Monday, December 28, 2009

Beautiful Disaster

I'm back in high school. My government teacher is selling herbalife on the phone. We are going on a school trip and I say goodbye to my boyfriend before I go...BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!! If you haven't figured it out by now, this is a dream.
I get on the train and see a person crossing the railroad tracks. I run towards the operator and try to tell him to stop, but by now the person crossing the tracks is gone. However, by me trying to save this apparition's life, I distracted the operator and made him derail the train causing it crash into a bunch of cars stuck in traffic. I back off in embarassment, go back to my seat and pretend nothing happened.

THEN! As me and other people are being checked by paramedics, Bruce Springsteen comes into the train and I run into his arms. He looks at me worried and asks me if I'm OK. I say I'm fine and he tells me in his beautiful deep husky voice: "Let's go home."

I wake up before I can respond. I've never wanted to go home so bad.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Whaddaya mean I gotta get my anal glands expressed?

I'm gonna ruin someone's Christmas Eve by taking my dog to the vet to get his anal glands expressed on the 24th. I'm so sorry.

Shivers down my spine...

I love this man.
I love this man.
I love this man.
I love this man.
I love this man.

Makes you wanna ride a pink cadillac. That's 1985, I wasn't even born yet! How sad! I need a time machine. I need to go back to 1985, sneak my way into that concert and somehow get up on that stage. Somebody wake me up when teletransportation to the past is possible.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

Message keeps getting clearer
radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is

You can't start a fire
you can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh's on me

Stay on the streets of this town
and they'll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book

I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look

You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
Hey baby

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Tramps like us, baby we were born to run

So after watching The 25th Anniversary Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (all 4 hours of it) on Sunday, I have become determined to save up, despite the austerity, for Bruce Springsteen and the E street band tickets. I must.

I actually prefer general admission tickets than front row ones. I mean, yeah in front row you get a seat and in GA you'll be standing, but at least you can get to be right in front of the stage! I rather stand for hours right in front of Bruce than to have front row seats feet away from him. What are the chances of little ol' me actually getting to touch Bruce Springsteen? For the sake of my sanity, I must try. So even though the band is on hiatus, I've got ticketmaster alerts already set when they come back. Which gives me enough time to save up. I had someone ask me why I would pay hundreds to see a 60-year-old man sing and play the guitar. Umm, did she not hear me say it's BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!?

Digressing a little, it might be just my mind chilling in the gutter but, I keep seeing that before the last verse on "Born to Run" Bruce always gets close to the stage and lets people touch the neck of his guitar (3:12). If there's no real meaning behind it, then it may just be an accidental sexual innuendo. I mean, the way people reach out to touch his, ahem, guitar. Which happens to be an instrument that is so close to his groin. There's ecstasy in knowing you are touching Bruce's guitar, and seeing him standing over you, looking down on you. That, together with the cacophony in the stadium, it's just downright hypnotic.

I want to like his wife, I really do. But in my deranged dreams, it feels like she's standing in the way of my happiness. Between Ahab and his whale. Yeah, right. That's what keeps me from finding happily ever after with Bruce, his wife. Not the fact that he doesn't know I exist ;P

Speaking of the concert: Stevie Wonder; Smokey Robinson; Simon and Garfunkel; BB King; crosby, stills and would think they are way past their prime, but damn! BB King is 82 and has more dexterity in his fingers than any 20, 30-something year old. I just hope God keeps him alive until I have a chance to see him too.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Bram Stoker's Dracula

Just watched it again. It only reminds of how amazing Gary Oldman is. It also reminds me that he'll never be mine.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Even if we're just dancing in the dark

I didn't watch the AMA's last week. I read Lady Gaga, Adam Lambert, Rihanna and Jennifer Lopez performed. I saw Jlo fall on her booty on youtube. I didn't catch the man-on-crotch action from Lambert. I saw some pictures of Lady Gaga looking like a something you would find in the middle of Texan desert-looking areas. I didn't catch Rihanna's performance or none of the other shenanigans. I didn't watch the VMA's either, but I did watch the whole Kanye-Taylor fiasco on youtube. Surprisingly enough, none of the people that did watch the awards shows were able to talk about anything other than the high jinks I mentioned above.

I can't poop on these singers talent, especially since my only talent seems to be catching stuff in my mouth like a dog. Yes, they sing; yes, they put on flashy performances; yes, they are "shocking" (more like scandalous, but hey). But they all feel like smoke and mirrors. I'm not a music expert, I don't know anything about beats, I don't play any instruments. I can only attest to what I know, and I do know that none of the afore mention singers touch me. Their music makes me move (physically) at most, but it does not touch me in the least. It's easy to make somebody move, it's hard to touch their souls. It's hard to bring someone to tears with just the mere sound of music. I can listen to their music a couple of times, I may buy one song. However, I cannot bring myself to spend $13.99 on one of their CD's.

Now, these people sell millions of albums. So there's either something wrong with millions of people, or there's something wrong with me. Most likely there's something wrong with me, as that is the case most of the time. All I know is that I would trade the life any of those singers to add more decades of life to some of my favorite ones. If we could bring Johnny Cash back we could get more stuff like: "Riders in the sky," "Folsom Prison blues," or "Walk the line." If we could add another 30 years to Vicente Fernandez we could get more "Por tu maldito amor," "Mujeres Divinas," or "Aca entre nos." Now, Clapton, King and Springsteen!!! Don't get me started! Riding with the King, The thrill is gone, Rock me baby, Layla, Forever man, Crossroads, Before you accuse me, After Midnight, Born to run, Tenth Avenue freeze, Because the night, Born in the USA, The river. What's gonna happen when they are gone? Lambert, Gaga, Fall out boy and Flo-rida will replace them I guess. I like Gaga's paparazzi song, it's got a nice beat. I can move to Rihanna's music. It's just they seem so temporary. Their music sounds the same so you can only listen to it for some time before you get bored. As oppose to Bruce Springsteen who is so...timeless. Or Eric Clapton, or B.B. King.
I can't say I've listen to every single one of their songs, I haven't lived that long. I can't say I've been to all their concerts, I can't afford it. But my eyes have watered listening to some of these songs. The emotion is so palpable when these men sing. Maybe is just me. I can't say Rihanna is emotionless when singing, only that I am at times when I hear her songs. There's so many already gone; Ol' blue eyes, Ray Charles. I feel like if life takes any more of these guys before I get to see them live, it's gonna be so freakin unfair...

Friday, November 13, 2009


"I’m full of remorse, I just refuse to invest in amateur theatrics to convince you of my sincerity."

Friday, October 30, 2009


I gotta get my hands on these!!! Christian Siriano debuted his Spring/Summer ‘10 shoe line during New York Fashion Week back in September and he just announced on Oprah that these shoes are gonna be available at Payless!!! Oh gosh, I hope they don't tone it down!! At least not too much...or not at all!! How sad, they are so going to tone it waaaaay down :(

Sunday, October 25, 2009

It's Terror Times Three!!

I'm finally getting my much needed Vincent Price dose of the month. And what's better than a Vincent Price movie? A Vincent Price movie based on Edgar Allan Poe's stories!

"Morella;" "The black cat," which is combined with "The cask of Amontillado" story; and "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar" are all featured.

It's so fake and cheesy at times, definitely funnier than it is scary. But hey, whatever floats my boat.

I had completely forgotten I took these pictures. That's Scott Dunlop, the producer and creator of the Real Housewives of Orange County. Incredibly funny man. Makes me wish I watched his show and makes me miss my journalism class...whatever.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

World Vision Experience

Please go to and check if this event is near your area.
Also go to and sponsor a child for only $30 a month. This is one of the best decision you could ever make.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Happy Birthday to The Mahatma

-Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.

-The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

-A 'No' uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a 'Yes' merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.

*Mohandas Gandhi*

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

There's method to my madness...

I should've been born a redhead. I just know I would have totally rocked it. I would dye my hair, but in this economy, I don't think my black hair can afford to stay red for a very long time. Anyhoo, this redness business got me thinking of my favorite reheads. I gotta say, I like my list :)

1. In first place, Conan O'brien. My all-time favorite. My one and only. Let's do the string dance together!!! No? Ok...

2. In second place, Seth Green. I actually just found out we share the same birthday! February 8th. He was 13 in 1987, the year I was born. That means we are meant to be!!! No? Ok...

3. Third place, David Caruso. This one was born in 1956, making him 53 years old and 31 when I was born. (Seth was 13, David was 31, coincidence? I don't think so!) Ours would be one...fiery red romance...YEEEAAAAH!!!! No? Ok.

4. The beautiful, the magnificent, the gorgeous, Christina Hendricks! Look up your dictionary, next to the word 'perfection' you will find 'Christina Hendricks.'

5. Now, Marcia Cross...Can you look at that hair and not wish to rip off her scalp and put it on top of yours?! No? Ok...

6. One of the few Disney Cartoons I can stomach: Kim Possible! She's a ginge, she kicks ass, she's a spy...person...hero...girl...whatevs, she's fierce.

And that's that! This is what ginge dreams are made of!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

This is what it feels like...

I feel like I'm left hanging...looking quite fabulous while doing so of course. Good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people a lot of times. It's in my nature to accept this because it's one of the first lessons you learn when you are kid. From the time when the mean neighbor's kid got a bike on Christmas and you didn't. Life is not fair, it's never been fair, it never will be. But sometimes, just sometimes.....................Good things should happen to good people once in a while!

Makes No Sense


Sunday, August 16, 2009

This is to what I woke up to this morning

My mother, bless her heart, woke me up at 6 am today so I could capture this beautiful spectacle. Two rainbows! Eh, I guess southern California is not so bad. I can't wait to capture future spectacles in other states though. It's a shame we don't have the time to appreciate the little things. This is what a real morning should look like. Me waking up just in time to make coffee, get the paper, go to the balcony in my robe and bask in the glory of a Californian morning for at least 40 minutes. Then and only then, can I begin getting ready for work. Was it Ferris Bueller that said, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it"? I think so.

I need a job that doesn't require my presence any earlier than 10am.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Canciones Oaxaqueñas - The Weeping Woman

Beautiful Mexican Folk song...

No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona,
Las flores del camposanto.
No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona,
Las flores del camposanto.

Que cuando las mueve el viento, llorona,
Parece que están llorando.
Que cuando las mueve el viento, llorona,
Parece que están llorando.

¡Ay, de mí!, llorona,
llorona de azul celeste.
¡Ay, de mí!, llorona,
llorona de azul celeste.

Aunque la vida me cueste, llorona,
No dejaré de quererte.
Aunque la vida me cueste, llorona,
No dejaré de quererte.

Dos besos llevo en el alma, llorona,
que no se apartan de mí
Dos besos llevo en el alma, llorona,
que no se apartan de mí

el último de mi madre, llorona,
y el primero que te dí
el último de mi madre, llorona,
y el primero que te dí….

I don't know what's wrong with the flowers, llorona,
the flowers in the graveyard.
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers, llorona,
the flowers in the graveyard.

because when the wind moves them, llorona,
it looks as if they are crying.
because when the wind moves them, llorona,
it looks as if they are crying.

Woe is me! Llorona
Sky blue Llorona
Woe is me! Llorona
Sky blue Llorona

Even if it costs me my life, llorona
I will not stop loving you
Even if it costs me my life, llorona
I will not stop loving you

Two kisses I bear in my soul, llorona,
that never leave me….
Two kisses I bear in my soul, llorona,
that never leave me

The last one from my mother, llorona,
and the first one I gave you
the last one from my mother, llorona,
and the first one I gave you

Where can I find these babies?!

These are a Emmanuelle Seigner boots design and I cannot find them for sale anywhere for the life of me...

Friday, July 10, 2009

I know I'm late BUT

I'm happy happy happy, so happy I could do the chicken dance!! My nemesis and every single animal lover's nemesis stepped down a couple of days ago. I just read her resignation speech and I'm confused...Then again, I'm always confused everytime this broad opens her big, fat, ignorant mouth. I could dissect her speech but the only way I can interpret what she's saying would be to just type: "I'm a stupid moron!, I'm a stupid moron!, I'm a stupid moron!" So let's allow a more eloquent person do the honors, and who's better than my future ball and chain, Richard Roeper!

"Gov. Sarah Palin announced she was resigning on a Friday before the Fourth of July. Even as she kept saying it wasn't politics as usual, that's exactly what it was, at least in terms of the timing.

As for the speech itself: WTF????

As in, Why the Fumbling?

What'd you think I meant?

Speaking in a rushed and jittery tone, barely coming up for air, Palin said that to continue to "plod along" as governor would be the "quitter's way out."

So, she's quitting because she's not a quitter. Got it.

According to Palin, since she's not going to run for re-election, it wouldn't be fair to serve out her term. But can't you BETTER serve your state if you're not worried about re-election repercussions?

"We just gotta put first things first," said Palin. "I love my job, and I love Alaska. I'm doing what's best for Alaska ... it's no more politics as usual."

Isn't that admitting you're not the right person to lead the state?

Palin also said she wouldn't go on "wasting public dollars and state time ... just so I can hold the title of governor."

With every statement, she seemed to be telling us she was really bad at her job. It was one of the most bizarre resignation speeches in the history of modern politics -- and I can't imagine how anyone in the Republican Party could witness the scene and think: There's our hope for 2012."

Sigh...Isn't he brilliant? Now, back to what I was saying, what Palin meant to say was "I'm a stupid moron! I'm a stupid moron! I'm a stupid moron!"

Let's hope the new incoming governor doesn't enjoy killing animals for fun.

Source: Chicago Sun-Times

Climbing up the Walls

Argh, there's no point on holding resentment, EVER. Life is too damn short to live that way. There's no reason at all why anybody should hold a grudge, some people have all the right in the world to hold grudges, it doesn't mean they should. There's absolutely nothing good or edifying that can come from hoping a person bursts into flames while we laugh madly à la Vincent Price. It doesn't mean grudges take every single second of our lives. Doesn't mean we lose sleep over it, or that it affects our present lives in any way. But when you see the object of your resentment and feel a knot in your stomach, you know you are not over it.
Doesn't mean I can't talk to the person, or that I can't wish them well. In fact, I don't wish they burst into flames at all. I do wish I could burst the memory of them into flames. And when you see they are living seemingly happy, normal lives, you wish you could disrupt their normalcy and remind them of their peccadilloes. I don't wish they feel miserable every day of their lives. But I do wish they feel just as miserable as I do when they see my picture or hear my name.

I actually had a dream of this person. I've had many dreams of this person. Gosh, it was as if it happened yesterday.

"Well, when I said I was leaving you asked 'when?' Then I told you when and you said 'OK!'"

Well, that's because whatever part of my complex brain that's responsible for my emotions is all messed up! I can't fix it! Sometimes it feels, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes I don't feel at all. It's OK, I don't want it fixed. Doesn't mean I don't care, but up until now, I've never had any regrets for not feeling certain emotions, because if I don't feel them, then it probably means they are not that important to me after all. What I think bothers me is that, I feel I should have "felt" something. I didn't. That's why I reacted the way I reacted. I wasn't repressing emotions. I just didn't feel them. At the time. Now I feel every time I see this person. I don't regret not getting all emotional. I don't fake emotion or kind gestures unless I get paid for it. It comes naturally or it doesn't come at all. But whatever feelings didn't come out while the object of my resentment was here, are coming out now that it's gone.

Rainbows, hearts, stars and unicorns. All is well, all is happy. Santa exists and Elvis is alive. So is MJ. Bye bye.

PS. This is soooo not about a "boy." The day one of these emo posts becomes about a boy, I'll shoot myself in the head with a water gun.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The things I do for Jeff Goldblum

I'm bidding $3.50 for this freakery...Now that could buy me a...umm, well...I could a get an...ok, it's pocket change and if I win it'll come with free shipping, so I can stop playing the victim right about now. I watched this movie way before I was old and wise enough to understand the hotness that is Jeffrey Lynn Goldblum. There's something so mischievous about his smile. Oh, such a devious smile! Although upon closer inspection, he kinda looks like a fly. I can't, for the life of me, remember to watch Jeff on Law and Order CI. What kind of fan am I? I will say though, that for a 56-year-old Jeffy is looking mighty fine. Ugh, I need help.

Urban Decay Shadow Box

This Urban Decay pallette is pure awesomeness. The brush makes it easy to apply and two-toned color shadow has never been easier to master. I'm not a fan of looking like a clown and these shadows are extremely light, it's hard to mess up. Love, love, love it.

YDK (bronzed mocha with golden microglitter), Midnight Cowboy Rides Again (golden beige with bronze, gold, & silver glitter), Flipside (electric teal with blue sheen), Flash (bright iridescent purple), Grifter (sheer lavender with lots of silver microglitter), Oil Slick (black with silver glitter), Uzi (metallic silver with big iridescent sparkles), Kiddie Pool (ocean blue with iridescent glitter), Twice Baked (brownie brown with gold glitter), Half Baked (subtle, lustrous bronze).

The Boss Wants You!

So I'm in super super saving mode and then I saw this Bruce Springsteen tote and my eyelashes almost fell off! Bruce is the only 60-year-old who can still rock a pair of leather pants. Now, I was a good girl and didn't buy the tote. I can live with not having Bruce under my arm, well, mostly because I would actually prefer to be under his arm. However! if that was Eric Clapton, then I'd be writing a whole different story. I'd be a little poorer today.

Anyhoo, the only thing I bought was dog food for a feisty little shitzu who doesn't like anything but Cesar canine cuisine...canine cuisine!!! But if you are interested in purchasing that awesome tote, it's available at Wal-Mart and it comes with a free subscription to Rolling Stone magazine for about 10 months or so. Happy shopping!

Monday, June 29, 2009

The Girlfriend Experience

I don't believe all friendships are meant to last forever. People come and go way too fast from our lives to keep in touch with everybody. I have moved a dozen times, from South America to Asia, to Sunny California. Now here I must have moved at least seven to eight times in the last seven years. Inevitably, I have left some relationships along the way. Also, I've never been one to need a shoulder to cry on. Yes, sometimes is good to let it all out of your system, but there's nothing therapeutic about it for me. I don't feel "Whoa, I'm glad is all out." I mostly feel "Ooook...that was unnecessary...*awkwardness*" Not to say I don't like to unwind or that I don't need friends, but unlike most people, I think I could do without any close relationships. I usually sabotage things along the way anyway, and I feel the only close relationship I need is the one with my family. And by family I mean mom, dad, and sister, maaaaybe brothers, sure why not.

But there's at least one person I wouldn't mind keeping in my life forever and ever. We went to Borders today, had coffee, browsed at some books and my night couldn't have ended any better. Now, I'm not one to get all mushy about stuff like this. I'm surprised she can get an "I love you" out of me! My sister recently told me she tells my dad "I love you" everyday and I just sat there astonished. Who loves everyday?!?! I mean, seriously, who freakin feels emotions everyday? She then proceeded to explain to me that for every two times her heart beats, mine only beats once. Makes perfect sense to me. For reals now, who emotes every-freakin-day?

Regardless, I truly care for this person. She's awesome and I will definitely be attending her funeral if she dies and shed a tear......Was that weird?

Aaaaaanyweirdmorbidthoughtsofmine, I love you boo!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

"La Rondine"

Set in the Paris, Mid-19th century, "La Rondine" is a beautiful three-act opera by Giacomo Puccini. It was performed at the Metropolitan Opera on December 31st, 2008, and I had the awesome chance to catch it today on KOCE TV. The NY Times was somewhat critical of the performance, but since I'm no opera expert, it seemed beautifully done to me. To my untrained eye, this operetta was poignant in every scene; I didn't catch any of the staccato sounds in their voices, that Anthony Tommasini from the New York Times did.

This is the story of how love is not always enough. Magda is Rambaldo's mistress, he's an older man and she doesn't love him, though she seems thoroughly happy on the first act. On the second act Magda meets Ruggero, who is somehow acquainted to Rambaldo. They fall in love. Magda tells Rambaldo that she has fallen in love and she's leaving. By the end of the second scene, Magda and Ruggero confess their love to each other. At the beginning of act 3, Magda and Ruggero are living in a cottage by the sea. Their bills are mounting and they don't know how they will pay them. Ruggero has written to his parents asking for permission to marry Magda, and they accept, thinking he's marrying a chaste, virtuous woman. Magda knows she couldn't possibly marry Ruggero because of her past and after finding out Rambaldo wants her back, she tells Ruggero the truth of who she is and goes back to Rambaldo, breaking Ruggero's heart in that final emotional scene.

Beautiful opera, I only hope to be able to be part of the live audience one day.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Of all the creatures, man is the most detestable. Of the entire brood, he is the only one that possesses malice. He is the only creature that inflicts pain for sport, knowing it to be pain. The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to the other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.

Bête Perdue

Dj j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour
Un million de roses n'embaumerait pas autant
Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages
Me rend malade

Long ago I knew the smell of love,
a million roses didn't smell as sweet.
Now a single flower in my way
makes me sick

I do not want my parents to take in another stray. I'm tired of this idealism vs. realism talk. Ultimate reality DOES NOT lie in a realm transcending phenomena. I've been through this once, I have tried it once, no thanks. "If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man."

Cria cuervos y te sacaran los ojos.

Boogie Boogie-Woogie

I must have been a black man from the south living in the late 19th century in my past life, because I just can't get enough of the blues. I go through different music phases. One day I can't stand anything in english and want just spanish songs, other days I can't stand anything contemporary and just want rock classics. One day I love Lady Gaga, the next I'm banging my head against the wheel when "poker face" plays on the radio. But I never EVER get tired of listening to Blues music. That been said, if I could wake up to the live sound of B.B. King playing the guitar, I would donate all my earthly possessions and live off of fava beans and Chianti, if that makes sense. And if Eric Clapton would join my bluesy fantasy, then, well I might as well eat the liver too! And I would officially change my name to Layla. Know what? From now on, it's Layla for y'all.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Funny things that happened today.

I had some delicious Caribbean food today. I am now holding a séance for my will power. Talk to me! I know you are still with me in spirit! I did, however, manage to abstain from the delicious pizza I was offered today at work.

I got a hug from my boss' cousin...who I happen to find quite attractive...who is married...and about to have a baby...damaged goods...

I think my dog needs his anal glands expressed...dammit!

I was able to eat a fruit salad and yogurt and say no to pizza. That's a first.

I just found the perfect I need $225. Hats give you a certain gravitas, dontcha think?

I just met with a longtime friend who I hadn't seen in over a year. Really, really awesome. Got another hug. Two in a day, that's a first! And he said my haircut plus my ensemble looked very "french." Given that they invented the tongue, it's a huge compliment!