How is that?

Food

2011-09-05T18:26:00.004-04:00

I'm an HR Manager. I have to deal with and talk to people all day long. BOO hooo my work sucks and customers yell at me. Booo Hooo I have to work on the weekend. WAH WAH WAH!

Food doesn't talk back to me...I manipulate it into exactly what it wants and has the potential to be.

For example...taking Ripe Nectarines and Limes and making it into this:

Do these Nectarines look like they protested at any point when I was slicing them evenly and laying them gently across the lime curd? DO you think they didn't want to be brushed with a perfect complement of Peach Butter to make them shine and glisten atop this dreamy tart? NO. BECAUSE THEY KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR THEM!

Ok. Enough. I'm off to chop onions now. They don't stand a chance against my santoku knife.

Soneto XVII

2009-01-03T21:03:00.002-04:00

I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom

and carrieshidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body

lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-Pablo Neruda

A Case of You

2008-12-21T22:44:00.006-04:00

Just before our love got lost you said

I am as constant as a northern star

And I said, constant in the darkness

Wheres that at?

If you want me Ill be in the bar

I remember that time that you told me, you said

Love is touching souls

Surely you touched mine

Cause part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine

Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you

I could drink a case of you darling

And I would still be on my feet

Oh Id still be on my feet

-Joni Mitchell

Once again...the musical life takes a turn towards the subtle, quiet lyrics full of longing, set in a small cafe under rings of smoke.

I really wish I could believe the whole "it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all" kitschy phrase we've all been fed our entire lives.

But I can't.

The only thing that is better is to have loved and to continue loving and having. The losing part is extremely overrated.

I Continually ask myself if three weeks of utter bliss are really worth the coming months of sadness and the lengthy healing process which will inevitably ensue. I still do not have an answer to that question.

As much as I have tried to wrap my head around all of this and understand, my mind does not yet have the ability to comprehend such a contradiction. Honesty or no honesty, a matter of timing or not...I don't or better yet... I refuse to understand.

Los Amantes

2008-09-14T23:49:00.002-04:00

Mientras caminas
por bosques y parques
sólo por besar tus pies

el otoño desnuda sus árboles
sólo por besar tus pies.
El te ama como yo
con ojos infinitosy como yo
también quisieradesnudarte de otoño.

Nosotros los amantes
sobre nosotros
la lluvia y el amorla lluvia sin cesar
sin cesar el amor
sobre nosotros
la lluvia que como el amor
humedece a los amantes.

-Susana Baca

I´m Getting Old...

2008-01-09T02:28:00.000-04:00

Honestly..I dont even have a song thought out for an entry in a blog that I haven´t written in for over a year. So Sue me.

Fact of the matter is...I wanted to write, because..I´m getting old.

I know..I know..it sounds so tragic, as if I just turned 95 or something..but bear with me here..There is no longer this bright golden sheen to my complexion, when my skin had yet to meet the hazzards of smoking and the shadows under my eyes had not yet joined forces with the dark underworld of insomnia..

...........................Regardless. I still feel young and I will continue to party with the best of them. Maybe not untill 4 am. Maybe just untill 2.

OK so hypothetically speaking..Im an adult now..right? I no longer have the safe warm blanket of college around my shoulders to excuse my late nights and reckless behaviour. I can no longer say..Hey I can do that..I´m in college, its allowed. Thats what all americans say to make ourselves feel better about the Boys and Girls Gone Wild episodes of our lives.

ITS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now What? The only song I can come up with which is appropriate and fuck, it even makes me a bit nostalgic given the direction this post took on:

Happy Birthday TO Me..
Happy Birthday To Me..
Im getting to be an old crazy fart reaching a pre mid life crisis.......
Happy Birthday To ME!!!!

L-O-V-E

2007-02-24T11:47:00.000-04:00

Ok its coming a little late...but in honor to that holiday we celebrated a few weeks ago I have a little song to sing.

L..is for the way you look at mee!

O..is for the only one I see!

V...is veryyy veeery..extraordinary!!

E...is even more than anyone that you adore can!!

LOVE..is all that I can give tooo you!!!!!!!

As you can see..it was all about love this valentines day!!! Actually I changed the name to Being Single and Fabulous Day..why the hell not?

But when you think about it lets do a recount. Last valentines day I got a huge bucket of expensive chocolate, a stuffed animal and a card.

I downed all the chocolate with my buddies, the stuffed animal is in the city dumps and the bucket is now on my table filled with ice.

My friends...forget about it..they made this day so much better!

THIS valentines day I have all these wonderful memories!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I rest my case.

Love is all that I can give to you

Love is more than just a game for two

Two in love can make it

Take my heart and please don't break it

Love was made for me and you!!!

Tertulia en el Colmado

2006-11-20T19:23:00.000-04:00

Tertulia:
"Es una reunión, informal y periódica, de gente interesada en un tema o en una rama concreta del arte o de la ciencia, para debatir, informarse o compartir ideas y opiniones. Por lo general la reunión tiene lugar en un café o cafetería, y suelen participar en ellas personas del ámbito intelectual."
-Wikipedia, La enciclopedia libre.

En este caso, la tertulia semanal a la que asisto se realiza en el colmado J&M de la bella urbanización de La Lotería, en Santiago de los 30 (*cough*) Caballeros. En la esquina de mi casa.
Usualmente, alrededor de los Viernes, se reunen en el colmado los chicos del barrio y tambien aquellos que una vez eran del barrio y no logran dejarlo realmente. Están todos en todo su esplendor, desde aquel que se casó hace dos meses pero no puede por nada del mundo apartarse de sus panas, hasta mi fan #1 de Karaoke los miércoles (esa es otra historia).
Hemos pasado por varios temas, desde discusiones de géneros, hasta la monogamia, entre otras cosas.

El tema de este viernes: Los Condones.

Qué opinan de las mujeres que los poseen? Que opinan de aquellas que ni siquiera saben bien como funciona uno? Historias ilícitas de momentos de pasión donde "no hubo tiempo para encontrar uno" se intercambiaban velozmente esa noche. "Mielda viejo el susto que paso yo cuando oí lo que era esa jeva...Cuando vi el NEGATIVO casi me muero del alivio"

El consenso general masculino indicaba que la gran mayoría de los hombres les tienen menos respeto a aquellas mujeres que poseen dichos salvavidas. Dicen..."OH Y PORQUE carajo ella debe tener? Eso significa que es frecuente en la práctica."
Pero no que la mujer moderna debe ser precavida e independiente? Entonces? Seguimos en lo mismo.
Esta tertulia colmadera se va poniendo buena.

Come and See..I swear By Now Im Playing Time..

2006-11-01T11:35:00.000-04:00

I will go in this way But I'll find my own way outI wont tell you what to be But Im coming to much more....Me

Im only this far And only tomorrow leads my way...

-Dave Matthews Band..#41

Wow.

Someone lifted me up and blew a hot breath of life into my limbs...It's like going from 0 to 60 in 2 seconds.

It used to be that writing only flowed from my veins when I was upset..or depressed or anguished...Or in any case just plain LAZY. I have been wrought through every emotion in my body...It has been a trip to hell and back these past months..Discovering things I knew where there, things I didnt know I knew where there..and things I always knew and never admitted to knowing where there. (Does that make any sense?)

I decided to change my blog...to get rid of the black background..because I feel that my writing does not need to be dark to be good. Misery did produce some awesome material..but let's see how it goes now....with a lighter approach to things.

My intensity is still here. I am still the distressed complicated musical being of dark and light that I have constructed over time...But lets just say that the space between these two shades is alot less drastic.

25

2006-03-30T15:36:00.000-04:00

Ok...In response to that damn long post that Clo sent..Here are 25 of the things that make me happy, in no specific order..

1)Seeing my mom crack up with my retarded jokes.
2)Hearing my nephew Lucas talk on the phone with me (although I barely understand him)

3)Sunsets
4)Coffee and a cigarette in the morning before brushing my teeth.
5)Traveling
6)Proving people wrong when they underestimate me.
7)Music
8)Beaches
9)Laying down in fresh sheets
10)Drinking wine with wine geeks
11)Laying in my yard at 2 am looking up at the stars
12)Walking around aimlessly in New York
13)Having a friend come over just to talk crap
14)Sex
15)Talking to my siblings (especially la rubia mala esa)
16)Having an interesting conversation with a perfect stranger
17)Cool breezes
18)Seeing my dog Patty go crazy when I get home on the weekends
19)My tattoo
20)Doing crossword puzzles with my dad at 1 am
21)Laughing untill I snort and tears come out of my eyes
22)Hot Showers
23)Going to the gym
24)Dancing untill my feet hurt
25)Writing crazy shit in my blog!

25 of the things that make me happy...I wonder what those 25 things will be in a few years? Happiness is so completely changing and relative..

Me Publico Completa, Me espero Mejorable

2006-03-22T22:18:00.000-04:00

Quizás sea inoportuno
o acaso delirante.
Soy de tantas maneras
como gente pretenda
nomás calificarme.
-Silvio Rodriguez- Tocando Fondo

En honor al rey de los trovadores que visitará nuestro país en el mes siguiente, empiezo este post con una de sus canciones mas queridas por mi.. Tocando Fondo
En realidad..no siento que estoy en una etapa de estar Tocando Fondo ahora mismo..Pero a diario recuerdo aquellas épocas donde sí lo hacía..
Gloriosamente..eso quedó atras..y ahora estoy en la etapa de acceptación y de..go with the flow..

Soy una persona que se complica mucho mas de lo que debería, y sobre-analiza hasta el pasar de un mosquito. Me encantan las sorpresas aunque nunca lo admita y soy romántica empedernida aunque me disfrace de fria y distante.
Me gusta encerrarme en mi mente y pensar...filosofar sobre el mundo, sobre las personas, sobre mi. Me gusta saber un poco de cada cosa..
Soy insegura, mal pensada, exagerada y ñoña, aunque ante la vida me vista de armadura.
Dudo de mis propias capacidades, pero me empujo a veces más allá de lo que yo misma espero.
Soy egocéntrica y celosa, compensando esto con una preocupación y atención masiva a los problemas de los demás en los que pueda ayudar.
Nunca estoy conforme con mi peso ni con mi cuerpo pero prefiero transmitir vanidad y sex appeal.

Por otro lado..Me considero buena amiga..he sabido dejar todo a un lado por estar ahi para mis amigos. Tengo buen oido para la musica y una percepción fenomenal del bien y del mal.
Amo a mis padres mas que a mi vida y me desvivo por verlos reir.
Amo la vida aunque la maldiga y respiro el rocío de la mañana siempre dando Gracias a Dios por permitirme otro día.
Soy amante de la noche, de las conversaciones fructíferas y de todo aquello que aumente mis conocimientos.
Soy Gabriela..un chowfan de virtudes y defectos.

Me declaro imperfecta..
me detesto probable.
Si uno no se desnuda
se transfigura en reto
todo lo desnudable

Good Riddance..

2006-03-16T14:14:00.000-04:00

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
-Green Day..Time of your Life

ANd as always..a song could not have said it better..and this is the most adequate one..

The affair has ended...No more exciting escapades around town.
No more stolen kisses or late nite messaging..
No more waking up with a warm body close by..

BUT
THis is all for the best and I am actually happy about it.
It was so much fun...and so great..but even great things must end.

What have we learned from all this?
-Que una aventura es mas bonita cuando no miramos el tiempo en el reloj.
-That there are still interesting people out there to meet..
-That my libido still works (lol)
-That my heart isnt closed for business..
-That sneaking around can be fun.
-And finally and most important...that I know now what I want and what I deserve.

So...was it worth it??? 100%. No therapy could have given me the thrills this whole affair bought to my soul. It's over..so what? Life moves on..and so will I.

Insomnia

2006-03-01T03:20:00.000-04:00

Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle, fight dark forces
In the clear moon light
Without fear... insomnia
I can't get no sleep

I don't think Faithless could have sung this any better..
Here I have a a little something in ode to that which has become my best friend and enemy all at once..I wrote this somewhere in the midst of 3 am on one of my sleepless nights...

Infinite cups of tea..endless sheep have come to fail
I have tried to sleep..everytime to no avail..
Sipping and counting in fits of spite..
I toss and turn in the unforgiving hands of night..

My tongue awaiting that forgiving caress
I taste the moon with no success..
I lay..patiently waiting for a quiet escape..
my eyes never resting..my mouth agape.

The hours crash by as waves on the sea..
the night carries on..always without me...

Instead of insomnia why cant it be a warm body next to me keeping me awake?
Why does it have to be this unforgiving RELUCTANCE to fall asleep..
At least it gives me a muse..an inspiration to write...

MY Five Things

2006-02-16T23:26:00.000-04:00

Did I make me up
Or make the face ’til it stuck?
I do the best imitation of myself
-Ben Folds Five..Best Imitation of Myself

Rose..in honor to your post, here go my five habits (be them good or bad..but they just ARE)

1) Al levantarme..hasta con los ojos cerrados cuelo una greca de cafe, me siento en mi balcon y me la bebo sorbo a delicioso sorbo con un cigarrillito. (yes..bad habit I know)..pero es mi ritual mañanero.

2) A couple of times a day..I have to sit still, alone..and think about sex. HAHAHAHAHA. De verdad..Remembering that there is something SOOOOO good in life and so attainable picks my mood up. Im not a nympho. Im just..sensually oriented. Lol.

3) Cuando me baño, me sazono de pies a cabeza. I LOVE CREAM. Body lotion, de todos los sabores y olores..tengo que encremarme..It makes me feel soft and sensual and and olorosa y que se yo. ME ENCANTA.

4) EN mi apartamento siempre debe haber musica. Sino..que sería de la vida musical de Gabi? Busco siempre canciones para narrar la historia de mi vida..la musica es mi passion y mi delirio.

5) Finalmente, al menos una vez al dia..tengo que llamar a Doña P. (my mom) y decirle que la quiero..Esa mujer es la fuerza centrífuga de mi vida. Es mi mayor apoyo, mi razon de ser y de querer ser. No vivo con ella..pero su presencia en este mundo me motiva y desmotiva a hacer muchas cosas..

Those are only FIVE of my habitual things...Anyone remember more?

Una Aventura

2006-02-09T18:17:00.000-04:00

Una aventura, es mas bonita
Si no miramos el tiempo en el reloj
Una aventura, es mas bonita
Cuando escapamos solos tu y yo

Who would have said it...I have been swept away into a sea of stolen kisses and late nite messages..
He is an adventure in himself..and has invited me into this mysterious affair, which I have happily accepted.
I dont know what Im doing..or how long this is going to last..but it feels wonderful. It's like something woke up inside me...

His touch leaves a trail of shivers down my back
And his voice in my ear
is the spark that gave way to my desire.
You came looking for what other arms lack.

I dare whisper your name
it is better kept unsaid.

With a mix of charm..laughter and sweet kisses..I have sealed my fate and my walk into this adventure..

But at the same time...En Que me he metido?

Un Dulce Palpito..La Clave Intima

2006-01-26T13:18:00.000-04:00

Ya nada puede impedir En mi fragilidad
Es el curso de las cosas
Oh mi corazon se vuelve delator
Se abren mis esposas

There is something in me that is still alive. Not that it pumps blood into my veins, or keeps my body functioning. Its not the fact that its one of the most vital organs...Deep in its recesses...there is still a part working, that has long been overshadowed by another organ that I wish would SHUT THE HELL UP once in a while.

Whoever said that the brain is the center of the emotions obviously has never been through depression or heartache or has lost or gazed into the eyes of a loved one.

How else can I explain the swelling in my chest when I look at my nephew Lucas?
Id like to know why when I fucking cry..I feel like my chest is caving in?
OR when I go to sleep at night..Why does its beat rumble so loud in fast in my ears as if it were going to chase after whatever Im dreaming about?

Yes...for better or for worse..It still works. I am content with knowing that.

2006..Sweet Surrender

2006-01-23T13:20:00.000-04:00

And sweet
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give

New Year...New Beginnings. At least thats what we all want to think everytime a new event has begun. I can tell this year is going to be full of unexpected twists and turns...just by looking at the way it started out.
You need a change of air..Im flying you up to NYC for 10 days.
Those were the words of my lovely sister Keila...And they marked the beginning of 2006.

So basically in pictures I can recreate my December-January 2006 trip:

Yes..I drank and danced the nights away, shopped untill my heels were begging for mercy, visited a few friends..was wined and dined..But the culmination of my trip..was what I did for my birthday:

Freedom From Fear

Those are the words I had forged in sanskrit (the first language of the world) into my skin on my 22nd birthday.

Freedom from Fear of what?
-Of allowing myself to take risks
-Of confronting responsibility for the decisions I make.
-Of letting my fingers and my crazy mind take control of this blog.
-Of the unexpected -Of giving myself another chance.
-Of letting people climb the walls Ive built.
-Of what other mindless people have to say about me.
-Of falling in love

We spend so much time...so much wasted time..fearing consequences, fearing everything life has to offer. What a big crock of bullshit.
Yo no estoy diciendo que esta actitud cambia de un dia para otro...ese miedo lo llevamos tan incrustados en nuestras conciencias que no nos permite degustar de las delicias que nos ofrecen todos los dias de la vida.. Pero por algun lado hay que comenzar.
I wish everyone who takes a few minutes of their lives to read my neurotic blog, a year 2006 free from whatever it is they fear.
And please..cuentenme...que cosa tan insignificante y mundana temen ustedes?

F*CK 2005

2005-12-13T04:02:00.000-04:00

First of all, Gracias Kiki por la idea, tenia writers block, pero me inspire en tu idea *lo siento*, algo larguito so bear with me..pero quiero compensarles..

Ok Lets see...2005 has been a very exciting year. Many things have happened..and nonetheless I feel like I am back at the same exact place I started from.

January...I started to get involved in CERTAIN physical activities for the first time...Yeah yeah Im a late bloomer..SO WHAT?! F*ck YOU! Actually no, F*ck Me! muaaahahahaha OH yeah..And my birthday ROCKED.

March...Viene Semana Santa. We laughed, drank, ate and danced on fascination street in JArabacoa...it was a blast.

April...Red Party at Clos...many nights out being social and what not. Thats what normal people do isnt it?

May..One of the most awesome parties..Erick Morillo at caribbean sun....this year just keeps getting better and better doesnt it..

June..OH WHAT A DAMN GREAT MONTH!!!! I joined the dominican workforce and moved to another *although somewhat bigger* crappy apartment. SO NOW I have a job, and I have to pay rent at a place I dont even like. IT sucks to be an adult. I wanna be 5.

July, August, September, October, November....What did I do? Party, drink, go to school, work, rinse, repeat. Best thing I got out of these months was meeting these great people in Stgo. You know who you are, I love you guys! Especially YOU, yeah, YOU. OOH and Keilas wedding...my beautiful sister...This rocked.

Ok..End of the year..DECEMBER!!! F*CK YOU!!!!!!!!!
So many things have happened this year but I feel nothing has happened at all. Sure, there were many parties, and many *ehem* sleepless nights..But...why then do I face myself going to therapy once more..I have a condition..

And Also!! This was sweet...
"Yo tenia tu contrato en la mano pero despues de hoy solo te digo, BUSCA donde vivir"PO nah...
Lets celebrate, my first landlady kickin me out...WOO HOO.

So to sum up...
I partied and drank and by the way got excellent grades in college..but Im going to therapy, got kicked out of my apartment, gained like 10 pounds AND am not even doing what I started out doing this year...
*Sigh* FUCK 2005.
Songs for this year???
Fito Paez- La Despedida..
Tengo que correr, tienes que correr a toda velocidad
a toda velocidad ...

Tres Años de Volverme una PUPU

2005-12-07T10:40:00.000-04:00

Hoy Dia 7 de Diciembre, hace 3 años, nacio lo mas bello que ha llegado a mi vida:

LUCAS ANTONIO BATISTA

This is my nephew. This is my church. This is where I heal my wounds.

I do not have words to express how much I love this human being. Its absolutely ridiculous.

Witnesses can verify it, me vuelvo una soberana PUPU cuando hablo o veo fotos de Lucas.

I`m always the tough one, the one that doesnt cry, that believes that everyone is evil untill they prove me wrong. EVERYTHING that I so firmly state and affirm, turns to PUPU when I think about this child.

Lucas es el primer niño en mi pequeña familia estilo Brady Bunch. 5 hermanos, 3 de padre, 1 de madre y yo la unica de los dos. Todos se matan entre si, y yo como el ombligo en la familia, en el MISMO MEDIO. Llega Lucas...se aquietan las aguas, todos se reunen alrededor de la camita en el hospital, y suspiran cuando lo ven meterse los dos deditos del medio en la boca, maña que conserva hasta ahora, sus 3 años de edad. I think hes going to have the personality of his Dad, my brother. He`s a hell of a funny guy. What do you think?

Anyways, thats enough mushiness for today. I just wanted the world to know that like all "superheroes", I have my weak point too. This is it.

El Origami Degenerado Parte II

2005-10-13T23:00:00.000-04:00

I have to say...the fact that my friends rack their brains trying to come up with crazy nicknames for me makes my day..

It was not enough to leave it at El Origami Degenerado... NO.

You can imagine the kind of friends I have, that they call me the Granny of the group. ME?!?! Of all People!!!! The one that has a reputation for breaking in new tabletops in bars across the country. ME!!! The one that organizes the romino parties , the strip dominoes (lets not even go there). ME!!!
Why? Porque yo soy la primera siempre en saca pie, deja a toel mundo ahi hasta en mi casa e irme a acostar. Oigan ESO!
I dont give a f*ck! Im not gonna be lying upon my desk all hungover the next morning with my head the size of a melon and my stomach in knots. (Although, been there, done that)

SO

All of the factors above have earned me the nick name of...

= Origranny Degenerado. =

Me.

Lovely....

El Origami Degenerado

2005-10-10T12:02:00.000-04:00

Does everybody know what origami is?
Its an old art of folding paper into these "extraordinary" figures. They can make ANYTHING into origami...ITS FASCINATING..I can barely contain my excitement as I write about it.
*Sigh*

So anyway..you might ask..What the hell does origami have to do with me? Allow me to explain.

I get together with my domino buddies, and we're sitting at my house, playing, watching a movie. My apt is tiny, and there were a few of us, so one of them (the beloved El Morfa) gets up to use the bathroom, me cruza por encima, donde yo me encuentro obligada a hacer acrobacia para que el pase, y le digo...VIEJO pero y QUE EH? Me va pone como un origami ahora??
Ay pa que fue eso....

Everybody starts cracking up...EL ORIGAMI EL ORIGAMI....no me dejaron en paz...la noche entera: Callate que lo origami no hablan. Ey Lo origami no juegan domino tampoco.

Sheesh.

Ahora..los que me conocen..saben que tengo una mente...eh...how do I say it...uhmm....
Sumamente Morbosa.

Yeah..I know its not ladylike...but oh well..
So my friends, no se contentaron con simplemente llamarme el origami.
Nooooooooooo. Thats too simple.

Soy el Origami Degenerado.
Lovely.

Thats Me ---------------------}

Selling the Drama

2005-10-03T00:05:00.000-04:00

and to love: a god and to fear: a flame
and to burn a crowd that has a name
and to right or wrong and to meek or strong
it is known, just scream it from the wall
-Live, Selling the Drama

I dont want everyone to think that all I do in my free time is sit and moan and complain about my life..because that is not the case.
Between all the whining I do have a life and I Go out and do normal things and party without giving a second thought to all the drama...And let me say..some of that drama is HYSTERICAL..
I was out on friday with my guys (El Ogro, el negro y evander)
and I was victim of the WORST pickup line EVER. It came from someone Ive seen very few times..
"Mi amor dame tu telefono"
"No viejo, yo tengo el tuyo..."
"Ah bueno..pues conservalo..que yo salgo bueno..a mi me guta mucho rap*r"

BUAJAJAJAJJAJAJJAJAJAJJAJAJJAJA

SEÑORES DE POR DIOS!!!!!!!

I understand that sex is great and its something most people would want to have like on a daily basis (those lucky bastards that do..)
BUT SERIOUSLY....who would that line work on????
No me costo mas remedio que reirme..imaginate...Hay que tener MUCHOS cojones para saltar con una asi....

Everyday I make my friend Taisha's day with my drama..Most of it is boo hoo so sad I wanna puke...but alot of it...keeps me and her laughing when I have nothing to laugh at.
Ive gotta learn to sell my drama..alot of it is not worth keeping!

Compartan..epliquenme si han oido un un pick up line peor que ese..pq yo no lo creo...

Tired Of Me

2005-10-01T04:51:00.000-04:00

You say..hold on to the reigns..I say let them go tonight..
My brain wavesConfused between what is and ain’t...
Tired of the water...Tired of the wine..Tired of the future..
Tired of Time..
Live- Tired Of ME
This is me......
Im so tired...of everything..
Im tired of working, of college, of being dissapointed, of waiting, of hoping, of trying, of dying..
Im tired of waiting for a second chance
Im tired of trying to project something
Im tired of drinking
Im tired of smoking
Im tired of going to bed late and falling asleep in class
Im tired of my job
Im tired of illusions
Im tired of disillusions
Im tired of being scared
Im tired of procrastinating
Im tired listening to emptiness
Im tired of mental dualities
Im tired of smiling
Im tired of being me..I need a vacation from myself.

I've been lying here holding the grass in its place,
Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,
Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet,
Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.
I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud,
Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,
Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes,
Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.
I've been supervising the work of the ants
And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants,
Calling the fish to swim into my nets,
And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths,
And I'm TIRED!
-Shel Silverstein (my favorite poet)

Y Vuelveeeee la Vida Musical de Gabi

2005-09-26T10:28:00.000-04:00

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
-Green Day...Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Ok..I have been so negligent its not even funny...Yo no se que vaina eh pero
me da un trabajaso sentame a ecribi en ete bló. PERO AHI VA!!!
For better or for worse..Im in a completely different place in my life right now..Its like someone bitchslapped me and sent me naked into Siberia (thats a really weird comparison I know..)
In less than a few months Ive found myself with a job, bills, responsabilities that I didnt even want to know about...MIelda NO me puedo ir de bonche, eta semana toca paga la lu! No puedo comprame eso zapato, el 1ero toca la renta..
WHATS HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!! (cue the screechy horror music)

Señore eto de se gente grande no eh facil.....Y mas cuando realmente no quieres acceptarle and youre still clinging on to your old self for dear life. Im gonna post some before and after pictures, a ver que me dicen.

Ahora, en serio..I want to HOLLA at my BITCHES and PIMPS that I have neglected..
CLo: Yo siempre creo que te cuento to lo k me paso y termino no contandote nah, parece k nuestra relacion ta en una etapa de Alzheimers..lo siento vieja..de velda. Pero no eh pq yo kiera..you know youre my half a lime. :**
KIKA: Han pasao 3049281038409 de cosa en la vida de las dos ultimamente y no hemos podido hablar...pero mire mi hermana...las palabras estan demas. En nuestro caso, nuestra relacion esta algo autista...pero nah, pronto pronto..tu sabe que tu ere un moro aparte. :***
YORCH: Viejito, te dije que tarde o temprano me iba a inspirar..Ive had like a 3 year case of writer`s block...pero viene bloooooooog...Gimme some support, youre Mr. Blog 2005 MUA!
A los pocos fans de mi blog: Preparense...que me toy por inspirar...Stay tuned..i have tons of neurotic rambling to do...

The day the world shit on me

2005-06-16T19:59:00.000-04:00

WELL
I think everyone can relate to me, we've all had a day where the world decides to sit on it's sadistic golden toilet and crap on its victim of preference..
SO I wake up this morning, PLANNING to cook something for lunch but my stove was on strike and only one burner was working..so..NO LUNCH.
When I board the public transportation I thought things were looking up since the driver decided to take a shortcut, allowing me to get to work faster....HA HA says the world, wait till the day progresses..
I arrive at my office to discover that NO, they have not done anything concerning my office supplies, A.K.A. I have no phone, no computer, no pens, no pencils, NOTHING. I rue the day I decided to work at a brand new company....Minutes tick, I make a few "important" phone calls from the phone thats about a mile away from my desk..And then proceed to sit and look pretty the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, I keep calling the sommabitch thats supposed to install the air conditioning...and He is NOWHERE to be found, probably looking at his caller id and avoiding my calls..
To make a long story short.....a couple of cigarette breaks and gallons of sweat later, I counted 27 people in the minibus on my way home which SHOULD take me 20 mins but took an hour. It was raining, there was no electricity and no water in my house.
I wonder what tommorow will be like.

Madrigal

2005-06-10T03:01:00.000-04:00

"Yo a tu lado no siento las horas que van con el tiempo..ni me acuerdo que llevo en mi pecho una herida mortal..Yo contigo no siento el sonar de la lluvia ni el viento..pq llevo tu a mor en mi pecho como un madrigal.."

So Im sitting here..and this song comes on...which brings me such sweeet memories...Of me at a time when innocence was still around..Sitting by my Dads feet watching him and hearing him speak with my Godfather over their glasses of Black Label.

Sweetness being something I feel has been dying in my vocabulary....I'd like to make a small list of those things that every now and then conjure up that scarce and missed feeling...

-The image of my nephew Lucas falling asleep on my chest

- My brother Robert calling to say..Dimelo sucia..because thats the way he expresses the fact that he misses me.

-When my Dad calls me silly mushy nick names

-The way my mom calls me 2309283290 times a day just to say whats up, and no matter how much I say: TU SI JODE, she always manages to say I love you.

God..I wish I could sit and appreciate more of that in my life...You know how time passes and you turn cold..and things change so much and shift out of perspective and you forget who you were and how simple things were? I wish I knew how to handle it.

Sweetness...*sigh*

Greetings from The South

2005-05-24T23:18:00.000-04:00

SO...Im here in South AMerica...in Guayaquil Ecuador to be exact..and wow..Que belloooooo es aquiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...AHora tengo que aclarar que no hay nada como Rep. Dom. pero realmente esto esta hermoso. Quito, que ciudad mas impresionante, entre montañas..limpio como no he visto nada, fresco, moderno..wow.
Aqui en Guayaquil, I was sitting at this little place called Fashion Cafe drinking a martini and listening to morcheeba. Seriously, the world is a small place after all; I felt like Iwas in NYC again. It was absolutely Lovely..
The best part of my trip Id have to say was sitting at this Virgen beach called Punto Cayo or something. BELLOOOOO I shall post pics soon. It looked like something out of a magazine, or something like in that movie Y TU Mama Tambien. AWESOME.
*sigh*
All this said.
Im ready to go home :P

Feels like Home..

2005-04-28T02:12:00.000-04:00

"And I thank you..for bringing me here..for showing me home...finally I found that I belong here...."
Ey...realmente pase un rato super agradable. I did something unconventional y me sente en el monumento con unos panas a hablar donkeyfeathers y a beber vino. Mieh...que apero se sintio eso, asi viendo todas las luces de santiago y filosofando..
I'm on vacation. Im oficially a lazy ass bum. And I dont know what to do with myself now...I still think I have to get up and read a book or write a report or analyze something...BUT I DONT! :D
It was a shitty day..but It had a nice end :) Things arent as dark and excruciating as I thought..

Here is a Song from the wrong side of town...

2005-04-11T16:04:00.000-04:00

So I was thinking today..(yes I actually was) about what a big freakin deal music is in my life..
And it is a BIG deal... Puedo relacionar cualquier situacion de mi vida, cualquier persona, cualquier relacion, cualquier momento con alguna cancion.

oh now feel it comin' back again like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again I can feel it ---Live

Asi mismo me siento...como que el centro de la tierra me jala en diferentes direcciones..y vienen las nubes y los truenos y el viento sobre mi....Simplemente la tempested que hay en mi mente..
It's not that I feel bad...Im just in a kind of Limbo state...Don't know whats real, where Im standing, whats going on? This is where music comes in...Como que le da una cierta perspectiva y un balance a todo...
Today I'm listening to music that I consider auditive orgasms: Live, Dave Matthews, Pearl Jam, Ryan Adams, Depeche Mode etc..
Todos estos son de la mejor calidad...y justamente creo que eso es lo que le esta faltando a mi vida..calidad en muchos aspectos..
I do alot..but it's better to have quality and not quantity in what you do...

I see the world, feel the chill Which way to go, windowsill
I see the world's on a rocking horse of timeI see the birds in the rain
I'll ride the wave where it takes me...I'll hold the pain...Release me... ---Pearl Jam

Mi Ley

2005-03-23T02:21:00.000-04:00

Dice Beto Cuevas:
Ya nada me ilumina ... Se cierran las ventanas por mi ley
Y aunque intente pretender no ver.. Lamentado estoy aquí
Horas y horas... Sin poder gritar
Por mas que trato.... Más me cuesta

Yo creo que le pase los lyrics de esa cancion a el. Straight from the recesses of my mind..
Me refiero a MI ley. A mi ley estupida y necia de alejar a todos los especimenes que se me acercan. Look at that, I cant even refer to them as something other than weird creatures.
Ok, so lets say I decide to, HEY cut myself some slack, vamo a dale un chance a ALGUIEN....POOF there I come with my attitude and my contradictions y quedo borrado del mapa.
Yo lo que toy eh loca, mi mai que si.
Pero nah, yo me pregunto si habra alguna asociacion como Alcoholicos Anonimos para gente como yo, so I can stand up and say: Hello, my name is Gabriela, and Im addicted to not letting anyone get close to me :)
What would it be called? Paranoicos Anonimos? Yonoquierosabedenadie Anonimos?
Que chipeo hehehehehehehehe... Me FUI en Una!

Cerati, Cerveza y Centro Leon

2005-03-19T01:09:00.000-04:00

Hoy pase uno de los ratos mas aperos de este año. Me sente con mis panas Izzy y Julio a ver el DVD del Concierto de 11 Episodios Sinfonicos de Cerati en el Centro Leon aqui en santiago. I got goosebumps...God bless that man. Me he sentado miles de veces a oir ese cd pero nunca me imagine la diferencia al VERLO! Cuanta arrogancia, cuanto ego...que grande es saber que se es un genio!!! Cuanta pasion emitía el conductor, mientras que e !@#$%$ de Cerati simplemente miraba al publico de reojo, perdido...lejos...se iba en una..
You've gotta love and appreciate genius.
During all this..yo me fui en una no, en VARIAS..I felt like I was sitting in central park in NYC watching a movie...It was magical. The moon was halfway in the sky, and the cellos and clarinets and the horns in the background......*sigh*
See? There is a sentimental side to me, at least concerning music.
P.D.
Las pequeñas tan a $25 en el centro leon....LOVELY!

2005-03-10T21:52:00.000-04:00

Me in one of my many interests..No Im not a stripper ok...haha

2005-03-10T21:48:00.000-04:00

US! La segunda, la telcio (yo) y la primera. Two of my best lady friends :)

How is That?

2005-03-10T20:40:00.000-04:00

Maybe its because I study psychology..But I always ask myself....Como asi? HOW is that?
Hence, the name of my blogspot. Como asi? es un dia en la vida mia. Cuestionando todo. Sometimes I feel like a two year old...Mamiiii porque???? Que eh esooo? hehehe..
But anyway...me van a tener que excusar el spanglish, pero eso eh un fallo de mi sistema. I think in iiiiingliiish and translate everything. Que mangú cerebral....
So, How is it that I created a Blogspot? Puro y sincero aburrimiento, buscando YET ANOTHER way to express myself..
Lovely.