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My life has change, my life has given a 180 degree turn,I didn’t ask for it, trust me I didn’t,  I was happy, I was truly happy, I loved my house, my job, my little world, the weird bubble I was living in, but the bubble was popped, and here I am, standing in the middle of the nowhere but surrounded by people, working hard to solve a problem that is not mine but to which I have the solution to, losing all I worked for, what I dreamed about, for the greater good.

But is it really worth it? Is it wort it to sacrifice my present happiness for the probability of a better future, not only mines but others? I guess only time will tell, and I’ll just have to wait.





I am angry…

I am allowed and entitle to be angry, so I will be angry and I will be proud.

I am sad…

I am allowed and entitle to be sad, so please don’t tell me not to be and let me cry for however long I want to.

I am scared…

I am allowed and entitle to be scared, so let me fear and I promise I will conquer it.

I will be happy…

Because just like I am allowed to be angry, sad and scared, I am also allowed to be happy, and no emotion is permanent.




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Why is my blood canary yellow?

I was born in 1988, which means I was an 80’s baby, a 90’s kid and a 2000’s teen, I am part of what we now know as Generation Y or Millennials  (thanks Wikipedia for the information). I’ve lived 2.5 decades, the changed of a century and the changed of a whole millennium, remember New Years eve 1999 when we all went crazy because the world was going to end one way or an other? Gosh we did have a hundred and one theories on how the world was going to end that night, I lived out the awkward silence at the end of the 3,2,1 because everyone waited a few seconds to yell out HAPPY NEW YEAR,  you know they had to make sure the world wasn’t ending before kissing their significant other or hugging grandma.

I also lived and still am living through what I like to call the earth’s change from analog to digital, my generation was the first generation to have access to computers in their homes, to own a tiny cell phone, y’all remember the Motorola RAZR in hot pink?, we were the first generation to use the power of the internet to do our homework (you know before the professor could notice if you copied and pasted it with the click of a button). But ours was also the last generation to pick playing outside over having your eyes glue to a tablet, last ones to have only one phone line at home, some people don’t even have one at all anymore.

I also believe our generation was in some way more respectful of others, it is funny how I found myself saying “This upcoming generation it’s just plain disrespectful” last night, and I looked at myself and though “oh lord I have become my mother”. Last night as I’m getting home from my daily bike ride , I was about two houses away, I hear a car behind me as every polite biker would I moved myself to a side to allow the car to pass me, and then I hear a pop followed by an other pop and a sharp pain on my butt, I heard the car accelerate and pass me, as the passed by I saw the silhouette of a gun. I automatically panicked, I had been shot, so I put my hand on my butt and it feels wet, I closed my eyes as I got ready for the worse and then open them to look at my hand, huh why is my blood canary yellow?

I had in fact been shot, with a BB Gun!!!! I walked to my from steps, had a seat and then I broke down crying, I was alive, no bullet stuck in butt cheek, sure my favorite yoga pants are now fucked by a big yellow stain and I have a bruise the size of an orange on my left cheek, but I am perfectly fine. I thought about calling the police, but I had no distinctive remarks about the car or the kids, so what good would that be? All that is left to do is to be thankful that it was nothing major, go inside try to clean my pants, take a shower and go to sleep, but as I am going all these all I can think is “Where are these kids parents?”

Of course I cannot blame the parents completely for this, kids lie, kids do things behind their parents, kids are easily influenced by other kids, that does not mean that the parent is doing a bad job. But I feel that this generation has no respect for other, they don’t care about hurting others and are also less afraid of getting in trouble over all. I understand change, and I get it the world evolves and every generation is different, but I believe this generation is losing touch with was morally and humanly correct, so I can’t help but to wonder where and when did we go the opposite way on distinguishing whats right and wrong? What’s your openion?

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Bayou St. John 

It is amazing how the city can disappear around you, if you just concentrate on the trees, the ducks that are starting to migrate to the warmer weather and the breeze touching your skin, the cars, the buildings,the noises of city life banishing away, it’s just you and your thoughts for a moment, until is just you and the earth and nothing else, and nothing matters and you are free, and in that moment you feel nothing but complete pure happiness.


China Lights a beautiful exposition of bright silk covered structures inspired by the famous china lanterns has been open to the public at New Orleans City Park, the entire botanical garden section of the park has been transformed into a wonderful show case of bright, detailed lighten structures and beautiful plants from around the world, it is just an amazing sight.

A few weeks ago I took a little time to go check it out, and of course I took my camera with me. Here is one of my favorite shot from the night, I am still looking through the hundreds I took (because I have no self control), but this is definitely my best one. This photo is shown as shot, I have done nothing to it, isn’t it just nice?


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WWII Museum


I’ve been in Nola for 2 years now, and I always say that I am going to visit some museums even if I have to do it alone, but I never do. So when my cousin came to visit and said she wanted to go to the WWII museum I was all in and a bag of chips to going with her.

Here are some of the photos I was able to take that day, when I was not totally distracted looking at the exhibits. It is great place to visit if you are ever in Nola and feel like doing something else aside from all the good eating and drinking.


Hope you guys like the photos, they aren’t much but like at said I get distracted easily.


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Happy Mardi Gras

It is Mardi Gras season and I am loving it! Although the season started on Jan 6 this weekend marks the beginning of the major festivities and it also happen to be the weekend one of my closets friends (we call each other cousins) came to visit! So as you can guess was beyond happy! I was unable to take Saturday and Sunday off from work, but I was lucky to get Thursday and Friday and spend it with her and her boyfriend, and it was a weird, crazy, wonderful weekend.

Let me tell you a little about how the last few days have been, it all started on Wednesday when I went for a drink with my roommate. I’m sitting at the bar drinking my Abita, when I awkwardly locked eyes with the man sitting two stools from me, it was so awkward we had no other option but to say hi to each other, that hi turned into a conversation and that conversation ended with me telling this stranger and his friend “my cousin is coming from Miami tomorrow, ya’ll should join us for brunch” and exchanging numbers.

The next day I pick up my cousin from the airport and head to Mid City for brunch, not to long after we sat down at our table I look to the door and TADA!!!, the strangers from the bar had made it to brunch! We ate, we drank, we talked, it was great! We meet the owner of the restaurant and all!! After brunch we took the streetcar back to the Quater’s for more day drinking, window shopping and  Nola exploring, followed by a  well deserved nap, and then came the night and more drinking, bar hopping and bead catching on Bourbon Street.

The next day we wake up go for lunch, which was delicious, and hit the WWII museum (photos coming soon!), the strangers from last night hit us up again asking what was the plan for the night, after having some yummy coffee and macaroons at SUCRE, and catching a parade on St. Charles St. we head back to Frenchmen St in the Quarter’s for more partying, somehow we ended up on a balcony on Bourbon, without having to pay anything, asking all the people down in the street to show us their boobs for beads, this is not only illegal, but as New Orleanean now I find it to be annoying, but I am partying with a group of tourist so I let them get as many boobies as they can.

Some how I forgot I worked at 7 am the next day, so there I was 3:30 am asking if anyone wanted to go get some wings with me, some how I made it home for a nap before a 12 hours shift. While I was at work my cousin and the strangers went once more to brunch and exploring, before they left back to Tennessee.  I met up with them both Saturday and Sunday after work for dinner and drinks, all after working 12 hours each day, which puts my number of hours slept since Wednesday at about 30 in total. My weekend ended with me taking these photos with a random stranger at a bar Monday at 4 am!

Now is back to normal and to boring, but I am so happy this weekend when the way it did, this is a story I can now add to my book of crazy things I’ve done, like that one time me and my cousins got in the wrong car because it look like ours.

What crazy stories  do  you have?

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Bye random dude

As many of you might know if you’ve read my previous posts I’ve been actively dating for the last two years or so, I’ve been single for about six years now and once I moved to New Orleans I decide to give dating a try since I never really did it when I was back in Miami, mostly because I had my friends and family who entertained me 24/7, but once I moved to New Orleans I didn’t have that any more and I though it was a good opportunity to actually give it a try.

I’ve tried online dating, I’ve tried dating dating, I’ve tried take that random dude from the bar home dating, and yes I’ve had a few short relationships develop from all the game, and some of them actually pretty intense, but I have yet to find someone I like enough not to send packing or that likes me enough not to run away once they realize I’m crazy (I blame that on me being Hispanic and we leave it at that).

Any ways in the last few months I have been come apathetic to the whole dating thing, specially the online part of it, most of my online accounts have already been deleted by lack of usage, but from time to time I go on Tinder because 1. I love a free meal and 2. it can be funny. So this week I matched with some random and we set up a date for Friday.

As you all know I decided for the new year Friday afternoons are going  to be for me and me only, but since he was being nice and asked me out I decided to go on a date with him, but comes Friday and things got complicated, I got off work much later than I was expecting, my mother asked me to help her out with some stuff, plus I was 2 hours stuck in traffic! When I saw that things were just not going the way I had planed them, and maybe 2 hours before our set up time I texted him asking for a rain check, and told him how sorry I was it was so last-minute, but he though I was lying to get out the date, so here I was trying to explain myself to a complete estrange and make him believe I was not just looking for a way out, I was actually looking forward to the date.

At some point during the “I call bullshit on you” interaction I realized that I didn’t own him such an extensive explanation, like the fuck dude I don’t know you and I honestly do not care what you think the reason  for me to change plans is, I am being honest and apologizing for the fact that I can’t make it, also asking to reschedule, and you want to make me feel guilty and bad about the fact that shit doesn’t always go as plan, hell no! So I unmatched him and went on with my Friday free of guilt, helped my mother with what she needed and went home early enough start reading a new book and to go to bed at a decent time, I am actually happy I cancelled.

Dating is way to complicated at times, the way I see it shouldn’t though, you meet someone if you like them and want to spend time with them then you do and if not then you don’t, but people always want to put these expectations on your shoulders that you can’t carry, other times they are not clear on what they are looking for and lead you to be the one placing all the expectations on them, and if they aren’t met we make the other person feel guilty about the fact that some times shit does not go as plan or as we like it to be.

I honestly don’t even get upset anymore, I just go with the flow and try not to care, of course it doesn’t always work, but at least I am not online acting crazy with someone who doesn’t know me and no one is writing blog post about how psychotic I am.

What a long day it was.

This past friday my first official Friday afternoon off, since the holidays off do not really count, and although a lot went wrong, at the end if was a great day. Let me tell you how my afternoon went.

I got off work at 3 pm, which  is unusually early, normally they like to keep me there until what it feels like the end of times, I was as happy as a bee, I went home and finished unpacking my clothes, since I had moved days ago and I was still pulling clothes out of a suitcase, and knowing me if I didn’t do it I would be pulling clothes out of a suitcase 3 months later.

I finished unpacking and at this point my roommate says she is hungry, I said well I can go get something to eat with you then you go to work and I go shooting around the city, it was a plan, we took showers got ready and left the house walking, we are not two blocks away when she says she forgot her wallet, I said let’s go back and get it and I can drive instead of walking, that way you wont be late for work. So we went back for her wallet and jumped in my car, we made it down to Felipe’s (yummy Mexican food for the win) in no time, like always parking in the City of New Orleans is a pain in the ass, literally your butt cheeks would fall sleep as you drive around and around trying to find a parking space, so when we found an open space right next to the restaurant we didn’t think twice, we had hit the jackpot and we were happy about it.

We go inside, she goes for the food, I go for the drinks (of course I go for the drinks), as we sat at the table, margaritas in hand, I see bright flashing lights out side the window, right were I parked my car, bright yellow tow truck lights, and I take off running, ” I am here, I am here” I scream as I run out of the restaurant ” Oh my God, I am so fucked, I am here”, I was too late, the tow lady already has my car hocked and ready to go, I try to talked her out of taking my car, I tried crying (I think that only works on guys though), I tried explaining to her that I misread the sight ( which to my defense was really confusing), she said there’s nothing she can do after the car is hocked and that I need to pick it up at such and such address, and that if I grab a taxi from the Quarters they would know exactly where to go, I am guessing because they’ve taken a bunch of other mes there. At this point there’s nothing I can do so I decided to walk my friend to work and finish my drink, and request a Uber.

I get in the Uber and as we both say hello we notice our accents match so we immediately start speaking Spanish, he told me I could sit in the front and I explain to him my situation and where I was going, he tells me he is not too sure of where the location is but that we would find it together, I am already liking this ride is all about team work, even when I am going to be paying him at the end of the ride, we talk about out back grown and how he is an accountant, great now I have someone to do my taxes too, we get to the place and is dark and scary under the highway, he tells me how ask if is here and I’ll wait here to make sure you are safe and in the correct place, awwwwww total estrange making sure I am ok, faith in humanity restored. I walk in ask if I am in the correct place and if my car is there, they say yes, I stick my head out the door and I wave the Uber goodbye, he waves back and takes off.

Well this was easy I though, I go to the counter ready to pay my dues and drive off into de night, and then the guy on the other side of the glass asked me for my registration, hahahaha my what you said? ” Your registration” he repeats, I stare at him and started crying, as I search in the pile of papers I pulled out my car, and I don’t see my registration, he looks at me like “the fuck is wrong with this girl” as I tel him, tears (real this time) rolling down my eyes that I don’t have it, he says that he would accept the title of the car instead, but I don’t have neither, he looks at me and says “go get it”, I look at him and say “But I don’t have a car!”.

At this point I just gave up hope, because all this documents are at my mother’s house, my mother whom was oppose to me moving out, my mother whom if I show up out of the nowhere looking for papers and not in my car is going to start questioning me, and I am a terrible lair. Also the more money I spend on Ubers the less I have available to pay fo the actual ticket to get my damn car! So there I was staring at this stranger on the other side of the glass, face wet, eyes turning red, thinking “She won, and I’ve only been out the house for a week”, but I have no other option I have to go get the documents, so I requested yet and other Uber and I told the tow center guy I’ll be back.

I get into my 2nd over of the night, I would him the address and that asked him if he could wait for me, he says yeah and we set off, destination my mother’s house. We start talking, he tells me he is from the Philippines and I tell him I was surprise to learn a lot of people from his country have “spanish” last names, he explains to me they used to be a Spanian colony as well, and how some people even speak spanish over there, this Uber ride turns out to be super educational. We pull up to my mothers, I tell him give me a sec and walk into the house.

“Hi mom!”

“Hi. what you doing here?”

*panic, I didn’t think of a lie on the car ride here*

“I have to pick up some papers, I just noticed I didn’t have in my car”

*Intense questioning and live lessons about drinking “illegally”*

“Got them, love you mom, goodbye”

*Just run out of the house before is too late*




“I need you to come back on Monday help me out with some stuff”

“OK, see you Monday”

At this moment I actually ran out the house, and got in the Uber, back to the tow center it is, after a really deep conversation with my Uber driver about how different the educational system in our countries is from the US, and how sometimes we don’t feel comfortable expressing our point of views among Americans, I get dropped off back at the tow center, I walk in show off my tittle and my ID, pay $181.00, which now leaves me partially broke, and get my car.

While all this is happening, this guy I’ve been seen is texting me asking me to come have dinner with him, I said yes to drive all the way to his house, because he always drives to me, and its only fair, specially after he helped me move all my crap on his only day off, so once I got my car I set my GPS to his address, I’ve never been there before, and it shows approximate time 55 minutes, at this point I’m actually reconsidering this relationship, yes base on the driving distance, I am shallow like that, deal with it! The weather was disgusting (still is right now as I type this), the fog didn’t allow me to see much, and the road was slippery, I had to cross this extremely long bridge, and I couldn’t see, if any of you have seen the movie The Mist, this was exactly like that movie, so yes I was waiting for some creature to come and eat me at any moment.

As I drive I see less and less civilization, I leave all the shopping centers and properly lighten roads behind, I make a right turn and now I am in a little country road, with only one line in each direction, not lights and trees on each side, I am in the middle of the fucking woods, in the south and I am not white! * Please don’t let my car break down* *If I see people trying to stop me in the middle of the road I am running them over* *Is he a murder and he waited a whole month to kill* *Did I told my mom I loved her when I left the house*, this ran in my head while I was driving, at one point I actually stopped to make a U-turn, but I was only 5 minutes away and I honestly don’t know how I made it that far.

My phone rang, and my own right tone scared the life out of me, I actually farted when I heard it (yes, body the smell of the Mexican food I had earlier while win the fight against an ax murder, farting it what we should be doing), I answered the phone and he told me he was waiting for me outside so I wouldn’t miss the house (the house in woods and its pitch black, fuck yeah I missed it) and at this moment I actually asked him” Are you going to kill me and bury me in the woods?” , because yeah he is going to tell me that was his plan all along, while I was still in the car and I was able to just drive away, again I don’t know how I made it that far! I spot him in the middle of the road waving at me, he gets in the car I ask where do I par, he says anywhere, we go in the house, as he gets ready to go out, I am still thinking tonight is the night I die, and its going to be just like an episode of Criminal Minds, at least I’ll make a good story line. I am also thinking of how stupid I am, and I should never trust my survival instincts because they fucking suck, I literally put myself in what could have been a dangerous situation, and even with multiple opportunities to get out of if I didn’t!!!!

He gets ready, we go to dinner to the nearest town (30 minutes away from his house), I order a margarita, and question my survival instinct again as I stopped myself from drinking the whole thing, an hour or so later we ride back to his house so I can pick up my car and make the hour-long drive back home, I looked at the time and it is only 11 pm, damn a lot of shit has happened and it is still kind of early. I kissing him goodbye and drive away, I didn’t notice I didn’t have the radio on until I made it back to the city, because you know can’t concentrated on driving correctly and finding my way home if the radio is on. I walked in my house and looked back and everything that had happen, and I told myself I would make a good reality TV on how to be stupid,I looked at the clock and it was only 12:30 am, what a long day it was, and I went to sleep . For the up coming Friday afternoons I plan to stick to the original going for a coffee or taking photos plan.