Monday, July 21, 2008

Murphy's Plans

As some of you may know, Mr. Chewie, my dear and beloved BF lives in PA and I in GA.
So, considering the fact that we live aproximatly 1000 miles away (yes, i looked it up on Google maps), we don't get really much face-time (which totally sux).

This weekend was the grand mid-year visit for which I had actually PLANNED all kinds of fun, intresting things.
There was the day we'd go to the beach and hangout with my friends, the day we'd go downtown, to Buckhead, and to a couple museums (yes, we're geeky like that), maybe rent Kung-Fu Panda or go to the movies and grab dinner.
There was also the day we'd go to six-flags and go to the pool, go clubbing at night, and somewhere in between all the activities, we'd find some alone-time to hang out.

Turns out, Murphy had his plans for my plans. Not only did Murphy manage to totally mess up my plans, he also found a way to change my time-frames. Murphy, my dear friends, is a bitch.

First off, Chewie missed his flight. He got reassigned though .... for the next day (so there went my plans for day 1). On my way to the airport, I was fumming, to say the least; just dying for my chance to say those marvelous 4 words we all (myself included) hate to hear: I told you so. But once I got the airport, just the sight of him: duffle bag and hat, dimpled grin and honey-colored eyes, was enough to take me away to la-la land; I was utterly speachless and blushing, so happy I had no words, just like the very first time we kissed.... and off we were to our fabulous weekend of great adventures.

My friends managed to change their minds about 50% of our plans 3 hours before, effectively leaving me stranded and then utterly clueless as to where to go to kill the time... so we just watched tv (hey, homer was hilarious and the rules of marraige even more so, but it was the fact that we were kicking back and talking fce to face that made it all amazing).

We didn't go clubbing... or to the beach... or to the pool... or to the movies.
We did however, go tubing on the Chatahoochee river in Helen, GA and having a picnic with my friends, we did go to Buckhead and walk around for a while, and we did get to grab dinner together twice.

Now, let's get into the subject of six-flags.
I, am a daredevil. I love the adrenaline rush and have no fear whatsoever of feeling the blood rushing to my head and screaming my lungs out. I LOVE six-flags.
But, for some strange un-foresited reason, which I believe to have been my own enthusiasm, I completly. and absolutely forgot the fact that Chewie, manly man that he is, suffers from a condition I call Vertigo.
As you can see, this is quite the recepie for disaster.
I was giddy and excited and practically jumping upand down while he was dreading the moment, or, to be more presice, the whole day; at least I saw it that way.
Once we were in, I had a sudden epiphany: he found this whole scheme to be of utter misery; and here was I, happy-go-lucky, to the whole idea of it. My bubble was popped and I was feeling very much miserable at the thought that I dragged him into this. I was crushed.
So we pretty much spent the day in silence, with him constantly asking me if I was ok, and I constantly making some lame excuse: "I'm hungry".... "I'm full"... "I'm tired" ... "I'm sweaty and icky" ... "I'm just thirsty"... and so on.
But we both knew better than that.
He was the one to touch the wound first: He knows me better that I give him credit for, better that I know myself sometimes. He knew exactly where to put his finger and I confess I wasn't exactly trying to reach out.
Ultimately, HE SAYS he had a good time and that he enjoyed the rides we got on. I SAY he bared it thru and is really just trying to by nice. YOU can cast your own opinions.

We didn't go downtown, nor did we see Kung Fu Panda; we didnt go clubbing, nor did we visit the museums; but we did find some very much needed alone time to hang out by the pool at night, and eat burgers and milkshakes at 4 am. Taking walks in the dim-light suburbs in the middle of the night is quite romantic, I must say, until you're laughing so hard you're making dogs bark around the neighborhood (jeje... he's outrageously funny that way :] ).

Today was also chaos. We had left his jeans in one of my friend's cars when we were at the river. We ALSO left his cd case (which he might as well worship) in the car of ANOTHER freind and he was most definetly NOT leaving without it; both of which we managed to retrieve at the very last minute of his stay, causing us a significant delay.
I wanted to go all the way out to the airport with him like I did last time, but reality is a brick that Murphy had hidden up his sleeve, and and tossed at me with maquiavelic premeditation. The delay was so bad that we had to say our goodbyes on a crowded train. A bug hug, a kiss and some whispers were all that I had left once the train pulled away right in front of me, his face indellible in my eyes.
I ended up waiting 20 minutes for the next train and then another 30 minutes for the next bus. I might as well have gone with him to the airport and and come back in time for my bus. Murphy had his way once again.
Needless to say, today work today has been endless. I was late, but then I realized that everyone else was too (not that it's an excuse but these are special cirumstances: I only get a visit every 4 months).
My schedule, once 8am til 4pm, is now 2pm til 10pm... what a misery.... and I'm dying to pick up the phone and hear his voice.
Ultimatly, the weekend seemed longer than what it really was and 2 1/2 days felt more like a week, and as usual we had a ball just because we were together :)
I'm more than eccstatic to have seen Mr. Chewie, live in the flesh, and have had my short share of time....
... and I can't wait til November <3 <3 <3

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Homesick - bittersweet memories

I went to the Juan Luis Guerra & 4-40 concert last night and it was BALLIN!!!
I had an awesome time and, mom, who despite of her faboulous sense of humor never really allows herself to fully enjoy anything; was happier beyond what I could've predicted. She was having fun, and that in turn made enjoy myself soo much more.
-- Calor Urbano opened!! OMGG!!! they were friggin AWESOMEEEE!!! I lubb 'em!!

--A pesar de que estamos en USA, como en todo evento en el que se vea involucrado un dominicano, habian carpas regalando t-shirts, gorras, vociando, poniendo la gente a bailar merengue, rifando disparates, tipical dominican stuff.

--Se notó en grande la brecha cultural. Primero, por la vestimenta: los gringos, excesivamente casuales como siempre, andaban en flip-flops y booty shorts; los latinos, algunos más que otros y especialmente los dominicanos, andaban vestidos como si iban pal Jaragua, mínimo. Almost everyone was dressed up -myself kinda included (I wore a coctail dress ^^)- and of course we were looking down on the informality of your tipical "white people".
Then of course came the fact that our music is contagious and we can't just sit still, oh no. The space between one row of seats and the next is minimal, but you damn well know us latins were paired up dancing with the guy you just met a the concert, or in my case, andaban montando coreografías, kinda like the ones you see the back-up singers doing (I swear, it was my mom's friend, Tia Cecilia, who started doing it, and since mom was doing it.... ;P)

--Me acordé de Dennis un paquetón. (^^) Before the concert started, a group of my uncle's friends were talking about tennis, and of course we landed on the subject of Federer-Nadal games and how great the plays are, how absurd the the ball moves and how Nadal earned his victories against Federer. Dennis, crazy spaniard that he is, is litterally obsessed with the competition and practically worships Nadal. It reminded me soo much of the days when he would explain every intricate detail of every move. :)
Then during the concert, Juan Luis was singing "El niágara en bicicleta" y escuché la frase clave que encaja en nuestro "chiste interno": "Alguien se apiade de mí, grité perdiendo el sentido"
[por cierto, ¿¿Qué tienen en común Nadal, Juan Luis Guerra, Vin Diesel y Tio Teo?? jeje...]

Going to the concert, being surrounded by the scarse amount of dominicans residing in Duluth, GA 's vecinity, seeing my mom laughing and having such a good time, and the random thoughts I constantly had made me terribly home-sick.; and I must say I think this is one of the few times I've felt that way since I left. Please don't get me wrong -I love our tropical little piece of heaven, and would not change my origins, ever- but my experiences while living there were mostly quite sad. I'm not saying all of them were; I have plenty of memories I cherish dearly about my life there.... but here I have what I never could out there: freedom of choice, the ability to fend for myself, a bigger oportunity for college, a better lifestyle, and people who live and believe the same way; and back home, there were so many things going on on so many different levels that I was just about ready to lose my mind.

Today, while once again working-ish, I'm went thru one of my friend's facebook albums from my early high-school and realized there was so much I could've should've would've done if things would have been a bit different.
I also saw pics of my bf (aka Mr. Chewie) with his back-then gf, who happened to be a classmate of mine, whom he started dating a month after he broke up with me (yeah ouch; talk about a slap in the face.... he was known to be quite "da pleya" back in the day... thank GOD THAT stage is over.... and guess what!!!! I won biatchezzz!!!)
The point of this is to state, that I have good memories but I longed for so much and beared so much heart-ache over there that I have no desire to return to that.
I know, I know: it's a whole figgin island and life moves on and I'm in a totally different place and situation... but I still need some more time before I can say I harbor no grudges and resent.
Nontheless... dominicans are quite the characters lemme say. Being out here and NOT having dominican friends to say "chimi, bola, pasao, sancocho, bonche, coro, jevo, pana, dale ahi, k lo k, alante, bolsa y vaina" amongst other words and phrases makes you really apreciate your homeland.
DR de mi corazón... someday, sometime soon, old wounds will heal...

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Killing time at the office

I'm slowly dying in this awkard working-ish enviroment:
6 people all in a single office, one oval desk and each with a PC.
I'm the youngest one.
One is reading some news about two cops that were shot.
Two is bidding on some items on Ebay.
Three is watching videos of gay guys on youtube (some weird funny shyt)
Four is listening to music, Ruben Blades, I think (She's colombian)
Five is the only one trying to work with our crappy system that is down and doesnt work more than a minute straight.
And I dear friends have done some research in the wonderful world of google.
The right word for my annoying un-avoidable condition is ORZUELO in spanish, and STYE in english. that bitchy little thing ('>_<)
The article in wikipedia is quite thourough, including a nasty pic that gave me shivers, but, concering my post, these are the most relevant parts:
Los orzuelos suelen aparecer a causa de una debilidad orgánica que produce un descenso de las defensas, lo cual deriva en una proliferación de los gérmenes que tapan las glándulas oculares. Esto produce la blefaritis, una inflamación de las glándulas locales, que es la que produce la formación de orzuelos.
Las debilidades que generan las llamadas congestiones palpebrales (de los párpados) pueden tener un origen general (anemia, gripe, estrés) o bien producirse por motivos locales (miopía, hipermetropía, astigmatismo sin un debido control).
El tratamiento del orzuelo se basa primordialmente en la aplicación en el ojo afectado de paños secos calientes durante diez a quince minutos; tres o cuatro veces por día.
So I guess there is some truth behind myth!!
And soo, I will continue my quest to the cure, but for now the clock struck 4:00 pm...
I'm outta hurrrrrr!


After another set of grueling days at the office and the last not-so-sad, but more happy-to-be-leaving days at the store, we are HERE.
All is good, more or less, more than less I should say...
But why is it that fate finds it hilarious to fuck up other people's lives....when they least expect it? Cause unfortunately, after all my constant hustling back and forth thru my days, I have fallen prey to fate.

Let's get a little dominican here. To el mundo conoce o a visto un pana con un onzuelo (if that's the word for it) ... some weird shit that makes your eyelid swell to the point it looks like you either had a severe allergic reaction to something, or like you got your lights punched out.... yup... I am fortunate enough to bear one of my very own!!
of course, the timing for this was the absolute worse, cuz I'm going to a concert, and my boo is coming out here (and he gets to see me like this after 4 months and a haircut since I last saw him), and I'm going to the beach (I wonder if salt water would make it heal faster?)

Anyway, I was bit with the curiosity of finding out more details about this bizarre condition that causes me eye-stabbing pain, so I did some "investigating" (if you can call it that).
According to my mother, it's kinda like a distant cousin of conjunctivitis, and closely related to cold-sores -which i hate with a PASSION- and that there is nothing that I can do except let it run it's course, and it'll go away on it's own (arrrrg!)

According to my aunt, this is just me having a nervous breakdown because of stress (i say that's BS), and that if (lol, this is ghetto Dominican shyt) if i heat up a spoon on the stove (I'm telling ya, Dominican ghetto) and let it warm up and then place it on my very-painfully-swollen eye and that it'll help it heal a lot sooner and prevent it from swelling even more (I'm not taking chances with that :S)

And then, of course, there's my grandmother's theory, which I personally find hilarious.
She said: -"muchacha eso fue un mal de ojo que te echaron!"
ayyy las famosas supersticiones de las abuelas!!! Mejor aún está la solución a mi problema:
-"Tu lo que tienes que hacer es irte a la iglesia, pásate la misa entera de rodillas y cuando salgas úntate agua bendita y resa un rosario por quien te echó ese mal de ojo, y a los 3 dias eso va a estar sanado"
So not only superstitious, we are also quite religious as well!
I being I, exercising my dominance of 3S (stubborn, selfish and stupid) decided to put ice on it. I mean, when you bump your head and get a swollen bump, you put ice on it, right? Well, aside from giving me brain-freeze, and irritating me quite a bit, it didn't really do much (:\)

Now this is the funny part, which motivates me to say
♫♪"Fate is a cold hearted whore. She loves nothing more than to salt my wounds..." ♫♪
(just for the record, this is the lyrics to an alessana song!! pa k despues no piensen!)
I had to get my pic taken for my ID badge for work (shoot me, pleeease!) NO EXCEPTIONS as I was not-so-politely informed. (._.) damn.
So, terrified of coming out with and awful pic that does me no justice (like the pic on my ID, and my fake ID, and my YMCA card, and my school ID, and any other form of ID), I succumbed into curiosity and went for the warm spoon... and I have to admit it worked a lot better than I thought it would.. jeje.. guess they really weren't that far off from the mark!
I went to work the next day, with my eye, not as swollen as before but still quite visibly affected and turn my face to the side for my pic (You can faintly see my swollen purple-ish eye on the far end though).
So now, that I tried the spoon I'm wondering if it wouldn't be so bad to go to church ... how bad could it possibly be? hmmmmm
Well peeps, I'm back to pretending to work. This is our 2nd week of training and the system is still down so there isn't much to do but to munch on pop-tarts and mess around with the software, but knowing my luck, I don't really think that's a good idea...
but hey, gotta keep face!!
so anyway... that's all folks!! :P

Friday, July 11, 2008

Another day in the life... The going ons

Another day in the life, here we go again
The damned travelclick software isnt working.... so i'm blogging (instead of working... and still "makin dat paper, booboo")

I miss my hair :(
Yeh yeahh i know... You dont have to say "we told you so Jess"
[for those of y'all that didn't know, The model on the cover once has long hair; but she was 3S (Stupid, Selfish and Spitefull)
and chopped it all off herself (yup... that would be me:$)
BUUUUT!! recognizing my 3S syndrome I donated most of it to Locks of Love (a foundation that makes wigs for Cancer patients) so at least I tried to make ammends!
But good news is that it (my hair) is growing quite quickly xD

Ma boiz are goneee (T_T) they're both in DR, visiting my dad and my gramps and unlces and aunts and that whole set of extended family you only see on special days...
I have been bored outta ma minddd... the house is WAAAAY too quiet for anything
and I got no-one to bug and bother and no-one to scream at the tv and eat my dinner
and no-one to say "jessyjessyjessyjessyjessyjessy MIRAAAA!!! mira lo que yo puedo hace en el juego!! (,_,) i miss my chinease boy!!!

Sooo NEXT friday I'll be seeing Mr.Chewie and roaming the city :D
Long distance relationships require a LOT of commitment and dedication
4 months of no face time is the longest I can go... I still need hugs n kisses!!!
but as hard as it can possible get... I wouldnt trade it for the world <3>

so yeahhh... funny... I'm sitting in a conference room with 5 more people and I'm the youngest one here (>_<) so I've been adopted as the baby girl/ office pet/ advice collector here... jeje OHHH wait! i just remembered.... this is like NEWS!! uhm, ok.... let's hit rewind for a bit... so I have been working for the last year and a half at Old Navy, spending my days folding t-shirts and stacking jeans. Then I started working at Sweet Tomatoes as Catering Coordinator, organizing offices lunches and talking to people about what they wanna eat and at what time. Quite some time after, I FINALLLYYY!!! got into college, a whole 2 years after I grad'd from high school in DR and now it became a balancing act: 1 PT morning job, 1 PT night job and being in school PT too. So summer gets here and I've got 7 weeks to just work my butt off... but i DON'T wanna work... I'm hating my jobs, leaving at 8 am and not getting home til 10 (or later!!!) and dealing with Alpharetta's soccer moms carrying endless conversations in which I one have one main word (O_o) for example: -"omiggoshhhh my kids have grown like SO MUCHH!!" -"oh really?" -" yeahh!! and they're like, goin to camp!! and i mean, it's like, they totally need a whole new wardrobe!! -"yeah, really" -"cuz it's like, it's summer!! you know?!" -"yeahh, i really do" and so on and so forth... .... so anyway back to my story

I was bored outta my mind on a sunday night, so I finished updating my resume and then decided to (tan tan taaaaaaaan) post in on Career Builder
yeh yehhh I know, kinda lame, but whatever, at least I'd give it a shot, right?
I applied to 3 jobs, got call backs on 2 and got an offer for a FT position (^_^)!! YAYYY!!
I got hired and I know wear suits and heels all day, feeling like I'm playing dress up :$
and now I sit on my butt all day and get paid... how bout that?!

(its sad how I've just made this whole post when I should've been "working" but the system is down :\ but oh well)

SO nowww I start back into HW on the 21, which is the day Chewie leaves back to Philly, and is also the day I start evening training, and is also the day I get my new books for school
but other than the over-crowded schedule, life is dandy for now, at least til ma boiz get back from DR in august (O_o) and then the back to school comotion begins...

oh wow look at that!! it's past 12:30!! Chow time!!! catch ya latta chumps! =P

Thursday, July 10, 2008

My last cup of Starbucks returned me to sanity

The way I see it #258

Because true conservatives are pessimists, they are happier than liberals, for three reasons. First, pessimists are rarely surprised. Second, when they are wrong they are delighted to be so. Third, pessimists do not put their faith in princes – in government. They understand that happiness is a function of fending for oneself. Happiness is an activity; it is inseparable from the pursuit of happiness.

-- George F. Will
Pulitzer Prize–winning author and columnist

Wednesday, July 09, 2008


On the sudden I am awake,
I am in a roomwith you, -nothing I could ever contain-
under my arm, on my chest.

You are burning with seamless entirety.

For a long second I look at your quiet face the smoothness of the lines that draw out your open eyes.

A moment is all I can hold of you.

In that moment all of you fires to the surface,
every particle shows off it's side, it's bend.

In a moment,
the stillness,
in the warmth of your features, everything I have ever been
-the demons,
all the faces I have worn,
all my ghosts and disguises,
all my armours and gowns,
come out for you and yours for me.

-Pascale Giroux (1967)