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 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, )

“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 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