Ok, so I'll confess that back in the day I used to have a 'lil crush on Mr. Jordan Knight but I'm indecisive about seeing him and the rest of the New Kids on the Block or NKOTB do their thing on stage all over again. Can you imagine being at Roscoes, Big Chicks, Jackhammer's or any other bar, for that matter, playing videos to these guys as we sip on our vodka tonics with a splash of cranberry juice? Would you sing along? Would you watch? Would you dance along? One thing for sure, a lot of people are talking about it. Hell, I'm even blogging about it. So, while I'm still making up my mind on whether I'm gonna dig the return of NKOTB, I shall reminisce....
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Who's That Golden Girl?
Ok, so maybe I have a little too much free time on my hands.
I recently started a new hobby that I absolutely love: lip dubbing to some of my favorite TV theme songs!
I recently started a new hobby that I absolutely love: lip dubbing to some of my favorite TV theme songs!
Perhaps it's silly. Perhaps it's not that silly. One thing for sure: It's a lot of fun!
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Time's Up
Time's Up
They sway freely through the air and find their way to me. With a gentle touch, they seem so warm and say, "Hello, so nice to meet you."
They insist. I resist. They persist. I give in. Let him in. He looks into my eyes and tells me he likes me "more than anyone." I wonder, "Is it true?"
I hear a chime…my phone again…the message reads, "Please get out of my head. You're absolutely amazing."
I smile as my fingertips return the gesture to let him know that I, too, am thinking of him.
Sometimes at night, they pulled me into his arms, a place i loved, as he whispered promises of tomorrow, with a musical here and a trip to nowhere, there.
A day, tic toc, 2 weeks, tic toc, 3 months, tic toc, go by and his fingertips seem distant, confused, cold and even a little scared.
The messages are less frequent, the phone no longer rings, the warm caress rarely there. And I tell myself, "It was just a matter of time."
A day, tic toc, 2 weeks, tic toc, go by. No calls, no messages, no emails, just questions on my mind. I check my phone, even though, this time I haven't heard a chime.
Saturday night at eleven pm, they say hello again. They trace my face, "Can we talk?" They touch my lips. "I'm not ready." They massage my back. "I can't."
I could have broken my silence by telling him about my pain. I could have asked about the promises of musicals, videos and tomorrows. Instead I said, "I understand."
They massage my body and find their way to my lips. A stream of emotion breaks their path. They seem confused. "We'll still be friends. I'm not going anywhere."
They touch my face but this time they seem so frigid. "I don't want to hurt you." Too late for that. The room gets cold. I wonder, "Did he ever care?"
Night becomes day, tic toc, I cry. Days become a week, and time slowly passes me by but in the end, I will be fine. That I know for sure.
You see, I realize now that it was nothing I said or did and as much as I like him, I love myself more. Times up, and I deserve closure.
They sway freely through the air and find their way to me. With a gentle touch, they seem so warm and say, "Hello, so nice to meet you."
They insist. I resist. They persist. I give in. Let him in. He looks into my eyes and tells me he likes me "more than anyone." I wonder, "Is it true?"
I hear a chime…my phone again…the message reads, "Please get out of my head. You're absolutely amazing."
I smile as my fingertips return the gesture to let him know that I, too, am thinking of him.
Sometimes at night, they pulled me into his arms, a place i loved, as he whispered promises of tomorrow, with a musical here and a trip to nowhere, there.
A day, tic toc, 2 weeks, tic toc, 3 months, tic toc, go by and his fingertips seem distant, confused, cold and even a little scared.
The messages are less frequent, the phone no longer rings, the warm caress rarely there. And I tell myself, "It was just a matter of time."
A day, tic toc, 2 weeks, tic toc, go by. No calls, no messages, no emails, just questions on my mind. I check my phone, even though, this time I haven't heard a chime.
Saturday night at eleven pm, they say hello again. They trace my face, "Can we talk?" They touch my lips. "I'm not ready." They massage my back. "I can't."
I could have broken my silence by telling him about my pain. I could have asked about the promises of musicals, videos and tomorrows. Instead I said, "I understand."
They massage my body and find their way to my lips. A stream of emotion breaks their path. They seem confused. "We'll still be friends. I'm not going anywhere."
They touch my face but this time they seem so frigid. "I don't want to hurt you." Too late for that. The room gets cold. I wonder, "Did he ever care?"
Night becomes day, tic toc, I cry. Days become a week, and time slowly passes me by but in the end, I will be fine. That I know for sure.
You see, I realize now that it was nothing I said or did and as much as I like him, I love myself more. Times up, and I deserve closure.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Why blog? Oh, I get it...
Days ago, I started blogging again, after much hesitation and doubt.
After finishing my first blog entry, I must confess that I still had more questions than I thought I would:
1. What purpose blogging has?
2. Who reads?
3. Who cares?
4. Why blog?
Then, a friend of mine, William(Guillermo-aka-pendejo from L.A.) sent a bulletin that read, "RIP Carlos." I thought to myself, "Oh great, just what I need...another spam bulletin advising me to repost to avoid anything horrible happening within XX hours/days." Then I clicked the message and started reading about the passing of a guy named Carlos who died of cancer. I was even more surprised to see that Carlos had been keeping a blog about his battle with cancer and ultimately his last few days. Reading Carlos's blog (http://www.imdyingat.blogspot.com) and myspace page(http://www.myspace.com/losndacity), made me see blogging as something entirely different. I was able to see how many of us use blogs as a means to communicate with one another and remain connected to a bigger world. I saw how blogging can allow us to say things that we probably wouldn't say, otherwise. It made me realize that blogging allows us to catch a glimpse into someone else's world and make us see what we share in common or help us see the world through different eyes. In some cases, blogging even allows us to come together and share our sorrow over the loss of someone, as is the case with Carlos's friends. What's even better, blogging allows us to get to know people we might not have ever met and make new friends. So, I guess I have Carlos, someone I never met but learned about through his blog, to thank for making me learn about the power of blogging. Thanks, Carlos and thanks Mr. Ortiz for sharing his page with us.
I'll end this entry with a few words from Carlos's blog:
"I hold a conversation via text
I make you laugh via IM
I tell you my thoughts via keyboard."
After finishing my first blog entry, I must confess that I still had more questions than I thought I would:
1. What purpose blogging has?
2. Who reads?
3. Who cares?
4. Why blog?
Then, a friend of mine, William(Guillermo-aka-pendejo from L.A.) sent a bulletin that read, "RIP Carlos." I thought to myself, "Oh great, just what I need...another spam bulletin advising me to repost to avoid anything horrible happening within XX hours/days." Then I clicked the message and started reading about the passing of a guy named Carlos who died of cancer. I was even more surprised to see that Carlos had been keeping a blog about his battle with cancer and ultimately his last few days. Reading Carlos's blog (http://www.imdyingat.blogspot.com) and myspace page(http://www.myspace.com/losndacity), made me see blogging as something entirely different. I was able to see how many of us use blogs as a means to communicate with one another and remain connected to a bigger world. I saw how blogging can allow us to say things that we probably wouldn't say, otherwise. It made me realize that blogging allows us to catch a glimpse into someone else's world and make us see what we share in common or help us see the world through different eyes. In some cases, blogging even allows us to come together and share our sorrow over the loss of someone, as is the case with Carlos's friends. What's even better, blogging allows us to get to know people we might not have ever met and make new friends. So, I guess I have Carlos, someone I never met but learned about through his blog, to thank for making me learn about the power of blogging. Thanks, Carlos and thanks Mr. Ortiz for sharing his page with us.
I'll end this entry with a few words from Carlos's blog:
"I hold a conversation via text
I make you laugh via IM
I tell you my thoughts via keyboard."
Friday, January 4, 2008
My Very First Blog Entry Goes Something Like This...
I have no idea what I'm doing here but here I am. And here I go...
Years ago, I made a half-hearted attempt at creating a blog but never maintained it.--My apologies to my fairy blogmother--I've been contemplating starting a blog again for a very long time now. I've considered the pro's(Expression Rocks!) and the con's (People U tried to stay away from finding U and reading your most intimate or not-so-intimate thoughts.) Regardless of what the con's are, here I am ready to embark on my journey of becoming a blogger and learning more about the infinite bloggerverse(I made up the word. At least, I think I did unless u beat me to the punch). As I sit here and type away, questions are beginning to brew in my head:
1. Is there such a thing as blog etiquette? Are there things that you're not supposed to do and should do while blogging or reading someone's blog?
2. Is there a blog manual out there that'll guide me step-by-step and teach me the ins and outs of the bloggerverse?
3. Is there blog lingo that I'm supposed to use? i.e., "I can't blogging believe it!" Silly, I know. But I'd feel even sillier not knowing.
4. How will people learn about my blog? If I tell them, would that be considered shameless self-promotion? If I don't, will they think I'm hiding something?
5. Are there blog maestros, people who have mastered the art of blogging? If so, who rates them?
6. Do I seem neurotic with all these questions? Don't worry. I'm mostly kidding.
Well, I guess I'll learn the rules of blogging along the way. But if you can answer some of my questions, ANSWER AWAY!! For now, this concludes my very first entry.
Happy Near Year!!
-Very Valdivia
Years ago, I made a half-hearted attempt at creating a blog but never maintained it.--My apologies to my fairy blogmother--I've been contemplating starting a blog again for a very long time now. I've considered the pro's(Expression Rocks!) and the con's (People U tried to stay away from finding U and reading your most intimate or not-so-intimate thoughts.) Regardless of what the con's are, here I am ready to embark on my journey of becoming a blogger and learning more about the infinite bloggerverse(I made up the word. At least, I think I did unless u beat me to the punch). As I sit here and type away, questions are beginning to brew in my head:
1. Is there such a thing as blog etiquette? Are there things that you're not supposed to do and should do while blogging or reading someone's blog?
2. Is there a blog manual out there that'll guide me step-by-step and teach me the ins and outs of the bloggerverse?
3. Is there blog lingo that I'm supposed to use? i.e., "I can't blogging believe it!" Silly, I know. But I'd feel even sillier not knowing.
4. How will people learn about my blog? If I tell them, would that be considered shameless self-promotion? If I don't, will they think I'm hiding something?
5. Are there blog maestros, people who have mastered the art of blogging? If so, who rates them?
6. Do I seem neurotic with all these questions? Don't worry. I'm mostly kidding.
Well, I guess I'll learn the rules of blogging along the way. But if you can answer some of my questions, ANSWER AWAY!! For now, this concludes my very first entry.
Happy Near Year!!
-Very Valdivia
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