Bubbaloo's Mind Bubble

Tina Fey The Great

2011-12-02T16:19:00.002-06:00

“And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. I’m totally messing with you. All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.” -Tina Fey <3

Haruki Murakami: On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning

2011-05-07T19:17:00.002-05:00

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.
Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.
Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.
But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"
"Not really."
"Your favorite type, then?"
"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."
"Strange."
"Yeah. Strange."
"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"
"Nah. Just passed her on the street."
She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.
Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.
After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.
Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.
Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.
How can I approach her? What should I say?
"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"
Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.
"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"
No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?
Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."
No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.
We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.
I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.
Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.
One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.
"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."
"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."
They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?
And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"
"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."
And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.
The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.
One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.
They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.
Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don't you think?

Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.

Check out www.bluntcards.com! Hilarious!

2011-04-27T20:03:00.000-05:00

Ransom Note

2011-03-28T14:43:00.001-05:00

Just got this email from my boyfriend:
“Your “makeup” box has been kidnapped for ransom. Unless you go and pick up the poopies from you “shit” tzu, the “makeup” box will be withheld. You have 10 min to comply with our demands or else the “makeup” box gets it…”
This made my day…

Who am I?

2011-03-15T13:49:00.000-05:00

Who am I? I ask myself that question everyday... Most people go through life looking for answers of more complicated questions such as: Where is God? Is there an afterlife? Am I going to be successful someday? Would I ever have a family? Will I be happy? Not me... I don't care about any of those question. My main goal in life is to know who I am... I've spent all my life pleasing so many people, I think I've lost my sense of self. Being raised in a catholic household, there are certain behaviors, words, actions that are not allowed. When this happens, sometimes you miss the chance of experiencing life, because you are so concerned about not letting anyone down. Even in school you are pressured to be intelligent, beautiful, popular, cool, etc... Then you become an adult and then this brings a whole lot of new issues, that don't allow you to think of yourself anymore. Women in particular are so pressured to fit into this mold of both be successful in a career and be a wife/mother too. We are so pressured to stay beautiful, fit, smart, fashionable, have a good relationship, basically be perfect. And you get caught up in it, you think that being all those things will make everyone around you happy... But how about your own happiness... I've slowly learned that is not about everybody else, is about YOU. I started to realize that the things that make me happy aren't the things that people expect of me... I don't want kids, that makes me happy. I want to travel, explore the world, get to know different people, get to know me. I don't believe in marriage, I believe that what is mine, is mine... What belongs to him, belongs to him... The thought of knowing that I am tied to someone forever makes me unhappy... therefore is not me. I am happy when alone, moments like this when I am writing this blog, but I am also happy spending time with people that stimulate my brain. Many things make me happy, MY DOGS, my brother, my sister, my friends, sarcasm, wit, rain, my hair when is curly, comfortable clothes, science, READING, writing, freedom, knowledge, challenges, real love, coffee, and so many other things. I am determined to know me, and I know that figuring out who Aurora is, will make everything around me fit. True happiness is indeed within you...

Follow me on Twitter!!!

2011-03-13T13:45:00.000-05:00

Hey everyone! I have twitter now! Follow me at: @aurorabubbaloo
Also remember my other awesome websites!

http://www.youtube.com/user/paullende29

and

http://aurorabubbaloo.tumblr.com/

Women Wars... NOT HOT!

2010-10-05T22:02:00.005-05:00

Why are women jealous of other women? I'll tell you why, because society designed us to be like that. I know you have been in that situation... You see another woman as more intelligent, richer, attractive, social, even sexier than you. You wish you could be her, but instead of admiring her, you find little flaws to criticize her about and make yourself feel better. Some women are so jealous that unfortunately that is what defines their personality. And that's how many of us were raised! Surrounded by women either in our family, school, workspace, that talked about each other and said nasty things. The overwhelming pressure we as women go through every day to be perfect is the reason why this is a continuous problem. We see it everyday on TV, magazines, our daily lives, everything advertises towards "beauty", "sexiness", "luxury". Women looking at these advertisements think that they need to have all those things to be happy and to be accepted in society as real women.Ladies! That is not true! Don't ever fall into that hole! It's hard to get out of it. Trust me!

I have been both a victim and a hater. Both sides are not pretty at all. As a victim, I feel betrayed by other women, and as a hater I feel awful inside. I discovered that every time I said something nasty about another woman, it was because of my own insecurities. My desire to be like her... That's why a couple of years ago I decided that every time I have negative thoughts towards another woman, I would befriend her, be nice. This new attitude, surprisingly ,is the best decision I've ever made. I have discovered that every woman has something beautiful about them... E-V-E-R-Y woman. We are beautiful, we are strong, and some of us have to fight every day to be taken seriously. It is a shame, that all those years where other brave women fought for our equality and independence, go to waste because of our attitudes towards each other. If you are a woman reading this, I challenge you to treat other woman nice.. like how you would treat a sister, your mom, yourself... You'll feel better inside, trust me. And you'll make amazing friends along the way. Your attitude and confidence will influence others and eventually (hopefully!) these women wars will stop someday! Fingers crossed! Remember what Elizabeth Bowen said: "Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies"

Caught in the act!

2010-09-16T20:47:00.001-05:00

Hello everyone! Enjoy a new video of Ion and Lupe doing their crazy stunts. While you are at it, check out my YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/paullende29 Hope you laugh your ASS of!

El Otro

2010-09-09T17:03:00.000-05:00

    Un sujeto encuentra a un viejo amigo que vive tratando de acertar en la vida, sin resultado. "Voy a tener que darle un poco de dinero" piensa. Sucede que, esa noche descubre que su amigo es rico, y que ha venido a pagar todas las deudas que ha contraído en el correr de los años.
Van hasta un bar juntos y él paga la bebida de todos. Cuando le preguntan la razón de tanto éxito, él responde que hasta unos días antes había estasdo viviendo el OTRO.
    - "Que es el OTRO?" - preguntan
- "El OTRO es aquel que me enseñan a ser, pero que no soy yo. El OTRO cree que la obligación del hombre es pasar la vida entera pensando en cómo reunir dinero para no morir de hambre al llegar a viejo. Tanto piensa , y tanto planifica, que solo descubre que está vivo cuando sus días están a punto de terminar. Pero entonces ya es demasiado tarde"
    - "Y tu quién eres? - preguntan
    - "Yo soy lo que es cualquiera de nosotros, si escuchan su corazón. Una persona que se deslumbra ante el misterio de la vida, que está abierto a los milagros, que siente alegría y entusiasmo por lo que hace. Solo que el OTRO, temiendo desilusionarse, no me dejaba actuar.
    - "Pero existe el sufrimiento" - dicen las personas del bar
    - "Existen derrotas. Pero nadie está a salvo de ellas. Por eso, es mejor perder algunos combates en la lucha por nuestros sueños que ser derrotado sin siquiera saber porque se está luchando"
    - "Solo eso?" - preguntan las personas del bar
    - "Si, cuando descubrí eso, decidí ser lo que realmente siempre deseé. El OTRO se quedó allí, en mi habitación, mirándome, pero no lo deje entrar nunca más, aunque algunas veces intentó asustarme, alertándome de los riesgos de no pensar en el futuro. Desde el momento en que expulsé al OTRO de mi vida, la energía divina obró milagros."

                                                                                                  Paulo Coelho

Saving Up!

2010-09-07T08:58:00.000-05:00

I have been trying to save money so I can buy an Amazon Kindle! I love, love, love reading! It's sincerely my true happiness. When I am reading, my imagination runs wild and it is so relaxing. I started being a bookworm since I was very little, maybe 4-5 years old, and I have been hooked since then. When I saw the Kindle I thought: Wow this is an awesome way to save all my books and have them with me all the time. There is just one little problem... I love book smell... yeap... It is kind of weird but I just love the smell of books and even more if that smell is combined with the sweet sweet smell of coffee. Aaaaahhhh heaven! But, either way, I still want a Kindle... I guess it wouldn't be so bad after all. I've also been thinking about having another tattoo done. It will be around this theme of reading and being a bookworm. I am still working on the design but will post it here when it is done =) Oh! and by the way... here is a funny picture of Lupe and I!

Lupe vs. The Brush... Epic Fail

2010-09-05T18:32:00.000-05:00

Check out my YouTube Channel

2010-09-05T18:28:00.004-05:00

I have a new YouTube Channel where I am posting videos of my two lovely pups Ion and Lupe! If you enjoy funny puppies doing silly things check it out!
http://www.youtube.com/user/paullende29

Of death and dissapointments

2010-09-05T15:17:00.004-05:00

This summer was one of the most life-changing experiences of my life. First of all, my mom was able to meet her real family (because she is adopted) and I was able to get to know aunts, uncles, cousins, and so many nice and wonderful people. People that I would have loved to have in my life. But while we were visiting them in New Jersey we got news from Puerto Rico that my dad had passed away, which made the NY trip have a 180 degree turn. Happiness and joy turned into sadness and disappointment. I had to be strong for my mom and my little brother and sister and comfort them during that difficult time. Thankfully I had my rock with me, my wonderful Juanmahel who was beyond great with all of us. I actually think he was the only one that saw me crying... I didn't want to cry in front of my family, because I've always felt I've had the role of the "strong" one and I would like to remain like that... It was definitely hard to see my family breakdown and show strength at the same time, but at night I would collapse in bed and cry. Strangely I didn't cry for my dad, I cried for my family. They, well we, have been through a lot with my dad, and the fact that this death happened during one of my mom's happiest moments made it so much worst. If you have read my previous blogs, you would know that my dad was a serious alcoholic who always chose the bottle over us. I was actually expecting the call that my dad would die. He always did that. During our most happiest times ( birthdays, graduations, births, etc...) he would do something that would take our happiness away. And his death was the big finale to his life and our battle with his alcoholism.
I decided to fly back to Puerto Rico to help my mom with all the necessary arrangements and while I was there I realized how alone my dad really was. Something he did to himself, because we really tolerated more than we should have before my mom threw him out of our house. His family tried to help somewhat and even tried to insinuate we didn't do enough. But eventually every one got tired of dealing with him after only months... I had to deal with him my whole life... If I started telling all the awful and sad experiences I had with my dad people wouldn't believe me, my family wouldn't believe it. Don't get me wrong, I do have happy memories too, but they are overshadowed by the bad ones... It is also sad to know that my friends were more supportive than my actual family. My friends were great! Calling me to make sure I was ok, texting me, emailing me, I was so touched. While I have cousins, aunts, and family that didn't even say I am sorry for your loss, even to this date. And that really hurts because you expect your family to be always there for you. I am so glad that my mom, my brother, and I have so many amazing friends that family or not, we will always have people to turn to.
Surprisingly enough my dad's death opened my eyes and made me realize how many wonderful things I have done in my life despite the fact that I had to go through his alcoholism with him. And it made me understand that life isn't about making others happy, is about making yourself happy. Now I am more determined than ever to accomplish my goals and do whatever the hell I want. I don't want to die like my dad. He wasted his life drinking. When I die I want to look back and say: Wow, what an amazing life I had. I want to travel, enjoy the world, enjoy myself, make my family happy. And even though I don't know if I want kids, I wish that if I do someday, I can be someone my kids aspire to be and feel proud to call me mom. I do think forgiveness is a wonderful thing, but I also know sometimes reality can't be overseen. My dad was an alcoholic and because of that he did all the things he did...For that I forgive him. But I can't say he was a good dad, I can't say he was there for me, I can't say he supported me. Many people have said to me: "Your dad talked about you all the time" "He was so proud of you" "He loved you". Well that's nice, but that doesn't make it better. That's not what a dad is supposed to be. A dad doesn't talk about you, a dad is there FOR YOU. Now my dad won't suffer anymore, and we won't suffer anymore... and that's all I wanted.

Goo Goo Dolls Forever and Ever and Ever

2010-04-19T21:20:00.003-05:00

I've mature into someone that doesn't like to be fan of artists or famous people. I despise people that follow Paris Hilton, any socialite, any reality show star, you get the idea. Although, I obviously have my exceptions... for some reason I love, love, love, Bethany from the Real Housewives of New York city. The point is that from all the famous people out there, the only ones that get my heart racing, the only ones that play music I can't stop hearing, the only ones that make me feel and I know will make me feel forever like a teenager are The Goo Goo Dolls. If you have read my blog, you'll know that I come from a household with an alcoholic father. Obviously, that situation caused many moments of stress in my life... still does. But somehow I always found comfort listening to The Goo Goo Dolls.
I started listening to this great band when I was in the 6th grade. The first song I heard was "Slide". At that time I was to ignorant to understand that the song was about abortion, but the lyrics "What you feel is what you are, And what you are is beautiful, May do you wanna get married, Or run away " made me feel comforted, like somehow he was singing to me, and the idea of running away crossed my mind a couple of times. Then I saw the video on MTV and I saw this beautiful man singing that song. I mean, he was GORGEOUS! He looked rough with his tattoos and spiked hair, but was so sweet at the same time! I fell in love... With years passing I became a hardcore Goo Goo Dolls fan and today I can sing ANY of their songs by heart... ANY. Whenever I feel down, I just put on my IPod and listen to all the Albums of them at once. For some reason, they have this effect on me. Part of being a Goo Goo fan, is the fact that I know the background of each of the members of the band, and it didn't surprise me at all that Johnny, the lead singer, the gorgeous man, came from a household with alcoholism. It all made sense! All his songs, "Acoustic #3", "Black Balloon", "Here is gone", etc. talk about addiction and dealing with addicts. When I found this, I realized why I loved this band so much, I connect with them in so many levels, I can understand the lyrics and identify with them, because I have lived it.
Last year I had the opportunity to actually go see them live and it was one of the best experiences of my life. It was one of the things in my bucket list... I sang my heart out and even cried when they played "Acoustic #3". It was surreal. I am going to see them again this year on May 16, and I am so excited to see the band that has been always there for me. I know, I know... they don't even know I exist. But somehow, I believe they do, because by writing their songs they are reaching out to people like me that have gone through so much and have overcome it.

Some of my JPG magazine photos!

2009-12-06T12:10:00.003-06:00

Check them out at http://www.jpgmag.com/people/aury5305!!

My little cotton ball

2009-10-28T22:58:00.004-05:00

I've got nothing against God, it's his fan club I can't stand...

2009-09-26T13:28:00.004-05:00

Hey everyone! Today I just have to talk about religious fanaticism. I have proclaimed myself a non-believer of religion. That doesn't mean I don't believe in God, I just don't believe that God gave us free-will and at the same time rules to follow. Does it make sense to you? I don't think so.
I have no problem with people that believe in a religion, in fact, most of my friends are Christians, Catholics, Buddhist, etc. I just don't like it when they start imposing their beliefs in me. I don't go around telling people: "Religion is BAD!" "Your religion is ignorant" No, I keep it to myself. Why? Because is my belief, not yours. But some religious people think they have the "power" of talking about their beliefs like they are the only religion in the world, like nobody else understands the world as they do. Recently I was walking on campus to one of my classes and one very well dressed man gave me a book out of the blue. When I looked at it, it was the New Testament... I got pissed! Why did he think I wanted that? What if I pertain to another religion? There is no respect what-so-ever! And since there is no respect, I threw the new testament right on the garbage. I know most of you must be surprised by this, but is just paper to me. Remember I don't believe in religion. :P
There are also people that go around talking about their morals, going to church, and criticizing anybody that doesn't follow their religious steps. But, on their lives they don't practice what they preach! How are you going to say that people should arrive virgins to marriage, when you are the first one who had kids at 15? How are you going to say that gays getting married is a sin, when your marriage sucks? How are you going to say that you should devote your whole life to serving God, when everyone around you hates you because they way you treat them? If that's the way you think you are buying your entrance to "heaven", I think you will be disappointed when you get there.
I don't believe in religion and I have been criticized about it ever since. But I try to treat everyone I meet with equal respect. I try to stay on top of things happening in the world to see in what ways I can help. I am in a career path, that I chose so I could help society. I don't like to criticize others, instead I always like finding the positive in everyone and everything. If by doing all this I am still going to "hell" because of not having a religion, you know what? I don't care! I live my life to the fullest, because when I die I don't want to have any regrets. I want to be able to love my partner without conditions, to love my children without regretting what I couldn't do because of them, to be able to look back and say: What a great life I had! That IS what I think God wants from us, just to live life to the fullest and the best way we can!

We are golden MIKA's new music video!!!

2009-08-07T14:22:00.001-05:00

A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!!!!!

What five things would you take to a deserted island is the stupidiest question ever!!!

2009-08-06T09:41:00.005-05:00

Have you ever played the game three or five things? Well, I recently overheard some people playing it and one of the questions was: what five things would you want to have if you were stranded on a deserted island? One girl said:
1. My laptop
2. A great book
3. My boyfriend
4. IPod
5. Collection of DVD's

... hmm isn't that stupid??? First of all... what are you going to do when the batteries of the laptop and IPod die??? There goes the DVD's as well because without laptop no DVD's. What's left? The great book? trust me you are going to get tired of reading it since you don't have any means of communication with the outside world! Now the only thing left is your boyfriend... great. By that time, you are going to be so mad that the other four things don't work, that I bet you are going to take all your anger out on your boyfriend as he is going to leave you... Useless stuff!!!

Then they asked the same question to one guy. Here are his answers:

1. Lots of food
2. Toilet Paper
3. Hot girl
4. Condoms
5. A pillow

... Oh my freaking God! These people are crazy! Ok, let's review the answers... Lots of food is good but where are you going to put it? It's going to rotten and then you are going to starve... Toilet Paper??? Really?? Don't you think you should save that spot for something more useful. You can clean you butt with water!!! I am not even going to discuss the hot girl and condoms ;(. A pillow?? How dumb is that?

After hearing these brainless people play this stupid game I started thinking what I would like to have if I was stranded on a desert island... Here are my five things:

1. Camping Gear Packet that includes matches, flashlights, ponchos, a little tent, a mini first aid kit, camping knife
2. Sunscreen with High SPF (I want to protect my skin!!!)
3. Bug Spray
4. One Short Wave Radio with the batteries inside fully charged ( Hopefully I can communicate with a boat passing by)
5. Flint ( I can make fire with it and it won't run out of fuel or batteries)

I didn't chose a boat, because if I am STRANDED that means I can't have one right? Also, no food since I can always find fruits and small animals to eat. No clothes... who needs clothes on a deserted island and I can always make some clothes with palm leaves and vines!

Who is going to survive now suckers!!!!!!

My tattoo!!!! Tempus Fugit

2009-06-25T10:33:00.002-05:00

Here is my first tattoo!!!! I wanted to symbolize that "Tempus Fugit"... time flies!!! If you look closely its a broken hourglass and the sand turns into a butterfly. I love it!!! It was done in Puerto Rico on Underskin Tattoos by Heri. Awesome people, awesome artists! It hurt!!! But I didn't cry!!!! That is a big accomplishment for me!!! I didn't know getting tattoos was such an spiritual experience. I felt like I could control my body to tolerate the pain and it was so worth it because the tattoo turned out to be exactly what I wanted and more! I am already thinking about my next one!

Real Women Have Curves!

2009-06-20T12:34:00.002-05:00

Hey! I recently found a group on facebook called Real Women Have Curves, and it caught my attention the administrator, Sophie Fletcher, wrote on the page. She said a friend told her the following fact:

"Back when drop dead gorgeous, curvy, influential women like Sophia Loren and Marilyn Monroe were modeling for major labels, the companies found that people paid much more attention to the models gorgeous bodies than the clothing they were promoting. So for marketing purposes, smaller, emaciated women began to take the runway - and it worked. As people stopped paying attention to the woman's body, the clothing they wore sold better..."

And I started thinking, wow! this could actually be true! Back in the day women were curvier and embraced those curves like no other. They even wore bustiers and skin tight clothes so that there curves would show. I am a latina, so I have my good curves if I may say, and it is so sad to me to watch other latinas trying to hide their curves and wanting to be so skinny!! We are built this way! I do embrace my curves, hey! my boyfriend loves them... believe me! lol So if you are a curvy woman, embrace it!

Lovey Dovey

2009-04-07T10:55:00.002-05:00

Showing me some love!

What's the point in all the screaming? You are not listening anyway

2009-04-06T17:11:00.005-05:00

Hey everyone! I have been quite hesitant to write about my personal issues through this blog but I think it is important to do so. Maybe someone will identify with me, find an answer to a life long question or it will be a good way for me to vent. I have dealt with the alcoholism of my father for 24 years, my whole life. I have been through stuff that only my mother knows, and let me tell you it hasn't been easy. Through out my life, my mom, my siblings, and I have had a battle that never ends with my dad, trying to "fix" him, make him better... We always lose. And it took me almost 20 years to figure out that is not up to me, is up to him, only him. Getting out of an addiction is something that the addict has to want, desire. Believe me, we have gone to every possible support group, seminar, church council, AA, you name it! and nothing. Why? Because he wasn't up to it, he doesn't have a will. He has been so many times in the hospital, close to be dead, and nothing. I have learned to continue my life and achieve my goals. I always say to myself, no life is a waste it can always be used as an example. I see in my dad something I will never want to be and I feed on that to get the drive I use everyday to become a better person, sister, daughter, girlfriend, student. That doesn't mean that I am not affected. I have a problem trusting people, specifically men. I have a fear of drinking alcoholic beverages thinking that I am going to turn out an alcoholic as well, therefore I don't drink. I have anxiety every time I am in a room full of people drinking, and I get even more anxious when I know the people. I get emotional every time I see a father and daughter together, I even sometimes cry. So yeah, this has been a roller coaster we've been through. My mom has her own issues, unaccomplished dreams that she wishes she would have done, but instead she chose to help my dad. My brother is a wonderful men, but he also has trouble trusting people and he resents a lot not having a father - son bond. My sister which is the one closest to my dad has lost faith on him. We have all been affected one way or the other. A couple of months ago my mom, tired of being a one-womam army, made the decision of separating from my dad and asked him to leave the house. Since then I must say our lives have been more chaotic, which we think is ironic. When my mom made that decision she consulted me, my brother and little sister. We all supported her in her decision, since we thought that way she would have her life back and at the same time my dad would have his space to think and grow. But, this has been the opposite. Now, that my dad doesn't have us by his side, is when everybody else wants to "help". Plus, add to the equation that he has talked trash about us to everyone. Apparently we don't love him, we have never supported him, and we are the worst family in the world. My dad is in no way learning how to deal with his own demons because there is people surrounding him that want to help, help, help, almost to the point where it is funny to me. Before everybody knew about the problem, but no one cared. But now I guess guilt is more powerful than dignity and family, friends, think that by helping now everything is going to be better. Everybody thinks they can "cure"my dad. Yeah right! They are questioning everything me and my family have done, without even knowing what we have been through all these years! They don't have the slightest clue! Unfortunately I am far away from my family since I live in Illinois and they are in Puerto Rico. But sometimes I feel like taking a plane and just go there to set things straight. They don't want my mom and dad to separate, they don't want my brother and sister to be affected, they want to introduce "God" to my dad. This is all bullshit! My dad is almost 50 years old and he has been an alcoholic since he was a teenager. I think we have been affected enough, I think my mom has given the best of her to be the best possible wife, and "God" is NOT going to save my father. As people say: Everyone is responsible for their own salvation. And you know what? Praying on your knees for my dad to be better is not going to work. You can pray all you want but if he doesn't want to change, he is not going to change. Can you believe that it was even said that they wanted to help just to not feel guilty after my dad passes away?? It is so ironic that this is coming from people that are supposedly in a "religion". Religion doesn't make you a better person, more knowledgeable or better than anybody else. Sometimes people in a religion are uglier inside than someone that doesn't follows one. I have come to peace with the fact that I am never going to be able to change my dad or make him a healthy individual. He will have to do that on his own. But, as long as people keep giving him a hand he is never going to achieve it. He needs to hit rock bottom, he needs to know that he has pushed everyone away. Only then he will understand what he has lost to alcohol. Meanwhile, people continue talking about us behind our backs, as if my mom, my siblings, and I haven't had enough. But we continue with our heads held up high and with the confidence that we made the right choice. It will be just a matter of time before other people see what the real problem is and then, only then, is when my dad will maybe have a chance.

Of hamsters and deaths...

2009-03-25T14:34:00.007-05:00

Yesterday I experienced one of the worst nights of my life!!! When I arrived at my apartment I called my hamster Martin as usual. Every time I would call him, he came out of his little hut and greet me. But yesterday was the exception, he didn't. When I went to check why he wasn't coming out, I noticed he was having trouble breathing and was secreting something weird from the nose. I panicked and started calling all available vets at that hour until I found one that was open. My boyfriend and I immediately put him in a basket and took him to the doctor. The vet told us he had a virus and that by the look of it he wouldn't make it though the night, so we had to humanely euthanize him. It broke my heart into little pieces!!! Everything was so sad. It was even raining to add drama to the scene :( He was the one that said goodbye to me in the morning and the one that welcomed me when I returned in the afternoon. We had so many good moments, happy moments, which makes me in a sense happy that I did everything I could to make him feel like a king. We will definitely miss him and he will always be in our hearts and mind... :_(

Hey, I'm a Vagina!!!

2009-03-23T15:28:00.003-05:00

So, apparently this pic was too controversial for some people when I posted it on facebook... especially women... hmmm...that makes me wonder if we are truly moving forward in society and equality for women. IT'S A VAGINA!!!!!!!! Every women has one... and even some men, but I am not going to get into that :S. What is wrong with it??!!?? Its what makes you a woman!!! It should make you proud!!! Not ashamed or even disgusted. Enough of all the taboo of trying to keep everything relates to women's sexuality hush hush. If more women were comfortable with their sexuality, there would be less self steem issues, less body weight issues, less emotionally challenged women. Being comfortable with your sexuality increases your confidence!!! It makes you feel so proud to be a woman!!! It makes you walk tall without hesitation or doubt. So all of you who feel ashamed of having a vagina, embrace it!!! It is what makes you, well, YOU.