Anna begins...

She's talking in her sleep-it's keeping me awake
And Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand it all
Oh lord! I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It’s moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It s chasing me away. She dissappears, and

oh lord! I’m not ready for this sort of thing...

Deejays are not rockstars.

Sander Kleinenberg
I am back. Finally. Not that I was in a hurry to come back but a trip like the one I just had needed to come to an end quickly or risk me not ever coming back. Despite every setback we had, it was a wonderful trip.

I would like to tell you all about it; but to write a post about those specific three days would take me forever and I have neither the patience to write about it, nor would you have the patience to read it. I will tell you what I learned from it though:

1. Don't plan so much. Things will always take whatever course they want.
2. Despite your better judgement, certain people who shouldn't be sexy to you can totally be.
3. Reservations sometimes mean shit. Always have a backup plan.
4. You don't ever really know people until you travel with them.
5. The best party is the one you end up in by accident.
6. Miami can get REALLY fucking cold.
7. Like in NY or SD, it pays to know people.
8. There is such a thing as a US$25 vodka-soda.
9. The wind is a powerful force that can and will knock you over on your ass.
10. Girls, even when they are friends, are bitches and will if given the chance try to steal your guy.
11. You are not in Miami unless you visit one gay club.
12. Don't underestimate the cabby. He may have the equivalent of a pharmacy in his glove compartment.
13. Deejays are sexy.
14. Apparently mainstream drugs are legal in South Beach.
15. Upscale restaurants also have high quality drugs on their menu.
16. Fashionably late can really be too late.
17. If someone tries to boss you around stand your ground the first chance you get or you will be fucked for the entire time.
18. There is a reson why old good friends, no matter what, remain good friends.
19. Even the Starbucks people will look at you funny if you buy 27 biscotti.
20. Driving is a bitch.
21. Strangers really are friends you haven't met.

...and those are things I learned.

Now about Ultra...Ultra was so much fun!!!!! I danced the whole time. As usual, I found some interesting characters to make me laugh and try to put me up to doing things I wasn't into. I got to check out some kickass deejays (and Prodigy) and use one of the grosest portapotties I have ever seen. hahahaha. Accidentally on purpose I met yet another fellow blogger to whom I must apologize if I was somewhat bitchy and well. The only thing that sucked was that it was so cold I couldn't even exist properly. I think I must be the only person in the history of Ultra who has walked in with a cup full of tea (and I don't mean mushroom tea but good ole' zen).

I wonder where the next party is going to take me...

For pictures click here.

MMG.

LOVE
HATE

The line really is thin...

but worse than hate is disappointment.

That's what I feel right now.Thank You. Really.

And to think it's only Thursday...

I am off to Miami...I might check in from there. If not, I'll see you next week!

Friend of the bride.

If I had to obsess over anything today, I think it would have to be over the fact that Bea is getting married. On a Thursday.

Why? Oh Why?

Since Bea announced her engagement last November (or October...hmmm) the world has become a creepy, strange place. Considering she is probably one of the closest things to a sister I have, her joy is my joy and suddenly every single "when I get married..." she ever mentioned in my general area has become an important piece of information. Like a clue in a great big mistery novel: Bea's Wedding: How's it Gonna' Be?

As far as I can remember, we couldn't go to Casa de Campo or Altos de Chavon without a visit to "her church". She wanted to get married on a Saturday in this really old, really cute, really small church overlooking the Chavon River. Her guests would be her family and 10 of her closest friends with a reception to follow at our villa in Casa de Campo.

When Bea got engaged, everyone remembered this plan and in true fairy tale fashion we figured this would be it and got in the midframe that it was necessary to help her make it happen because this was a little girl's dream that had to come true.

But then, this isn't the dream anymore. Now the dream is a church in the city with a reception at a fancy hotel which I am guessing will come with a guestlist of 500. All in all, not a bad way to get married but what irks me and gets me all bent out of shape is that the wedding is scheduled to be on a Thursday.

Who does that?

I could be annoyed about the date for a number of personal, selfish reasons. But that's not why I am annoyed. What bothers me is that I always thought that the day my friend got married it would be an all encompassing experience that would become the end and the beginning of it all-at least a few days. That on the Friday, we would obsess over the final details while sharing a bottle of Clicquot in a post modern upbeat funeral for the death of my single friend all the while we celebrated the birth of the wife to be. That on the Saturday, it would be all about Bea and how beautiful she looks and how special everything turned out. And that even on Sunday, we would still be celebrating talking about all things Bea because no other thing can eclipse such a wonderous ocassion.

But no. She is getting married on a Thursday. There is class, there is work, with some luck the reception will last until midnight because on Friday there is once again school and there is once again work.

Musical rants...

Tuesdays suck.

On the upside though, for once I was able to do about 10 of Bracuta's weekly trivia questions this morning and it's not even 8! It was about time she started asking general knowledge stuff and not about all things Dominican :)

I need a distractions. Really.

The rave at Caribbean Sun this past weekend was great. I think everyone had a wonderful time. Despite the fact that it had started raining early in the evening and most people were having second and third thoughts about going, the midnight sky was starry and beautiful and everyone and their mother was there.

It wasn't the first time I saw Sasha do his thing, but it was the first time I saw him together with John Digweed. I don't know what it is about Sasha, but even though he is one of the best DJs in the world I can't get into him. It's not that he sucks because he doesn't; but I don't think he is as good as the world makes him out to be. Maybe with a couple of pills down the experience is different but in all my soberness (once again Redbull for me) I didn't think that he brought me "there".

This doesn't mean that I didn't have a good time. Despite the fact that I had been up since 5am the day before, it wasn't until 5am saturday that we found ourselves walking towards our car. I danced like I hadn't danced in months. It was certainly a good time and Aldo D'Alessandro (the local DJ/opening act) kicked ass- more so than Sasha I would say. I swear to God, I love that guy!

Now I am getting my stuff together so I can head up to Miami the day after tomorrow. Just my luck, I have 3 tests between Friday and Monday, so now not only do I have to finish all my labs by then, I also have to make sure that my tests all get taken before I leave Thursday because I may or may not come back Sunday as planned. I am not one to cut a short a good party :P

Besides, even though I have been known to take books to the beach I don't think that will do me much good in my weekend of debaucherie. So much to do, so little time!

I am really looking forward to ULTRA and to all the events surrounding WMC, M3, and Miami Fashion Week. I wish I could be everywhere. Really. Though if I don't get to be EVERYWHERE at least I'll get to see a couple of my VERY good friends. That's good enough for me :)

(But I am really looking forward to a good party)

Tonight, Tonight

PARTY :D

More like upside down...

I don't know why people like wine so much. Every time I have some, no matter how great the wine, I feel like I got ran over by a truck. One would think I'd stop drinking it though, right? But no. I figure that if I am going to sit and drink something to dwell on things, I might as well do it with style.

Plus my friends like it.

Ufff! my head!

But at least I had fun. It would have been better if like in the movie I would have picked up a sexy exotic bartender, but for those purposes I would have had to leave the house.

Sometimes it's good to leave the house though. No need to sit there and obsess over trivialities like say who's on MSN Messenger on a given day...

1 more day until the weekend!

Silicone parts are made for toys!

For years and years and years now I've been going to the gym every single day. Hell, even before that, when I didn't go to the gym, I used to walk/jog even if only so that afterwards I could go home and order pizza and diet pepsi (because God forbid I had THOSE 120 calories!).

I think it's safe to assume that it was that kind of behavior that caused me to grow into an overweight adult.

But things change, and almost 15 years later (because it has been that long) I go to the gym at least 5 times a week for at least 1.5 hours, I have been known to go for months without eating a slice of pizza. I don't eat fried foods, I don't eat animal fat (or animals!), I try to eat only complex carbohydrates, I don't eat sugar (unless it's in cookies :D), I keep saturated fats to a minimum, avoid trans fats like the plague, etc...

AND YET, SOME FUCKERS HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY THAT I'M A PRODUCT OF PLASTIC SURGERY!

I really do hate people.

So I am at the gym yesterday- THE GYM PEOPLE!- and this middle aged cow is going on and on and on about fad diet du jour. I am stretching, minding my own business. Then I got annoyed and I was like "lady, if you just worked out regularly and ate like a normal human being, you wouldn't struggle so much with your weight".

Her response to me was "what would you know?"

Right...what would I know? WHAT WOULD I KNOW? What would the girl who lost almost 50% of her body weight 5 years ago know?

I swear to God I wanted to slap her. You really can't judge a book by its cover...

Very calmly I explained to her that I used to be overweight. That I dieted for a whole year but that I have not dieted since. That all it takes is some common sense and a little bit of sensibility.

She called me a liar. According to her, nobody can look like me with diet and exercise alone. YOu are either born with it, or shaped into it. What's even more depressing that even people who know me think that I've used my travels as an excuse to visit with surgeons...

This is the part when she started pulling on my shorts and my sports bra looking for God knows what. I tell you, I HATE PEOPLE.

I have no issues with cosmetic surgery. Hell, I've even considered it a few times. Well, mostly I just wanted a boob job but then I'm like screw that! I don't care if my breasts are small! They are mine and if other people don't like them, tough! If other people want to put themselves through that without good reason, more power to them even though putting yourself through that kind of risk, because any surgery is a risk, is ultimately stupid.

So now she knows that I haven't been under the knife. One would think she'd believe me. Except that she doesn't. Now I'm just a liar because "I was born this way". Apparently, it is physically impossible for someone who looks like me to have actually put massive amounts of effort into makign their body work for them.

I don't know why I bother. Every time I try to share my "weight loss wisdom" with people, I get either attitude or retarded unfounded accusations. It makes me want to take my kickboxing class taking legs and kick them in the head. From now on, I am keeping my big collagen-free mouth shut. LET THE WORLD BE FAT!

what would YOU do?

I read somewhere once that people often talk about the things that interest them, the things they have, the things they want and the things they are lacking.

These are the top 10 things people around me are talking about these days:

• fit or fat (What would Nicole do?)
• brazilian bikini waxes (What would Eva do?)
• sex with married men (What would Angelina do?)
• not drinking (what would Colin do?)
• sex with step-family members (what would Jenna do?)
• the day after effects of euphoric drugs (what would Kate do?)
• porn (what would Paris do?)
• obsessive/ dilussional people (what would L. Ron Hubbard do?)
• musicians who vibrate and those who are just nice (What Would Pete Wentz do?)
• abstinence (what would Jessica do?)

Good God I need a new life!

Obsession.

"Give me release
witness me
I am outside
give me peace "

-Silence by Sarah McLaughlin

I am tired of wanting to be with you...

"lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars.
while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car.
nothing quite like the feel of something new..."
-The Only Time by Nine Inch Nails

Don't think I love you, because I don't.
You were just there...

"I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know, that I care
And I miss you"
-I Miss you by Incubus

I do. Fuck.

International Women's Day.

"Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did,

but backwards and in high heels. "

– Faith Whittlesey

Every day should be women's day.

Dr. Brian Weiss

So today Bracuta informed me that Dr. Brian Weiss would be signing his books as part of the promotional effort for this week's lectures on regression therapy. As you can probably imagine, I was so excited about that I nearly flipped out.

Well, I kinda' did.

Of all the days that I could feel the urge to go anywhere, today I was a pedestrian. My car has been taken hostage by my mom and by the looks of it I'm going to be a pedestrian until I turn 40. But I digress. I had no car and a very important place to go to so I harassed practically everyone I know (not really just like 3 people) until my angel, Annina, volunteered to take me :)

Wow! that was so cool...My impression of him from his books was that the guy was smart, scholarly and somewhat more enlightened than the rest of us. I even cosidered taking an extended trip to Miami, where he has his practice, for the sole purpose of going to therapy with him. Meeting him was entirely different from what I was expecting.

We spoke briefly about his work, and the upcoming lecture and the guy was just radiating peace. He is very calm and has a quiet demeanor. An older man, he has a head covered in white hair that makes him look wiser than the rest of us. That may or may not be the case, but still, Annina and I left the book signing with a sense of peace that came from the peace he was radiating.

I was very impressed. If perhaps this morning I was still hesitant to pay US$150 to hear someone speak for 4 hours, after our little chat I felt like US$150 was nothing and wanted to pay it right then and there (which I couldn't do, so I'll do it tomorrow).

Today was a good day. I wish I had studied for my anatomy test...

The miracle of birth.

Sally had her puppies finally.

On Saturday morning, while I was getting dressed, Sally came into my room and started to try to dig a hole through the marble. I knew that something was up so I called my mom and I told her that I was going to take Sally to the vet so that when she went into labor there would be a professional there to help her out (not to mention that this weekend we only had one car in the house and I had a few errands to run).

Well, my mom refused to let me take the dog to the vet.

"Mom, I am going to take Sally to the vet so that when she goes into labor Sandy (the vet) can take care of her"
"Are you crazy? do you think she is like a dog and that you can just leave her abandoned at the vet?"
"hmmm...mother, she is a dog and I am not abandoning her. I am worried about her"
"NO. Let her stay home and when she is ready you take her to the vet"
"But I have to go out and take care of stuff! I can't go out worrying like this"
"Just go and take your cell phone. Besides, I doubt she'll give birth during the day"

I don't know why I listen to my mom. Seriously. Every time she is so matter of fact about something, it's like the stars conspire against her because whatever she says won't happen, will.

As I am at the hairdresser with half of my hair still wet, Ivan calls me up to tell me that Sally has gone into labor. I just kept thinking to myself "I shouldn't have gone to the gym...fuuuck" but like a good parent, wet hair and all, I ran out of the place and drove home like a bat out of hell to take my little dog to the vet.

By the time I got home, they had already taken her to the vet so I jump back in the car and drive over there.

When Sally saw me, it was the funniest thing ever. She had a puppy hanging out of her (literally) and yet, she jumped off the bed to meet me with the poor puppy banging its head on the floor. It was terrible. Anyway, it was a good, easy delivery because she decided that she wasn't going to do any work. No pushing, no nothing. Sandy (the vet) had to literally pull them out of her.

Because the process took what felt like 8 years, I kept driving back and forth from my house to the vet checking on the health of my dog and the 6 puppies we were expecting. You can only imagine my surprise when at 7:30pm when Ivan and Alexis went to pick them all up to bring them home we found that Sally didn't have 6 puppies, she had 7.

My first reaction was "are you sure it's hers?" hahahahaha

But they all look the same in a very hamster like way. Hell, they could be hamsters! but they are all white (and they are dogs) so we know that the one to knock her up was Charlie. damn dog!

Anyway, there have been problems with the puppies and Sally though. While she was delivering them, I thought it was really weird that she wasn't licking them or even looking at them. When Sandy would put the puppies where she could see them, Sally just barked at them and growled. To me that seemed unnatural.

After a while, I saw her feeding them and I thought it was kind of weird that she was so rough with them because they really are small but I figured that nature is taking its course and that this is how it should be. Well, that theory went to hell when we realized that Sally was killing her puppies.

Sunday morning we woke up to find a dead puppy. We thought that was natural selection because nobody wants to think that anyone (or anything) would kill their own offspring; but we changed our mind when Alexis found another dead puppy, this one with bite marks and the look of someone who had been smothered.

Needless to say, we are extremely upset about these terrible losses!

Now the five remaining puppies are chilling in a breadbasket under a lamp on our coffee table away from Sally. We bring them together under strict supervision every few hours so they can feed but we don't leave them together too long and have decided not to do it until the puppies can fend for themselves (or at least bark).

My mom always says that motherhood brings out the best in you regardless of whether you are a human, a dog, or an elephant. She often reminds us of what a great mother Katerina was when she had her pups a year ago but I think that Sally is an example that parenting is not for everyone...

and that really makes me wonder...

What does your birth month say about you?

JANUARY:
Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Creative. Original. Leader not a follower. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Genius. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Social. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Knows how to get a party going. Has an attractive personality. Abiding. Able to show character. one guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. loves music. Gorgeous/handsome. Loves to dress up. On top of the trends. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. A FREAK in bed, on the floor, in the shower, on the kitchen table, etc. =)
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FEBRUARY:
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.MOST HORNY OUT OF THEM ALL.
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MARCH:
Attractive personality. sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. AND ALWAYS HORNY!!!!
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APRIL:
Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal and always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic. sexy but has brains.
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MAY
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Totally BADASS. Best person you'll ever meet!
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JUNE:
You've got the best personality (bar none) and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You more than likely have an a very attractive partner. You're a great cook and a people person. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection (that is better than anybody elses from any other month). YOu have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor yourself - hell, youve got the looks for it!!! You are sexual and a little devious and like to laugh.
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JULY:
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. HOT. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
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AUGUST:
outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. no self control. kind hearted. self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an "everything's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. ~BEST SEX PARTNER ANYONE COULD ASK FOR! hates studying. in need of "that someone". longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter.
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SEPTEMBER:
Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. A fighter, and won't take crap from people. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.
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OCTOBER:
Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.
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NOVEMBER:
Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Very skilled at making love. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Messy, playful, secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind.

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DECEMBER:
This straight-up means ur the most good-looking person possible... better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. SEXY. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praise.

Grateful for small things...

* Thanks to 809K, I get to go check out Little Louie Vega for free!
* I got a 95 on my Physics midterm. GO ME!
* I got an 80 on my Chemistry midterm...not quite a 95 but I passed!!!!!
* My Anatomy test got postponed for 2 weeks!
* We are on puppy watch: Sally is having 6 puppies today or tomorrow
* I am still tanned!

***and of course, I still have my health ;)

I don't know how/with who but I think that tonight some celebration is in order :)

Four things

Tagged by Ava...

Four Jobs I've Had: foreign service, educational coordinator, director of development for non- profit, account executive for PR firm.

Four Movies I Can Watch Repeatedly: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Lost in Translation, The Garden State, Frida.

Places I've Lived: Miami, FL; Hamburg, Germany; New York, NY; Santo Domingo, DR.

Four TV Shows I Love: CSI, Law and Order, Friends and that's it cause I don't watch TV

Four Places I've Vacationed: Italy, Greece, Prague, Mexico.

Four Sites I Visit Daily: Gmail, Perez Hilton, CNN, and MySpace.

Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now: Tuscany, the beach, Pepperoni (I am craving a brownie a la mode), and that other place I am thinking about...

Four tags: Jonas, Natalia, Eny and Yvette (sorry Y...you gotta catch up with the memes...hehehe)