Dear Readers,
I know that most of my blogs might come across a bit angry or maybe a little naggish, but contrary to popular believe I kind of don’t see it that way. Maybe I’m wrong but I like to think of myself as a happy person. Yes I’m a little quiet and reserved at times and if you ask most of the people that know me I don’t think I come across as an angry or even a bitter person. I don’t think I’ve ever lashed out at anyone in my life or even had a big fight with anyone. See the problem is that I hold too much shit inside and then when I cant hold it in anymore instead of biting someone’s head off I blog. I might not be Miss Happy fucking Sunshine all the time who’s life is nothing but rainbow’s and butterflies but I try to be positive and see the light at the end of the tunnel. Yes I know I can be pessimistic, a bit depressed , maybe even moody at times but seriously who isn’t? I’m a girl for god’s sake! Lol See when I’m at work I always have a smile on my face even though all I want to do is cut my veins cuz I cant fucking stand to be there! But I put a smile on my face and try to make the best of it. Most of my friend say I really don’t express my feeling or say what I’m really thinking but I don’t know I think I have a hard time talking or expressing my feelings to people, and that’s why I blog. I hate when people ask me “what’s wrong?”, or “are u mad at me?” cuz I’m really not gonna tell you, I like to deal with shit on my own. Sometimes when I’m mad at someone I might need a day or two away from them to just get my shit together and settle down, tomorrow I might not even remember why I was mad in the first place. All my bff’s know that even though I might be mad at them for tops maybe a day, I will still always love them! This is my form of venting , and if you don’t like it than don’t read it! I will try and balance out some of my blogs for you guys, I’ll try and write some happy shit. Lol Although I think happy shit is just boring! Most of my best work is when I’m “emotional” no? Oh well that’s all I got for now! Stay toon till my next blog (whenever that will be! Lol)
Till I find something better to do with my time,
Weezy Baby! xoxoxox
Oh again if you guys have any topics or questions for me feel free to leave a comment and ask. And if you really want to know something about me or just want to ask me something but don’t want to ask you can ask anonymously and I’ll answer you as trustful and honest as I can.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
WORD OF THE DAY: Beauty
Right on my desk, I have a box of little Angel cards, that single words written on them. I find that they help me focus and reflect on things going on in my life.
Today’s word made me laugh since I am in the business of a particular kind of beauty. It may sound cliché, but beauty is everywhere. It’s what some people look like to others in the morning. It’s the person giving you their seat on the subway. It’s when you are working on a project and your feeling good about it.
Often, and I am guilty of this myself, we overlook the beautiful things in our life because we are focusing on the beauty that’s being pushed on us. We focus on the airbrushed covers of Vogue and Marie Claire and beat ourselves up for not having that flawless skin, that perfectly fitting dress, those color eyes. Mainstream pushes these images so much that we forget all of the work that goes behind it. You have PROFESSIONAL photographers, who know how to pose the actor/actress and get that perfect shot. Speaking of the perfect shot, do you know how many frames they take to land THE ONE? More than likely, hundreds. Then, they have wardrobe people, who coordinate the threads to what looks good on the person and they have wardrobe changes. THEN, you got make up, where a PROFESSIONAL make up artist makes them up according to background, lighting, clothes and of course the person’s face. Then when they finally done with all of that, have the shot that they want, you get someone behind the computer to photoshop the whole thing. Removing shadows, correcting less-than-perfect complexions, removing stray threads, tags, imperfection from clothes. They have even gone as far as to remove limbs, like a stray hand or an awkwardly photographed arm.
Beauty should be universal and not this processed cheese that is being shoved down our throats. Beauty should warm the heart, inspire and touch the soul. Has there ever been a time where you were touched by beauty?
-sk
Today’s word made me laugh since I am in the business of a particular kind of beauty. It may sound cliché, but beauty is everywhere. It’s what some people look like to others in the morning. It’s the person giving you their seat on the subway. It’s when you are working on a project and your feeling good about it.
Often, and I am guilty of this myself, we overlook the beautiful things in our life because we are focusing on the beauty that’s being pushed on us. We focus on the airbrushed covers of Vogue and Marie Claire and beat ourselves up for not having that flawless skin, that perfectly fitting dress, those color eyes. Mainstream pushes these images so much that we forget all of the work that goes behind it. You have PROFESSIONAL photographers, who know how to pose the actor/actress and get that perfect shot. Speaking of the perfect shot, do you know how many frames they take to land THE ONE? More than likely, hundreds. Then, they have wardrobe people, who coordinate the threads to what looks good on the person and they have wardrobe changes. THEN, you got make up, where a PROFESSIONAL make up artist makes them up according to background, lighting, clothes and of course the person’s face. Then when they finally done with all of that, have the shot that they want, you get someone behind the computer to photoshop the whole thing. Removing shadows, correcting less-than-perfect complexions, removing stray threads, tags, imperfection from clothes. They have even gone as far as to remove limbs, like a stray hand or an awkwardly photographed arm.
Beauty should be universal and not this processed cheese that is being shoved down our throats. Beauty should warm the heart, inspire and touch the soul. Has there ever been a time where you were touched by beauty?
-sk
Monday, April 27, 2009
Guess Who's Backkkkk?
I’m infamous for overreacting to shit, jumping to conclusions, over thinking and for doing something stupid and then regretting it later. I’m human, people make mistakes and yes I mostly think with my heart and not my head. But looking back I don’t think I’ve been that fucking stupid. Talk is cheap and actions DO speak louder than words, they also mean a whole lot more. I wish I could tell people what’s really on my mind, without offending or causing some catastrophic chain of events. So here is what’s really on my mind today. I think I rather be single for the rest of my life, than be stuck with some wack ass loser. Oh and can someone please tell me if there are any “real” and interesting people out there?????? What happened to those day when we used to admire people and want to be just like them?? Can you really name someone around you that you can honestly say wow I really admire you and want to be just like you! Nah people are fucking retards now days. I’m starting to lose respect for the majority of the people I know. I know no one is perfect and there are just things that are out of your control but come on people lets get it together. You have these guys trying to “talk” to you which is nice I guess but come on! come up with some real or original shit to say. Telling a girl how much money you make or how big you cock is, is soo not attractive. Oh and constantly bringing your ex-girlfriend up is something I DO NOT want to fucking hear one more god damn time. And whatever you do don’t tell me you don’t like something or like to do something and then I see you with it or doing whatever it is you “hate” doing. If you are gonna lie about something than be consistent and don’t get caught. I hate that people swear they can get away with stupid shit. I know people who can be so fake around different people, they are always pretending to be something else for the attention or just to be liked. And I’m sure we all know that one person who is always like “ I never want to be like that or act like that” but guess what bitch YOU ARE EXACTLY JUST LIKE THAT! People always have some opinion or judgment about everything else but themselves. I’m tired of giving out advise, defending myself, justifying my actions, who and what I do. I do what I want when I want and who I want to do it with. Your judgment and stupidity doesn’t phase me. I rather be alone than intertwine my life with such low, uneducated, pieces of shit out there. I like to keep somethings to myself, I dont have the need to always tell everyone everything or go post it up for the world to see. Grow some god damn balls and do something worth admiring, not for anyone else but for yourself. I thought I was angry but that would just be paying these stupid ass people too much mind, I guess I’m just indifferent to there stupidity.
Well that’s all my aggravation for today. Over and out. Till next time, go out and enjoy all the good shit life has to offer.
Weezy Baby
P. S. Don’t fucking call me! I’ll call you!
Well that’s all my aggravation for today. Over and out. Till next time, go out and enjoy all the good shit life has to offer.
Weezy Baby
P. S. Don’t fucking call me! I’ll call you!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Simply Complicated
It seems like these days, things are just a lot more complicated. Naturally, life complicates as we get older, but what I’m talking about is more of a material complexity and not the legal or emotional issues that come with it.
Have you notice that a lot of us are consumed by stuff?
I am not a rich girl by any means, but it seems like the more crap I have/get,(with the exception of books) the more unhappy I am. I have all of my soap making equipment, books, clothes, makeup that are really minimal to what I’ve seen in my friend’s houses and yet I feel totally overwhelmed. Gluttonous even.
I have a medium sized Sephora gift bag that doubles as my make up case and I really don’t wear that much make up. I have cleansers and potions lined up in my medicine cabinet, below the sink and along the tub. Being naturally indecisive, I love the option of things, but I remember a time where I blissfully happy when I was able to purchase my own bubble bath from Rite Aid. For the bargain price of $3.99, my mold-ridden, broken-tiled bathroom became a spa oasis. I was Cleopatra, bathing my personal lagoon filled with milky bubbles, which was a nice contrast to my murky, gray surroundings.
Living with my father, we were definitely living at poverty level. My clothes were all hand-me-downs from various strangers and before I started working, I never had the luxury of any luxury. Bar of soap and 1 bottle of shampoo was what I had in the bathroom – and we are talking about 1995 here. There was no such thing as condition for a girl who nearly had hair down to her back. It was only when I started working at fifteen that I supplied myself with girly things (and food, but that’s another story). Not that I was making beaucoup bucks then, but if I bought myself something nice, let’s say a $5 L’Oreal lipstick, I was over the moon and used said lipstick till it was a little nub. And that went for everything perfume, nail polishes (oh god, I think that I was my only real collection then, was a bunch of little $.99 nail polish bottles). I used the items till they were GONE or destroyed and I guess because I didn’t have much of a choice.
When I would get paid, I would take a bus to Hoboken to my favorite chic-chic aromatherapy store to buy candles. Since they were expensive, I don’t remember buy too many at a clip – maybe 1 with a holder. Anyway, I remember how magical it felt to light up a small $6 votive. The room filled with its sweet, dark berry scent and its light warmed me right down to my core, so much that the warmth of the memory still exists with me today. Sometimes I think back to those days and long to recreate that feeling.
Now a days, I feel like I’ve gone on a gluttonous binge without the happy novelty side-effects. I buy a lipstick, or expensive eye shadows (these days it’s not Wet and Wild anymore), and although the product is better and I just cannot seem to conjure the same feelings of the past. Sure, swiping on that brand-new lipstick may make me feel glamorous for a minute, but the novelty quickly fades away. New products seduce me rather quickly and all of my older products take a back seat or fall down the rabbit hole. Our society is driven by the whole “Bigger is Better” and we are always looking for the next big thing. I feel like it’s ruining me, ruining my enthusiasm for anything. It’s so unfortunate because I realize often how blessed I am to be where I am. It isn’t big by anyone’s standard… I believe median at a national level, but I can buy whatever the heck I want without really making any real sacrifice and what I mean by REAL, I mean sacrificing food and shelter – not a night at the movies.
Although my collection of things are smaller than what I’ve seen at other people’s houses, I feel like certain aspects of my life are getting out of hand like my make up collection. I don’t even wear that much makeup, much less go out to really need a peacock blue eye shadow, I became a fragrance whore once I was able to afford Bath and Body Works, but my tastes have evolved towards the more refined scents of Chanel No. 5 and Christian Dior. Not that I have many of those either, but I can tell you I have more than two coupled with other body sprays and roll on oils and other skin fresheners. The sad part is that I have many half-used perfumes and body sprays and it will probably take me years of daily use to actually finish them.
Although I don’t nearly collect as much stuff as most people (from what I have seen), I feel like my own excesses are just downright inexcusable. Gluttony has certainly prevailed, just look at all of the people who just buy stuff on credit, buy houses that are now being foreclosed, have closets filled with clothes that still have the tags on them. Maybe this recession isn’t so bad. I wonder if it’ll change our way of thinking possibly reversing this mess, reversing our thinking and force us to be more appreciative of what we already have.
-sk
Have you notice that a lot of us are consumed by stuff?
I am not a rich girl by any means, but it seems like the more crap I have/get,(with the exception of books) the more unhappy I am. I have all of my soap making equipment, books, clothes, makeup that are really minimal to what I’ve seen in my friend’s houses and yet I feel totally overwhelmed. Gluttonous even.
I have a medium sized Sephora gift bag that doubles as my make up case and I really don’t wear that much make up. I have cleansers and potions lined up in my medicine cabinet, below the sink and along the tub. Being naturally indecisive, I love the option of things, but I remember a time where I blissfully happy when I was able to purchase my own bubble bath from Rite Aid. For the bargain price of $3.99, my mold-ridden, broken-tiled bathroom became a spa oasis. I was Cleopatra, bathing my personal lagoon filled with milky bubbles, which was a nice contrast to my murky, gray surroundings.
Living with my father, we were definitely living at poverty level. My clothes were all hand-me-downs from various strangers and before I started working, I never had the luxury of any luxury. Bar of soap and 1 bottle of shampoo was what I had in the bathroom – and we are talking about 1995 here. There was no such thing as condition for a girl who nearly had hair down to her back. It was only when I started working at fifteen that I supplied myself with girly things (and food, but that’s another story). Not that I was making beaucoup bucks then, but if I bought myself something nice, let’s say a $5 L’Oreal lipstick, I was over the moon and used said lipstick till it was a little nub. And that went for everything perfume, nail polishes (oh god, I think that I was my only real collection then, was a bunch of little $.99 nail polish bottles). I used the items till they were GONE or destroyed and I guess because I didn’t have much of a choice.
When I would get paid, I would take a bus to Hoboken to my favorite chic-chic aromatherapy store to buy candles. Since they were expensive, I don’t remember buy too many at a clip – maybe 1 with a holder. Anyway, I remember how magical it felt to light up a small $6 votive. The room filled with its sweet, dark berry scent and its light warmed me right down to my core, so much that the warmth of the memory still exists with me today. Sometimes I think back to those days and long to recreate that feeling.
Now a days, I feel like I’ve gone on a gluttonous binge without the happy novelty side-effects. I buy a lipstick, or expensive eye shadows (these days it’s not Wet and Wild anymore), and although the product is better and I just cannot seem to conjure the same feelings of the past. Sure, swiping on that brand-new lipstick may make me feel glamorous for a minute, but the novelty quickly fades away. New products seduce me rather quickly and all of my older products take a back seat or fall down the rabbit hole. Our society is driven by the whole “Bigger is Better” and we are always looking for the next big thing. I feel like it’s ruining me, ruining my enthusiasm for anything. It’s so unfortunate because I realize often how blessed I am to be where I am. It isn’t big by anyone’s standard… I believe median at a national level, but I can buy whatever the heck I want without really making any real sacrifice and what I mean by REAL, I mean sacrificing food and shelter – not a night at the movies.
Although my collection of things are smaller than what I’ve seen at other people’s houses, I feel like certain aspects of my life are getting out of hand like my make up collection. I don’t even wear that much makeup, much less go out to really need a peacock blue eye shadow, I became a fragrance whore once I was able to afford Bath and Body Works, but my tastes have evolved towards the more refined scents of Chanel No. 5 and Christian Dior. Not that I have many of those either, but I can tell you I have more than two coupled with other body sprays and roll on oils and other skin fresheners. The sad part is that I have many half-used perfumes and body sprays and it will probably take me years of daily use to actually finish them.
Although I don’t nearly collect as much stuff as most people (from what I have seen), I feel like my own excesses are just downright inexcusable. Gluttony has certainly prevailed, just look at all of the people who just buy stuff on credit, buy houses that are now being foreclosed, have closets filled with clothes that still have the tags on them. Maybe this recession isn’t so bad. I wonder if it’ll change our way of thinking possibly reversing this mess, reversing our thinking and force us to be more appreciative of what we already have.
-sk
Monday, April 13, 2009
Cruel (but honest) Intentions
Last week, I made a decision that one would most likely classify as the high school variety. I ended a relationship with a friend whom I didn’t want to be friendly with anymore.
We started out as pretty good friends, but certain snubs changed the whole chemistry of it. No longer did I feel like I enjoyed my friend’s company. I felt her annoying, childish and obscenely self-indulgent. I guess I couldn’t expect much for someone who doesn’t have any responsibilities and crashes on everyone’s couch. After a while, I found her to be deceitful. She was everyone’s friend, learning everyone’s individual “pleasure” points and catering to them when they were around. She felt the need to be the center of things and constantly adding to her menagerie of friends. Maybe I’m too high on my horse, but I really do detest such dishonesty. Then I became irritated at myself, for holding on to something that I was truly not happy with. Time filled the cracks and widened our differences, to the point of me really not wanting to salvage anything.
Cruel? Maybe. I did it for me and I feel more peaceful, more honest as a result. It was the classic scenario of a broken relationship. Most people probably think I should have let it die a natural death, but I disagree.
Why do people seem to think that friendships are exempt from breakups?
-sk
We started out as pretty good friends, but certain snubs changed the whole chemistry of it. No longer did I feel like I enjoyed my friend’s company. I felt her annoying, childish and obscenely self-indulgent. I guess I couldn’t expect much for someone who doesn’t have any responsibilities and crashes on everyone’s couch. After a while, I found her to be deceitful. She was everyone’s friend, learning everyone’s individual “pleasure” points and catering to them when they were around. She felt the need to be the center of things and constantly adding to her menagerie of friends. Maybe I’m too high on my horse, but I really do detest such dishonesty. Then I became irritated at myself, for holding on to something that I was truly not happy with. Time filled the cracks and widened our differences, to the point of me really not wanting to salvage anything.
Cruel? Maybe. I did it for me and I feel more peaceful, more honest as a result. It was the classic scenario of a broken relationship. Most people probably think I should have let it die a natural death, but I disagree.
Why do people seem to think that friendships are exempt from breakups?
-sk
Saturday, April 11, 2009
News Update!
Dear fellow readers,
We’ve been slacking off a little lately, I guess most of us have lost a little of that inspirations that we had when we first started this blog. Its king of hard to just come up with topics out of your head all the time. I usually don’t go back and read most of the nonsense I’ve written in the past, but I know I repeat myself sometimes. I don’t want to keep boring you with the same old crap, but I’ll just give you a little update on what I’ve been up to lately. Work still remains the source of all evil! I even wrote a resignation letter to throw at them when I just cant take it anymore. I’ve been reading a lot lately, I guess it keeps me entertained till I’m ready to go to bed at night. My sister and I just hosted a book club meeting at our house, and I think it was a huge successes if I might add! Lol With my sister’s Martha Stuart skills and my culinary background and charming skill we can pull anything off! Lol heheh ! But Yeah If you’re looking for a good adult book to read OMG I soooo recommend reading the Black Dagger Brotherhood Series by J.R Ward. You will love them and like most of us you will not want to put them down. My ipod is damaged and I don’t feel complete without it. I need my music at all times. I’m actually heading to the city to have it fixed. My friend are all dealing with their own demons lately, but that’s just life. And I know I’ve said this before but sometimes it doesn’t matter how much time passes by or how much things change, some people just never change. I find it so hard to believe that some friendship can be so complicated. Sometimes I feel like I need a fucking dummies’ guide to being someone’s friend, there are all these rules and regulations. You are afraid to say things around them, afraid to speak your mind because you might just say the wrong thing. Afraid to ask them a question without offending them, Never mind telling them the truth. You have to time your call’s and that’s even if you bother to call at all or if either of you feel like picking up the phone. Oh and phone tag just gets old! You call they text, you text they call. Sometimes its just easiest not to care. Sometimes I wish things will go back to the way they used to be but some things are better left behind. I’m neither angry nor bitter any more things happen for a reason and you need to accept them and move on. I love my family and all my friends equally.
P.S. I’ll try and write more guys just be patient! Love & Miss you all!
Weezy
We’ve been slacking off a little lately, I guess most of us have lost a little of that inspirations that we had when we first started this blog. Its king of hard to just come up with topics out of your head all the time. I usually don’t go back and read most of the nonsense I’ve written in the past, but I know I repeat myself sometimes. I don’t want to keep boring you with the same old crap, but I’ll just give you a little update on what I’ve been up to lately. Work still remains the source of all evil! I even wrote a resignation letter to throw at them when I just cant take it anymore. I’ve been reading a lot lately, I guess it keeps me entertained till I’m ready to go to bed at night. My sister and I just hosted a book club meeting at our house, and I think it was a huge successes if I might add! Lol With my sister’s Martha Stuart skills and my culinary background and charming skill we can pull anything off! Lol heheh ! But Yeah If you’re looking for a good adult book to read OMG I soooo recommend reading the Black Dagger Brotherhood Series by J.R Ward. You will love them and like most of us you will not want to put them down. My ipod is damaged and I don’t feel complete without it. I need my music at all times. I’m actually heading to the city to have it fixed. My friend are all dealing with their own demons lately, but that’s just life. And I know I’ve said this before but sometimes it doesn’t matter how much time passes by or how much things change, some people just never change. I find it so hard to believe that some friendship can be so complicated. Sometimes I feel like I need a fucking dummies’ guide to being someone’s friend, there are all these rules and regulations. You are afraid to say things around them, afraid to speak your mind because you might just say the wrong thing. Afraid to ask them a question without offending them, Never mind telling them the truth. You have to time your call’s and that’s even if you bother to call at all or if either of you feel like picking up the phone. Oh and phone tag just gets old! You call they text, you text they call. Sometimes its just easiest not to care. Sometimes I wish things will go back to the way they used to be but some things are better left behind. I’m neither angry nor bitter any more things happen for a reason and you need to accept them and move on. I love my family and all my friends equally.
P.S. I’ll try and write more guys just be patient! Love & Miss you all!
Weezy
Monday, April 6, 2009
movin on up
I'm hittin the blog today because I was inspired by one of my coworkers (at the job that i freakin hate that shall remain nameless). Anyway- she always wanted to backpack in europe and she found noone to go with her so guess what- she went all by herself for 6 months or so. Could you imagine going to different countries all ALONE? she didnt have families or relatives over there. AND, she didn't even reserve hotels or anything- she just decided to wing it...so she arrived at italy with no hotel room, no friends, nothing! i think thats so crazy. i wish i had the balls to do that. moral of the story... TAKE RISKS!! DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO!! life is short... do what truly makes you happy....
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