Sunday, June 26, 2011


This is a picture of some great people! From Left to Right, Rob Penticoff, a friend Kate and I met by chance at MegaCon 2011 in Orlando, Florida in March! I ran into him after a quarrel with Kate, and I was in awe at his Doctor Who shirt and his button up old school Star Wars shirt. I needed a picture with him, and afterwards, Kate and I kept seeing him all around the convention with Ralph, pictured next to him on the right! Ralph and Rob are like BFF just as Kate and I are! So the four of us keep in touch. It just so happens that they both live close to Universal Studios and are still in school as well! So it's funny how things work. I see a lot of frequent partnered trips to Universal in the future for the four of us! And of course, perfection in the form of I, with by HUGE CUP OF LMAONADE, I NEEDED IT, followed by Top Supermodel Kate Bray, and then on the far right, we have Mister Jesse! This poor guy got dragged along to Universal so we could cheer him up after a rough couple of days/nights. You can't tell that he had fun, but Kate and I got a few smiles and laughs out of that guy throughout the day. He seemed to fancy my deep manly voice and feminine outwardly facing stomach. I'm a total babe, what's new? We all ate at Hard Rock Orlando and it was delicious and we talked about everything and anything. It was such a delicious and exhausting day, but well deserved by the five of us!

PS- Kate is gay for wearing thongs

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Traveling: Caribbean Favourites

Traveling is probably my most favourite thing to do. I don't care if it's an hour, or a day away, I'd rather be anywhere than here. All I ever hear when I talk about how much I hate the place I live in is, 'why, there's stuff to do', or 'what's so bad about it'. The fact of the matter is, I hate to stay stationary for any amount of time. I'd rather be exploring or adventuring and learning about other cultures and discovering new places. To me, when I am away from home, I am happier, with the fact set aside that I miss my family, and the few true friends that I have. I have been to a few states in North America, Michigan, Illinois, Indiana, Georgia(places I have actually been, and not travelled through). Outside of North America, I have travelled to Europe(Summer 2009); England, France, Holland, Germany, Switzerland(just stopped over, weather was rainy/dark/freezing!), and Italy. I have also been to parts of the Caribbean, my favourite place being The Bahamas while I was partaking on a cruise. The reasoning for The Bahamas being my favourite out of the Caribbean, was because I visited Atlantis and even at the young age when I was there, I took in everything, saw the most amazing structural designs, and witnessed the vastness of this resort. It made me want to live there, be there everyday, and molded my fascination for hotels and resorts. I believe that my trip just for the few minutes I was inside of Atlantis, I knew that I wanted to work there, maybe even govern it as my own. It was the most gorgeous thing I had seen as an older child, and I want to go back there so badly, and it would be a dream come true to even work there. It's beautiful and majestic and just fascinating.

*Among other favourite places in the Caribbean would be Ochos Rios, Jamaica and Cozumel, Mexico. Cozumel, Mexico is hilarious to me when I think about my visit because upon debarking from the ship, my sister, mother, and I were greeted by a hispanic man persuaying us to visit his shop. He bribed us with a shot of Tequilia for my mother and I. I believe at the time I was 15/16 and mom being fun-loving and adventurous as I was like, you're with me and I'm saying it's okay. However, the fact of the matter was that that morning, mom had to drag my younger sister and I out of bed, and in a hurry, we threw on clothes and left without breakfast. When we finally got to the man's shop, it was just like any other tourist shop, but now we had the pressure to buy something, since the man gave us a shot. I took the shot and remember it being the most horrible thing I had ever tasted, and on an empty stomach I began to whine and complain about how I didn't feel well, etc. So we went to Senor Frogs, where mom was talking to a few ladies that were on the cruise as well, and she got along with them, and I remember ordering Fries, and they were the worst tasting fries ever, but I ate them anyways because I needed food in my system SO BAD. So whenever I think of Tequilia, Mexico, Senor Frogs, or a cruise, my mind immediately goes to that memory!

*Ochos Rios was another amazing place because of the people and tours we went on. The natives were really nice and hospitible and made us feel very welcomed. My sister, mother, and I all went on an excursion and climbed 'Ochos Rios' meaning Eight Rivers. It was amazing! It took endurance, but not too hard, but at the end of the climb, you felt amazing because the scenery throughout the whole experience was brilliant, and also the teamwork of the whole group was required, so at the end you felt like everyone was for each other, it was a great experience. We also took a trolley tour and the tour guide chose me to try and climb up a coconut tree, and I failed miserably, and the tour guide totally showed me up, climbed the tree, picked a coconut, and cracked it open and fed it to the tour group!

Friday, May 6, 2011


Luciano Pavarotti    Thankfully, growing up, I was introduced to something extraordinary. Opera. I can’t remember any of my other friends my age growing up that were introduced to opera, but I can remember distinctly certain car rides with my grandma where she would have me sing like I was an opera star. I remember feeling so perfect and special and talented. I loved trying to mock-sing just how Luciano Pavarotti and Andrea Bochellli did. How they could sway his glorious notes along with the melody of the symphony. Whenever I want to cut my stress, or just remember the times when nothing was going on except a car ride with grandma and I, maybe to MOSI, maybe to McDonald’s, to wherever. I have always paired a sense of calmness and solstice with classical music and opera. Just the most magnificent and gifted individual’s vocal chords and ranges and how unmatched the orchestra sounds in each and every song. How the moods from each song differ from distress to bliss, and how each song tells a separate story. Whenever I listen to opera, especially, my emotions run rampant. Sometimes I am overwhelmed with happiness, or sometimes I burst into tears, but regardless of how I seem to react, I always feel better and relieved after I have had my opera fix. The only person I’ve ever listened to opera with has been my grandma, and I will keep it that way until someone worthy comes along that shares the same passion with opera and classical music as I do, because honestly, the only time I ever let my guard down and just deal with my emotions is when I am listening to opera. I am not aware of my flaws or inhibitions, I just let all my walls down and feel free and like I can accomplish anything I wish. Like I am five again, and singing in the Oldsmobile with grandma, naming the songs and performers, feeling like nothing in the world matters except this song and this moment. This feeling of ecstasy runs through my veins and engulfs my senses and body, and this is how I want to feel when I truly fall in love, when I walk down the aisle with my fiancĂ©’, when things get bad but I am determined to make things get better. I want to feel like this all the time, but it would make this feeling less special. Most important of all, I know that when I feel this way, things are the way they should be.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Hard Rock Cafe

Throughout my travels, I have come to fall in love with the chain of Hard Rock Cafes. Something about the atmosphere, everyone's care-free attitudes and their rockability factors make them irresistible to me. When I travel, I try to stop into each and every Hard Rock I come across, whether it's just to look at merchandise, or have a bite. The first Hard Rock Cafe I ever went to was in Washington D.C. in 8th grade. I just remember being flabbergasted and amazing by all the memorabilia and the music they played. When I was eating, I distinctly remember Video Killed The Radio Star playing, and that song is one of my favorites because it embodies the first time experience I had at a Hard Rock. From that day on, I knew I wasn't just 'that weird kid who listens to classic rock'. Classic Rock is a big deal to me, it's well-known, and still thriving today. It's amazing that music from three decades ago is still popular and is just as amazing as back then. I always love it when I find another person who appreciates it as much as I do. Another fond memory of a Hard Rock was when I was in Europe in the summer of 2009 with my grandmother. She knew I loved Hard Rocks, but she also knew how overpriced they were, especially in tourist destinations, which is where they are mainly set. While we were in Amsterdam, Holland, I remember walking by the Heineken factory and asking everyone where the Hard Rock Cafe was. Some people spoke English, but being in Holland, I didn't expect people to speak anything other than Dutch. My grandma and I eventually found the infamous Hard Rock, and I ordered a Bacon Cheeseburger, and my grandmother sat outside and ordered a beer and smoked a cigarette. That was probably the best burger, EVER. I remember my grandmother having a whinge because the burger was around 15 Euro, which is about 20 US Dollars. (: Thanks Grammaaa(: Eventually we got to Venice, Italy, and I remember accidentally finding the Hard Rock Venice and I NEEDED to eat there, because it was only by luck and chance I had found it. Grandma wasn't having it though, but we went there anyways, and she was looking at the menu, and she couldn't stand it. She was like, you are not ordering another one of these expensive burgers, it's ridiculous. So I was upset, and to make things worse our waiter was somewhat of an Ogre, covered in long, black hair from head to toe, which made my grandma cringe. Needless to say, we left. I was heartbroken, but looking back I may have been a little over dramatic. The last time I went to a Hard Rock, was merely to run into a gift shop in Surfer's Paradise in the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia. I struck up a conversation with the woman behind the counter, and told her all about my fascination with Hard Rock cafes, and we talked for a good half an hour, while my ex sat in the car outside, waiting. XD WHOOPS.

I'm just in love with the idea of what Hard Rock brings to life, an open atmosphere where everything is okay, everyone is stress-free, and everything is going to be all right. The music rocks, the decor is bangin', and it's all about having a fun time.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Dear Selmon "Expressway"

Dear mindless idiots who only desire to rob me of my money and deconstruct and reconstruct the same roads over and over again, causing myself, and other Tampa Bayians overwhelming anguish,

I am at a loss for words. I am confused, Selmon. The Expressway should stand for a means of transportation road that gets you to a destination faster, correct? Why does it take longer for me to get to my destination when I take the Expressway, than it does when I take SR 60, or the back roads? Why did you have to change the toll from $0.75 to $1.75? Just, why? Why must you make me more miserable than I already am? I am already on the way to school to be miserable in class, and then you come in and rape me for my money, and my time. I sit in traffic on the Expressway because Florida drivers don't know how to drive; they don't know how to merge, they don't know how to drive in the rain, they don't know how to drive in construction zones, they just don't know how to drive, PERIOD. It is going to be okay, I promise. You can stop fingering your Hazard lights, and your wipers by placing them on the highest speed in a drizzling rain. Maybe people just get overwhelmed with all the flashing orange orbs on top of the traffic barrels. I promise, it's not witchcraft. Maybe people have a problem with the colors orange and red, like the construction zone colors, or brake lights. Maybe we should all just become color-blind, it would make things a whole hell-of-a-lot easier. Why can't people just drive and calm down about traffic conditions? I understand traffic, but I don't understand constant work on an "Expressway" since I have been coming back and forth from Clearwater to Brandon, or Brandon to Tampa, since I was born. Why is there still work? When will you actually become an "Expressway"? When will I be able to travel the Speed Limit along the entire "EXPRESSWAY", WITHOUT COMING TO A COMPLETE STOP, AND CRAWLING FOR 2 MILES, MAKING MY 30-40 MINUTE COMMUTE 60MINUTES+?


Thursday, April 21, 2011


"Sometimes you have to let somethings small go, to let something better grow"

I am an honest believer in learning from mistakes, and growing from situations that you come out of feeling indifferent about.

Sometimes in life you find a hobby, or a new passion, or maybe even another person, that makes you change. Not in a way that is detrimental to society, if that's happening, grow a backbone and some balls and tell them to beat it. I'm talking about growing out of your old fears and sorrow, and trying to face the day with a new attitude and approach on life. Maybe you have been screwed over in every relationship you have had, the same way, over and over again, and you feel like, in your next relationship, it will all be the same, so what's the use, and especially, what's the point? All I'm saying is I KNOW. If you've ever had something to this extent distract you from your potential and make you fear for the same old shit to happen, then you know how hard it is to just let the past slip away from your mind. It's hard to grow from your old ways, your old mistakes, your old vices, and your old sorrows. Even now, many moons since the times that have broken my heart again and again, I can feel my heart break again, and swell like a fresh wound. When I think about how blind I made myself to the truth, and the belief I bestowed in people who turned on me, I feel like I will never find a decent person on this planet.

The only thing I ask for in a relationship costs nothing, hurts in no way, and means more to me than any material item. Loyalty and truth. I honestly don't think that is too much to ask for. If someone was loyal to me and honest and told me the truth about everything, but never gave my a gift or spoiled me, I would be the happiest girl on the planet, because I've never had the pleasure of being with someone who treated me like that, and that's all I've ever wanted. I'm not one of those prissy girls who prances around and needs high-end fashion or a present every time we see each other. I'm not one of those girls without a spine, who will just feed into everything and not say anything when things bother me. I'm definitely not perfect, either. I don't know how I would define myself in the accordance to some girl-rating barometer.

Maybe it's time for me closely follow my premonitions, until they are proven 100%, and pick and choose my battles more wisely. It's just difficult when I deal something I've dealt with before, and knowing how it turned out, and not excepting the same to happen.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

After a Long Day, the restless, wandering thoughts come about

Actually,  I really have nothing in life to fret about. There is nothing I desire in which I cannot have, except self-fulfillment. The simplest tasks seem daunting and impossible to me, most times. I lack the enthusiasm to better myself, as well as the motivation. I am not too sure of the reasons behind this most unfortunate problem. My cup runs over with motivation from family and friends, and I know myself to be a better person than this. I feel like I have disappointed so many people, sometimes I feel like I try too hard to help people reach their potential by throwing my life and path to the side and focusing only on others and their problems. The things I need most right now are to harness the power of time and activate infinite monetary values. This would be most helpful, perhaps I could buy myself the future I desire for myself, my family, and my friends.

I do make mistakes. I make small mistakes, and I have made monstrous mistakes. I have made mistakes I've learned from, and I have made mistakes I will feel guilty about for the rest of my living days. I have made mistakes I have grown from, I have made mistakes that burn my soul each and every day, and make me wish I had more control over myself. I've taken short-cuts, and I have taken the long way. I have taken the high road, and the road of shame and defeat. I have shown my emotions, and I have lied about my feelings.  I need to be honest, but how can I when I can't even be honest with myself? I know what I need to be doing, and the path I should be taken, so why can't I just look at myself in the mirror and convince myself that things will work themselves out in due time? Why can't I just let go of all the hurt and madness inside of me that has been building up from past situations, and start fresh, without a second glance behind me into my past? I have a stern belief that things, in fact, happen for a reason, however, I don't embrace in the way I should.

Sometimes people see me as this person who is fun and energetic and always up for a good time. They see a crazy girl that doesn't care what anyone thinks about her. They think she's intimidating. They see a chick that loves sci-fi, a total nerd, and somewhat of a gamer. Those things are true, and then some.

*These types of blogs will be few and far between because I don't like expressing my thoughts revealing my emotions and feelings.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Greetings, Mere mortals, First Blog

Hello friends and foes.
This is my new blog. I love to write, which you don't know, because it's a passion I don't address much. However, whilst I was in Australia I began writing, or keeping an electronic journal, towards the end of my trip, so I would remember more vividly the times that I have had there. My life has been a compilation of a girl whose passion is basically to live life to the fullest and embrace every opportunity, big or small, at every chance. Whether it be to volunteer, or move to Australia, or to visit Europe. I hope to one day travel the world, by myself, or with a significant other that also has a passion for traveling and adventure.
Some things you probably are not aware about me; I seldom drink, I love the sun, I love to sing, I love my family, I love to drive, I love to explore, I love to get down and dirty, I love getting my hands dirty, I love to learn new things, I do love to read, but don't really do it as often as I should. I've been in love, but I've been hurt too much to want to put myself through that again, which leads me to believe that I do not really want to find love again, but I know I most likely will again someday. Which scares me. I just want to find someone that will prove me wrong about my views on relationships. I want someone to show me they can resist temptation. I want someone to show me that they would choose me, and put me first in front of other girls. I want a guy that will make me feel like I'm the most beautiful girl int he world. I want someone who smothers me with love and affection without being 'too much'. I think that's a lot to ask for, but I'm not willing to settle. I am a really jealous person, and when I get jealous, my self-confidence takes the piss and leaves my mind and soul.
I really am a nice person and I would do anything for my friends and family. I would stop what I'm doing if you need my help. I am going to school for a Hospitality and Tourism Management degree, and I'm pretty happy. A goal I am working for is to be back in Australia in a year from now. PLEASE.
Every day, or every other day or so, when I think of a funny situation or story I will get on this thing and update you and hopefully you'll get a laugh, or enjoy the story, or emphasize with me if it's something more serious. Hope you enjoy! FELIZ NAVIDAD