viernes, 18 de noviembre de 2011

what happened?!

Seriously, tonight was fucked up. I had a stew of guys and flashbacks coming to me in a hour. I found the unexpected. This time, life surprised me. I saw Brian at the club. The club I go often. The one where my neighborhood is. What the fuck is he doing here?
I saw his hair and I recognized him, though it was impossible for me to believe. What is he doing there? I panicked. I stand there and suddenly I had to wake up. But it wasn't a dream. It was happening. He was there. I saw his friends. He looked so lively this time. Like he was having a good time. I thought about saying Hi, but we avoided each other. Such a bad sign. When you ignore someone it's because you don't even want that person to be there. You don't wanna even bother to say hi. It's a banned person in your mind.

I stood with my friend M. and we got inside. The music was loud. The place was crowded, but I was just thinking about him. It was the worst feeling, when you think you're over someone cause he's out of sight, but at the moment you see him, your chest just get full of pain, heart explodes and beats faster. The adrenaline is running through your veins. After my friend left and didn't come back, I decided to leave as well, but not without a cigarrette first. I needed to drain my emotions for a bit. When I thought the night couldn't get weirder, I bumped into E. mourning in a club. Fair much? No. Hypocrite much? Yes. "I'm with a friend" he said, "I'm holding his jacket". Great to see you, E.

I opened that exit door and just when I'm about to look for someone for a cigarrette, B. is standing right there in front of me, against the wall. I ignored him again. I know he saw me, and if he wanted to say hi, he just would've had approached. I was dying to, but I wasn't going to take the first step. After stealing a cigarrette to some creeper, I started smoking my dignity and what was left of my self esteem. After a few drags I saw E. again on the middle of the intersection, I assumed he was looking for a cab. After asking him if he needed any help, we just stayed there for a long minute, taking about nothing and I left. We didn't say goodbye. I thought my silence to his text messages last weekend was obvious. B. wasn't there anymore.

Let's see...

No B., no D., no E. No nothing.

Their presence represented a brief summary of my life in Boston, THANK YOU C.C. I didn't know I could be able to revisit so many emotions in such a short period of time.

Mood Style: WTF
Sweater: Diesel
Boots: Dr. Martens
Jeans: H&M
Tee. Abercrombie and Fitch
Jacket: Zolo Jeans


lunes, 14 de noviembre de 2011

I keep on Fall-in

Mood. Fall
Sunglases: Aldo
Knitwear: Allsaints
Jeans: H&M
Shoes: Vans
Tee: Allsaints


jueves, 10 de noviembre de 2011

ignorance is bliss

Everyone is prejudice. That is a fact that has probably existed from the moment we started to "have" and "be" something, either for your appareance,, your car (or lack of), your social status, or whatever is obvious to any of your senses at the very first meeting. Our educated instinct always tell us what is good and what is bad because our concerned parents always took care of us in a way that nothing or anyone would harm us, or worse, our reputation. So through the years, we learned different things about life and while growing up, we always saw glimpses of the real world, which means, they pretty much hid the majority of it. I get it, we, as kids, need to be protected from the cruel world that is outside and make sure we would be able to follow the path they want us to follow so they could be proud when we become sucessful adults. In short words, they want us to be perfect.

But as a result, most kids become ignorants. While pursuing their parent's dreams, they become unaware of how many different people exist not only in the world, but even in their own city. For me it's unbearable that with all the technology, information and social changes happening in the world, they still stick to their narrow-minded one. I cannot believe that for them anyone who doesn't appear normal o perfect (whether it's race, sexual orientation, religion, disability, etcetera), is reason enough to discard her/him. Everyone has not one, not two, not three but several flaws. Some of the imperfections people might have, it's not because it was their fault. As cliché as it might sounds, those "flaws" are what make someone different from the rest. And different IS good. However, they cannot be called "flaws" because the real ones for me comes from within, those behavior patterns adquired from parents or even stupider people they hang out with that only get the worse of them. You should seriously look yourserlf in the mirror. You might see things, flaws, that I'm sure you would want to change.

martes, 8 de noviembre de 2011

strange encounters with the not so strange, part II

What was supposed to be a weird dinner with L. and A., ended up being weirder than I expected.

As soon as A. and L. got to my place, I had to announce them we had a new guest for dinner. It was J., my neighbor. He's got a huge crush on my friend A., and as soon I nervously said that she was coming with me and L. he didn't think twice and he self invited to go out with us. I couldn't say no. He's such a nice guy and so friendly. And actually I didn't think it was going to be a problem. We were all friends...right? If this was a Tv show, I'm sure each of us would have a voiceover all night long, trying to figure out what to do with our thoughts while talking and acting. I'm sure it would be quite the sitcom; J. trying to approach A. romantically and hitting on her while A. try to avoid the signs and act like nothing was happening; L. was trying to flirt with me while I was trying to figure out what to do with everybody. I'm one of those who want friends to have fun, but tonight I just wanted to go through with it. We were all on different pages.

We went to Orinoco, a lovely little venezuelan restaurant near my place and I definitely felt like home: good food, bad service and lots of venezuelan slangs. J. was a little confused, and although his spanish is perfect, it's Spain's spanish, which is different. L. was meeting the three of us for the first time, so I'm sure he was kind of confused as well. A. and I were sitting in front of each other talking and sharing our delicious dish. Her sharped tongue was necessary tonight. Thank God for her.

After paying, we left the place and walked back to my place. A. smartly left first and said goodbye, kind of leaving J. hanging on. I feel so bad for him. He's my friend and he likes her a lot. Still can't find a way to let him know she's not interested and that she's seeing someone else.

The rest of us sat on the steps outside, enjoying the nice weather and talked for a while. I know L. wanted him to leave. I could feel it in my bones. I don't smoke cigarrettes, but I asked L. for one. I felt a little better. J. finally left (he didn't seem to understand at all that we wanted to talk alone for a while) and I swear I could see a breath of relief coming from L.'s mouth. We talked a little bit about our personal lives..what was obvious and was know, trivial not-so-trival things and we started to get cold, so we went upstairs to my room. He's a wealthy momma's boy, so he didn't seem impressed with my room, though he said he liked it. I didn't care if he liked it or not.

He sat on the bed and we kept having a getting-to-know-each-other kind of conversation. I felt tempted to bring a subject that had been running through my mind all night. His dead girlfriend and my childhood friend. But I couldn't. I didn't want to make my night weirder. But I failed. After hitting on me, I told him it was time to leave, and that he was going to lose the Train if he didn't hurry up. He didn't seem to care because he grabbed me and kissed me.

I think there's something off about him, though he was sweet, he said the most random things like: "I like you" and "I haven't gotten some in 2 months". I know it sounds prejudgmental, but every single detail about him plains bizarre for me. Or maybe it's me? Maybe is his dead girlfiend? Whatever this is, I'm not ready. He left and talked about meeting up again. L. is sweet and mannered, but something's off.

Whatever, this night was strange.


strange encounters with the not so strange

Have you ever feel in the middle of an awkward situation? I don't mean it in a bad way...sometimes they can end up being better than you expected. Not sure if this is the case, though.

My friend AF from Venezuela texted me and said she had someone for me in Boston that wanted to meet me. It surprised me because I'm pretty sure I know almost every venezuelan here. His name was L. She wasted no time in saying what he supposedly think of me, saying he found me very handsome. I don't know why, but it's like a bump to my ego everytime I hear someone saying something like that, especially coming from a guy I don't know; it kind of makes me like him immediatly. Well, that was until she sent me his pictures and, of course I was right. I knew him. I'd seen him in Boston before. But that didn't stop the shock.

L. is a very well known guy among fancy people from my hometown. He comes from a wealthy family and I heard a rumor from a close source to him that he was gay. I remember being shocked with the news because he had a very public relationship with a girl for like, 2 years. But she wasn't any girl. She was my friend from elementary school. But that's not the shocking part. The thing is, she's dead. She, along with 4 friends, died in a terrible car accident I won't even bother to talk about, nor remember. I reckon seeing him crying and mourning over his dead girflriend.

Now, the weird part.

He added me to his BBMSN, and he started asking me these trivial questions about my life in Boston and what I had been up to since I got here. Then, he asked me about my plans for tonight. I already had plans with my friend A to go dinner. So, I came up with this great idea (at least on paper) about getting together the three of us for dinner, so I won't be alone with him, yet remain friendly. What am I gonna talk to him about? I can't get over the fact that he was boyfriend with a girl that was my friend and now is dead. I'm thinking that her death might have made him realize how short life is and decided to come out. I don't think he's come out completely, but oh well. Who am I to judge him over that? Is even fair to not being able to get over that fact?

Anyway, it's 7:14 pm and dinner is at 8:30 pm. I gotta get ready. Not for dress, but for conversation subjects. Thank God for my little crazy friend A, whose tongue is sharper than butcher's knife.


Mood Style: Iffy
Tee: Zara
Jeans: H&M
Shoes: Quicksilver
Jacket: Members Only
Necklace: Aldo

sex and the city

No matter how cliché can be using the TV Show Sex and the City as a reference for sex and relationships, it's always spot on. By watching the first seasons (the good and insightful ones) I've come to realize that I'm not a freak. And by that I mean, it doesn't matter how many boyfriends, girlfriends, hook ups, and one night stands you have, it's all part of life. It comes naturally, just as sex, to have gone through many partners in a short time. That's what being single is all about. We, and with we I mean I, might be to proud to admit I'm single, happy and living it, but deep inside, everytime we go out with someone, it's because most of the time, we see something in that person that makes me wonder (and hope) if it's gonna be the one, at least, for that moment and a few others; because if there's something life has taught me, nothing lasts forever.
I've also learned that it's not all about the physic, the good looks, and the social status. Even though B. is an asshole and never was really interested in me, it helped me to understand myself better in a way no one has done before. I have the tendency to look for some of the B. best qualities in people I'm usually interested in. Not because B's the only one who has them, but now I know for sure they exist in someone else, and better. And how do I know that?

I will introduce you to B.2. I know, I know, but it's not what you're thinking. Well, it is, but there's nothing bad I can say this time. I have admit I didn't meet B.2. casually, as I would have liked to, but nothing in life is the way you want to. Anyway, B.2. was (is) more beautiful than I could've ever picture. Seriously...the style, the look, the smile, the hair, the eyes. Everything was just right. I was in awe. But I didn't want to show that. Not after what happened last time. But at the same time, I thought that it was better to keep true to myself. I've gotten to the point that I'm not gonna change my ways to make someone like me better. I am what I am.

It might've worked. Even though B.2 lives in NYC, it's not a place I'm completely unfamiliar with, since I've been there 7 times this year. B.2. told me to say when I was going to visit, so, who knows. All I know is that, there's always someone better than the last one. Just because you feel it's the only person in the world, it doesn't mean it's true. Seriously, there are more fishes in the sea.

So, Thanks, Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte, for showing me than there's nothing wrong with being a bitch, and by bitch, I don't mean sex. I mean life.

Mood Style: Carrie Bradshaw Style

Glasses: Aldo
Knitwear: Allsaints
Shirt: Zara


martes, 11 de octubre de 2011

420 weekend

Style Mood: Happy Hip

Hat: Ben Sherman
Shirt: Zara


6 months and counting...

Six months in the U.S.A. sure have had caused an impact on me. Ever since I´m in Boston, I'd waited for my life to change in a 360° degrees way. Instead, I still feel the same way. Well, I wouldn't say exactly the same but I realize that I, as venezuelan, am not that different from americans, neither alike.

I really had thought that by now, I would have a partner I'd be deeply, madly, crazy in love with. That the kind of person I'd always seen in movies and tv shows would be fascinated by me. It almost happened, so I believe. But I don't wanna talk about that (B. moved back to Gloucester. Period. End of Story).

In six months I've been able to improve my english, which had led me to meet many different people and, why not, to get into some intimate random hook ups, some more or less memorable than others. At this point, however, I'm still trying to figure out what have really changed in my life. One thing I'm sure it did, my perspective on them. I've practically forced myself to low down my expectations. In fact, I should have zero of it. Some friends tried to warn me. But I guess I had to see it for myself. They indeed are nice people. Highly educated and some of them very inteligent. After the first meeting, though, there's nothing left to say. Literally, I never get to see them again. Why? I don't know.

I wonder, what's the point in being nice, kind, and gentle? Why do they bother in saying tons of compliments when they actually don't care about a next time?. I've been fooled. Hollywood fooled me. Shame on you.

I feel emotionally stucked. People come and go. They do come and go like money flying out of the hands. Such unstabilty has made me wonder what do people see in me, before and after. What changes after the first meeting? I have the feeling that once the fun it's over, I'll have nothing to hang on to. Yes, I have my friends, and I love them, but for my whole life I've had this hole in my heart no one has been able to fulfill.

I'm trying to figure out my mission here. All I can think of is to watch and learn. To be an spectator. To live like I were some kind of omnipresence. Perhaps I'm not ready for what I'm looking for. After years of analyzing, I've come to think that Life wants to me to be surprised and to expect the unexpected. No tricks this time. No guesses.

I can't wait.


viernes, 23 de septiembre de 2011

flying high

Style Mood: Aviator

Jacket: Vintage Members Only
Tee: Urban Outfitters
Pin: Aldo


lunes, 19 de septiembre de 2011

early mourning

A few hours ago I received through Facebook an invitation for an event. When I checked it said: "Lisman Ato Funeral's Service". What? I though I was misreading. I read again. A funeral? I clicked in and I read the whole thing, described as if it were another trvial event. I could only read the words "celebrating his life" and "sudden lost". Was he dead? No. This must be a joke. But it's not April's Fool Day. What is this?

I got into his Facebook profile and there it was. Hundred of wall posts talking about his death, saying goodbye like he could actually read them. I've always wondered, why do people do that? Why'd they leave messages on his profile, knowing he's not gonna check it again? There's something poetic and creepy about it. Some people were asking the same question I had in my mind...What happened? The last time I saw him was during the Hurricaine Irene weekend in New York City. We bumped into each other. Actually, that was kind of unpurposed. I knew he worked there and I was hoping to see him after such a long hiatus. And there he was. Right exactly at the place we met a year ago. I remember that moment vividly. It was so different from everything I'd experienced before. We had a great time. We kept in touch. Even though we weren't really close friends, we had an unique connection. A platonic relationship. We could've bumped into each other from time to time, and still feel the same.

I couldn't help but crying, I cried so hard it gave me a headache. I was in a state of shock. I couldn't fathom, and still can't, why such a bright young life had to be taken away so fast, so soon. He had so many dreams and ambitions, and he was working damn hard for them; he was on his way. Deep inside I hope he's reading what I'm writing and know I'm feeling his loss. New York won't ever be the same for me. The New York I knew for the first time is no longer there. And everytime I walk by the place he used to work, I'll remember him.

This made me think how short life is. How short life can be for someone. Sometimes, it can be a reminder to re evaluate whatever you're doing with your life, with your youth, and to think whether it is the right thing. To think whether you are living to the fullest and to make sure you're not wasting a minute of it. I've lost many people in my life. Friends, relatives. And everytime I make myself the same question: "What am I doing with my life?". It's time to make priorities and appreciate what I have right now, not what I am missing. I have to remember that if someone or something is not present in my life, it's not worth my time missing it, even if it's not the easiest thing to do.

Lisman, I'm sure you touched many lives, and I want you to know you touched mine. Thanks for being part of it, and making my first memory of New York, unforgettable.



If I was anything this weekend, was a badass.

I failed my last session's test, which means I didn't graduate from the English Program. At first I couldn't believe it, I'd never failed anything in my life. I always had this idea that I was able to do anything I want, and get away with mine. As I get older, this seems to be less and less effective. I end up paying the consequences. I failed. So what? I'm not obligated to please anyone. And there's no way I repeat that test. Fuck it.

I met 3 people today. And I liked one of them. We just sat on the steps outside and they invited me a drink that I don't remember what it was, but it tasted good. They asked me a lof of questions. It felt nice. One of them left early, and we remained 3. I only know the name of one of them, M. The others...damn I don't remember! I was left alone with the one I found cute, and I'm sure we exchanged flirtatious looks. I'm sure. I was in a 420 mode, so I'm right.

They felt hungry and we went to Jae's together, just to walk them. "It" played funny, silly and "friendly" games on me, and I went with the flow. It was so funny. I was kinda scared I might have been to obvious in front of M:, but I think I was discreet enough.

Once in the house, they gave me some Thai soup. I loved it. They were so nice to me. I was hungry but I didn't want to show. But "It" knew it and I couldn't say no. Who says no to free food? We got in M's room and to my surprise, there was a very cool balcony outside, surrounded by Christmas lighting, a table, and a couple of chairs. I realized then that the music from the background came from artists like Sade, P!nk, and other contemporary pop artists. M. sang along with many of them. Tiny voice, but judging by the keyboards and guitars hanging in the room, must be a musician. While M. got lost for a while, it gave me the opportunity to talk more in depth with "It". And how I took it. We talked about life and traveling. For instances I thought that M. left us alone unpurposed. We sorta flirted, in a friendly way. Started talking about his lovely dog, Gale (or Gail) and showed me so many cute pics. It would had been a sincere and genuine moment if it weren't because I saw that same dog 3 nights ago. I played with the dog. In fact, I was in the same house 3 nights ago. When "It" told me the dog was also being shared with the ex; I shrugged. I'd hooked up with M.'s roomate, a.k.a. "It"'s former partner.

I played my part well, and I had to tell a few lies. Later, before the ex came with the dog, which "It" said repeatedly they were on the way, I called it a night and left home before something really awkward would happen. I had fun, and they are people I would like to hang out again. But I don't think it's gonna happen. I better save up everyone a bad moment.

But if something I learned this year, I won't get away with mine. I'll pay, and big time. Not that I care. I'm a badass now.


miércoles, 14 de septiembre de 2011

the new next door

I got a new neighboor. I think he's the coolest guy I've met in Boston. He just moved from Florida, but before that he lived 3 years in Spain. As you can tell, his spanish is perfect. And he has the accent. His name is J. Since then, we've spoken a few more times and he's very easy going and we get along great. I'm jealous that his room is bigger than mine, though. Oh well, maybe it's the wooden floor.

Sometimes at night I hear him playing the guitar, or the trompet; he's great at both. He's waiting to get admit into Berklee College, reason why he came here in the first place. I think he's 420, so maybe that's why I like his vibe. I offered him help and it was cool to see he accepted it, unlike other americans who pretend they don't need anyone or anything. Socially suspicious and unfriendly, I would say. As open minded and progressive people are stated here to be, you never know sometimes.

Also, I met his friend, a curly funny shorter guy who helped him to move in. I don't remember his name, but he seemed to be as cool a J. I sometimes now see him playing music or walking down the hall. I doubt will have pictures but I'm try to get ones. My cam's not working, though.

I feel the rest of my staying will be filled with cool people and a lot of good music.


martes, 6 de septiembre de 2011

Why does home feel like winter
where everything is frozen to death,
where the sun fades into nothing
and reality turns cold?

pic of the day

Taken at Newbury Street, Boston, MA.


lunes, 5 de septiembre de 2011

the end of summer

A lot of things happened in 15 days since I posted for the last time.

To make some long stories short:

1. I met up with B. one more time. I know, I should kill myself. But after asking me where I was when I was in NY, I came up with an idea. I bought two pipes, one for me (it was about time) and one for B. It didn't matter to me at all to do so, it was cheap and if you ask me, it was a pretty good idea. A risky one, but there's a saying that know it. B. seemed to dig it, and I thought it made me look pretty cool and mysterious, and it worked...kind of. Tangible results are still to be expected.
Despite that, I felt a sense of calmness and satisfaction that I never felt after everytime I met B. I can't say why, but I just feel like I left my mark. No matter what happens with B. after now, I won't be forgotten. Jot that down.

2. My mom and sister came to visit, and we had a great time. I missed my mom, she is so cool about everything. We look alike so much, inside and outside. Also, they met my best friend A. That was weird, but it came out unforced and even sweet. Irene almost ruined it, but that bitch ain't nothing.

3. My friend A. finally came back from her trip. She moved to Allston and I've gotten acquaintanced with her roomate, also A. I'll call her A2. We get along pretty well. I missed A., she's crazy but I'm crazy too so it's a mix of cool crazyness.
I've started to think I'm a bad influence on her, and even on A2. Well, I wouldn't say a bad influence, but I've definitely felt they've broken ground a bit with me. Maybe because they are still young and I'm...not as young as them. Perhaps I'm understimating them a bit, young kids aren't what they were once, and frankly, I don't give a damn.
So, you're welcome.

I declare this 2011 Summer oficially ended.

Style Mood: Intimate Up Close and Personal
Underwear: Papi


martes, 16 de agosto de 2011

pic of the day

Taken at Columbia St. Cambridge, MA.


a kinda, sort of night

Ok, this story is kind of crazy.

Earlier today I had agreed with my new american friend (?) C. about going to Zuzu tonight. He got off work somewhat late, and I was feeling somewhat tired. But since I decided to move over with B., I thought it was time to have more fun. You know, mindless fun. Not the hook up kind of fun. Plus, I love Zuzu, even if it's sort of ladies' night on Tuesdays. But that's Ok. Ladies can be fun...not. Whatever.

I took care of my wiid situation for the last time, well, you know what I mean. I don't know who's gonna hook me up now, since B.'s gone. But I decided to have fun tonight. And damn, I felt good about it.

I talked to C. and told me it was better to meet at either Park Street or Central Square because it was easier for him. So I went to take the Number 1 Bus, which would get me to Central Square in Cambridge, but damn, that felt like forever. I took some interesting pics in the meantime and I believe they showed some sides of me I never saw before. That's a good thing. I felt different tonight. I felt good.

Even though some crazy old man stared at me at the Bus Stop for the whole time he was there, I waited. He was starting to make me feel nervous ever since he got there. So I felt relieved when the Bus came by. I got in and it started to run when I saw a slim blonde guy trying to catch up the Bus before it was too late. He got lucky. The driver stopped and let him in. Oh wait, it was my friend C. No wonder he looked so familiar. Weird. But it got weirder when before he said "hi", he tried to say something about his mom and his phone. It didn't make any sense, then. He later picked up a phone call and sat on the back seats to speak more peacefully and quietly to the person I guessed it was his mom. I didn't mind at all. In fact, it was so much better that way. We would got in at Zuzu at the same time.

The bus stopped at Hynes Convention Center, as it was supposed to do, and someone got in. We both made eye contact for a few seconds, before I shied my eyes away. Didn't want to look so obvious. But it was impossible to not to stare again. Maybe younger, but so damn fine...and I'm not talking only about the outside...there's was something about the attitude that caught my eye. It was different...the kind I like. We both recognized each other's eyes and I know I let myself show easily. I started laughing for no reason. A good laugh, though. I looked again, and we were staring at each other. Good visual contact for several seconds, and a mutual smile after that. I would call it a "Hi" smile. Words weren't needed.

My friend C. was still talking on the phone, and I was still looking at the Stranger. I knew what was going on now. It was obvious after pulling out the pockets some organic/natural-not-sure-what-they're-made-of handmade cigarrettes. I liked that. It meant: "Already done with the wiid". I was just starting, and it showed.

I felt in a competition of "looking at you, looking at me, but not at the same time" game. We were in a bus, and there are reflections of ourselves on the windows. There was no secret. But at the same time it was. Just between both of us.

I wondered what the stop was gonna be. Very inside of me I prayed for Central. But I knew it wasn't. The black shirt, the jeans, the casual shoes. Home was the final stop, must has been coming from somewhere else. And to think my night had just begun.

Unfortuntaley, a few minutes later we were at Central Square and I'd been talking to C. for a while before that. You know, random things. But my mind, and sometimes eyes, were on the Stranger. After making 2 of the above mentioned cirgarrettes, it was my time to do something...or maybe not. Maybe it was like a in a Hollywood Movie, we would meet again somewhere else. Who knows? Boston is kind of small. Before getting out of the Bus, I looked into the Stranger's eyes, and we said Goodbye. Well, literally, I mouthed a single "Bye" and with the look I felt the same answer towards me. I will never know for sure how it would have been in case of actually saying something, but with the quirky smile, I'm positive it would've been good enough for me.

My night started after that, and everything suddenly went good. I cheered to "Respect" with someone who wasn't supposed to be there, but it was all about showing "respect" and "I don't give a fuck". Probably the most random thing ever happened to me in a long time. Not saying it's a bad thing, though. Sometimes, it's just better not to know it all and just go with the flow. It just took 2 shots to do so.

Style Mood: Dark Modern Hippie

Shorts: Volcom
Top: Urban Outfitters
Vest: Zara
Shoes: Tom's


lunes, 15 de agosto de 2011

manic monday

First time I didn't get out because of the rain. I thought I was going to get crazy, but the day wasn't that bad.
I just watched shiteous movies.

Yes, I sent the text message. Nothing happened.
It's official. I'm through with B.


domingo, 14 de agosto de 2011

how to say happy birthday

Tonight I sat on the stairs outside my building. It was a little bit colder than I expected. Even though I tried, I couldn't help thinking about B's birthday. Just a few minutes ahead. The usually nice and perky manuel eme would have sent a text message at 12:00 am. LOL. Don't wanna even think about it! I gotta keep my cool, so I decided it will be better to wait around 3:00 pm. You know, pretending I have a life of my own here.

It would go something like this: "Hey B, I think it's your birthday today, so...Happy Birthday hehe."

Cool enough? Relaxed much?

Anyway, don't wanna give it a thought. I'm sure something more... espontaneous will come up and it will be cool enough.

Meanwhile, with my new found love for Oreo's Brownies, a little bit of J.U.S.T.I.C.E and Garbage's Androgyny playing in the background, I end this post.

Style Mood: bohemian night thinker

Glasses: Aldo
Top: Ralph Lauren


pic of the day

Charles River Dock


rainy sunday

This Sunday wasn't really different fromt the previous one.

After taking care of my wiid situation, I made plans with my quasi-friend E. She's very cute, but I had to let her know that I'm not gonna take another stood up like the last one she did. No way. I had my outfit to prove it.

We watched Final Destination 5 on 3D. Worst way to spend money ever. I'd rather paid that amount of money on clothes or food. Are you kidding me? No wonder I don't go to the movies anymore.

This night now belongs to me. To my wiid and my bottle of water. Just me and mi Ipod.
See you downstairs.

Style Mood: Combat Nature

Tee: H&M
Pants: Commune
Boots: Dr. Martens
Shades: Forever 21


sábado, 13 de agosto de 2011

pic of the day

Charles River Dock


weekend - failed and succeeded

This weekend promised a lot of good stuff.

I was not supposed to be here at home. Instead, I should be soaking the sun up at B's hometown, but it didn't happen. Damn, I wanted to happen!

For a second scenario, I could be at New York City with my friend W. and her siblings distracting myself from my frustrated and failed first chance, probably hooking up with the bartender from the other night. Damn, I also wanted that to happen!

Thank God for my friend J. She never lets me down. Despite she got very very late, we still did our wiid thing and had a blast talking about repressed feelings and laughing our asses off. Oh, and we had very very good frozen yogurs at Pinkberry. And maybe a couple of sandwiches after that. Damn, at last something good happened!

Style Mood: Hipster at the end of Summer

Tee: BDG
Pants: Commute
Shades: Forever 21
Shoes: Tom's
Belt: H&M


viernes, 12 de agosto de 2011

quote of the day

How do you know love

When you haven’t met it yet

How do you recognize the feeling you’ve been waiting for, and you’re dying to express?


Not so long ago, I decided to come back to being a "blogger". A lot has changed since the last time I posted something. A LOT.

To start, right now I'm living in Boston, MA. Never thought I'd end up here. I like it. I really do.

I wasn't living at home before coming to the U.S. I already had a year away from home. That was pretty rough if you ask me. But somehow, it was for the best. I feel like I grew up a bit within that period. It wasn't easy, but I felt more in peace than ever in my entire life. I still do.

It's 2011 now and I have an idea of what I want this Blog to be about. An opportunity to re-introduce myself. I don't care if anyone agrees or disagrees with my ideas and/or point of views or anything I say/post. In the end, I make this Blog.