EAVESDROP, I DID

One night, while waiting outside the movie theater for a couple of friends, I was reading and minding my own business, sort of. You see, sometimes people around you in public spaces are most likely having conversations, which could be really boring, or provided limited context they could turn out to be quite intriguing. OK, eavesdropping isn’t right, but given that you’re within hearing distances this could become hard to avoid.

So, back to waiting for friends at the movies, I was reading by the steps when a car pulls over in front of me, and some guy gets off, speaking on his cell to somebody and the first thing I hear him say was something like “No, they need to be evacuated immediately... use the helicopter for that…” as he opens the back door of the car to let his girlfriend/ wife out of it. In my mind thoughts like “Is there something really bad going on somewhere that evacuation where aerial means are necessary? Where? Why?” And in an involuntary move, I must admit, I followed them to the ticket stand to see if I could hear something more. I was intrigued.

Anyway, my friends arrived and the whole thing was put behind. Still, I will wonder not only what had happened that this man would be giving such orders to someone on his cell, but how he could just sort of shrug it off and go watch a movie when apparently (and I mean ‘apparently’ because of course I had no context to work with) he might have been needed in what sounded like an emergency.

So, what can a girl do? Invent reasons of what was going on:

a)      The guy was on a first date, so he probably had a friend call him and stage a situation in which he could impress his date. He would seem important and also humanitarian. And rich because he has a helicopter.

b)      He was speaking in code. 'Evacuated' meant dancing, 'immediately' meant 'boogy oogy', and helicopter was just a very compelling dance move.

c)       He was talking to his son and it was an intensive game of GI JOE and the nanny wasn't cooperating.

RANDOM THOUGHTS #1 & #2

Sure enough, you have experienced random thoughts that seem unworthy of digging deeper into and much less stop everything and analyze them. A normal person would just let them float ephemerally in their brain and then move on to more important issues. But, you guessed it, I’m nothing if not weird and I lose myself in these trivial notions in which I contemplate how feasible they might be, however unrealistic they are at first.

For purposes of this blog, I decided to write them down and deliberate about each subject on my own, and then share with you what I have come up with, starting with these two awesome ideas my medulla oblongata stumbled upon a few days ago.

*Disclaimer: Please, do not send me to the loony bin after reading this. Thank you so much.

Random Thought #1

“The Walking Dead: The Musical”

As you might already know, I ponder about the zombie issue a lot, so this thought is only logical since I do have varied interests, and if you could humor me and imagine the level of entertainment this would be. I can see the main characters of this comic and TV series running away from zombies and then, suddenly everything turns dark and a spotlight centers on the leading actor as he breaks into a song conveying his pain and hardship as he becomes conscious of the fact that this is all that’s left in the world, without realizing that the zombies are gaining up on him and his family.

I would imagine that the actors playing the zombies don’t need to have spectacular singing voices, although it would be nice if they could provide the audience with subtitles, since “Aaaaaargh!!” can mean so many different things.

Oh, and everybody hates Lori in the musical as well.

Random Thought #2

The other day I misread “Massage therapy” and read “Message therapy”. After laughing for a bit at my mistake I thought “Why not?”

Now, I do believe this could be a real money- maker. First of all, it is extremely easy to send encouraging messages via Twitter, Facebook or simply texting and BBMing. If texting, all a message therapist would need to do is to get a plan which will allow them to send as many texts as their patients need; they could even offer daily fees according to the amount of texts they send their way.

And also, this would allow therapists to have more patients because they will have so much time on their hands as well. I’m telling you, this idea is revolutionary.

I think I should probably mention that I held back a little while sharing this. You should see how my mind races with these couple of inspiring notions and then some. 


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A POST ABOUT A NON- POST

So, tomorrow, no post. Sorry guys! I know you, my loyal fans (all 7 of you), are anxious for a new post this week as you are every Tuesday when I harass you with notifications of a new post. Alas, tomorrow I will be absent, so it will be impossible for me to provide you with great insight about a non- insightful matter. As you can well see from this, I manage to come up with things to post right on the day I’m posting, meaning I don’t have a subject to post at all as of right now. But don’t fret, my darlings! I will be back with something on Thursday, so I’ll see you all then!

On the meantime you can take a looksie at my friend’s blog. She is truly creative and I admire her drawings. Hope you enjoy!

IT'S NOT ME, IT'S EEW (EPISODE II)

Burger Roadkill. 


Yes, that's what it is. At the top left corner of the picture the meat patty has been run over by a car, I would assume.


I won't elaborate much on what is shown, just an odd observation. The bread has no mayo. If someone dropped a burger it was probably because of the lack of condiment. 


Happy weekend!


Special thanks to Paulet Bobadilla for providing her picture taking skills.

I WANT TO MARRY JOHNNY CASTLE

Listed below are the 10 reasons why my heart and dreams are set to find a character Patrick Swayze portrayed in the movie Dirty Dancing back in the year 1987.

1) Obviously, he can dance. That’s the whole point of the story, I know, but he’s got some serious moves, so I had to at least mention it.

2) What makes him attractive at first is that you can see that Johnny is a bit of a bad boy, and who doesn’t like that?

3) Although he is a little snarky to Baby in the beginning of the movie, he composes himself and actually starts liking her, even when they didn’t get off to a good start. This means he has an open mind and doesn’t hold on to bad first judgments on his part.

4) Okay, so I’m gonna fess up and say that when he could just be standing there with his leather jacket and Ray Ban’s doing nothing, I find him completely sexy and irresistible, so there.

5) He won’t let his friends down, he helped Penny out and claimed responsibility for her even when he didn’t have to.

6) Like a pointed out on #5, he didn't let Penny down, but then he did something more, he fought for her honor when disgusting Robbie dissed her.

7) He can live on Jujubes.

8) It was very brave of Johnny to face Baby’s father and then tries to speak to Mr. Houseman until he kicks him out of his cabin.

9) He came back for Baby. Of course he would go back to her! He needed that last dance and show off his new moves.

10) And the mother of all my problems: Even if he doesn’t have a stable job (he flinches at the thought of it), Johnny is genuinely happy when he dances, he follows his passion. Although, yeah, he could do something more about it instead of wasting his talent on a summer job at some hotel, or painting houses for that matter.

Anyway, I blame Patrick Swayze’s interpretation of Jonny Castle, for making me be attracted to grown men with unstable jobs, because I know (in theory, at least) that I should aspire for a guy with a successful career, or working hard to achieve that goal. But, no. Not this little gal, no. It’s not like I am hoping to meet a talented man with a lack of vision. It’s not that at all, it’s just that I find myself being attracted to guys with unstable jobs, and maybe somewhat lost when it comes to their professional callings. Keep in mind, as I am terribly unable to socialize (the implication being that I don’t know a lot of guys on either side of this spectrum), what I mean in that last sentence is that when a friend, or my sister, or even my mom tells me “Look at that guy over there, the one in the suit! Isn’t he cute?” I most of the time will respond “You know that waiter/ DQ cashier/ cell phone vendor we just passed was cuter right?”

Maybe, it isn’t that bad to have low expectations from a guy in the sense of if he will or will not be able to provide. I’m not saying that I want to be supporting a sloth or anything, he must at least have a passion and pursue it. Something artistic, or maybe a writer also, or maybe his passion is altruism, and because he wants to take care of others he can’t hold on to a job that will allow him to do so. Who knows? It could be anything, as long as they are following a dream. And my dream is to find one such guy who will tell the world “Nobody puts Clementina in a corner… because she´s hiding there,  eating my Jujubes.”

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THE AGE OF FACEBOOK

I had held back on creating a Facebook account for as long as I could, but only through coercion, intimidating blackmail and downright bullying was I forced to go down the rabbit hole. Maybe I exaggerate, but, that’s the way I’m telling this story, so, suck it.

But, where were my fears founded on, really? Did I have no desire in taking part of the whole social networking? Was I being too much of a hipster to do what everyone else was doing? Maybe I was being paranoid and thought Facebook would trace everything I did on my PC and let everyone else know? I’m guessing it was a combination of all three, plus the notion that I would develop an addictive personality towards it.

Of course, once I had my account up and running, I realized that my fears were terribly silly, and accepted it as a great form of communication and broadcasting of sorts. Also, I steered clear from the whole Farmville thing going on in there. Just listening to people talk about their pretend tomatoes and whatnot creeps me out.

However, I find it a bit boring at times, unless you decide to follow sites with noteworthy articles and/ or videos to check out from time to time.

What baffles me still is what some people find worth mentioning on their status. It’s as if Facebook is a DIY for tabloid exposure, assuming they feel like celebrities based on how many FBFs (Facebook Friends) they have. Take a simple example, with things such as “LOL! @myself with @bffoftheweekend partying @ trendy club/ cool bar/ someone’s-birthday-we-crashed!!” First of all, it seems as if these kinds of things are to show off just how incredible their social lives are… Whenever I do go out and pictures are taken I don’t feel like I have to post it on FB. Yet it isn’t that annoying when I think about how they announce their awesome weekend or whatever, because I can choose to keep scrolling and never mind them. Still, it makes me want to go back to a time when that wasn’t necessary. Maybe that’s why I like watching Sleepless in Seattle in which Meg Ryan uses her journalist savvy to find out about Tom Hanks, instead of googling him, or When Harry Met Sally in which if Billy Crystal wants to know what Meg has been up to he calls her and asks her directly, instead of going through her facebook wall. Or maybe, I really like Meg Ryan movies.

Certainly, everyone has seen posts from their FBFs about:

- Pictures of meals. This one is weird, but doesn’t bother me much. I just wonder if you’re truly hungry you might want to get a knife and fork not your phone to take a picture.

- Those who comment on how bad their day was but are ambiguous enough to make others reply in concern… this one is mostly a popularity contest.

- I once heard of a couple who proudly published a picture of their daughter’s passport. Um, to them I would say bird brains, much?

Then, there are those who are my personal FB nightmare. The people who for some reason post every single thing they do throughout the day. EVERY. SINGLE. THING. Seriously, it’s like there’s no more mystery between us anymore. From the moment they wake up, to the moment they are posting that insomnia will just not let go at 2 AM (perhaps you should put that phone down and start counting sheep), it is a constant one- by- one of their whole lives. It’s as if they would love a reality show about them, but facebook is the only outlet available.  

Or, maybe they suffer from the same kind of memory loss like Drew Barrymore did on 50 First Dates, and they need to put it up on their status so they will know what they did the day before. Unless that’s the case, I might just “unfriend” them, because I didn’t sign up for that. (FYI, it is being shown to me right now that “unfriend” is not a word… yet another casualty provided by facebook). Some people just have to prioritize on what is important and what just isn’t because nobody cares enough to know how much traffic there was on your way to work. Perhaps all that traffic is caused by people posting how much traffic there is.

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JULY 1ST, 2012 (PT. I)

July 1^st is a date to mark on our calendars, for responsible citizens will be marching out the door to head to the polls and vote for our next President of Mexico, and other representatives such as senators, members of the congress, city mayors and governors.

Probably, from this day forward I will address this matter more than once, but no worries, for I will not do it to lobby for/ trash a particular candidate or anything of the sort. I believe that is up to each and every one of us to be able to decide and I am no one to tell people what to believe in, politically or otherwise.

Never mind who is running this year, I want to talk about us, the people, who have an interest in improving our country, to make changes for the better. Or, are we? I can’t decide, really. I know I want to live in a safer country, not worry for how this economy is affecting me on a personal level, and to know I have equal opportunities as anyone to make a better living for myself, to name a few things. I know everyone else wants these things too, not just for themselves, but also to provide a better country for the children who will take over the reins of our country in the future. Yes, those are all fine ideals, but, how exactly do we plan to achieve that?

Apparently, the answer we all come up with is that our representatives are the only responsible people for this. We even feel disappointed in them for not making anything about our current situation. Whether said disappointment is justified or not isn’t the question, it’s the fact that what little we can do we seem to be too lazy to even accomplish. For instance, a few blocks away from where I work there are several government buildings, around which parking is prohibited, by law. Signs are very clear on that point. Nevertheless, on my way to work as I pass through these buildings parked cars are abundant. And yes, those vehicles are from people who perform in political activities and such. One would suppose they are familiar with abiding to the law, right? But just because they are the ones doing this doesn’t exempt the rest of us for not being able to obey another simple law (one of the easiest ones) and read a STOP sign in the street, comprehend what that means and execute what is proper driving protocol instead of the usual “I bet if I floor it I can beat that car that’s 30 ft away and closer”. I know, this is a little reminiscing of a previous post, but this is to prove a point that this is the way this country operates, from the highest level of politics to the lowest echelon in the economy pyramid. “If I can beat that other guy, by all means necessary, regardless of what is ethical and get ahead, you bet I will do it”. That is done everywhere, not just in the congress, or in politician’s offices, but out in the streets, by us, by the ones no one elected to be anything representational of our nation. And because we weren’t chosen for diplomatic affairs we seem to think we are excused of following such “little” and “insignificant” directives. I’m not saying that everyone falls into these temptations of disregarding regulations, but it’s safe to say that more people than I care to count do.

So, whenever we want to ask why our politicians can’t change the status quo, we should really ask ourselves, what are WE doing to upgrade our country? Because you know what? We can’t expect our representatives to abide by any law at all if we won’t do it ourselves, even for the small contribution that is to halt at the sight of a STOP sign like we are supposed to do.

... AND WORLD PEACE

I was 5 years old when I declared to my family I decided to become a tall, proud and glamorous Miss Universe.

I was 6 years old when I found out that the winner could hold the coveted crown for only one year and I decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.

Even then I knew the contestants are absolutely gorgeous, stunning creatures capable of strutting on really high heels, show off amazing gowns, pose and smile and look divine all at the same time.

The Miss Universe Organization is a pageant based on how pretty these girls are, really. It sounds somewhat shallow, I know, but it’s still entertaining to watch. Most of us got over the fact that we will never become one of those glamazons on the TV. I was 6 when I got over it, but it didn’t had anything to do with my looks.

Anyway, this year’s competition has been faced with the controversy that the Canadian contestant Jenna Talackova has generated. The 23- year old is a born male who had a sex change operation four years ago. She will be participating in the Miss Universe 2012 pageant, which makes her the first transgender in history to be part of the annual contest.

At first, when Talackova was denied the opportunity to attempt winning the crown because she wasn’t a “woman” the GLAAD group came to the rescue and began talks with the MUO. The advocacy unit made a breakthrough and managed to get Talackova back in the competition, as well as changing the rules to allow other transgender women to participate in the future. It might be “just” a beauty pageant, but to me, that’s history in the making right there. I applaud the efforts to build equal opportunities for everyone, no matter their background.

So, that matter has been resolved and I can’t help but feel happy for Miss Talackova, and I can only imagine how ecstatic she must feel. But still, I also can’t help thinking that it shouldn’t end here. This is not a message about her story and how she succeeded even if she doesn’t win, but it’s  more of a question I want to ask everyone: If a beauty pageant (emphasis on what’s on the outside is what matters), then why church entities, certain business corporations, and society as a whole can’t or won’t recognize LGBT people, exclusively on their sexual orientation? They are more than just their preferences. They have virtues and flaws, just like everyone else. We must focus on them as who they are, and who they want to become and how they make our society work for the better, instead of telling them they can’t do this or they can’t do that because of who they feel attracted to.

We must be bigger than our own opinions and acknowledge that we are all equal and unique, and we can all do whatever we set our minds to, because after all, it is our minds that will take us to do anything, not only what we look like on the outside.

Let’s take our cue from Miss Universe Organization, and with this small step (perhaps with strappy stilettos) we might just achieve their goal, which should also be ours:

WORLD PEACE

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TRAFFIC BULLIES

This post is not meant to give out advice or impart wisdom in any size, shape or form. This right here is me enforcing my right to rant. And rant I will. I clearly need an outlet. And a kitten I can pet. 


The word “bully” is very popular right now, due to newsworthy issues in middle schools, and also the movie that is coming out this month. These are not the kind of bullies I’m addressing (duh, kinda gave it away in the title there), but they are very real and just as harmful.

Road rage is one of the worst things out there in the streets, and I’ll be the first to admit that I too, have experienced this intense form of anger caused by unskilled drivers, slow pedestrians, vehicles parked in lanes and stop lights with 10 second green lights, while behind the wheel in more than one occasion. Nevertheless, I have overcome this ill- tempered reaction, and opted to drive in a more responsible manner, in which I refuse to be fazed by these factors for everyone’s sake. This decision, though healthy and safer, thru practice has led me to find myself identifying drivers who are afflicted with road rage.  

What this means is that while I am dutifully acknowledging and respecting stop signs, speed limits, yield signs (oh, dear, yield signs!) and every indication I have to follow in order to be a sensible driver, there will always be the one idiot person pushing me to step on it, thus going over the speed limit, or the other one who will be honking at me just because I wouldn’t run the yellow light, or my worst nightmare, which I live through on a daily basis, the inconsiderate who doesn’t really know what a “YIELD” sign is for. To this people, YIELD means that I have to slow down and let them pass, when the sign is painstakingly clearly posted for their lane. How ignorant can they be? Really!! Some of them actually floor it so they can beat me at the intersection. To those, I flip the bird, alright. Well, metaphorically, thru here.

What makes matters worse is that this kind of people seem to believe that because I drive a chevy and they are hauling a big ass truck of a vehicle, I have to do what they want me to, or else. Or else meaning getting to the point of almost getting hit, which would basically result in a hit- and- run on their part.

But what really bugs me about this is the fact that even though I don’t want to feel road rage anymore, other drivers and their limited knowledge of traffic rules result so irritating that I end up having it, as well.  It is so much rage that I wish I could just fling a cross bar at their precious Hummer, or strike their Ford F-150 repeatedly with a bat, or just slam their heads against the wheel while I hand them a pamphlet that has been previously highlighted showing where they messed up. Yes, I can turn up pretty violent at times, but only when it is called for. Hehe, according to me, okay? And even though I painted a good picture of what I wish I could do, I must admit it will never happen. Mostly because I’m afraid what they might do to me, but also because I know violence is not the answer. Even though I also fantasize (a lot) about cutting these people’s hands off so they can never drive again.

"I'll show you to run a stop sign, you #@%&/!"

So, to those traffic bullies out there, let this be a warning… Oh, no, wait, sorry, just be careful out there, because you might just find your match and cause a horrible accident trying to see who is faster and more furious. Or also you might cause it to some innocent girl who just wants to take her dog out for a peaceful walk… who will also cut your hands off and let said dog feast on them. 

Both images by IMDB