04-12T14:57:00.003-04:00

This is my silly cow from the game Black & White. I started playing it again a few days ago. I love my little cow ^_^

♥

Failure / Isabel

2010-04-09T09:36:00.002-04:00

If it's possible to drown yourself with just a sip of water, or sometimes no water at all, it's possible to feel alone in a place full of people you know... I know it's not the best analogy, but anything is possible... Bleh, I don't know why I try to mix reality with generalizations.

A friend within this parade of people once told me that he has to shift his personality a bit in order to fit in, not because he wishes to fit in but because the theater industry works by teamwork, and no team would work well with different points of views. He is who he is, he's just a bit more related with them when the situation calls for it (if he can take it; sometimes they're just too different).

My only company in that bus bound to the end of many friendships was Isabel. It's sad how I could feel her arm around me.,, My job during the ride was to watch for her, but it seemed it was her who was watching over me. Every turn we took she took the chance to lean closer and closer to me. She was the only one in that place that didn't mind what I listen to, what my beliefs are, or any other useless information, as long as we shared a moment. Nobody seemed to want to talk to her, or to me. I got tired of trying to jump in to conversations or try to start any, so I remained silent, as did she. There was enough energy in that bus to hand out throughout that misty and gloomy morning, yet Isabel and I remained silent, but together. After today I might never see her again, yet it's one of the only friends I'd enjoy keeping. The whole ride I didn't even hear a note from her voice. Then, the mayhem bus broke down. People worried for a second, asked what was wrong, and continued the mayhem. At that moment, I helped Isabel to sit up straight, which I regretted because then I had no arms around me.

When the people realized that the bus broke down, all moods drowned, and she spoke. She started singing, everyone sang along. Everyone started running the play, making fun of the whole thing, and even while everyone spoke, Isabel sang, and maybe nobody heard, but I did. They spoke about Captain Planet, Power Rangers, cars, and other stuff I didn't care about, I just listened to her. It started to rain and we all had to run inside the bus. I sat at the usual seat, she didn't. But after 5 minutes, she was next to me again, and I felt happy within my misery. As any group of puertoricans, they ended up talking about sex, then, singing camp songs. The whole time, I rested my head slightly on her arm, hoping not to lose my head, trying not to think that I missed all my difficult classes to be stuck an hour away from college with people I couldn't relate to. After exactly 1hr 58 minutes, a van with a 27 people capacity came to pick us 20 people up. I sat next to a hopeful friend, and I laughed too much, but I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Isabel, who sat in the front. And, as everything, the sadness came back when the laughter ended.

I walked down through the campus, and when I got to the bottom, I was received by 3 of the members of that cast who were going to just rest close-by and I was invited. When we got there, Isabel re-appeared and sang beautifully. We were 3 girls mesmerized by her notes. I was in good company but still holding in so much. We ate, went up to a pool, just rested, and she sang, I listened. She wasn't alone, neither was I, yet there was still a hallow feeling, that need of affection, attention, comfort, anything. when she stopped singing, I was forced to become part of the group, which went all right. I had quite a deep conversation with the hopeful friend, and later on, I decided to just let myself go and had a good hour's laugh with a few of them. When I was starting to relate to them, we had to leave.

In the end, she showed me a lot, and inspired me to play music. One day I'll hopefully be able to play guitar for her and thank her, maybe even sing together... make her proud.

When you grow up (Pt. 1)

2010-04-06T00:10:00.007-04:00

I had the choice to do anything I wanted, to be anyone I wanted. I've gotten to the point where one things "Am I who I wanted to be when I was little?"

When one's first asked what you want to be when you're bigger, you're around 6 or 7 years old, and by then all you know is: Singer, Astronaut, Firefighter, Actor, and maybe President. But, are the people who have become presidents and astronauts the millions of kids who said they would? Once you reach primary school, you realize other professions like Teacher, Cafeteria Lady (where you recognize there are chefs in the world), Janitors (where you realize that not all jobs are pleasant), and with the classes you realize that you need to know a little bit of everything for any kind of job. There can't be an astronaut without knowledge of science, actors need to know about literature, firefighting takes a lot of physical and chemical knowledge, ect. But, at that age, one's focus isn't on who to be when the time comes, but to get good grades and get prized.

Once High School comes around, the pressure in making a decision begins. One's almost half a grown up and there hasn't been a decision made. Up to Senior year, and there's still no idea, but a choice MUST be made. One writes down the less hated choices, and in a blink of an eye and a good summer's celebration, college begins.

The good [and bad] thing about college, when it comes to making the choice, is that one can change their majors until one's satisfied with their possible future. At this moment, nobody asks "What do you want to be when you grow up?" and not everyone knows at this point in life where they want their future to head. Some people know where they want to be headed by the time they're in high school; some don't know until half way through college; some regret everything they've done and what they've become...

Patch

2010-03-30T20:42:00.002-04:00

For those (or him) who don't believe me, here's the comic I told you about!

Such wenches

2010-03-30T00:05:00.000-04:00

A picture from the last play I was a part of, Yerma.

Awesome Kandi

2010-03-29T23:51:00.000-04:00

It had to be done.

Sarcastic Mockery

2010-03-29T18:13:00.003-04:00

It's hilarious to play around with depressed people. How can one resist to offer someone a rope or bottle of pills when they say they have no will to live anymore? Just like calling an anorexic "chubby", it's filling. That's what they want to hear, right? They look at themselves in every reflection the come across to see a fat, unattractive woman, it won't hurt for someone to just walk by and scream "Move it, you're blocking the sun!". Who would want to have to listen to some girl talk about "My mom died 7 years ago and I'm not over it; I cry every night because I'm soooo lonely; I don't hangout because I'm so ugly and fat; I don't go out because I hate how I look; My face is so bumpy and ugly that nobody looks up at me, they just stare at my boobs; I want someone to hit me and leave me bruised to show they love me." I mean, have you ever heard such STUPID things? She's just waiting for someone, ANYONE, to unplug her machine, take her out of her misery because she's too cowardly to do so...

"Never dare a suicidal person; look for help." Help her? What's the point of helping her? If she's not gonna get help herself, let her drown in her own misery 'till she cracks and welcomes herself to a bottle of pills or an "accident". Yet, after someone actually kills themselves, the people around get all "Oooh, but she never showed any signs; Oooh we should have helped her; We should have listened to her; Why'd she do it?" Blah blah...

She'd live her days practically shouting to people I NEED HELP, but who the hell believes her?

Believe her when she stops talking and starts dying. If she still walks, she's fine. Everyone cries, everyone has problems, but people like her are just plain weak for drowning in their own misery...

And now my butt is numb.

2010-03-21T23:08:00.003-04:00

I guess I got a little too inspired with Photoshop, and there wasn't really anything else to do, so I started practicing on how to color in the program. I took some coloring pages online and I painted, painted, and painted...

One of the finished works is this one...

This one was the simple one to practice with shades and stuff...

But then, I painted a kitty on a tree. I added color, shadows, a gradient background to make it look like sky and grass... and clouds... and texture.. and a dog....

It went from this:

to this: I'm proud.

And now, I'm terribly bored...

My Sunday morning activity...

2010-03-21T13:38:00.004-04:00

While I browsed through deviantArt and my boyfriend was busy doing my play's flyer, I felt inspired to use my Photoshop as well, so here's a little something I did to keep myself entertained and busy from my [literal] pains.

Things that really piss me off...

2010-03-19T21:56:00.003-04:00

Just a list of things I hate, despise, can't stand, etc...

1. Having to act like something you're not at job interviews.

2. People who receive federal aid for college; especially those who receive money left over from the aid. (except my wife because I know she needs it, and when she has the money left over, she helps other people who need also)

3. That Dominican at my college's cafeteria...

4. Bitches who can shop for clothes and shoes every week.

5. People who take 15 pictures and post ALL OF THEM in their pages, even if they look exactly the same in each one with only a mild difference in ... NOTHING!

6. Bums who ask for money.

7. Babies & Kids.

8. People who drive on the emergency lane.

9. R & B Music.

10. I hate being able to recognize which woman didn't expect to have their child versus women who are devoted mothers.

11. The feeling of jealousy.

12. Skinny bitches.

13. People who dislike doing what they're really good at.

14. When people act silly to impress.

15. The word "Whatever".

I lol'd

2010-03-04T01:05:00.001-04:00

I'm sorry, I know this is completely useless, but I just HAD to post this cuz it had me laughing for too long! XD

Open-minded Elevator

2010-03-02T23:15:00.000-04:00

About that pitch-black elevator from my college... now that there's light in the elevator, it's easier to see how freaky it is...

Under the Microscope

2010-03-02T23:05:00.002-04:00

This is what we did in my Biology class...
(I must say, I'm proud of my sample)

And they moved ^_^
It was pretty interesting...

What a mess we've made

2010-03-01T22:57:00.002-04:00

I just wanted to share my dog (and my mess) with you all...

For those on a diet...

2010-02-25T18:11:00.002-04:00

350 calories per serving.

Chocolate Covered What?

2010-02-22T23:23:00.005-04:00

I have no idea who comes up with this stuff.
Well, OK maybe I have an idea...
I like cheese, so I can put cheese on almost anything, but who on earth thought about putting chocolate on these things?!
Would you taste them?

I would.. just to taste.

(Chocolate covered Onion... ew)

(Chocolate covered Squid Bars)

(Chocolate covered Scorpions, whoa!)

(Chocolate covered potato chips; I'd try them.)

(Chocolate covered Gummy Bears... that's gotta be a yum)

(oranges, pineapples pears... WTF!)

(Chocolate covered carrots; sure why not?)

(Chocolate covered bacon... um...)

Valentine's Gift

2010-02-17T14:52:00.005-04:00

Since my boyfriend has been teaching me some Photoshop techniques, I decided to edit a picture for him as a Valentine's Day gift. What better gift to someone who hates chocolate, wouldn't really keep a stuffed animal, and just stays in front of the computer all day (unless I'm there)? Of COURSE I was gonna give him something computer-related.

So, here's my creation.
(It has a hidden message if you tilt your screen)

How much DOES it cost to clone a dog?

2010-02-17T10:34:00.006-04:00

1. Gah, I left something really important at home. I hope 3-4pm is enough time to go home and get it.

2. "Batman es anormal" Prof C. ["porque no sigue las normas del ser humano"]

3. We spoke about roaches in my Spanish class. I am now terrified of my surroundings. [UPDATE: Right before I left college, a damn roach on the bathroom floor decided to say hello...]

4. If it weren't so expensive, I'd clone my dog.

5. You have no right to own a Hummer in Puerto Rico" -Prof C.

6. I am now using a very bright green pen; light blue. I will continue using the light blue.

7. Aw damn, the elevator has a light now. Yet, it's scarier now that you can look around. Makes no sense.

8. In Biology class I learned to pronounce yeast like this "j-ee-st", because were puertoricans xD

(I didn't mean to make a smiley face when I drew the molecules.)

9. Wow indeed.

10. Puerto Rico creates artificial insulin to treat diabetics globally. Yay?

11. Oh look, purple! Nah.. not today.

12. Hah, I've never been the one to break an awkward silence in class with the long awaited correct answer. The professor even yelled "Fuck, at last! Thank you!"

And then there was that other time...

2010-02-13T23:03:00.005-04:00

1. "We're all useless. Which one of you makes your own clothes or pick your own fruit?" -Prof. C

2. What do you think is worse, to sing about how death and darkness will rule over everyone, or that I'm gonna kill you for your money, make your wife cheat on you cuz I have more money than you and women are just sluts anyone can sleep with?

3. "People say they're religious, but that's not true. Seriously, who's willing to go through what Christ went through? Psh, nobody. God means nothing these days." -Prof C.

4. I didn't know JC Penny used to have an auto care section. They even had mechanics!

5. I think I just learned why drinking gives you that "beer belly" or makes you fat. Hear me out:

By drinking alcohol, your liver gets damaged. When you eat lipids (fat stuff), your liver won't produce the necessary "bilis" to simplify the fat molecules, and you won't be able to digest it correctly, therefore staying in your system; which makes people fat.

6. Nena stop it! Just let it melt!

7. "These days you shouldn't trust anyone, not even your mother." -Prof. C

8. I had quite an interesting [and scary] experience on my way to Biology class. Since I have a back problem, I carry around a wheeled backpack (or as my boyfriend calls it, the parachute). Having that backpack has been counterproductive when I have to go up and down flights of stairs with that on my back, or pulling it up the stairs. So, instead of going up 4 flights, I decided to look for the elevator. The other building's elevator has to be accessed with a key, but not the Biology one. So, I found the elevator, clicked the button, and there it was. When I victoriously entered and clicked the number 4, the door closed, and boom... the box became PITCH BLACK. Since I was a little girl I thought I'd die if I got stuck in an elevator. However, when I was moving upwards and couldn't even see my hands or the walls, I realized that I wouldn't get as freaked out as I thought. I felt like I traveled pitch black into an unknown world... and then I landed on the 4th floor to die for 2 and a half hours...

9. "Don't forget your dog's poop." -Prof. R

10. It's funny how she does that gasp whenever she writes something new, as if we're all surprised little children.

Was it last week?

2010-02-03T18:11:00.003-04:00

1. Her vest today is weird. Maybe it has to be closed to look right. I want a vest like that.
2. Aw, damn it, today's my 2 month anniversary and my baby actually had a minute to talk to me around 12:34, but I was in my Biology class... I couldn't get out to answer, and I really needed to hear him for a little bit because this is generally a painful day.
3. And there's the wink
4. "She makes this weird emphasis on certain words, especially words that end with the last 4 letters: cion" - Viviana
5. Ramona Cabrera, Ramera Cabrona. Nice joke, it was funny I guess... I forgot though.
6. God, that belly...
7. I'm almost interested in reading The Iliad and The Odyssey.
8. Haha, Ulysses' dog... [Those who know about #7 will get this.]
9. I am proud of myself for not falling asleep in my first class.
10. Ugh, I spoke to soon...
11. I gotta look for the other Scriptures, seems interesting to read.
12. That belly is stuffed with knowledge; he's really smart.
13. My new reggaetton song shall be "Moscas en una vaqueria"
14. My god, that [extremely] old Scientific Method movie was inhuman and kinda scary... and old.
15. I need a stress ball.
16. "I feel like a psycho clicking my pen in class. I feel like I wanna kill someone!" -Maleny, really loudly in a very populated Walgreen's.
17. Meh, I don't like monkeys.
18. Snowballs are NOT easy to make, it's a friggin science!
19. I should have worn a corset.
20. I should count how many times she winks.
21. What did I miss that everyone around me completely understands this class, and I don't?
22. "The Russians are terrible." - Prof. O.
23. I'm so hungry, I wrote "occygen".

Random thoughts during the day

2010-01-21T20:56:00.003-04:00

1. How can such a small man have such a big round belly?

2. This man gives the whole class in reverse and doesn't crash into anything!

3. I'm gonna dedicate myself to study a bit of languages, like Arab, Mandarin, Italian, maybe some Swedish, not that interested in Japanese. But Mandarin is quite important. I got freaked out into learning it. My Spanish professor creeped me out telling us how China's gonna rule the world soon and that we should be prepared...

4. "You don't NEED children socially" -Prof. C.

5. "God is a nuisance these days" -Prof. C.

6. "You don't choose the god you believe in, society does." -Prof. C.

7. It IS possible to be scary looking and still come off as nice.

8. She winked?

9. "You are an ugly, dishonest crook." -Prof. P.

10. Sometimes, when I look at professors, I realize that you can really do a LOT in your life. I wish some people actually wished to live fully... But what determines how much you've lived? Why do some people live just because they're alive? How can someone not be interested in walking through the streets of London, climb up a pyramid, take Capoeira lessons and show off in Grand Central, stay up late just to watch the sunrise, drive off to the West just to watch the sunset, swim in the oceans of Hawaii, be called a husband or a wife, be applauded at for something you're good at, have an outstanding body, have a candlelit dinner close to the Eiffel Tower, throw a snowball to your loved one's face...

Sims...ZOMG!

2010-01-13T17:50:00.006-04:00

I have an unhealthy obsession with the Sims games.

After reading this, watching the video in the end, and having something terrible happen to me with my theater company, I'm seriously thinking about making a comedic performance based on the Sims xD.

I'm gonna work on it this semester... and I'm gonna make these:

I never owned the Sims Pets expansion =(
But here's a funny ^_^

And I will ALWAYS laugh at this:

I think I'm gonna go play now ^_^
Deuces!

JetBlue can kiss my ass

2009-12-30T23:28:00.011-04:00

Someday I’ll post why I frequently travel to New York, it’s a long and beautiful story, really.

I’m a procrastinator when it comes to packing. If I leave early in the morning, I don’t sleep, I just take my glorious time packing and then I leave to the airport and hopefully get some sleep in the plane. I arrived at the airport at 7:15am, had breakfast at El Meson, where I saw this weird ugly couple; an ugly looking guy, and an even uglier looking blond. I was captivated by them; I couldn’t forget that woman’s face.

I went through security and arrived at the gate around 7:45am.

The flight was scheduled to leave at 9:12am. When I printed out my boarding pass at the airport check-in, the board said the flight was delayed for 10:15am because the plane was delayed from Santo Domingo. At around 9:50am, the people from the staff were acting kind of suspicious; they moved us from Gate 22 to Gate 26. When the plane finally got there, The Blond started to demand answers. She harassed everyone dressed in blue for answers on why we hadn’t begun the boarding process.

The crew then announced that the flight was going to be further delayed because the pilot hadn’t arrived. Just like that, as if you could just randomly get late to your job while a whole flight of people are waiting for you. Later on they told us that nobody could find the pilot. The pilot never arrived. How can someone lose a pilot? What was he doing anyways? People were so mad, they just came up with funny possibilities to keep their cool. Some said he was drunk or hungover, some said he was getting laid and it ended up being a Longie rather than a Quickie, ect ect.

Around 11:00am, they declared that the pilot was MIA and that they would have to bump us to a later flight with a crew they had to call in. They told us to make a single line so they could reposition us in the next flights to NY, or something like that. They never really spoke clearly to us. In the line, people were getting angsty; there was a man fighting with a handicap woman because she had cut in line. After 20 minutes of us on the line, the staff said that only the people that had that flight as a connecting flight to go to DC had the privilege (if you can call it that) to be sent to an 11:30am flight so they wouldn’t miss their DC flight from NY. And us? We had to sit and starve for a bit more.

There were people there who couldn’t get to their jobs in time. There was even a man that would sit down at any corner of whichever gate they sent us and would have his own mess of papers, his laptop and making phone calls as if the Gate were his office.

There were old ladies just making fun of everything because if they didn’t they’d get up and kill someone. Someone even said “I won’t mind going to jail, I’ll get up and start a riot here, and I’m sure people will join.” The sad thing was, we would’ve. We were all in the air without information, people calling the passenger’s phones asking them “Are you here already?” or “How’s the weather over there?” and the passengers would say “Well, it’s pretty hot, actually. Skies are clear and it’s around 80 degrees here.” People were ahead of the game with sarcasm.

There was this red-head guy from the airport that was getting bombarded by questions, mostly from old people and The Blond. At 11:30am they actually announced that there was a crew and plane on their way for us, and that our flight would leave at around an hour; no certain hour, just “an” hour. After an hour passed, The Blond couldn’t take it anymore. She started just screaming out “So what about that hour, huh?” and yet more sarcasm. They changed staff on us 3 times because they just couldn’t be nice to us anymore. Even the red-head had to burst out to a lady saying “Yes, it’s completely my fault that your flight has been delayed. It’s my fault, but there’s a crew coming to get you to NY. I’m really sorry for making you lose your time.” After a while, I felt pity for them, I mean I know it wasn’t their fault.

When The Blonde lost her patience, she asked if our flight was officially considered “cancelled”, but right then the staff finally announced that our flight would definitely leave at 1 or so.

Of course, people cheered when the staff finally stated that we’d begin the boarding process.

My father called me reading the “JetBlue Airways’ Costumer Bill Of Rights” from the site, which states the following:

1. Customers whose flight is delayed for 1-1:59 hours after scheduled departure time due to a Controllable Irregularity are entitled to a $25 Voucher good for future travel on JetBlue.

2. Customers whose flight is delayed for 2-4:59 hours after scheduled departure time due to a Controllable Irregularity are entitled to a $50 Voucher good for future travel on JetBlue.

3. Customers whose flight is delayed for 5-5:59 hours after scheduled departure time due to a Controllable Irregularity are entitled to a Voucher good for future travel on JetBlue in the amount paid by the customer for the oneway trip (or $50, whichever is greater).

We finally got to board a plane at around 1:50pm, which led to closing doors at 2:25pm, and departure at around 2:35pm. Which means that our flight was delayed exactly 5hrs and 13 minutes.

(I’m still waiting for my father to tell me if he has received anything from the airline to his email. If not, I’m writing to them, as I’m sure many other people might have done already.)

There was also this statement:

For customers whose flight is delayed 3 hours or more after scheduled departure, JetBlue will provide free movies on flights that are 2 hours or longer.

They gave us free headphones to watch the movie The Ugly Truth (it was ok).

The flight went pretty smoothly, but who cared? Everyone was so mad that they we’re going to arrive to NY at 5 that they had no patience left.

At the end, when we got to NY, we couldn’t leave the plane immediately because an old man was having a stroke and we had to wait for the paramedics to get him out before we could leave. That was that man’s first time traveling, and having to put up with the worries he had about flying, plus the delays and the fact that nobody had eaten anything since 7am or whenever they got there for their flight, we all actually didn’t bother to wait for the paramedics because we empathized with the man.

Everyone got off that plane like dead zombies, nobody spoke, nobody looked up, just walked towards the baggage claim, which was shared with another flight so double the bags, and finally, everyone was free.

Do you sing in the shower?

2009-12-08T22:54:00.004-04:00

Answer this:

1. Do you have a shower or bath tub?

2. Does your bathroom have a window or just a vent?

3. Do you sing while you shower?

4. Do you sing while being in the bathroom in general?

5. Can you answer WHY you sing in the shower?

Just a couple of questions I need answered.

After I get enough answers, I'mma try to find the reason why people do this!

I'm looking for WHY people sing in the shower, is it the echo? Is it the "privacy"?
It's not like they can't hear you from the other side of the door...

2Bad - Michael Jackson

2009-12-04T14:40:00.004-04:00

This is just a random post...

One of my favorite Michael Jackson videos that stuck to my head throughout the years was this part of the Ghost video, the 2Bad song.

So here it is, for my enjoyment xD

♥

Beware the Black Friday!

2009-11-27T16:16:00.008-04:00

Oh, the dreaded day for many... Black Friday!

I had never been part of the madness, but it's one of those experiences that you personally want to go through in life so you can say "Oh yeah, I did this." or "Yeah, I was there".

Something I'd expect myself to say after this experience would be, "You learn from your mistakes." But, actually, I had a pretty nice time. I met up with some friends at the store, I had a pretty good deal, and I got lucky 3 times! Got the perfect 2 things I needed, and I didn't have to make the monstrous line to pay, I got a shortcut ^_^
Sometimes, I love being a girl. Although, I don't think it was the fact that I'm a girl, just the friendlines. I can be a people person and get people to like me not having to take advantage of my body or womanliness.

The origin of the name Black Friday isn't far from what people think it is.
“Originally, September 24, 1859 was deemed Black Friday; a day of stock market catastrophe.”
“If the day is the year's biggest for retailers, why is it called Black Friday? Because it is a day retailers make profits -- black ink”

It scares me how people claim that things are economically unstable and going to the ruins, yet people go crazy wasting their money. I see this happening now, but when is it all gonna explode on our faces? When will the money really be over? I mean, here in Puerto Rico, we've been in an economical depression for years now. It's already been categorized as a depression. Yet, people don't realize it at all. I guess they're used to the depression. But what goes after the depression if it doesn't get any better?

These are the kinds of questions that freak me out just to think about them.
These are the questions the rest of the people ignore just to have their minds free from the worry.

Ay, what'll happen...?

Happy Turkey Holocaust Day!

2009-11-26T20:52:00.004-04:00

This holiday is kind of meaningless, really.

Some religious people get their "give thanks in the dinner table before eating" tradition from this. I'm not really sure what "giving thanks" and annoying British people in funny hats destroying Indians have to do with each other, but it's still one of those weird heritages that shift so much from the original ideas...
(i.e. What does Jesus dying in a cross and saving us from sins have anything to do with chocolate bunnies and colored eggs?)

Anyways, I don't want to sound pessimistic. I guess I do have things to "give thanks" for. But, to whom do these thanks go to? If anyone, I'll thank myself for getting the things I've worked for and earned.

So, thank you, Kandi, for fighting for a relationship and getting yourself a good boyfriend.
Thank you, Kandi for being friendly enough to be in some people's good sides, earning them their trust and giving them the privilege of being called your friends.
Thank you, Kandi for looking for your biological family and finding them.
Ect, ect, ect...

iPhone Theft!

2009-11-17T12:20:00.004-04:00

I'm not a fan of the iPhone, I don't really trust touch-screen phones. If you're a person that hasn't really been delicate with your phone throughout the years, an iPhone is not for you.

Now, if you're the kind of person that sucks every Mac's creation's penni (sure, why can't it be plural like that?), then you surely own an iPhone! This phone is more likely to be stolen than my stupid Motorola. Nobody really likes Motorolas anymore. So, look what some very intelligent people invented!!

Oh yes they did! A disguise for your overly-priced phone!! Now you can hide your phone inside a very old Motorola phone, and everybody will think you're out of date! Start the trend! Carry around an uncomfortable phone all day, too big for your pocket, too heavy for your purse.
Is it easy to store your iPhone in the disguise, you ask? Why yes!! As easy as it is to take it out, or let it fall out!

Now, remember kids, always keep your phones as close to your butts as possible, that way, when you sit down, you will accidentally lose over 200 dollars, INSTANTLY!!

UPDATE: Found this video and I had to post it under here xD

Farewell mein leiber herr...

2009-11-09T00:33:00.008-04:00

It would be interesting to direct a musical. I won't be able to do it while I'm in college. I need a lot more experience to do a musical. Plus, I doubt a catholic institution will let me do the kind of musical I want, like this one, or Chicago, heh. I don't really know what kind of musical I'd do if I had the chance, but I want to be able to say that I directed a musical at least once in my life.

Hell, I'd even love to be the lead in at least a montage of this song.

Here's another version, sung by Rachelle Rak.

Wishing for Sand

2009-11-03T12:41:00.005-04:00

If you're gonna have a job that has to do with promotional stuff for places, and rearranging words to intrigue the public into buying in a certain place, or buying a certain product, Please, PLEASE read a friggin BOOK once in a while and learn how to write!!

You know what really grinds my gears...?

2009-10-24T17:32:00.004-04:00

What really SUCKS is when you finally find something that makes you happy, and you realize that it was all in your imagination, and everything turns suddenly against you.

There's something I've been trying to do, and it all just exploded on my face...
(and no, I'm not talking about the Gulf explosion xD)

No, but seriously, it just sucks. It's like getting a new computer, and then, when you finally know you love it, it has a virus, time bomb, and... VISTA!

Speaking of, I need a new computer.

BLAH! I don't even know where I'm going with this.

Here, have a picture:

That's what it looked like last night next to my house.

Toodles!

Cyanide & MSPaint

2009-10-19T00:52:00.003-04:00

For those of you who've read the daily web-comics of www.explosm.net, you might recognize this little comic strip I did quite a while ago. It's a few years old now. I'm not saying that I'd do any better today. I was bored, I was hooked on the comic, and I had MS Paint... so here we go! xD

So I'm doing a play...

2009-10-17T18:48:00.002-04:00

So yeah, I'm producing, assistant directing, lighting, and acting in a play that's gonna be presented in my college, Universidad del Sagrado Corazon, on October 30th, 31, November 1, 6, 7 & 8. It's only 3 bucks, so go watch it.

Please? =)

Typo?

2009-10-10T19:22:00.003-04:00

Ah yes, THAT'S how you write it! Thank you Word! =)

Can't study...

2009-10-04T19:11:00.003-04:00

I've been starting many different themes I can write about for my next post, it's been a week since I've been working on one... But this post is spontaneous, just because I can't study or do everything I have to do until I get this out. It's kind of a rant, but it's something that I'm sure many have gone through. And when I rant, I tend to organize myself...

When you're in Elementary School, everyone makes fun of each other, plays with everyone else in the park, calls each other best friends forever. When you're in Junior High, you start judging other people, acting selective towards your best friends, and start losing your innocence. You hit High School and you make strong bonds and friendships that later will break, after a week or two. But when you're about to graduate, your crew makes this promise about never breaking up, never losing contact, seeing each other every weekend, even if they're in separate colleges. Usually friendships break when communication starts to decrease, or when visual contact stops. Sucks, but it happens.

What happens when your best friend is someone you've never had a secret handshake with, never shared food with, or never even seen? How does this vicious cycle take its course?

Well, I've had many many friendships in my 21 years of life, but never have I had a friend like he whom I shall call Pete. It sounds impossible to have such a good relationship with someone whom you've never seen, but some people actually understand. Who says you can't have such a good friend online? Now, one thing is to have a friend, but like my mother says, you have to have a very very strong bond in order to keep in contact for over 5 years and never stop loving each other as friends (and some other times wishful thinking beyond friends).

We've done so much for each other, helped each other so much. People don't think it can go beyond some stupid internet friendship, but who cares about their opinion? We don't.

I've seen him go through relationships, and vice versa. We've had to stop talking, but we ALWAYS get back to each other.

Some months ago, he told me he was gonna get MARRIED!

Sure, I cried, I don't know why... But then I snapped out of it and felt glad! And I'm invited to the wedding!! As weird as it may be, the first time I will see him will be when he is being given out to the woman he's gonna spend the rest of this lifetime with, or so we hope. A couple of months ago he told me he's gonna be a father, MEGA freakout for me, but then, snap, I'm happy for him. I've shown nothing but unconditional love and friendship towards Pete. We've been through so much! But one thing we didn't go through before was the loss of communication when it comes to an engagement, or a child. Which, again, I'm extremely proud of and happy for him, but when does the vicious cycle of losing friends end? When you're in an old people home and make friends with your chess partner? No, they're gonna die in a couple of years, and you'll lose them too!

I'll take this as a challenge. I'm not going to lose a friend just because "It happens".

What went wrong...?

2009-09-17T18:37:00.009-04:00

I’ve heard this theory for a while now, but it’s something that I didn’t really need to answer to myself until only a few days ago, so I researched – a lot – and figured it all out: Do opposites attract? Or do Birds of a feather flock together?

In old poetic English, "birds of a feather" means birds which have the same kind of feathers, so the proverb refers to the fact that birds congregate with birds of their own species. And, when it comes to Opposites Attract, people try to fill in their blanks with their partner’s traits or characteristics. But, it’s not a matter of if they’re the same or different…

When it comes to falling in love, as long as two people are physically proximate and none of them do bad things to each other, they can fall in love. There is really no evidence that opposites attract. What brings dissatisfaction in a relationship is when the people’s values and ways they want to spend their time are different.

It’s not if they’re alike or different, just how willing they both are to tolerate the differences. If they’re really different and one presents a problem that has to be solved, both come up with different solutions, but none of them appeal the other. In that case, one of the two would have to just conform themselves to the other’s possible solution. Every difference would require negotiation and adaptation, which would involve into one’s change. But then, that would turn into a sacrifice, right? And I heard that sacrifices, sooner or later, become a grudge, and believe you me, it does…

We usually connect, in some way, with others who have certain traits that we don’t have. But when two people who are alike, or come from the same backgrounds, or have the same kinds of ideals, a relationship between them is extensively easier because of all the customs and practices they have in common.

There are certain things that one NEEDS to look out for when looking for a candidate, like for example; ENERGY LEVEL – If she likes to go dancing 5 times a week, bring friends over every day, listen to loud music, etc, and he loves to relax on the couch most nights, that’s a no-no; PERSONAL HABITS – Things like punctuality, cleanliness, smoking, and other weird habits; USE OF MONEY – Huuuuge problem when one’s a saver and the other just wastes every check the same day; VERBAL – Conversation is super important, but when one’s more conversational than the other, who prefers to just be in a quiet place, that might be a problem.

So, in conclusion, it’s not a matter of being opposites, or being soul-mates, it’s just a matter of falling in love with someone who makes you feel good, you never have a doubt about, never makes you feel awkward, bad, lonely, or left out, never does anything wrong to you and all that other mushy stuff…

Now the challenge is, can you get to know that about your possible mate before getting into the seriousness of the relationship?

Just a crappy begining...

2009-09-13T14:21:00.004-04:00

Welcome!! Well, I've been trying to begin this blog for such a long time, that I'm just gonna throw out the first thing I thought of this morning. I'm having a terribly massive writer's block when it comes to this blog, so I'm gonna start off easy, then work my way through.
Before I even begin to present myself to anyone, I'm just going to post a couple of things that can always make my day. Soon enough I'll make a brief introduction about myself, which I fear may not be as brief as I think because when I actually get the muse going, I don't stop until it's all out there.I hope Ms. Muse comes to visit some time soon.

Ok, so having this pathetic intention for a first post, I think I feel a little inspired to continue on with this blog.

Just to make things clear, I'm not trying to have a multi-million reader blog, nor am I trying to get any recognition in any way through a blog. Not doing it because it seems to be a trend either. I'm just doing it because sometimes I wish to share certain things with certain people, let it be poetry, pictures, or just some interesting information, and I figure that this is the best way to do it. I'm not the most creative person on the planet, and I'm not gonna make up funny stories every day for anyone's entertainment, but I assure you that at least ONE of my posts will interest someone out there. This blog is going to be a weird combination of things, used for promotional purposes, for rants, videos, pictures, stories, poems, weird shit, and in more than one language. So, may my journey begin...