tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98411352012-02-16T17:54:14.771-05:00...wherever you go, there you are!annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.comBlogger8011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-41488849997873542872012-01-04T21:18:00.002-05:002012-01-04T21:22:56.525-05:00

Every story has a beginning but it also has an end. This blog has documented intermittently the last 8 years of my life. These are stories and experiences I'l never forget. But I've grown and changed and ultimately, moved on. I now have stories that don't seem to fit here anymore. If you want to continue to keep up with me, you can go find me here. Annush is no longer in the sky with

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-79667073576185916792011-10-05T20:30:00.003-04:002011-10-05T20:32:18.237-04:00

STEVE JOBS- 1955-2011 RIP

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Among all the things that happened to me this summer, one of the most important ones was that I met someone who has become invaluable to me. I have asked him to leave me. He hasn’t. I have shown vulnerability. He’s dealt with it. …and now he is watching me unravel into a big old mess of indecisiveness and still, he is not judging me…though maybe he should be. These days being me is not

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-61889885022245730872011-05-16T18:01:00.005-04:002011-05-16T19:31:23.112-04:00

A long time ago I read a blog post that addressed the issue of the "Facebook relationship status". At the time, I remember thinking that relationships are hard enough without the added stress of having to define the point when it was okay to share with everyone you know what your situation was. I have always believed that certain things should be kept private, and I thought this was probably

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-76841809298467728472011-05-10T07:07:00.008-04:002011-05-10T07:49:48.240-04:00

...is not the same as never leaving.The fact is that this week I've been back in NYC, that saying keeps resonating in my head. I am not entirely sure of where I heard it the first time, but I find it to be very wise. Some people think of certain decisions/ choices as absolutes or repetitions but in reality, each decision/ choice is different because YOU are different. Every experience changes

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-1272758842695358002011-05-08T17:30:00.001-04:002011-05-10T07:57:19.518-04:00

I don't need a special day to tell you this but I love you mom!!!

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When I was a little girl I was fearless. From the day I was born, I was told that I was amazing and that I could do anything. I believed this wholeheartedly. I believe it to this day. Still, these days the stakes of being fearless are much higher and as I have gotten older I have learned to take a moment and think about what it is that I am trying to do. Some may call it hesitation, I call

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I met the love of my life on April 9, 1981.I don't remember the specifics, after all I was only a year old, but I do know that I have never in my life felt a love so intense as the love that I have felt for my brother all this time. At the risk of sounding inappropriate or even slightly disturbed, I am convinced that Ivan is my soulmate and that had the stars (and our genes) aligned differently,

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-12547682757954560272011-04-25T15:40:00.003-04:002011-04-25T15:52:57.666-04:00

I probably should have written this post about a week ago but I had neither the time nor the motivation so as you can imagine, this complicates things. Still, better late than never they say and I believe this whole heartedly! Last Sunday was Foursquare Day. For those of you not in the know, Foursquare Day is April 16 and its only significance is that it gives us social media geeks an excuse to

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-24645395634558226012011-04-21T11:37:00.003-04:002011-04-21T13:18:52.059-04:00

My friend Olga often says that I am a connector. I know, one hears that word and automatically thinks of Malcolm Gladwell and books like Blink or of random cliche 2.0 jargon, but Olga used to call me a connector before the book had been written or Zuckerberg had even stepped out of Exeter. (God I'm old!). In this context, it was about connecting human life and experiences. She's always been

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-21090608201741457602011-03-16T23:08:00.003-04:002011-03-16T23:20:49.903-04:00

Today I read an article about the upcoming nuptials of Prince William and Kate Middleton and I don't even remember the particulars of the aspect of the wedding being dissected this time, but I do remember part of a quote: "...reflect issues in which the couple have been particularly interested in their lives to date" "In their lives to date""To date"I've never really thought about life as "to

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-30810348262455646352011-03-10T16:54:00.003-05:002011-03-10T17:15:50.448-05:00

I don't often think of where I come from but more like how I got here. And yet, I am a walking anecdote. It fills me with pride to talk about all the adventures I've had for as long as I've been alive, but I don't think of my memories as much of anything except when I'm living them.Sometimes I live them vicariously. Deep down, I'm a jersey girl. I think back to elementary school and high school

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-20171441131814643062011-03-08T12:55:00.003-05:002011-03-08T13:45:23.328-05:00

In the past I've written about how I come from a matriarchal family. Somewhere in the archive of this blog there are many stories about strong women who were the heads of their families, the breadwinners, and the ones who made sure that the kids went to school so that they would have a better life. We hear stories about families that get caught in perpetual cycles. Not in my family. My great

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-70406186916609876862011-03-07T19:14:00.003-05:002011-03-07T19:41:46.645-05:00

A month ago I submitted my resignation to my employer. For two weeks now, I've been a full time member of the self-employed. ---I have been an active member of the workforce since I was 16 years old (maybe even younger if you count working at my parents' businesses). My whole life I thought that work was something you simply have to do to have the lifestyle you require. It didn't matter if you

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-69290931036093169332010-11-18T23:05:00.003-05:002010-11-18T23:22:58.895-05:00

My mom and step father always said that I live for a party.Then as I got older, they said I should work doing "the whole party thing" because in their words "I live for a party." In layman's terms that might mean "be a party planner."In my life that means, "go where the PARTY is."For the record, I've never been a bartender nor have I been a promoter. Not officially anyways. I've been known to

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-20354697858995540032010-11-13T01:43:00.003-05:002010-11-13T02:07:31.916-05:00

I could be pissed.I could be all different things.but I am not. I am simply bothered.It's been the story of my life that my best friends are beyond hot. Why? I don't know. All through HS my bff was a hottie. All through college, same story. Different body and different personality but a daunting external beauty. And then in my adult life same thing... my best friends have been hottie after

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-75024290730563026732010-11-10T00:07:00.004-05:002010-11-10T00:19:01.904-05:00

We want things. And then we don't. But we really do.and this is where it gets weird...It gets weird when we get what we want but with caveats.For two and a half years I've been praying for something like this to happen: a game change, an opportunity. I've asked (or prayed) for something in this way, color, shape or form to materialize....and it has...but I should have listened to my mom when

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-45298001642548865062010-10-11T13:17:00.002-04:002010-10-11T14:09:21.460-04:00

Social: adj. pertaining to, devoted to, or characterized by friendly companionship or relations. seeking or enjoying the companionship of others; friendly; sociable; gregarious. living or disposed to live in companionship with others or in a community, rather than in isolation: People are social beings. of or pertaining to the life, welfare, and relations of human

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-79924804740879462602010-10-02T00:36:00.004-04:002010-10-02T01:09:04.929-04:00

I talk a lot about my resemblance to Mafalda, which in my mind is mostly the hair. But there is one thing we don't have in common: I love soup. Due to the fact that I live in Miami, soup is not something I eat often. Let's just say that with this heat, even gazpacho is awful. For the past 12 days I've been doing the clean detox program. Blame Gwyneth or Demi or who you will but after trying

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-58507628685501372112010-08-22T18:42:00.003-04:002010-08-22T19:41:10.037-04:00

A lot of people hate pictures, hate the way they look in pictures and hate having their pictures taken. Not me. I love pictures. All of them. Even bad ones. Well, the bad ones not so much but they still get a shout out. I particularly like the pictures other people take of me.Let me explain:Some people are photogenic and some people are not. This is a fact of life. But even people who are not

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-13197646382608894722010-08-19T21:04:00.009-04:002010-08-19T22:47:39.843-04:00

Most people don't ever get to know how or why they became who they are. I am lucky because I am not one of those people. Once upon a time in a kingdom far away a little girl was born. She was named Ana-Cristina and told that she would grow up to be really special. I must admit, this little girl was cool: She didn't like people, had a thing for short skirts and she was smarter than people were

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-90290324051021972612010-08-15T22:49:00.002-04:002010-08-15T23:01:05.617-04:00

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!I wrote the previous post because I really felt that iPhone had stolen my friend.But now I am CONVINCED it has....and it's like every day I have to erase someone from my BBM list and it's killing me because even though I know that it's not like they are no longer my friends, it feels like I am erasing them from my everyday life.I am hurt. REALLY.Hardcore Annush has found

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-10080947183867518352010-08-15T15:22:00.003-04:002010-08-15T16:37:01.620-04:00

I have never been interested in owning an iPhone.Though people say I should own one because apparently "all the cool kids" have one and if they were to jump off a bridge, I would have to jump off too; in the same way that I am a PC, I heart my Blackberry. I have owned several Blackberrys over the years. I remember the very first one I had which was so clunky that it barely passed the back pocket

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-16682924704288614392010-08-08T20:23:00.005-04:002010-08-08T21:52:42.000-04:00

I've always been of the belief that those who cling on to religion do so because they have nothing else to hold on to. Today I went to church.After giving it some thought, last week Sarah and I decided that we would go to church. Why? you ask...well, it was a combination of finding a good boyfriend with a little bit of networking. I know, not very pious, but I like to call it a step in the right

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-46173386131282203112010-08-04T21:25:00.003-04:002010-08-04T22:04:05.564-04:00

Sometimes I find myself sounding like a broken record. Although maybe only a few of the people around me catch it, I do and it annoys me to no end. I try not to dwell on things, but there are certain things that ultimately are the things that really mean something to me. I guess you could say they define me. And at times, especially those when I am trying to focus my attention elsewhere, they

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-86277592110439449632010-08-01T10:45:00.006-04:002010-08-01T11:39:55.076-04:00

I have always said that I would much rather be a small fish in a big fishtank than the other way around. So its not surprising that I've lived in some of the biggest cities in the world and I've liked it. What is surprising though, is my small fishtank mentality and the lengths I go to building a bubble in the big fishtank I've selected.Ahhh the remnants of the Jersey girl.I suppose I could be

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-17712141724351486822010-03-11T19:01:00.006-05:002010-08-01T11:45:13.236-04:00

I still smoke. I could consider my attempt to quit smoking a failure, except that I went smoke- free for a month before I realized that my ass was suddenly getting bigger. I was working out. I was eating well. I didn't believe that quitting smoking would really make me gain weight but it did and the size of my ass is more important to me than the current (or future) state of my lungs so it is

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-60792165104158562362010-03-11T18:51:00.000-05:002010-03-11T20:13:15.244-05:00

I'm moving out and apparently that's a "sensitive situation"...drama. drama. drama.

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-83192409779224153052010-01-28T21:37:00.003-05:002010-01-28T22:18:45.164-05:00

Three years and a month ago, I moved to Miami in the pursuit of true love.Two years and 10 months ago, that "love" went to shit.Two years and 1 month ago, this "love" he felt was given elsewhere.One year and seven months ago, I started my MBA to try to remember who I was before this love that nearly killed me.In three weeks I finish my labor of self-love with nothing more (aside the

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-3785730113774716202010-01-24T20:01:00.000-05:002010-01-24T20:02:08.593-05:00

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Of all the lessons my mother has thought me, those she swears are stored "somewhere in my hard drive" , is one she herself has learned through experience and was better worded by Mother Theresa: Give until it hurts. I am Dominican by blood and anyone who knows a bit of history knows that Dominican-Haitian relations have been less that perfect… But everything has a limit. All things end. It

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-1552207540960865082010-01-16T18:25:00.001-05:002010-01-16T18:27:28.022-05:00

"...In the aftermath of disaster, we are reminded that life can be unimaginably cruel. That pain and loss is so often meted out without any justice or mercy. That "time and chance" happen to us all. But it is also in these moments, when we are brought face to face with our own fragility, that we rediscover our common humanity. We look into the eyes of another and see ourselves..."-Barack Obama (

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-40534202890435736392010-01-10T11:57:00.003-05:002010-01-10T12:19:03.239-05:00

Hell is frezing over. Literally.Last night temperatures in the great land of Miami dipped to 30F (the freezing point in Fahrenheit is 32). I didn't think this was possible. I also became convinced that I have in fact seen everything, when I was checking out an apartment somewhere in Brickell and while standing out on the balcony, we spoted snow flurries mixed with the rain.I have a number of

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-59451530709527208692009-12-30T17:37:00.007-05:002009-12-30T19:50:03.958-05:00

I didn't think I would write again until 2010 and here I am. This is why I don't like to make long term plans: you can plan whatever you want; but ultimately, the universe can have other plans and that's the end of that. I expected to end the decade with a bang. As I write this, I should be getting ready to join my friends for the last happy hour of the year. Instead, I am in bed recovering from

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-45799546665717010332009-12-22T21:10:00.002-05:002009-12-22T21:36:36.138-05:00

Tomorrow I fly home for the holidaysI don't know if I'll get a chance to write again before 2010 so suffice it to say THANK GOD 2009 IS FINALLY OVER!!!!!Okay...maybe I'm being overly dramatic and in my year wasn't so bad...but still. The good (no matter how good) was trumped by the bad and it sucks. Lets replay the highlights:January: Started with a bang. Met awesome guy and almost got swept

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-4759183187212842452009-12-17T17:23:00.008-05:002009-12-17T18:06:12.658-05:00

My brother always says that unless it's on Facebook, it's not true. There is something somewhat disturbing about this concept, but the fact is that this statement is true. Facebook knows everything and if at times there are truths you don't know because people are smart enough to set their privacy settings to private, sometimes you find these truths because people are not smart enough to follow

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-1646887554374558692009-12-10T20:57:00.002-05:002009-12-10T20:59:04.595-05:00

"...Adhering to this law of love has always been the core struggle of human nature. We are fallible. We make mistakes, and fall victim to the temptations of pride, and power, and sometimes evil. Even those of us with the best intentions will at times fail to right the wrongs before us.But we do not have to think that human nature is perfect for us to still believe that the human condition can be

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-17262222032141115722009-12-10T20:08:00.003-05:002009-12-10T20:16:15.516-05:00

I must be one of the few people I know who haven't fallen victims to the curse of the video- camera. I was gonna say camera in general but then I remembered that thing that time with that picture...Anyway, the data phone has become a staple of everyone's life and with it we have learned to document and then expose details of our lives that in the past would have been nothing more than pretty

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-35177622802368024842009-12-09T13:10:00.004-05:002009-12-09T13:18:49.327-05:00

There is something magical about literate people. You know, those who seem to remember how to put letters together into words that somehow thread into coherent sentences and those who have opened those things filled with words linked together to tell a story. Ahhhh I love literacy. Anyway, I have been carrying a book around for like 3 days and have been unable to even open it and it's making me

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-78963510209140718142009-09-14T22:51:00.003-04:002009-09-17T13:30:10.489-04:00

Apparently blogs are not anonymous. I know that in my case it doesn't make a difference because this blog has only been intermitently anonymous but deep down this ruling is unsettling because certain things should be kept private should the writer deem it so- AS LONG AS it's not a threat to someone's well being (calling someone a skank is not a threat to their well-being). ----I know I've been

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-2617739627220180132009-07-27T14:53:00.002-04:002009-07-27T15:09:47.171-04:00

Everywhere I go there is always something to remind me of another place and time...Last night I dreamt that I had a one night stand with someone I love/hate and got pregnant with triplets: Martina, Cecilia and Andreas. Oh yes and I had them...I don't remember the rest of the dream, but I remember the panic and the three names which was in itself enough to panic me into a rude awakening. I mean,

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-59679259285303799242009-07-22T19:37:00.002-04:002009-07-22T20:56:25.629-04:00

Some years ago a friend bought me a pair of Erin Skinny Jeans from Abercrombie and Fitch. I had been lusting over those for a few weeks and after a trip to NY I think it was, Eny just showed up with them and gave them to me over pita chips at Pranzo. I still have them.Those jeans and I have been through a lot these past few years. There wouldn't be any particular significance to this story if I

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-38838357294047461922009-07-08T19:35:00.003-04:002009-07-08T19:55:54.766-04:00

So apparently I come from the second happiest country in the world.I suposse that would explain my inordinate bursts of joy at inappropriate times...But is that really the reality?I don't know who came up with that index and how they measured it; however, I think that the reality of the country as a whole is quite different than what may seem. I can think whatever I want but ultimately, what I

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-9608796866035825772009-07-06T19:44:00.005-04:002009-07-06T20:10:47.199-04:00

" I want to kiss you...but if do then I might miss you babe..."-"Love Game" by Lady GagaIt's been months since I've been enthusiastically enthusiastic about somebody. I like people sure, but A is A and B is B and after a while you are like whatever. But there is someone in my life now. He is smart, and succesful and so incredibly hot that every once in a while, I look in his general direction and

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-25359888811898594102009-07-03T17:12:00.002-04:002009-07-03T17:38:22.404-04:00

So Ms. Sarah Palin is quitting the governorship of Alaska which can only lead one to believe that our girl is planning to run for President.The other day, during a PMS caused dillusion brought about by watching the movie "W", I was convinced that I wanted to run for office. I've always been a political activist, and my resume reads like that's something that would lead someone to believe that

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-85736440418789165382009-06-29T17:39:00.003-04:002009-06-29T18:09:42.397-04:00

Consistentadj.1. agreeing or accordant; compatible; not self-contradictory2. constantly adhering to the same principles, course, form, etc.3. holding firmly together; cohering.4. Archaic. fixed; firm.---SS says I am not consistent...I wonder if he is right.

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-27384756684613346142009-06-28T21:01:00.003-04:002009-06-28T21:23:45.675-04:00

...but the problem with temptation is that some people walk straight into it and some know how or when to say no. I am not like that. I am Cristina.It's not that the courage is there, but it just seems like the right thing to do at the time. And that's my problem: I only know what I DON'T want. If it feels right at the time, I will continue...searching, probing, doing things that only I will

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-76652417246227424042009-06-28T09:37:00.000-04:002009-06-28T21:39:39.319-04:00

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-2275395736275487712009-06-25T19:52:00.000-04:002009-06-28T22:15:34.299-04:00

My brother had a girlfriend he loved and they haid a relationship that ran its course. I won't say that anyone made it easy for them because I'd be struck by lightning if I lied, but the relationship ended when HE decided to end it, so for all practical purposes, it ran its course.She loved him and he loved her. Of this there is no doubt.But they were no good for each other. If in mathematical

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-29972759605250056502009-06-23T15:51:00.002-04:002009-06-28T21:41:12.308-04:00

I've never been in loveI don't know what it isOnly knows if someone wants herI want them if they want meI only know they want meShe gets madAnd she starts to cryShe takes a swing manShe cant hit!She don't mean no harmShe just dont knowWhat else to do about it -Jane Says by Jane's Addiction

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-81420078195794627222009-06-23T13:49:00.006-04:002010-08-01T11:51:09.078-04:00

I have always worried about being a bad girl. Not that I feel like I am a bad girl; however, this is a bit of a paranoia I have.No matter how open I may be, I like to keep a bit of privacy. and when I don't, I like to be open under my terms.I sometimes act and react to things as if I were a little girl playing dress up. Even when people look at me and think that my child like enthusiasm is that

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-43231860488510343572009-06-13T03:40:00.002-04:002009-06-13T04:06:54.758-04:00

At this very moment I am drunk.That said, I just came home from a party at Karu & Y where I ran into HWMNBN. Before I say anything, allow me to say that at this point in time, the only feelings I have for HWMNBN are those of resentment and disappointment. It's very likely that had I known before what I know now, I would have thrown those CDs in his face and ran him over that day we met.Yeah, I

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-65236951611595010982009-05-17T10:04:00.000-04:002009-05-17T10:05:29.224-04:00

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So the test said...----------Type A personality refers to a type of personality that is characterized by perfectionism, a high degree of stress, impatience and inappropriate expressions of anger or frustration. Type A individuals can be described also as excessively time-conscious, insecure about their status, highly competitive, hostile and aggressive, and incapable of relaxation. They are often

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-83292003752402382482009-05-10T09:35:00.000-04:002009-05-12T21:38:47.028-04:00

dear Mama,I love you very much.Happy Mother's Day!xoxo

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annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-67211142847508854072009-04-22T21:24:00.005-04:002009-04-22T21:40:13.679-04:00

This week I've felt like I am living in a time when history is being made. Some really important conversations are being had that someday soon are going to change the way we live. It's exciting, but at the same time it's scary because it's not easy to change people's minds and some people just can't compromise.The other night I saw a clip about the Miss USA pageant. First and foremost I should

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-54847777838449089132009-04-13T20:20:00.001-04:002009-04-13T20:21:18.284-04:00

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-12680151390939083012009-04-03T19:54:00.001-04:002009-04-03T19:54:57.019-04:00

I have always been pretty rebellious. As a child, I rebelled against my nannies and teachers. As a teenager, I rebelled against my mom. Then when I was young and stupid, I rebelled against the universe. Everything had to be when I wanted it how I wanted and if it was difficult or if I felt like it wasn't going to happen, I would force it into happening- even if it was to my detriment. I've

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-49543288946298250122009-04-01T21:50:00.005-04:002009-04-01T22:37:43.689-04:00

Years and years ago I made Yvette a video.Years and years ago = 13 years ago. And it was then that sixteen year old me made a good bye video for her best friend who was moving away. Thirteen years ago moving away felt permanent and I thought she would forget me so I made a video that encompassed all the silly things that we did and all the things that I felt towards her. Tonight, sitting around a

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-4775408575891613542009-03-30T18:22:00.002-04:002009-03-30T18:50:19.058-04:00

... but it's ALL HER FAULT.As if The Miami Herald, The Financial Times, The Wall Street Journal, CNN, MSNBC, every other news outlet on the planet, and the many nearly empty new towers in the great area of Brickell weren't indicative enough that rental prices were down, I told her that she needed to re-think my rent. She said no. Mrs. MBA thought that since her mortgage went up and I am

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-64016363466447255392009-03-29T09:16:00.002-04:002009-03-29T09:19:21.221-04:00

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I have a love/hate relationship with my job.But I am not going to dwell on the hate part. One of the reasons why I love my job is because they always make available all these professional development/ continuing education courses that I like. As if I don't already have enough to do, I always sign up and complete them. It makes me happy most of the time. Just not now.I have been taking this

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-6553534430069127272009-03-24T10:21:00.001-04:002009-03-24T10:27:56.612-04:00

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-57589592197430227762009-03-22T01:57:00.001-04:002009-03-22T01:57:23.473-04:00

Sometimes it's weird for me to hang out with HWMNBN's friends. This people have been in my life for a long time and for a long time I have had relationships with some of them and some of them I flat out adore. But they are HWMNBN's friends and regardless of what they feel about me, their loyalties are elsewhere. I've never really understood why it's so hard for people to remain friends (or

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-22535140473837693192009-03-15T18:37:00.001-04:002009-03-15T18:37:30.293-04:00

My mom says that I went on my very first plane ride when I was 2 months old and that she could tell that I would love traveling because I never cried. I don't know what's happening to me but these days when I travel I feel like not only crying but kicking and screaming too. Though part of the problem is that I have become increasingly intolerant of airplane space (I sometimes find myself feeling

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-62994384834817186542009-03-10T18:28:00.000-04:002009-03-15T18:29:47.673-04:00

For years and years I talked about wanting to go back to school to get my M.S. in Nutrition. A move, a heart-break and a last minute application later, I am on quarter 3 of an MBA program.What can I say…that's just how I roll…Anyway, surprisingly enough the whole thing has turned out to be pretty interesting and I, who had never taken an advanced math course before in my life, despite my

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-55473526749890002232009-03-03T18:19:00.001-05:002009-03-29T09:32:14.154-04:00

The lovely Daniela came to Miami earlier this year to spend time with me and catch up. It had been a good two years since we had last seen each other. Not since I went to London for Gus's college graduation had we been together and even though we always have an amazing time, there is something about time and distance that makes it more comfortable to live without someone. Here is yet another of

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-2335648695729468782009-02-14T18:49:00.002-05:002009-02-14T19:21:27.671-05:00

Love is a really funny emotion...My mother is a firm believer of the whole "If you love something set it free. If it comes back it's yours and if it doesn't it never was" thing. I would be a believer too, except that I know that sometimes people come back out of desperation and not because they feel they belonged to or were even part of that person. In this case, the coming back thing is the

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-33358226964601369092009-02-14T10:25:00.003-05:002009-02-14T10:43:49.624-05:00

I haven't blogged in so long, I forgot how this is done. For weeks I'd been telling Eny that I wanted to get back to blogging. As always, she was super encouraging but of course, for every "you should totally do that " I snapped back with "I don't know about that". I am hard-headed, I don't listen...what can I say? There is something about this blog that now pushes me away. Like it's haunted.

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-15142194117569343492008-09-04T10:02:00.000-04:002008-09-04T10:05:05.362-04:00

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RI.P. LeRoi Moore.I hope your grave is shallow so that you can feel the rain.

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I worry. A lot. Sometimes I am the embodiment of mama except that I am not anyone's mama. Worrying has caused me fights, cost me friends, and it has at time left me with the lingering feeling that if perhaps i worried about myself more and less about my loved ones I would be a much happier person.Ignorance is bliss.In a life that tends to throw you with people like you, I have been blessed (or

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-327562998219877332008-08-18T18:13:00.002-04:002008-08-18T18:26:42.319-04:00

So there is a hurricane coming. This so called "hurricane" is barely even a category 1, if that, but everyone in Miami seems to think that the world is going to end. Not even while living in Dominican Republic did I ever hear "hurricane preparedness" like I have in the past 36 hours. And I know better. But just in case, I went "hurricane shopping". I bought salmon, wine, an obscene amount of

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-67446333842902364142008-08-03T03:08:00.001-04:002008-08-03T03:11:09.022-04:00

Tonight I met Romero Britto. Wow!

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I stopped writing. Again.I hate setbacks...the flaw in the plan....But I am back again. I hope.It's Friday night and I am home making a Muxtape. I suppose there are better/worse ways to spend a Friday night, but I like this. I want to chill and let this week just pass. I don't want to give it much more attention because this week has been full of tests and quite frankly, I am trying to block

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-70692889700313299412008-07-12T10:32:00.003-04:002008-07-12T10:42:57.698-04:00

In like an hour I'm driving up to West Palm Beach to go see Dave Matthews. This is the 17th time I've seen them in concert. I'm stoked. Dave's music has been an important part of the soundtrack of my life- it tells many stories, it reminds me of many things...Of all the times that I've seen him, he's only played the song once...If he doesn't play that song, I'll take that as a sign...The odds

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-54768608041116854352008-07-08T20:09:00.002-04:002008-07-08T20:21:41.744-04:00

I love him so muchthat when I think I don't anymoreit overcomes me again.Even if there's distance,even with companionship,even when I DON'T WANT TO.

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I couldn't leave yesterday.After hours and hours of wine drinking and cheese eating, the fine people of American Airlines sent me home with a $500 credit, a boarding pass for a flight this morning and a voucher for a cab home. Figures.As I arrived in my building, I ran into the neighbors who invited me out to party- thank God I didn't go becaue they are still not back. Anyway, my co-workers also

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-24231908275721071252008-07-03T16:33:00.004-04:002008-07-04T08:05:32.520-04:00

As children we learn the colors. I don't know about other people, but as a child I was able to recall the name of every color the fine people of Crayola came up with. In a way, I guess you can say that as a kid my life was colored (mostly within the lines-sometimes outside of it) in shades of blue violet, bright red, burnt orange and the like.Then, of course, I grew up.My favorite color is still

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Frenchie sent you a message.--------------------Re: Monday afternoonHey!hahahaha that's funny because yesterday I ate ice cream, and I was thinking about you!I hope you're well, and I wish a great week-end!kisses!xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

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My ex-roommate stopped by my apartment Saturday afternoon. Without going into very many details, our relationship didn't end amicably.I'd lived without her for months and there she was again. It was strange to see her again though it was kinda' nice at the same time. Sometimes I really do miss her. When she was about to leave she hugged me and said "te quiero mucho" to me. And I hugged her but

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-37940411936310871182008-06-13T21:58:00.003-04:002008-06-13T22:15:20.097-04:00

I don't like getting my important news from Facebook; but lately, it seems like Facebook is the place to go for news. I like Facebook. I really do. I like it so much that I deleted my Hi5, MySpace and Friendster profiles for it. I don't like that everything is so out there for you and the world to see. It's like Facebook knows EVERYTHING about EVERYBODY and is there making sure that your

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-76458823304085093552008-06-10T21:10:00.003-04:002008-06-10T21:33:39.116-04:00

I like doing laundry. A LOT. For some random reason, it makes me feel powerful. I am very methodical about it too. Whites. Blacks. Reds. Jeans. Pastels. Stuff-I-Don't-Care- If-It-Dies...And then of course the appropriate soap and the like. Obsessive-compulsive at its best.Anyway, when I came home from work today, I was all psyched over the prospect of spending my Tuesday night at home doing

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-68703014774930355952008-06-08T16:33:00.007-04:002008-06-08T16:46:47.537-04:00

Ivanna Maia Gabriela Milla

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annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-34615110713010553172008-06-06T20:29:00.002-04:002008-06-06T20:53:58.120-04:00

Today unemployment rose to 5.5.%.Today I went to put gas in my car, and overnight it went up two cents ultimately rising to $3.95.Everyday I read the news looking for good news, and this is the kind of stuff I find. Then I begin to worry about the children in Somalia who are not eating, and the ethanol being put in my car. So I begin to obsess, and worry, and try to find ways to be better when it

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-65270067554973469512008-06-04T19:44:00.002-04:002008-06-04T20:01:39.333-04:00

The past month has sucked royally.I am okay with bad news as long as they come few and far between. But like they say, when it rains it pours. I think that the whole thing started with my car accident. I didn't blog about it but my car was destroyed and I was stuck with the repairs because it was a hit and run. Then, my two friends died. A week later my friend's youngest brother also died.

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-84064829789204832672008-06-03T07:12:00.005-04:002008-06-03T07:28:01.396-04:00

I knew it wasn't going to last.For one, he is 19.He lives in Montpellier... where he has a "complication" he carries with him as a heart shaped charm on his chain.He was here for a whole year, and we didn't find each other until almost the very end.But I loved it. These past weeks we had more fun than I've had with anyone in a long time. We really liked each other. But it had to end. And it

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-46097690753784465852008-05-19T12:57:00.003-04:002008-05-19T16:09:18.703-04:00

All day yesterday I had been busy recovering from the night before. You see, while I was laughing and having fun they were taking their last breaths.I found out via Facebook because I hadn't been in the mood to answer the phone. It hurt me. When it became a good time to call people back, it hurt more.I imagined them getting in the car. They were very close friends so I imagine that they at least

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-79860997504382854172008-05-18T14:36:00.001-04:002008-05-18T14:38:53.200-04:00

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annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-27158239538716475142008-05-07T10:34:00.003-04:002008-05-07T10:42:13.324-04:00

If Obama secures the Democratic nomination, I'm voting for McCain.I never thought I would go the Ann Coulter way...

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annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-9311059680666159872008-05-05T07:58:00.002-04:002008-05-05T08:00:41.556-04:00

I have had a ticket for months...I know it's a huge venue...if only I could bring myself to go...

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Some time ago, I wrote a book. I used to say that it was me telling the most beautiful story every told but it was really me just telling a story that I never wanted to forget. A story that I wanted to share with the entire world because just like at times it brought out the worse in me, it also brought out the very best out of me. I wrote the story and I didn't even bother to change the names (

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-51636421820139856852008-05-01T07:29:00.002-04:002008-05-01T07:33:06.402-04:00

Maybe I should have trained a little for this one...3.2 miles is nothing though.

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I love Home Depot. It is my firm belief that within that store, a person can find character. Over the years, I have gone to a number of their Do-it-Yourself seminars and have learned tons from their knowledgeable sales people. I think that it takes a certain kind of person to like Home Depot. This morning I went to the nursery there. Among other things, I grow my own herbs and salad in one of

annushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00371396595827854470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841135.post-89096384376023121672008-04-24T20:18:00.004-04:002008-04-26T17:06:42.600-04:00

I permanently moved out of my home and began supporting myself at the age of 22. At the time I left home (after college, after my first stint at grad school, after years abroad) I found myself in the situation where I didn't know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life and so I was willing to try out just about anything. Which I did.From my first job to where I am at now, I have deciphered

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