Tuesday, July 5, 2011

*sniffle sniffle*

I have been out of commission for the last few days. Have a really bad cold I'm trying to get over. So until I get better, I will remain in bed sleeping this thing off. Although I would love to share with you a lot of ideas that have been popping in and out of my head. I can't really gather the strength to focus in on anything with all my creativity. But I hope that you had a great Independence Day and have a great week full of sunshine. XOXOXO

"The best things in life, are free."

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Moonligh Skinny Dipping

This is a time when I went to Hawaii and was staying at a hostel the remainder of my trip over on the North Shore. It had such an impact of inspiration on me that I decided to write about it. Hesitation of weather or not I would share it, but with only the people involved, I decided it's mine to share also. Hope you enjoy!

*The names in this story have been changed due to discretion. Also, no animals were actually hurt during the time. 

The foggy distant dream of last night lingered, then I sudden realized where I was once my vision came into focus. Looking over to the emptiness next to me, I smiled wondering where my friend had run off to. Hmmmm..... I thought, he must have gone to work. I wonder what time it is? As I stumbled out of my small bed with half of the sheets and covers dangling over the side, my hangover instantly kicked in. BAM! As if it was saying "You will be miserable this morning!! Mauahahauauahauahahahah!" And yes, it snickered at me in an evil laugh. I walked through the scattered clothes and shoes that were flung all over the room and noticed that...my friends belongings were still here. Creeping into the common area, not to wake anyone up, I found him. He laid there like a giant angel on the extremely small couch. His feet curled up, for if he was to lay straight, his body would dangle over like a rag-doll. The sun was coming up somewhere and the little light outside gleamed in. His smooth skin and dark features appeared darker than usual because of this. I guess being a vegetarian had it's benefits after all. His skin was like silk. "Richard.... Psssssss... Richard..." I whispered. "What... huh!!!" he looked at me confused and startled as I appeared over him, waking him up from his dreamland. "Don't you have to go to work?" I then giggled at his complete innocence. He jumped up and walked into my room frantically. After I grabbed the water from the fridge, I also walked back to my room, but only to find him plopped down on the bed with his face buried in the pillow. At this point, I couldn't help but laugh. He rolled over to his side of the doll sized bed and instantly fell asleep. I joined him shortly after. Beep, beep, beep, beep! The sound of his alarm clock on his phone blared from underneath the pillow. "Aaaaaaghhh....." I moaned a little in annoyance. "What time is it?!" I said in my quiet morning voice. The rooster outside started crowing that it was definitely morning. "5:45 a.m. babe...." Richard seemed reluctant to get up, hit snooze and said, "I'm good for a while longer." And rolled over to put his arm around my partially naked body. He pulled me closer to him and we fell asleep once again. COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!!!! Fucking chicken wants to get eaten, I thought, as it woke me from my pleasant dreams. This time, with no hesitation, Richard jumped up and said he need to go to work. He kissed me gently on the forehead and left. I then closed the window, shutting out the world and that cocky chicken I would soon eat for my breakfast if he continued with his waking everyone up act. Ugh!!! Finally some peace and quiet.

Waking up to an empty bed was completely satisfying. Usually people get sad when they see no one next to them after a hot night of amazing sex. But in this case, I just wanted to be alone. Away from all the bullshit. I mean, that was the reason I came to Hawaii in the first place. I looked at my phone and saw 5 text messages from Asshole, saying how much he missed me. I hate ex's. Which really makes me wonder what the hell I as thinking for even hanging out with him after 3 years of silence. We were a horrible couple. Always fighting about some stupid nonsense. His temper was the worse. I thought I had a bad temper but my goodness, this man had issues. Borderline psychotic with spurts of bipolar fits. It was almost like a puppy if you don't train them properly. After awhile, the cuteness wears off and he has moments of jumping around, back and forth. Then when you tell him to stop he goes for the first thing, which happens to be your Louboutins and chews them up. Asshole. He should know better than that. His way of thinking is 'My way or no way.' There is no getting around it either. And if you try to voice your opinion, you're either wrong, a slut or you're just not listening to anything he is saying. Instead of replying back to Lee, I deleted each message before reading them. One by one... BEEP, delete. I don't have time for those shenanigans! I'm single, free from all drama and have my own bed all to myself! Life seemed completely amazing. Then I had a moment where I looked over again and wish he stayed. Damn emotions. They always win. Stretching just a bit, my morning awaited me. I crept once again through the jungle of clothes sprawled all over the floor. Mmm.. flashback. His lips.. lingering all over my body...his touch.. so safe and secure. His eyes, so intense. Glazing upon me like I was his prey and he would devour me at any moment. As soon as I opened my bedroom door, I came right back to reality. I took a shower in bliss, contemplating the fantasy over and over in my head. What an asshole, I thought, I'm being stalked mentally by Richard and his King Kong sized unit. But as the soapy water rolled down my golden back, I kept thinking of his darkly tanned fingers caressing me there.

My hangover followed me out of the shower and into the kitchen. A banana and a tall glass of orange juice would get this pesky pervert out of my head. You lose this round Mr. Hangover, we shall meet again very soon...  I looked in the sink and thought, Who's the inconsiderate jerk who didn't wash their two spoons?! How lazy! But then I realized the white creamy substance on them was in fact, potato salad from Food Land; and last nights memory came lingering right back to me. All I could think about was our two naked bodies wrapped up in each other on the sand. The moonlight glistening off our skin as we made sweet jungle love to the sound of the ocean waves. Each thrust was in rhythm, with no one around but the sand crabs and crashing water. I don't think I have ever felt that close to anyone. We held each other so close, it was as if we became one. Unified. Our souls entangled down to the very core. He was so gentle with every touch. So careful and with every caress the passion for each other increased. Do we just have amazing physical chemistry or was he my soul mate? All I knew was the next minute we were running around the beach naked and jumping into the ocean. Giggling, laughing and eventually plopping down on the beach towel to take in what had just happened. I felt so comfortable. It was the perfect night, with an amazing person in the most perfect place. Right then, I wished on a star. Asking the Universe, to give me more experiences like this in the future.  But instead, I snapped back into the kitchen. The spoons mocking me.

Practice makes perfect.

Hello readers, Sorry I haven't been posting much of my writing lately. A lot has been happening which I will eventually be posting. I also haven't been doing much of traveling. That is usually when I get all my creative energy. But I will let you in on a little of what I will be putting up in the next few days. 

  • More insight on my trips to Key West, Hawaii and San Diego
  • La La Land: Part Two
  • Moonlight Skinny Dipping which I will be posting today
  • My trip I am taking for the next two days to San Francisco
  • And more teasers from my book

Hope you enjoy. XOXOXO Thanks for reading!!! 

“Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well” ~ Voltaire

Monday, June 20, 2011

Ain't that a kick in the head...

Hope everyone is having a wonderful day!!!!

Every day I get up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America.  If I'm not there, I go to work.  ~Robert Orben

Sunday, June 19, 2011

In every girls life; there’s a boy she’ll never forget and a summer where it all began.

Now that summer is here, time to put away those winter clothes and pick out the right attire. I have been obsessed with Free People, Michael Kors and Lucky Brand and a couple other random pieces. Here are a few pieces I absolutely love!

(To the left and right, All Saint, http://www.us.allsaints.com/ )

“Summer is kind of like the ultimate one-night stand: hot as hell, totally thrilling, and gone before you know it.” — Cosmopolitan

“So here’s to all those summer nights when my feet hit the sand and the waves break my fall and all my friends around me out number the stars.” — Unknown

“Sun is shining. Weather is sweet. Make you wanna move your dancing feet.” — Bob Marley
“A girl in a bikini is like having a loaded pistol on your coffee table — there’s nothing wrong with them, but it’s hard to stop thinking about it.” — Garrison Keillor

Monday, June 13, 2011

I wish the best for you....

Love can make you do some crazy things. We constantly have people who come in and out of our lives who have an impact on us in many different ways. I have had a few that left me feeling like the words written in this song. But over all, I can say that I have met some very amazing and brilliant people within my short life of 25. Especially, over this last weekend when I went camping. And sometimes, the people you least expect to have an impact on you are right in front of you. Hope you enjoy this song. It's definitely powerful.

Adele ~ Someone Like You
I heard that you're settled down,
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,

You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,    

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nothing compares,

No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,

I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,

I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Music is the key to the soul....

Music I am obsessed with right now. Happy Wednesday!!!  XOXO

Hope you have a great day!!!


                    “Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul.” ~Unknown

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Not all those who wander are lost.

What I want to do this summer....

Hawaii; relaxing, surfing, white beaches, sunshine....Namaste

    Hiking, Rock climbing; adventure, beautiful landscape, risk taking, getting in touch with nature....

                                    More of this is definitely in need. Mmmmm......

                                                                    New Orleans, LA

Manhattan, New York

“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” ~ Mark Jenkins

La La Land, Part One

One of the most exciting adventures I have been on was my road trip to LA. Jesse was going to be out of town for a week and a half and trusted me enough to lend his car while he was gone in Atlanta. I already had a crazy summer but didn't know what to do with myself next. A couple months earlier, I went to a music festival in southern Cali called Coachella, that left me pining for more. My original plan was to go to Burning man, which was in the Nevada Black Hill Desert. But with little time to prepare and no money to accommodate me on my escapade, it slowly got booted from my "list of things to do this summer". So as I sat there twiddling my thumbs, I had to think of some master plan to keep me occupied. Hmmm... No money, a car for a ten days and nothing to do. This was dangerous and could potentially get me in trouble. So I did the only thing a freshly 24 year old would do. I took my rent money and some cash stashed away, packed a few things, put my puppy in the car and headed south. Ring, Ring....  I quickly dialed a friends, but first were my alley cats in San Francisco. "Umm... Hey!! What are you doing this weekend?'' I asked in confidence to my friend "Just working. I might hangout with my friends. Why?'' Robert replied nonchalant. "Well, I have my friends car for a little over a week and I was driving down that way anyways....so I wanted to see what you were doing." Surprise! There was a pause for a few seconds before he started laughing and proclaimed I was out of my mind but that if I wanted to come over, I could. So there I was, driving from Seattle southbound on I-5. I was out of my mind. I took my rent money for hostage, made my dog my side kick/ partner in crime and commandeered my friends vehicle while he was gone. Who does that?!

 When I got to Portland, OR, I felt a little anxious. Thoughts started to race through my head. Should I turn back. I really shouldn't be doing this. He's going to kill me. What if I don't have enough money or I run out of gas? Or I break down somewhere and a serial killer kidnaps me and then I have to be forces to live in a basement until he decides how he wants to kill me?!  I was literally having a mental breakdown on the freeway.  Calm down now... You're fine. Just take a deep breaths.  I immediately flicked the little angel off my shoulder and continued on my journey. The time started to fly. 6 p.m...... 7 p.m....9 p.m....11p.m... Suddenly it was midnight and I was starting to get tired. My eyes were glued to the charcoal pavement I drove on. At this point, I was more in fear of hitting a deer or elk then I was of flying off the freeway, being killed at a rest stop or crashing cause I fell asleep. I was going pretty damn fast down the winding valley. Finally, I came across a sign that convincingly said there were motels up ahead. I was in the middle of nowhere. What could I possibly get at this hour? I slowly pulled into this little carnival of a town and really slowed down when I saw the lit up welcome sign. YREKA! It loomed at me in a Come in...we wont hurt you... way that made me almost turn around. One of three things were bound to happen. 1. It would be like Hansel and Gretel. The little old lady would lure me in with her gingerbread house made of yummy candy then end up being a witch and EAT ME!! 2. I would pull in, not thinking much of it because I was tired, get a room and in the middle of the night, my life would turn into the movie The Vacancy. or 3. I would get a room, most likely a seedy one judging by the little town, and just go to sleep scared shitless with my dog to protect me. Yup, it was number 2. Just Kidding!! ha ha. I pulled up to this hotel called Budget Inn and almost slept in the car.

But I mustered up the courage to go ring the door bell for the manager, pepper spray in hand just in case.  *wink wink* A little dark man, smelling of curry came to the window. "Hello..what can I do for you?" He asked with his thick accent half asleep. "Ummm.. hi... I'd like one room for tonight please." I said nervously and glanced behind me to make sure no one was running up to stab me with a huge kitchen knife. He took my credit card, processed the info and handed me the room keys. "Room 204 to the left. Check out is at 10:00 a.m.. Thank you." He closed his window then disappeared through a dark brown door into a room with just a T.V. on. I walked very fast back to the car, jumped in, and locked the doors. Finally safe. Francois looked at me with his puppy dog eyes like I was crazy. I stared back, then looked around paranoid, afraid I'd be killed at any moment. They always kill the guy who is in the car. They always do! Or they wait until the innocent person parks and when they get out... Bam!! Their dead, I thought, panicking a little. I fumbled for the car keys in my purse, put them in the ignition and managed to turn the car on. Pulling into my assigned space and parking, I hurriedly grabbed a few things. Purse... check. Keys...check. Dog...check. Oh shit... what am I forgetting?! EEEeEEEEKS! Oh that's right! Pepper spray. Phew!  I ran to my room, got in and locked every lock I could find on the door. There was one. But I placed a chair in front of the door, just in case someone tried to get in. Francois trotted up and licked my hand as if he was letting me know he was going to protect me. I think he knew I was scared. I was a little intimidated to take a shower, thinking it might turn into a Albert Hitchcock movie and mommy dearest would appear on the other side of the shower curtain. So I made Francois take one with me; periodically looking out into the bathroom. After drying off, I put on my PJ's and climbed into bed. I feel asleep with Francois at the end of the bed, pepper spray in one hand and a high heel in the other. Just in case.

 The next morning, bright and early, we walked to the car once again to venture on towards Los Angeles. "You have dog in the room?! I charge you extra." Another man with a thick accent yelled from behind me. Startled, I flung around and lied "Oh no.. this guy... I was just...ummmm... I took him to the bathroom. Then forgot I left something in the room so i went back in to get it........he just followed me in." I looked at Francois like how could you follow me in there! The man knew I was lying, considering I was pulling him around by his leash. Dogs are always a good resource to use when trying to get yourself out of sticky situation. For instance, when you are on a bad date. Or when you don't want to hangout with someone. Or your roommates shirt comes up missing, you would say something along the lines of... "Oh.... he accidentally peed on it and I had to take it to the dry cleaners. So Sorry." Knowing, that you had worn it the night before for a really hot date and it was actually in your dirty laundry basket. So the man stared at me. It was almost like a I was about to have a showdown; first man who draws first wins. Instead, I jumped in the car and took off. Waving as I drove out of the small parking lot. Goodbye Yreka, Hello LA.    

**By the way... Yes, this is based of true events and experiences from my own life.**

Monday, June 6, 2011

A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.

Last Night, when I was on the plane southbound to San Diego, I felt like the adventure in my life had just began. I met a guy who sat next to me in 8A; great conversation and a peace of mind. Explaining to him my plans for the summer, I felt a little blessed that I was able to accommodate myself with such an experience as I was about to put forth. Then waking up this morning, not only in a different state but a whole different world than mine; I knew this trip was just the beginning. So here I am in my hotel room planning my day. So many options. First, I will venture out to the beach, for when I feel the sand between my toes I know I am somewhere I belong. Then who knows where my day will take me. Just hearing the ocean beckon to me from the shores is enough to make my whole trip worth it.  But then again, I can hear the islands of Hawai'i calling for me to come back.

All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.” – Paul Fussell

Sunday, June 5, 2011

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

Don't you hate it when you are in the airport and you catch the eye of a stranger. It seems as if you were looking into their eyes forever. They intensity of the stare ignites and it's almost as if you can hear angles singing all around the terminal. Turning away in shyness, you suddenly blush. Cupid has narrowed in, marking his target and hit. Bullseye! It's done. There is no coming back from this spell. Or is there... Because once you realize that this person suddenly need to board their plane to who-knows-where, you feel the urge to run after them and confess your love? No. Instead you sit there, wondering why you caught a glimpse of heaven for a brief moment with someone you will never see again. I always wonder if I have by chance met my soul mate and never ever knew it was him. Or if we had been in the same place, at the same time many times and fate pulled us away from each for some reason. Why must we be in search of our soul mate? If they were our soul mate, then shouldn't they have been sent to us. The Universe's gift as we enter the world.

Here are some of what others have to say about soul mates:

"A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet -- a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soul mate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when you are around them. And when you are not around them, you are all that much more aware of the harshness of life, and how bonding with another person in this way is the most significant and satisfying thing you will experience in your lifetime. You are also all that much aware of the beauty in life, because you have been given a great gift and will always be thankful."   ~Urban Dictionary

"Aristophanes presented a story about soulmates in The Symposium by Plato. It states that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them."  ~ Wiki-pedia on Ancient Greece belief

"Soul mates tend to find each other during their respective pursuits of their soul missions. Creating a soul mate could be seen as a spiritual reward that we give ourselves, after pursuing many soul contracts rife with discord.
~Linda Brady 

 I thought I met my soul mate once. The night I met him, I was invited out by his cousin. Unsure that it was a date, I took a liking to him instantly. I soon forgot about his cousin or that he was even with us. It was if there was magic all around us that night, protecting us. Like we were in our own world. It felt like that every time we hung out, but then I moved away and the feelings we have had for each other still remain a mystery. Although, we are still really good friends. But as far as I'm concern from what I have read on how others define it, that's how I felt. And still do, but maybe we are not. Maybe my soul mate is still out there.... Searching for me as I am searching for him. 

"When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it's bottomless. "
Pema Chodron

Monday, May 23, 2011

Him, her and who's that bitch?!

They say the nice guy always finishes last. And that the girl always goes for the asshole. My theory... The nice guy was way too submissive and insecure to notice that his "roll over and lay like a puppy" routine wasn't working for the pretty lady he was pursuing. And the girl who went for the asshole, well... she was probably insecure too and didn't feel like she deserved anything better. My friends who often break up with their boyfriends ALWAYS want to go out to "man hunt". They believe they will find a decent guy while they are piss drunk, hair messed up, make up smeared and shoes falling off. "Fuck relationships!",  slurring a little, "I'm going to find me a handsome stranger to make me forget all about so and so" she would say determinably. And I would nod, encouraging her that she is so in the right. "Good idea. Here.... take another shot. You'll feel better in 10 minutes and will forget all about...what's his name again? Oh that's right... Fuckface."  Knowing deep down this was the complete wrong way to handle a breakup. An hour and a few drinks later, she would be crying to me about how much she missed him and "he use to call me his little sugar plum... *sniffle sniffle* and tell me I was his everything!" 15 minutes later she would be in raged, telling me how much of an asshole he was for cheating on her. Followed by a couple more shots and her ending up hitting on the ugliest guy in the bar. Good thing she has her trusty friend to get her home safe and sound! At least she would be in her bed with her cat and not some creepy guy named John Paul. As we would stumble to get a cab, they always proclaim "fuck him..." slurring even more than before,  "I'm over him. I'm never going to talk to him anymore! Nope." As I glance at my watch and nod in agreement, "Good idea love. He is so not right for you. You will find a better guy."...knowing this wouldn't last long. It would either be 5 minutes, an hour, the next day or a week later, that she would go crawling back to him like someone lost in the desert desperate for water. After he would "forgive'' her for something he did, he would say, "It's okay babycakes, you just need to chill out sometimes." turning it around like she was being dramatic and acting like a psycho for getting mad at him that he flirted, kissed or fucked some other girl. Now don't get me wrong. This happens to men too. I have many guy friend act like this when a girl they liked deceived them. So it is a two sided story. Women are just as much to blame, as are men. Women are just smarter about not getting caught. *wink* Sometimes it best to just not be with anyone. Center yourself and learn how to get a better judgment of character so this doesn't happen again. People do stupid shit when they are in love. Or even in lust. They fall into destructive patterns, thinking they are the perfect couple and everyone else is the one with the problem. This is what I say, "If you're not happy, then why are you wasting your time when there are so many other fish in the sea? You are fishing in the wrong pond my friend." So moral of this story... looking for men in bars is not a good idea.. and if you are having troubles in your relationship..alcohol will not cure it. Ask yourself, "am I happy?" then base your decision off your answer. Don't settle for less.

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
Marilyn Monroe

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Jesus, Mary and Joesph... OH MY!!!

I guess the world was suppose to end yesterday. They great lord almighty himself was to come back and make himself know. Then while people were lining up like they were about to meet Obama, the rapture would start and all the good people of the land would be saved. Meanwhile, the people who were naughty little boys and girls and marked the "sign of the beast", would be tortured for 5 months then go to hell. AFTER,  he would become an arsonist and set the world on fire, forever destroying it. The End.  Hmmm.... Well, I'm still here... and your still here. Either, it never happened. Or it did and this is our personal hell we still live in. Unsure of how to approach religion, I don't want to sit here typing this and sounding completely ignorant. BUT this is what one Harold Camping said was to happen. An 89 year old, preacher, who is obviously senile. Not only did he predict this twice before but he was wrong once again. Hello people!!! WAKE UP!!! It's like the story of Chicken Little. The fox comes along to eat the chickens in the pin. But in order for him to get his hands on all the tasty chickens and avoid the farmers shot gun, he must come up with a plan to get them. He decides he will prey on someone who is innocent and doesn't know any better. Here is where Chicken Little comes in. The fox convinces him that the sky is falling. After clucking around in panic and riling everyone up, the Cocky Mayor calms everyone down and reassures them that "it was just a piece of wood, Chicken Little was just overreacting." The fox then comes up with another plan. "Plant seeds of doubt in the community of chickens about their Leader and then he will doubt himself." SO this happens and they all decide to listen to Chicken Little which leads them to being eaten by the big bad fox.

All of this nonsense about the world ending could have caused so much chaos and destruction over one mans theory. I am respectful of most religions. And although I might not understand it all that clear I try not to be to judgmental. But the origin of the bible isn't precise. Where did it come from really???? And who actually wrote it?? Over YEARS and YEARS this book must have been rewritten and edited just a smudge... if not the whole thing. I do believe in a higher power... trust me, there is something out there. But believing in a man I have never met and believing that the bible is a magical book and if I whisper magical words called "prayers".. Everything will just magically get better. No. That is not how it works. I am a very optimistic person. But that is just silly to me. I am sure there once was a man named Jesus (which I like to refer to as Jesus, with a silent J), and he did many miraculous things. But with over 20 religions to choose from, which one do I choose?!!!  I think we should believe in ourselves and once we can learn to loves ourself and be more conscious of what is going on around us... then will we all be in our own personal heaven here on Earth. Well, there you have it. My opinion on that subject. This is not to discourage you in anyway or tell you that you are a completely idiot for believing that the Bible is a magical book who tells a story of a magical man with magic powers.... *cough* It's my way of getting out what I feel inside. So continue with your faith. Don't stop believing. Cause maybe one day unicorns will come back into existence. Who knows...

“Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.” Oscar Wilde

Monday, May 16, 2011

Down the Rabbit hole and into a land of Wonder....

Remember when you were a kid? Everything seemed so magical and far away. You were careless and believed that one day you would grow up to be a princess in a fairytale of excitement. Living in a castle and happily ever after with the Prince you waited for your whole life. But instead your parents would tell you what to do and what not to do. Sneering at them, you would say, "Once I am a grown-up, everything will go my way. I won't have to worry about others telling me what to do anymore." This was also what Alice, from the book Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, thought. But as she fell deep down into that rabbit hole, she found as she went farther into this new and foreign place, people kept telling her who she was, what to do and where to go. She thought that running away from home and all her problems, would solve them and in the end she so desperately just wanted to get back. As we get older, things do not turn out the way we thought they would be. We do not have others (our parents), waiting on us, hand and foot. We have to work hard for what we have and earn the things we want. Sometimes, with no one to guide us through what seems to be a very strange wonderland.

Today, I would like my readers to take 10 minutes out of their very busy lives. Grab a notebook, or anything you can write on (I like receipts or napkins), something to write with and answer these three questions:

  1. What is your dream?
  2. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 10 years? (yes, answer both)
  3. When you were little, what did you want to be? What do you do now? And would you change anything from your dream as a kid to what you do now?
There is no right or wrong answer to this. It's just simply an exercise you can use just because. But sometimes we stray so far from our dreams, our wants and desires that it's good to have a reminder. Hope everyone enjoys their Monday!!!! XO

"We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing."
- Louisa May Alcott

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Dont force it.. Just let it come naturally.

I know it has been a very long time since I have posted anything. I hope that you didn't think I gave up. I spend more of my time writing my ideas down on paper, napkins and receipts then I do on my laptop. So please don't take it personal. Again, I have began taking yet another Creative Writing class. What I had thought was a more in depth look at 'words' themselves, ended up being another writers opinion of how I should release my inner diary. My instructor is a woman from Cape Town, South Africa, named Shani Raviv. She recently publish a book called, Being Ana: A memoir on Anorexia Nervosa.  Before I can be a critic, I need to read it first. I plan on doing that tonight so I may get a better impression of who is teaching me. But also, to see how her style of writing is. I am always very enthralled when I read a book by someone I actually met. It's almost as if I can hear them speaking the words as I read them. Shani recommended us to write enthusiastically this week. She explained about Stream of Consciousness. That everyday we woke up, "before you do anything, spend about 15-30 minutes to take a mental shit onto the paper." Take a mental shit?, I thought. "What I mean by that, is you are writing down everything you are thinking. And by doing this, you are getting rid of the critic in your head.'' Hmm... I can dig it. I do this quite often. I wish I would carry around a recorder with me. Or some duck tape, for sometimes I tend to think before I speak. My thoughts always get me in trouble.

Anyways, today I went to the post office and received a book called Do These Gloves Make My Ass Look Fat? from a very lovely lady I met in Key West a few weeks ago. Oh yes.. I have gone so long without posting anything and a lot has happened. Well, I was in Key West, FL on a ghost tour. I think it was my second day there and I was hammered. I kept wondering off from the tour but somewhere along the way, I met Christina who was also on the tour. English accent, a little taller than me, burnett, very beautiful and an enticing charming soul. I was very intoxicated and didn't get to know her all that well, but before i left The Keys, she asked me for my address. And there I was at the post office earlier, with her book in my hand. I read the first chapter as I was walking to catch the bus and I must say I would recommend it to many friends. It's as charming, witty and humorous as her personality. And like I had said before, as I was reading it, it was as if I could hear her speaking the words.

Well, with that said, I am incredibly inspired to write. I will share more of my thoughts in the next couple of days. I promise.   ;)

Oh.. and let me add, a book that was recommend by instructor I feel is good for those who are stuck and need to break free of writers block or that "critic in your head". Julia Cameron's A Writer's Life. Enjoy!!!

"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia."  ~E.L. Doctorow  

Friday, April 1, 2011

Birds flying high, you know how I feel....

Today I deactivated my Facebook for a couple weeks to focus on what really matters to me: My Life. I spend way too much time on there, and find it utterly useless. SO today I give a little stretch and look forward to the what the future has to offer.  Last night I had an interesting encounter with two gentleman, both with the name, Zache. Very charming men I might add, who had a lot to say about life. We talking about Law of Attraction, developing a higher sense of consciousness, Chakra, the Universe, other beings, the different world events that have been unfolding before our eyes the last couple years and what will come of us all. A bit heavy but very stimulating to speak to individuals on such an intellectual level. I enjoy talking about these type of topics. It's suspenseful, different, exciting and unknown territory. Who knows what's out there. Or why these catastrophic events have happened.  All I know is that every day I wake up, I educate myself to strengthening my knowledge just in case something happens. You never know what little things you picked up along the way might come i handy. On that note, I am going to leave you with a little video... Think about it. 
 What is your true purpose in life?
“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.” Charles R. Swindoll

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Hello there!!! Yes, I've been gone for awhile but I am back. A lot has been going on in my life. My grandmother was in the hospital due to respiratory problems. I was finishing school. And added new improvements to my home. Now that I am a little grounded I am able to at least leave a little something on my blog for you to enjoy. But I do have a lot going on this next week. I am meeting with a new tutor for Spanish and starting new sessions with my personal trainer on Tuesday. Lunch with my friend JB at the Four Seasons restaurant, Art; an author reading called The Off Hour on Wednesday. And a lot of reading. 
I am currently reading:
The Female Brain by Louann Brizendine, M. D.
The Memory Bible: An innovative strategy for keeping your brain young  by Gary Small, M. D.

Two amazing books to enhance my way of thinking or approaching things. So hopefully, I will have many interesting things to share with you.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Luvs, Hugs & Kisses!

Brei  <3

Thursday, March 3, 2011

She put what in her mouth?!

Yes, it's true. We all put things in our mouth that we shouldn't. The wrong foods, the wrong diets, the wrong vitamins and sometimes the wrong sweets.  I love keeping my body healthy. What you put in, will eventually show on the outside. Here are a few suggestions to add to your daily routine.

H2o!!!!! Not only does it keep you hydrated but it keeps your body feeling nourished and your skin refreshed. 8 glasses of water a day is the recommended amount to keep you healthy and replenished. 

Work out each day. Weather it's taking a brisk walk to class or nearest park, taking your dog out, yoga or even doing what everyone else does and going to the gym. Gyms can be a bit... dirty. So if you don't have a membership or are just not into it, try these: 
  • Working out at home
  • Yoga or Pilates
  • Taking the stairs instead of the elevator
  • Hiking
  • Bicycling
  • A dance class or going out with friends to dance

These workouts at home are great too: Tips for a flat stomach and Get into the Groove.
For great DVDs, try these: Rockin Models, Pussycat Dolls Workout, & Carmen Electra Striptease
For books I would recommend: The Water Secret, Modern Girls Guide, & Skinny Bitch (yes, this book is good.)
There are plenty of things you can do throughout your day to give your body the extra jolt.

Maintaining a healthy diet is very important when trying to stay fit. Sure, you can workout every single day and eat crap, still thinking that because you are working out that it has more pull over your eating habits. YOUR WRONG. Eventually, that will catch up with you. Your body needs the right nutrients. I eat about 5-6 small meals a day. Snacks included. This not only is healthier but I am able to eat the things I love in increments and not feel bloated.
Snacks I love to eat:
  • Raw fruits (banana, apples, grapes, pineapple, blueberries)and veggies (carrots, cucumbers, celery, avocado, tomatoe, radish, brocolli)
  • Nuts (almonds, cashews, walnuts)
  • Dried fruit
  • Yogurt
  • Granola
 Here are some websites I love to get healthy recipes from:   

 Well, That is all that I have for now. I will be posting more on specific areas or the body, recipes and exercises. Hope this helps a little. XOXOOXOOOXO

 “The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.”
~ Marilyn Monroe

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Days of Wine and Roses

      What is it? Where is it?
          Love. An intense feeling of deep affection.
                 Love. Love me, love my dog: If you love someone, you must accept everything about them, even their faults or weaknesses. Love is unconditional. Love is wonderful. Full of light. Feelings of butterflies tickling you all over. That warm fuzzy feeling when he brushes the hair from your face. Ahhh that intense electricity pulsing through your every pore. Rose petals and candle lit dinners. Personally, I don't care for roses. I prefer Lilies. But this is not about me. This is about LOVE! Okay, maybe it is a little about me. To be honest, when I was younger, I thought about meeting the one. It would be one of those days where we "accidentally" met. You know the story, I'm sure you've seen movies just like this scenario; My cat gets out somehow and climbs a tree. We will name this cat... Mr. Squiggles, just because he is so squiggly and cute. SO I am outside, looking for my cat, apparently not paying attention to where I am walking and in the processes I bump into this handsome stranger. Then I go about explaining how I'm sorry and was just looking for my cat..... And then it happens, our eyes meet......  BOOM!!!!! Lightening has stuck and cupids little arrow shoots me right in the buttocks. Love at first sight. Mmmm.. How joyful and serene. Then of course a "Meeeeooooow" comes out of no where. Oh no!!! And my poor kitty kat is stuck up in the tree, what shall I do?? Of course this handsome stranger, taking off his shirt so he doesn't dirty it and giving me some eye candy to enjoy while saving my cat comes to the rescue and we live happily ever after. The end.

         Ummm... *cough* Excuse me...But I don't think that's quite feasible. No. That would never happen. But I thought when I was younger, that one freaking day, my life would open up to become a fairy tale. It's not all wine and roses. Today, people are self absorbed, pretentious, and lacking in communication skills. BUT... there are some great people out there. If you love yourself then chances are you will find (or they will find you and save your cat), that amazing love that lingers in the air.

But back to the topic of love. What is love to you?

I have gone around asking this question to random people that I know to see what their thoughts of the matter were. They probably thought I was crazy. But whatever. Here are some of their replies:

"It always hurts, because love is an emotional thing. You can't rationalize it." ~Dina, 24.    
"Love is when you feel good about yourself when you are with that person." ~Jesse, 55.
"One of the reasons for living." ~ Krista, 28.
"Love is the compass necklace my boyfriend got me for Valentine's Day." ~Kaitlin, my sister, 21.
"Simple answer, Selflessness." ~Ray, 30.
"A strong positive emotion of regards and affection." ~Kudus, 23.
"You." ~ Garth, my best friend, 36.

Hmmmm... Sounds like a lot of people have some interesting ideas of what love is. Or isn't. Maybe it's like Mazzy Stars Fade Into You ? There is no wrong answer. There are so many different types of love. Love you have for your friends, family, partner, co workers, pets, and the love you have for yourself.

Someone ask me, if two people fell out of love, did I believe they could regain it again? My answer: I think that people may be able to light that fire again. Depending on the severity of the fall out. So in all honesty, I would have to hear both sides of the story before giving my advice and opinions.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. - 1 Corinthians 13:5-7 

Paramahansa Yogananda: "To describe love is very difficult, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. You have to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love."  ♥

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Social Butterfly, Indeed.

Tighten Up_ The Black Keys is the song for this post. Why, you ask? Maybe if you listen to the lyrics after you read this you will understand. Enjoy.

These last couple days have been pretty amazing. I was able to hang out with people I hadn't seen in a long time and rekindle a friendship that was lost long ago. I wouldn't consider myself a flirt. More like someone who is just very charming by nature. And someone who has many friends with a majority that happen to be men. I feel that in life I must live it to the fullest, not take anything personal and never regret my actions. I always think things through. And although, some of the things I do may be frowned upon in society, at least I can say I didn't live a boring life where I looked back and wondered "what if". Or thought, "Would my life be different if I had just said yes and been more optimistic?" No, I will never look back and say that. At 25, (almost), I feel I have lived quite a life that I could eventually write a book about. Needless to say, you may not be in agreement with some of MY decisions, but at least you have something entertaining to read. Where do I start? Hmmm...Well, it all started when my mother and father got divorced. I was 3 months old and do not recall this event. But I am pretty sure after my father left and my mother started dating other men (many men), was when I started to become a "flirt". My mother has always had this certain charm about her that can be irresistible.  Beautiful, young and raising two little girls by herself (who happen to be 11 months apart) is definitely not easy. When it comes to men in there 20's and 30's, they don't want a 20 something year old woman who has two kids. Especially, two little girls who just want their parents to be together. Now you can kind of get why she jumped from man to man. Being a single parent can be complicated.  Many years later, the two little girls grew up and as adults became very different. One who was very busy with her life and not wanting much to do with men. And the other (me), has many friends and loves to be social. I consider myself to be a free spirit. Now can you see where this "flirtiness"  gets misunderstood. As I get older I feel as if I can be as blunt as I want and not give a shit what others think of me. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and I respect that. I do not have control over any ones life or what they do, so I can not judge. I hope that you can keep that in mind while you read this. Being judgmental is not attractive. Nor is it healthy. Let me live my life, it is mine. Remember? So the point of this is that regardless of what you do in life, or where you came from.... as long as you are not hurting anyone or yourself, live your life the way you want. You are the author of your book. Ask yourself "What is the next chapter in my life? What do I want to do next?" The possibilities are endless. It's a big world out there, with many things to do. Go explore a little. And be yourself.

"Smile... it's the second best thing to do with your lips." - Anonymous

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page....

GOOD MORNING TRAVELERS YOUNG AND OLD!!!!! Today, I am going to let you in on a couple tips on how to be a great travel companion. We can all admit that at times, it can be hectic and overbearing. Or if you are optimistic, it becomes an adventure. To start with, you need to know a few things that are very important.

  1. Where are you going?
  2. When are you going, for how long and from what times?
  3. Where are you staying, hence, where is your adventure taking you on your trip?
Once you figure out these key questions you need to book your ticket and print it out. If you don't have a printer handy you can always get your ticket from where ever you are traveling out of.

Now comes the packing. Once you figure out where it is you are going and for how long, you need to pack the right stuff. Think about the weather. What activities you are going to be participating in and places you'll be dining out at. It's not brain science to figure these things out. If you are a fashionable or even a simple person, you can figure out what you want to bring. You will need a few items that I believe are IMPORTANT

  1. Brush brush brush. Need to keep your pearly whites clean. Do not forget your toothbrush, toothpaste, and whitening strips.
  2. Keeping your skin freshly renewed and clear is a must. Facial Cleanser, Toner and Moisturizer. I use anything by Neutrogena. 
  3. Traveling can dry out your skin, try Murad Pomegranate Exfoliating  Mask. They are amazing and constantly keep me looking beautiful.
  4. *sniffle sniffle* Always bring Kleenex and Claritin just in case those allergies start acting up.
  5. Mace. I am a single women and sometimes my ninja moves can't save me if I get myself in a scuffle. Pass the pepper, please!
  6. TEA TIME. Yes, bring herbal tea with you for any occasion. I like Yogi and have been told that Yorkshire is quite pleasant.
  7. Evian Facial Spray. It moisturizes, refreshes and tones. Amaaaaazing!! Comes in travel sizes so you can throw it in your purse. 
Pack light, but don't forget the essentials.
Getting to where you are going is important. I recommend being there around these times for successful departure:

  • Going to the airport: 1-2 hours early
  • Catching a train: 20-45 minutes early
  • Catching a bus: 30 minutes early.

Last but not least, always make sure you have a smile on your face. YOU ARE GOING SOMEWHERE!!! How exciting! Well, that is pretty much it. I will writing more post about certain trips I take this year. Things to look forward to:

  • Valentine's Day
  • My 25th Birthday
  • Hawaii
  • Snowboarding
  • Cooking
  • What I am learning in my Spanish classes
  • Finding an Inner Balance
  • Beauty 101 and how to stay in shape at 25
  • Finding the Perfect Guy
  • Letting go of bad habits and how to turn them into positive habits
 “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain