Monthly Archives: February 2012

A friend of a friend’s music video/song – “Just a Gringo”

Ha ha
Funny shit.
My latin crew will love it.

And, maybe you “others” as well.
Check it out.

And this came on, in my suggested videos on Youtube.
Guitar sounds SICK…in a good way.
Nice voice.
Overall sweet execution.
Check it!

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Posted by on February 29, 2012 in Music


Hey Beautiful…(thinking of you)

Hey beautiful

How was your day today?

Did you look in the mirror and smile
Cuz you saw, what I see in you?

How do you feel today?

Are you bubbling with joy
Cuz you’ve discovered what I’ve known, all along?

How was your night?

Did you fall asleep with a grin
Cuz you realized your effect on the world around you?

I thought of you last night, like I think of you always.
Just knowing you exist, brings me happiness…

But knowing of your sadness

Brings me pain.

I hope you woke up with the sunrise not only outside your window

But also within your soul.

Hey beautiful…

Never forget.

How beautiful you are.

I love you.

Found this spot on our bike ride.
Pretty kewl stuff.
When I pulled myself up on this thing and balanced on the little ledge…
I must admit, I amazed myself.
But, reasoning doesn’t set in faster than action when it comes to “ideas” that pop into my head.
Thought -> Action -> Can I do it?
A rather unhealthy order of mental approach.
But, I’m still here.

Me…and my “HAPPY” place.


Squashing Anticipation

I never really expect much, from my life.
I just live it.
A lot of times when I go on group trips
I get nervous and start stressing about what’s going to happen
what clothes do I need

Then, I come to my senses and just GO.
Squash the obsessive “thinking.”

Life is a mind game.
You gotta know how to battle it.
Which battles to fight, which ones to just let go of and where to compromise.

I don’t remember getting excited over trips.
Maybe when I was younger…
but for me, I take trips like people go out for a nice dinner.

If you keep going and if it becomes routine
it loses its luster.
To me, traveling is almost like a job.
A must.

I love my friends and try to spend the most time possible with each and every one of them. As I continue to travel and add more to the herd…
my life becomes more and more hectic.

365 days in a year.
(Well, I get an extra day this year!! Woohooo!!!)
The earth is almost 8,000 miles from point to point around the equator
and there are about 2469501 cities in the world.

OK, maybe I don’t have friends in ALL those cities…
but shit.
10% of the world’s cities takes you to 25,000.

I’ve got ONE me.

When I say my friends are my everything…
they are.

My parents and my friends.
And now, since I’ve gotten a strong pull to spend more time with my parents
I have less time in the year.

In my mind already…
here is where I “need” to try and be (at the least) this year:

I was trying to fit Germany in, but the friend I was going to see…
will be moving to NYC in the next few months…so, I can just meet up with her there.
(Ahhhh…but I forgot about my friend Sasha, also in Germany…but, I think she’ll be in Cali later on this year.)
New York/New Jersey
Bahamas (as always)
(Thinking about the Dominican Republic, but it’s not as pressing)
I’ve been trying to fit Argentina in but it’s not on the hot list.
Australia (Phillip Island – track time)
My Canadian friends have been bitching about me neglecting them.
(Vancouver, Toronto and Montreal)
I want to take my parents on a trip to China…
as I don’t want to lose any of them without stepping foot on the “mainland”
I’ve been meaning to go to Kenya since last year to visit my pal Elaine from boarding school.
I see another Thailand trip in the works…the reason will reveal itself in time.

This is what I have so far.
Without thinking too much into it.
Welcome to my life.

And on top of that, I’ve added more “dependents”

My friend Indy told me last night that I can’t save ’em all.
I hate suffering.
I hate sadness.
I go above and beyond to help strangers.
Imagine the people I love?
If someone’s not happy…
I wanna know why
and I wanna fix it.

Especially if it’s someone I think deserves the world and is only getting a fraction of it.

The libra in me. Scales of justice.


I was a little off last night.
Got a 2 hour nap in and back up again.
I’ve had a rather bumpy few days.
FUN, but bumpy as well, emotionally.

It seems in life, when I’m the happiest and filled with the most
joyous moments of anticipation…

I get the hardest let down.
Like, harsh to where my heart hurts.
Crazy huh?
How something that enters the mind can cause a physical

Goes to show how stress and other negative occurrences make us sick.

2012 has turned out to be the most challenging year to date
in terms of WEIGHT on my shoulders.
But, surprisingly, I don’t feel a thing.

In actuality, I feel lighter than EVER!
I’d even go as far to say, CAREFREE!
AM I finally tippy toeing on the edges of dementia?

Cuz, with all life has thrown at me this year, I feel I should be going through a
major meltdown!

((All in the mind, is all I can think of))

I don’t see defeat. In my mind, it’s like…
“Here’s the problem.”

(to where my heart begins to race and I have a mini panic attack)

then, after it’s all absorbed
I close my eyes, take a deep breath and

work at finding a solution.

No one has ever gotten anywhere just freakin’ out over shit.
You are allowed the 5 minute “OH FUCK”
after that, shake it off and climb.
One step at a time.

And, whatever happens in the end. Happens.
All you can do, is your best.

Stressing over things beyond your control is just silly.
But we do it.
The immediate world around me, I’ve got a handle on.
It’s the BIGGER picture surrounding all of us.
The bigger picture and how FUCKED up
the world is and HOW far we are to ever coming out on the positive side of the coin.

If I were to place this as my focal point, every moment of my day
I’d shrivel into a ball and implode from the pressure I’d put on myself
cuz I’d want to find a solution.
A solution, to save the world.

I know, cuz I was almost there.

My friend/”brother” Anthony tells me I need to pick ONE cause.
The Eradication of Human Suffering.
How’s that one Ant?

ha ha ha

I have been “free” for most of my life.
Any kinda of “suffering” I’ve had, I most likely put on myself.


TO not be free.
To basically NOT be able to do anything you want at any given time.
To be under the control of someone.
To be forced into something, not only you DON’T want to do
but that brings you discomfort.
That causes you pain.
That rips to shreds the beauty of being a precious living organism…

to me, is unfathomable.

I’ve always been strong willed.
I don’t put up with shit and don’t do things that I don’t want to do.
Even when I was younger…
if I couldn’t find reason behind the rules my mother would set for me
I wouldn’t follow ’em.

I was not a bad child.
In opposition, I was actually quite the angel.

No, seriously.


It wasn’t until I was 17 where I went a bit “off.”
Which really wasn’t bad. I was just experiencing life.
I’d get into anything that struck my curiousity
and by that time, I was out on my own supporting myself…

so, my money, my rules.


I told my mom, you can’t have it both ways.
Angel young, or angel when older.
The young only last a while…the older lasts until the greys set in and beyond!
So, I feel she’s gotten the better side of the coin.

 I’ve worked and made money since I was very young.
I used to save my lunch money ($5) cuz I’d rather have the cash than lunch.

I had my own little business before I reached my teens
and my parents used to make me work during the summers and sometimes
help them out after school.

(I never got paid working for them…as it’s “family” but I had jobs outside of their companies since 11)

I did enough work before I was in my 20s…
so I guess, that’s why I’ve “retired” so young.

I probably work like people take vacations in the year.
How do I do, what I do. Beats me.



All I know, is I’d NEVER be where I am at today, without GREAT friends.
My emotional support system.
I can count at least 5 times I was supposed to be dead.

And yet, here I am.
So, the final time…when it was basically “a miracle” that I survived…

I accepted the fact, that maybe I’m here for a reason.
Someone doesn’t want me to go cuz I’ve yet to complete my “purpose” in life.

Could be hooplah.
But, could be true as well.

Who knows?

Friends always approach me to plan trips with them.
I can’t really plan shit.
I flow with it.
It’s a feeling I get.
That screams, “YES. You must do that.”

Every time I’ve followed those pulls…
something beyond amazing happens.
I can’t begin to tell you how my life keeps surprising me
and getting better and better every year when I don’t even think there’s room for improvement.

How long will this last?
I don’t know.

But I ain’t about to jump off the ride while it lasts.

When I wanna do something, NOW’s the preferable time frame…
not later.
Later’s for shit, I don’t wanna do.

Hence the selective procrastinator of boring and monotonous I am.
Anything that isn’t fun, exciting, etc…
piles up on the “to do” list.
I’ve got boxes and boxes of shit at the house I’ve been meaning to sort through

for YEARS!

Indy keeps on getting on me for it
she’s even volunteered to come and help me.
Maybe next trip back home.


I started this entry last night.
It has taken on a life of its own.
I kinda veered off the path of my initial direction.

Can’t separate my writing from my life.
We are one in the same…so I guess it’ll have the same erratic patterns!

Makes sense no?

My friend Rick’s gonna love this entry.
He likes my “deeper/thinking” side better than my jokey
bunny humping, “5th grader” jokey side.




Bringing back some pics from last year.
What amused me on the Euromast in Rotterdam.

Love locks in Paris on the Pont des Arts bridge.
I am the MASTER of my OWN DESTINY!

a pic I took for my sweetie Nykya. I wanted to take her to Paris with me…
but she’s slackin’ on getting her passport.


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Holland Day 1 – Roadtrip!!!!!! (pics)

Mentally, I’ve made it a point not to get too sedentary and comfortable in my hotel room. So, off the bat, without barely a space to breathe… I landed, taxied my way to the hotel, freshened up and headed out on a mini Cara adventure with some of my favorite Holland crew.

My other “brother” Patrick is a chef at Het Ruiterhuys up north, near the coast in Castricum. I promised I’d come up to see him, so…to make sure that promise was met I made sure plan a roadtrip within the first 24 hours of being in Holland.

This is the driveway when entering the grounds.

Apparently quite common, yet the first time I’m ever seeing it… seashell “gravel” in the parking lot.

These bunnies look suspicious. I think they were hiding the fact that they were just about to get it on.

Awwwweeeee. Wittle pony. Judging by the eyes, wittle POSSESSED pony. 🙂

First thing we saw while walking through. OMG. I freaked! This guy’s MASSIVE! (And man, not the prettiest of pigs I’ve ever seen) Look at those ears!!! My dog would be salivating! HA HA

Sheep. Haven’t seen one in a long time. I was transported back to my little years. (And I may or may not have “BAH-ED”) I’m quite fluent in Sheep talk. My peeps were quite impressed.

Having some fun with TB. (Travel Buddy)

I’ve been neglectful of him on the last few trips so brought him in my bag so he could get a few photo ops.
I think the last time the poor baby was out was in Dubai back in October/November sometime.

The wall was filled with different kinds of bird houses/feeders. He liked these the best.
He said he wanted to play “Jesus in the manger” in this one.

And PEEK-A-BOOOOO here!!!!

Snapped this pic when I realized Sarah was perfectly dressed for the location!!
Plaid for her logwood surroundings.

Aaaaaah. The moment of the day I was waiting for.

Dimitri and Sarah celebrated birthdays while I was gone… so I thought I’d treat my sweets to din din… along with my bro, the other one. Anthony. Joining me on my chair’s Patrick taking time out the kitchen ta chat and play catch up. Awwwwww. Aren’t we special?

Bread anyone? Looked like a lot, but we actually cleaned the board. Yum. Fresh soft, warm bread.
so bad, yet SOOOOO GOOD!

Ant is quite happy with his selection. Only the manliest meal for my sweets. HA HA

Sarah, Dimitri and I got the Tournedos van Iers run.
“Where’s the BEEF?” comes to mind.
Ant musta had the hookup.

Turned around to THIS on the wall. I dunno ’bout you, but I feel the artist may have had some beastial tendencies.

Right. Had an hour or so drive back down south…so, needed to get going. At this point? I’m running on 40 hrs with hardly a wink of sleep.

Passed out, on and off during the ride back. (And no, I wasn’t driving) Got back to the hotel…and, well. That “sleep” thing? Kinda never really happened.

But…LOOK at all the pics and shit I got up! HA HA HA

It’s 2:05pm. That would be 52 hours with about 3 hours total of sleep. 12 more hours and I’mma start hallucinating.
(No joke. 3 nights of no sleep can truly f the braincells up a bit)


It might make for some VERY interesting blogs though!!!!

Stay tuned and thanks for poppin’ on by!!!



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It’s a Jerseyliscious Life! (Mega pics album)

Straight from the airport to the bar.
We hit up a place in Morristown called the Office.

I don’t think I’ve ever been in a “whiter” place.
It was like I was transported onto the set of American Pie
a logwood cabin/Abercrombie & Fitch commercial.
Culture shock, for sure!!!

Me and my boricuas were cold enough.
Standing in line to get into one of the bars
on the same street were 3 chicks, in short, skin tight dresses…
FREEZING their asses off.
Yeah, wonder f-in why dipshits.

I didn’t have anything to eat since lunch time…
so was nausceously hungry.
Being in the care of two young men
(under 33 years of age)
I was shit outta luck so had to settle for condiments from the bar.

My frustrations diminished when I looked up at the WALL full’o’beers.
Saw Duvel and wanted to treat them to the beer I discovered while in Holland.
(My Belgium husband introduced me to it)
(8.5% compared to the average 4-5% of normal beers)

One of my favorite, yet calorie-filled and easily consumed in large quantities beverages came to mind…
so I thought I’d see if they had it.
And, did they!!

I mix it half and half with a light beer so the sweet taste is weened off a bit.
I love my Lambic Framboise.
Just not the extra “cushion” it puts on me if I get on my fix and start to go overboard with it.

After a late night out we decided to begin the “day after” properly…
with SANCOCHO!!!!

I was missin’ my favorite soup peppers though.
Indy’s ex’s mom makes a PERFECT pepper sauce for this soup.
It wasn’t the same, but still hit the spot!!!!
(I personally like your sancocho better though Indy)

This one had short ribs, chicken and ox tail.

My boricuas.

Mmmmmm. Cocina dominicana!
I miss my DR family!!!!!!


First time at Hamilton Park.
(At least, from what memory serves)

Checkin’ out the Manahattan skyline.

Finally. After countless drive arounds for parking all over New Jersey…
just to get a drink
we run into THIS place…with an actual parking lot!

3 letters is all we needed to see…

I don’t know if it’s “old” age…
but after countless travels to different cities around the world
I’ve come to appreciate Florida.
I see why old people migrate there…
Parking lots.

The ease of going somewhere and just damn PARKING!!!
Instead of driving street to street hoping for a spot to open up.
Too much aggravation for my blood.
In the city, I just go into a parking garage.
Fuck it.
But even then, sometimes THEY are full!!!

Is it old age?
What say you?

Ahhhhhh. Finally. Gettin’ our drink on!

We’re so angelic, our “purity” shines right through us.
See it?
Bright angelic beacons.

Or, maybe it was our guardian angels.

My apartment building.

Amazing skylights, “environmentally” friendly and “natural” aircon and heating.

The security line that went for “daze”

Gearin’ up to go.

Bye bye NYC!!!!!

My Afghan Ahmed who’s “adopted” me into his family.
“You have problem, call Ahmed!”

A pic a friend of mine posted yesterday on Facebook.
A mutual friend informed me that he massacred the poor thing.

He/she was so beautiful.
Makes me sad.

(Maybe I should tell him to send the carcass to my parents. Maybe they can stir fry it.)

Almost caught up!!!
Still haven’t really slept. Popped open a can of jalapeños I picked up at the airport at around 3 something AM
to snack on, cuz…hell, I was bored and that was the only thing I had at my disposal.
I think it cranked a bit of energy in me…
cuz I was basically up all night.
May have caught 30 mins of sleep at around 6 something…

then up again at 7AM.

Fun times.

Ah well.

No sleep = get shit done

Works for me.


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Goodbye FPO…hello EWR!!!

The boys.

Church across from the beach at Smith’s Point.

Beata and the doggies.

Monkeyin’ around in da backseat.
See, minivans CAN be fun!

I should check my mail more often.
$0.70!!!! That’s almost 3 blowpops!

Bedtime reading.

Still there honey!

“SHOCKING” I know…

Had to stop and snap this ad.
“No one??”


Right. Gonna TRY and get some sleep.
Over and out…possibly?

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Posted by on February 27, 2012 in Photography, Pictures, Travel


Special Deliveries and Private Planes

I’ve basically been nonstop since I woke up in Jersey 10am on Sunday.
It’s now 10:30pm…MONDAY!
(Here in Holland)

Brain’s all a mush and I need to finally hit the sack.
Had a crazy packed weekend filled with adventures and mini roadtrips.
Pics tomorrow.


As promised.
A bottle of Añejo for my girl Desda.

Made it safe and sound.

I was scared as shit packing a bottle of alcohol in my luggage, so made sure she was wrapped
up GOOD!!!! 4 trash bags.

Backup plan in case of break and spillage.

Who needs to charter a plane anymore?
My Continental flight from Freeport to Ft Lauderdale.
Packed, huh?

Since I had my choice, I plopped my ass right in da back.

Night night folk. Tomorrow’s another day to attack…
need to make sure I’m full rested and ready.


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Posted by on February 27, 2012 in Alcohol & Drugs, Travel