Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
100!
Yay guys I did it. I have more than 100 blogs. Wooo whooo! Remember to be safe this summer. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do, which gives you a big ranges. Party hard! Use sunblock. These are a few pics on different parties last year. I hope I can top it this year. Good luck and take care just incase I don't see you. But remember what I said, don't be a stranger.
One more to go
I can't believe it. I am almost done with this Blog-off. After this fiasco is done, I guess I will go on face book and catch up with the world. Have some more of my pictures please! These are pictures from Becky's birthday last year.
Ant
Here is my little brother Ant. He is the only boy in the family and I feel really sorry for him. He has to deal with a crazy mother, and seven bitchy sisters. Poor kid! LOL
sleepy time
I remember I used to hate taking those long naps in elementary school...I would watch the other children take their long naps and it was horrifying to me. I hated going to sleep in public. It was embarrassing to me. It wasn't like if I was tired or anything I just couldn't sleep. I used to lay there and count. Count until my friends woke up. It took them so long to wake up too. I remember one time my best girl friend Marializa woke up five minutes after she fell asleep. We spent the whole nap time giggling and getting scolded at for not going to sleep. The teachers blamed it on me because I was the child who did not nap. Now I long for those naps. I feel that I took them for granted. I think I only slept like once and it was a pretty big deal because when I woke up my teachers cheered at me. I was so embarrassed, I never took another nap again.
Awww SB
I dont know how many blogs I have left but I am going to finish my 100 in this sitting. I have a few more to go so if i do a blog per minute I'll be ok. i hope. So today i walked across the field in SB. I was catching the 2:46 pm train to penn station. As I was walking on the grass I thought, "Wow this is the last time I will walk across this patch of grass". It made me so sad and yet so hopeful. I know that I will miss SB but it is time for me to go. I will miss everything about SB. I know it is annoying now, but I had great times and great firsts at SB. The first time I got drunk and high were at SB. I got into major trouble too. It was great times.
time
I wish sometimes there were another hour in hour day. Imagine what I could do with that extra hour. I could paint my nails, straighten my hair, and watch Tv at the same time. I really would appreciate that hour and never take it for granted. Right now I am praying for another hour. Can you tell guys? Time is a cumin and i's gonna die!
the virgin
when i was younger i started to go to sunday school. there they taught me about Jesus and God and the viging Mary. They gave me a little picture of the virgin mary and said, "anytime you need help, pray to her". So one day my class was acting up and we didn't get to go outside. I started praying to the virgin and behold, the mean teacher let us go out. It was a miracle. I like to believe that!
More Cosmo articles
So I am still reading this Cosmo magazine and it has an article that is titled "Tired of Him Finishing First in Bed?" Well lets see what we read. Things that can help him last longer, lets see. Kissing. Kiss him passionately but avoid tung hockey. That is kind of hard. In between sex, change positions so that it could give him the extra seconds he needs to cool off. You can have oral sex first and then later on at night go for the main coarse. lol this is too fresh!
8 more to go.
Here are a few pics until i get a good idea. Here is my little sister Chris and my mom making a funny face. Enjoy
I want an A
Hello I am still alive and kicking. I want an A damn it!!!! This is my funny friend Akash. He is a comedian and is actually pretty good at it. Michelle met him on our final. It was a good night. Lol This is Akash posing as James Bond.
I'm by myself
I don't see much action on this blog anymore. I guess Julien and Lauren finished their blogs. I guess Krystle finished her blog too. Anyhow, I am trying to think of new subjects to talk about but I have a writers block like that guy from 8 1/2. That movie was great. I need to see the remake 9 with all those flashy stars. Anyhow, in 8 1/2 Guido has a first sexual encounter with a prostitute named Saraguina. She is called this because she prostitute at the beach for some sardines. Usually her cliental are sailors. Guido and his friends give her money so that she can dance La Rumba. She is not that attractive but it works out for him. I see that she isn't cute, but still there is something about her that is sexy.
12 more blogs to go
So guys I have been blogging since I got home at 5:30 pm. That is the time I got home from school. I know that I am a procrastinator but I can't help it. I feel that I have a sickness that won't let me do my work on time. Sometimes I try to start my work, but then I get writers block that doesn't get unblocked until it's crunch time on the eleventh hour. It all started when I was a little girl. I guess I like to cut corners every way that I can. You can call it being lazy, I don't care. I swear that all of my best work is done when I am under pressure and don't care anymore. I just want to hand on my work already. If only my fingers could type faster. All I need is ll more blogs. Come on you can do it!
Cheap summer dates
Go out for a walk in the park and eat ice cream. Make a picnic. Go to the museum and enjoy some art. It is cheaper than going to a Broadway show. Go to the beach. Go to the movies. Bowling. Have a western movie day. I love Fist Full of Dollars with Clint Eastwood. He was so sexy. I guess he still is. Also make movie genre nights with popcorn. You can spend separate time with your boyfriend, family and friends. This is how you can make time for everyone you love. I definitely have a date with my sister to watch The Notebook..I never saw it but everyone raves about it. Oh well!
Skin problems
I normally don't get pimples. When I do get something really doesn't want to go away. I try scrubs and mask, but the pimple keeps coming back. Why do I keep getting the same pimple over and over again sometimes? According to the Cosmo magazine it's because the pore keeps getting reinfected. They suggest that I use heat to kill off the bacteria. They are advertising this thing called Zeno hot that gets up to 118 degrees. It's suppose to feel comfortable but I doubt it. You are suppose to leave it in the infected area for two seconds. Pretty groovy if you don't mind burning the shit out of yourself... LOL that was funny! It cost 40 dollars just incase you are interested.
Oh well
I am looking through my Iphoto library so that I can show you guys some cool picks. This is what I found. Damn I am so hot!!!
Hit or Miss?
Are tie-dye in this summer I can't remember? Yes they are it depends of how you wear it. Don't go for a full tie-dye dress because then it will be too much. Instead go for tie-dye tights with blacks pumps and a nice shirts. Denim shorts are also in. It depends on the length. Some people don't know how to rock the denim shorts because they are either too long or too short. I guess if you can see the pockets popping out from under your pants like Britney Spears, they are too short. Almost for ladies this summer, don't lie to yourself. If you do not have the body for a thong bathing suit then don't wear one. I always go to the beach and see a fat grandma in a bikini. I don't know if I should applaud her for her courage or feed her to the LOL
My Eden
I always wonder what it would be like to picture your dream habitat. I always wanted to have a waterfall in my backyard. I wanted to live near the beach too.
beautiful skies
I think the sky is beautiful. I like it just as much as the ocean. Here are some beautiful pics I found on the sky.
Perfect Christmas
When I was nine years old I had the perfect Christmas in the world. My dad was out of jail, and we were at my great aunt's house in the Bronx. We used to write Santa letters to rich people and they used to give us presents. I remember we used to write like 50 letters each and get like 10 boxes of toys. Life was great. Well anyway, that Christmas we got a phone call from some gringa and she said she was on her way to give us Santa presents. We ran home soooooo fast it only took us 5 minutes for a 20 minute walk. Not to mention my little sister was in a stroller. Anyhow, there was this elegant blonde woman in a black fur coat. She looked like the rich lady from Curly Sue. She gave my sisters and I about 10 presents each. All of the gifts were expensive, not like those cheap 5 dollar dolls from the bodega. That was the year I got my Baby Feel So Real doll and my 2XL robot. I still have those toys somewhere. I remember having my dog Guasona and being grateful for everything. I was so happy I almost cried at nine years old. I never did get a Christmas like that again.
Sushi
I used to think sushi was gross. I couldn't understand why people would put raw fish in their mouths and chew. My mother did not raise us on fish. She never cooked it because my older sister Ketsy is allergic to all kinds of seafood. So I was weened off of fish since I was three. When I got with Kyle, he introduced me to sushi. I had a crunchy spicy tuna role for the first time and it was great. I started getting braver and the food just kept getting more amazing with each bite. Now I am addicted to yellow tail and scallion rolls, eel and avocado rolls, and salmon spicy tuna rolls. The best taste in the world is toro sashimi. I ate sushi twice this week. Do you think I will get lead poisoning like that Ari guy from Entourage. I hope not. I want to go to Japan and eat the best sushi and sashimi in the world!
20 more blogs to go!
Yay guys, can I blog 20 more times in the next 1:40 minutes? I think so. I was just getting teary eyed because I really am going to miss you guys. I hope that we do stay in contact. I know that it is hard. Life gets in the way sometimes, but I want to make a promise to myself that I will not lie to you. You know what I am talking about. People always tell others that they should hang out sometime, or call each other, but they never do. Let's not do that. Plus I want to keep in contact with all of you because I feel we are going to be rich and famous someday and knowing each other is a good resource. Ha ha. Don't forget about the little people, nevvveeeeeerrrr!!!!
Ode to Colors
I love the color green because it reminds me of life. You see green in the leaves and in the grass I love to play in. I love the color blue. The sea is blue, especially in Puerto Rico. The beaches are either blue or light green, very warm and salty. I love the color yellow. Yellow reminds me of the summer sun. Some of the happiest moments of my life happen in the summer. That is why I can't wait for all the fun I am going to have this summer. I love the color brown. The earth and my family's beautiful faces are different shades of brown. I love the color black. I know it isn't a color, it is the absent of color. It so bold, so dark, so beautiful. I love the color coral. It reminds me of good tasting candies. I get a warm fuzzy feeling when I think of coral. I love the color purple. I think it looks so pretty on me. I look like a blue berry and that is fine with me because I love blue berries. I also love the color white. I know it is all of the colors put together. It is so pure, so inviting. I like that nothing can hide in white.
These are the colors I sort of like; pink and red. I wear red when I want to look seductive and it usually works. Pink is so girly for me it makes me want to puke. But I must admit that some shades of pink look fabulous on me.
The color I hate; orange and baby deuce green. I hate the color orange because it reminds me of the walls at the Lincoln Hospital. I used to always go to doctor visits there and wait for hours bored.
These are the colors I sort of like; pink and red. I wear red when I want to look seductive and it usually works. Pink is so girly for me it makes me want to puke. But I must admit that some shades of pink look fabulous on me.
The color I hate; orange and baby deuce green. I hate the color orange because it reminds me of the walls at the Lincoln Hospital. I used to always go to doctor visits there and wait for hours bored.
Fishing
When it gets warm outside I like to go fishing with my dad. It is one of his favorite things to do. He spends all his money on fishing rods and reels, bait and hooks. Fishing is all my dad talks about sometimes. He likes to go by the river next to a Cosco. It is a ghetto move but it's actually very peaceful there. First we put the bait on the hooks, then he tells me to throw the string thingy over. When he sees that I am doing it wrong, he takes over and does it for me. Then I just sit down and drink my Corona. We listen to music, smoke tons of cigarettes and I drink beer. My father is not a drinker, I got that from my grandfather from mother's side. He likes to tell me his life stories. He likes to ask me a hundred thousand questions, it's pretty cool. My father gets so excited when the fish tug at the bait so he always reels it in. To his surprise most of the bait get eaten all the time. I laugh a lot at him. I guess that is mean of me. Sometimes my dad gets lucky and catches a huge fish. He will talk about this huge fish for hours until he catches something else. I enjoy spending time with him. When I was younger I always wondered what it would be like to go fishing with my dad and now I know. It's pretty good!
24 hour bug
Kyle had a feast while I was staying over Becky's. My cousin came over to hang out with Kyle and they ate so much. This morning I took my AAS final and did very well. I finished it in 15 minutes. After my final I called Kyle and he stood home from work with food poisoning. He wanted me to come home and take care of him. So after helping out for the graduation ceremony, I hoped on the train and went home. He was sprawled out on the couch looking miserable. Poor baaabbbyyyyy. I went downstairs to buy him some lipton noodle soup and some ginger ale. It made him feel much better, but he couldn't eat the whole thing. Now he is hungry so I made him a grill cheese. I hope it isn't contagious because I can't deal with being in the bathroom all day. So I am hoping for the best. He also has a slight fever. : (
My men.
When I was four years old I had the biggest crush on Chayanne and El Puma. I had two pictures on my wall of the two Spanish humks. I remember my grandmother caught me one day kissing the pictures on the wall, I was only four. Now my the two stars on my wall are Hugh Jackman and Gerard Butler.
Wait ! I can hear the bells.....
Hoof ! Did that just happen ? Goodness me, blog blitzing at its extreme......yay ! That was fun Lauren.
Although I've exceeded my 100 entries, I felt obligated to post a final entry - truncating rather abruptly the time I wish I had to truly dedicate myself to all the wonderful ideas that were thrown at me throughout the course of the semester in this class.
I know that I do not only speak for myself in saying that this class has truly inspired and changed my way of thought, and more importantly approach towards the pursuit of a career and a fulfillment of my endeavors as an artist and individual wanting to be of impact on society.
The message that Professor Baldwin sells throughout the semester is consistent and reflects clearly his work and success: "the DO it mentality". Say it with me now folks: "We're not in Can'tada."
However cooky Professor Baldwin may be with his unique terms of of both endearement and metaphor - alright, gang, dudes and dudettes; just load it up and fire - he is a Professor who is passionate and admirably grounded in communicating to his students a practical, useful message: to Do.
As an artist, I know that within me there burns with ferocity just that same message - to do, to create, to collaborate. Denying that ferocity would be an unforgivable travesty, one that cannot be lived with.
It is a difficult world in which we live, not to say difficult, challenging times of economic depression. We are constantly reminded of those necessities and practicalities of life so driving us through our everyday drudgeries. Yes, one must pay the bills and put food on the table but as an artist I know that doing only and singularly that would be a committing of that same aforementioned travesty that is so contrary to the fiber of my being.
How to strike a balance? Is there even one to strike?
I have certainly found in these past weeks that my fiber is one so composed of that creative will that to do otherwise is of grave deviance. How then to be practical? How then to pay my bills?
It is a lesson that I know and have grown up with that must pose as the temporary and sufficient answer to this most tenuous of questions. Work Hard.
Similar to Professor Baldwin's decree of not being in "Can'tada", hard work is what I know and love to do. But can I work hard doing what I love - being creative; being that musician, that writer, that innovative collaborator that I know myself to be.
And there you are. The answer within the question.
I am undeniably myself and within that state of being I can be but nothing else.
Be kind with me now as I meant no contrived or schmaltzy conclusion, rather one simply of my thoughts - true, honest and bared wholesomely for your evaluation. And thus, I conclude more firm and ardent in my resolve to pursue that feeding of my fires; knowing, believing, trusting that with hard work, with a determined mind, with an unfailing, unswerving resolve that to be an artist is to be successful, that neither compromise nor balance need to be offered in barter as a means to pay the qualms of bills and human necessities.
So what's next? Well, pour myself a glass of cheap red wine and wish the night away of course....that is, right after I study for my Economics final.
Consumerism!
Everywhere I look, I see ads. I live in the city and there are billboards all over the place. Even the shuttle has sold her soul to consumerism. They got me, did they get you? Here are a few shoes that got my attention.
100th Post
Signing out a bit emotional (I'm done with college and graduating, so it's bitter sweet for me)
Krystle aka Kryspy!
Food Coma?
Food coma. I have experienced a food coma before but I didn’t know it actually had a name. I ate so much Christmas dinner one time, that almost immediately I fell asleep. Nothing would wake me up. My little sister and cousins painted my nails, put shaving cream all over me, and stuck stuff in my hair and I would not wake up. Finally hours passed by and I dreamed I was being chased by an evil Santa. I guess a food coma makes sense now. Because your body needs energy to digest a heavy meal, it eats up your energy. So the moral of your story is eat less and eat more times throughout the day to avoid a food baby, and a food coma. Eat fish, chicken and nuts to feel fuller for a longer time. Be careful with fat-free snacks, sometimes they are more harmful than good because they add tons of salt and sugar to make up for some lost taste. Remember to eat a fruit for breakfast, lunch and a snack. Eat protein with every meal you take. By the end of the day you should have eaten 3 meals and 2 snacks. I guess my problem was that I only ate breakfast and dinner that Christmas day .
Down with the Beiber Hairstyle
Check out this kid who sounds good, but need to get rid of that horrid hairstyle. You gotta wait until the end for the performance.
Just say NO!
So I took a Cosmo quiz called “Are you too damn good to your friends?” Apparently I am. This is what this quiz told me: “if you were a candy, you’d be a Lifesaver. That’s not always a good thing. When you constantly put others first, there’s no time left to think about what you need. And because you so easily give up the cute skirt or the hot date, friends can take you for granted, which can make you resent them. Next time you start to volunteer for something you’d rather skip, stop. A simple sorry will do”. This is totally true about me. I have felt a little taken for granted in the past by messed up friends. I know that I am a cool friend, but I must learn how to say no to people without feeling bad about it. I know that it is stupid but I can’t say no to people that I love. I know this isn’t true, but when I used to tell my friends no, I felt like if I was letting them down. I need to practice saying no. I have been practicing say no to my mother. She is sometimes a little over bearing and always wants me to do stupid little things for her. Last week she wanted me to go to her house so that I could translate something for her and I kept telling her no. The next day she called me and told me that she would pay me if I translate for her and then I said ok. I know she still got me to go over there, but at least I got some money out of it. The next time my sister wants to borrow my clothes without permission I am going to flip on her. I don’t understand how she takes my clothes because we aren’t even near the same size. I am a size 12 and she is a size 6 in clothing. How does that work? No, No, NOoooo! Just practicing.
Vogue
My boyfriend found a copy of vogue magazine in my tornado hit apartment (due to moving engagements...tee hee) and fliped through it out of curiosity. He kept asking me why the models were so skinny, he couldn't believe how thin they were, he said, is this what women should aspire to look like? He said, "what man would want bones, no flesh", he couldn't get over how skinny they were. He also said some of the ads were weird, then he proceeded to point out to me, are they all white.....well mostly. I said yep! As women we are still faced with these images of what "beauty" is like. My bf also said, why do women buy this stuff, esp those who do not look like those in the magazines. Clearly they are not trying to market to you....or are they? Humph!
Alice and that damn bunny!
Another piece of art from the penis snail maker. This one is pretty funny!
Can't wait for the Summer!
I am the mother hen of my crew when I go out and party with my friends. This makes me feel so old because I hate feeling like a babysitter. Things are going to change. Maybe it’s my friends turn to babysit. This summer I plan to say yes to new experiences; I need to venture off out of my comfort zone. If someone asks me to do some public speaking, I will say yes. Hopefully this will lead to new opportunities. My friends from other countries always tell me to visit them. Yes, I will visit them. I am going to try new foods, like frog legs or something like it. I want to go camping this summer and build my own tent. I want to make fire. I will crash city parties, and sing in karaoke bars. I am going to explore the world or at least China town. This summer is going to be awesome.
BUFFALO SOLDIER
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta:
It was a buffalo soldier in the heart of America,
stolen from Africa, brought to America:
Fighting on arrival,fighting for survival.
I mean it, when I analyse the stench,
to me it make a lot of sense.
How did dreadlock rasta was buffalo soldier.
And he was taken from Africa,
brought to America.
Fighting on arrival,fighting for survival.
Say it was a buffalo soldier,dreadlock rasta.
Buffalo soldier, in the heart of America.
If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldnt have to ask me,
Who the heck do you think I am.
Im just a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
Stolen from africa, brought to america,
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america.
Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Buffalo soldier troddin through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.
Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america;
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the caribbean.
Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Etsy: Pass or Fail?
I was browsing the art section of etsy, using the keyword "sea" when I came across Double Headed Hermit Penis OOAK. WHOA!!! Quite an interesting piece aye? For me I give it an F, esp since it costs $50. but I know someone out there want to give this thing an A... *Blank Stare*
Cosmo tips
According to the Cosmopolitan magazine, men have 75 sex tips for us ladies. Let us explore what men sizzle for: Supposedly men like it when you whisper “I’m so wet” when they least expect it. While kissing, let your fingers run through their hair. Bite your lips while you are on top. Bite his shoulder or scratch his chest so that he could know it’s time to get it on. During missionary style, put your legs on his shoulder for deepness. Rub his legs. Take total control, just pounce on him. Take showers together. Give a demonstration on how you want to be touched. Tell men what you like but in one or two words (whole sentences kill the mood). Moan their name. LOL is it a bit much guys, sorry just wanted to give you guys some sex tips if you need it. LMAO
Leave your bra on as a grabbing strap. Go to the beat of a dirty rap song and shake it like a video ho. Lick his fingers. Men love quickies and women on top. Wear their shirts to bed. Tell them to tug on your hair. Role play. Lick his nipples. Every other advice was a little too boring. Oh remember to give them a back scratch after all is said and done.
Leave your bra on as a grabbing strap. Go to the beat of a dirty rap song and shake it like a video ho. Lick his fingers. Men love quickies and women on top. Wear their shirts to bed. Tell them to tug on your hair. Role play. Lick his nipples. Every other advice was a little too boring. Oh remember to give them a back scratch after all is said and done.
I want to live in a world where colors look like this and people dress like that
Who wants to live with me?
Controversial Art
This is somewhat of a controversial video. Why you ask? Well it wasn't staged and Badu actually striped down in public, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. While I applaud her for such a risky move, I'm still not sure how I really feel about it. I am trying to look at it from the point of view of the bystanders, how would I react if a woman striped down butt naked in the subway. Does it make a difference that it is a famous person, do I prefer to see famous people strip naked in public...some days I say no and others I'm like why not.
Another question I would like to pose is, suppose this was a male, a famous male at that, maybe Common or Dr. Mc Dreamy from Grey's Anatomy, or how about Rapper Rick Ross (I've actually seen pictures of him on stage shirtless...puke!!!) , but you get my point! How would the public react to a man swaying his shlong at kids and grandmothers??? Just asking ;)
I do like the song, so enjoy some Baduation :)
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