GO VOTE!

It is election year!! Which means, it is time to VOTE!

Listen I am not big on politics, I actually tend to stay away from that topic. I tend to only listen here and there to the presidential elections, read up on what they are up to and sometimes discuss it with Mauricio. Other than that, I don't say anything else about them. However, I do believe that it is extremely important to vote. I am not going to sit here and say go vote for Obama or for Romney, I simply think you should go vote! After all, it is your voice, why not be heard?

If you are over the age of 18 and are NOT yet registered... then go register!! If you are in Florida you only have a few days left, nine to be exact. Anywhere else, check it out online. But get involved. Place your vote! 

Someone NOT like you....

I was about listening to Adele today, when the song "Someone Like You" started to play, of course I started singing to it, as if I was Adele herself. However, midpoint in, as I sang the lyrics, "I wish nothing but the best for you..." I found that I had stopped singing. The lyrics finally registered. Hold on Adele, but I don't think I agree. Actually, I do not agree at all. Why would I want to find someone like my ex? I mean, it didn't work out with him for a reason, which only means I want someone BETTER than him. No? As Adele sings, she mentions how he has moved on, found someone else, she even goes about blaming herself for things that the new girl in his life is giving him that she didn't! I mean, come on, really!  

Listen ladies, if your ex has moved on and for some reason, like Adele, for you it isn't over, don't ever settle for someone like him. There is a reason it did not work out, even if he was the one who left you! Think of it, if he left it's because he couldn't appreciate everything about you, so if you choose someone like him, GUESS WHAT?! That person won't appreciate the same thing either. If anything, thank your ex, for I assure you that you will realize with time that he did you a favor.

I don't know, maybe it's my age or maybe it's the relationship I am in now that makes me realize how nice it is to be fully appreciated and to know, no matter what, that you are loved by simply being you. So, women as we age and we grow let us learn that we should never settle for nothing but perfect! This goes for love as well as life.

My Recent Love Story...

Hello! It's been some time. But as always, I am back. I am like that fly in your room that just won't go away. Sorry, you guys are stuck with me. But admit it... you love it!


I have blogged about people I am closest to in the past, the ones who I love dearly and know me best. However, it dawns on me, as I sit in the kitchen table, waiting for my boyfriend to come home, that I have not written about him. My Mauricio. I'll admit are relationship didn't have that start that many love stories tend to have. You know the basic story of the boy who meets girl, they have spark, they start dating and soon shortly they are in love and have their happily ever after. No, not for us... but nonetheless- we do have the love part.


I admit, since the first day they introduced me to him at work, I was attracted. I thought he was cute, but now, if you were to tell me then (2 years ago) that I would be madly in love with him I would have laughed out loud. But then is that not the funny thing of life, the unexpected is always creeping up. 

One of our first dates

We started, we ended and we started again. The truth was we just could not get enough of each other. I loved him what felt like immediately (past blogs you could read me speaking about "him") and before I knew it, I just didn't ever want to lose him. It is like he just sneaked in when I least expected it but when I most needed it. Now, after a year and half, here I am... in a home I call ours, a bed I share every night and a kitchen I cook for him as often as I can. I love him, from the way he gets ready in the mornings, to the way he gives me his annoyed look when I comment on something he hates. However, most importantly, I love how we laugh together, how he takes care of me and how protected I feel because not only is he mine, but I am his. 

Our one year anniversary

Like I once blogged, I had seen a movie (A Bronx Tale) where they mention three great loves in ones life. Well, here is my number three and my hope that he will love me as I love him for the rest of this life. 


Enough of the cheesiness guys. Just wanted to share my recent love story and just to mention to never take for granted the one who loves you. 

HE has no Friends...

I have done past blogs on certain famous women with a tad of... really bad fashion, in which I  have titled those blogs "She has no Friends." This blog, is a bit like that.


I am sure many of you are now paying attention to the new NBA players that are being drafted into teams for the next season. There is one player that stands out more- for many maybe because of how great of a player he is... for me, because of his eyebrows. Or should I say eyebrow- no plural needed.

Anthony Davis, who has recently been picked to play with the Hornets. Congratulations, but somehow his unibrow is stealing all his show. Now, this makes me wonder... has he never had a girlfriend? Or some real friends? Because let us be a little real, that unibrow is not pretty. Some friends would have to have tried, at least I hope and a girlfriend or two must have begged. So, why does he still have it? Did they all fail miserably or did they just not care enough to be a bit more persistent? However, Davis, please... do us all a favor now that you will be playing with the big boys and do something about this. I would hate to miss one of your great plays because I am so easily distracted by that amount of hair that connects above yours eyes.


Thank you.

Heat Fans

Yesterday's game of The Miami Heat vs The Boston Celtics was incredible. Lebron and Wade were all over that court! Although, Wade and James were not the only ones on that court. It was a team effort and each player played the best they could and because of that we won the first game of the Eastern Conference Finals! But, this blog is not to mention the obvious. We all know that The Heat are amazing. Now, as for the fans, I don't think I can say the same. I am bothered that as I watch the game from home, comfortable in the couch and with the boyfriend, I noticed some fans leaving the stadium, with still three minutes left of the fourth quarter! I understand that we knew by that point that the game was won; however, there are still three minutes left! I find it so disrespectful towards our players, they are out there giving their all and us as fans should admire it. I understand that traffic after an event is crazy, but if you are paying to watch this game, to feel the rush of each basket being made, might as well watch it to the very ending. A true fan, would stay till the end. Miami, let's be true and stay to the end. Let us not be the type of fans that are only fans when are team is winning. Think about it. 

The Girl on Fire

I have this knack for reading. I love it. It's something that just takes my mind away and I admit I enjoy reading young adult novels. A trilogy that I have read recently is Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games. If you watched the movie, then you sort of understand the meaning behind this story. However, if you did enjoy the movie- I recommend the books!! Even if you haven't seen the movie, go ahead and watch it, but don't stop from reading the books. Or you could do what I did, read the books first and then enjoyed the movie. 

The book is based on the future, a world that has been destroyed by humans and war. They now live in 12 different districts, all commanded by the Capitol. In each different distract something is created or made. Example, district 12, the one our protagonist Katniss lives in is where coal is distributed from. Mostly everyone is poor, going hungry as time passes. This is the life that has been happening for years and no one knows any better. Seventy four years ago after one of the districts (#13- Nuclear District) decided to go against the Capitol and lost, the Hunger Games started. These games are of kids ages 12 to 18, a boy and girl from each district, that get chosen through a raffle and then placed in a arena to fight till the death. Throughout the arena cameras are hidden, the whole performance is recorded and the world is watching. The last one to survive, the victor, will live a life of riches in their district and for the rest of the year, the district will not starve and will be looked after. Nice reward, is it not? Almost like the time of the Gladiators, where slaves were forced to fight to the death, all to keep viewers entertained and to remind everyone who in fact still had the power.  

This story, as most nowadays, is about a the girl that always considered herself somewhat invisible but somehow is spectacular. Of course their is a love triangle that goes about all three books, but this isn't the story that matters- the love between Katniss and Peeta or Katniss and Gale is not the moral of this tale. This trilogy is not about who Katniss loves more or who she will end up with; even though it is a part that you can't help but wonder, but instead it's about the world and that one person can be the inspiration for something better. 

Go! Read the books, I promise you won't be disappointed.  And if you have read it, tell me what you think! Tweet to me @evyzdreams, I would love to hear your intake on the story of the girl on fire.

God is not Religion

Recently I was asked if I was religious, not so much religious as if I believed in God. I nodded, but the confused look that my face must have worn made her ask the question again. This time I uttered the word yes. Either she believed it or she just decided to stop asking. But that question for some reason, hours, even days and weeks later still haunted me. 


Look, I don't think I was ever the religious type. I mean, when I was younger my mother would tell me the Catholic stories such as the birth of Jesus and the three wise men or of Adam and Eve and Noah and the large ark that God asked him to build, I guess then maybe I believed a little. But as time passed and I grew older I started believing less on the stories that Catholic Church would tell us (note: I never really went to church unless it was because of a wedding), you know the stories about us being born in sin and basically the rest of our lives we will be seeking to make right. All the punishments that would be placed upon us for breaking any of the many sins that they have listed and if you didn't ask for forgiveness a hot and dark eternity waits for you in the afterlife... I just didn't bite. Nevertheless, I would still say I was a Catholic whenever someone would ask me, just for the reason that I wouldn't know what to say. Could I say I wasn't religious? So did that make me an atheist to the one who asked?  


It wasn't until I got to college and decided to minor in religion that the little I believed was diminished. At first, I joined the classes to learn about other religions and not only about Catholics; however, the more learning I did the more I realized that religion is man driven. Men that wanted power, men that wanted to control and by doing so used God as their weapon.


The funny thing about learning and becoming more involved with something is that the more I learned the more interested I became. I admit, college made me less religious, actually it made me not be religious at all, but to learn about other beliefs was fascinating. I love to talk to others about their beliefs, to see what drives them to be believers or why they are religious or why they are not. That is probably why I am sharing my story with you guys, because I try really not to get into my views with people, scared that I would offend. Just like when I told my mother I didn't believe in religion she was in shock. She, of course, went on to say she doesn't understand how I can't be religious and what has happened to me that I am so different from my sisters. She would even tell me she doesn't understand how I studied it in college and yet still don't believe. I never had the nerve to tell her I always doubted religion and that school was in fact the reason that made me lose any small drop of religious i still had. On the other hand, now when I mention God my mother and sisters for some reason always have to say something about me not believing in God. This annoys me. I said I didn't believe in religion, not that I didn't believe in God. No it is not the same thing... not at all. 


So, while I believe religious to be a sham, I do believe that God does exist. Don't get me wrong guys, I do believe in God or of a higher being of some sort. I mean after all, something had to bring forth the bacteria that started life on our planet. I do even at times find myself praying. God is not religion. That is something that I wish many would understand. 


*Please note this is my opinion, I respect everyone and their beliefs.*

Back at it...

Wow... it has been MONTHS since I have written a blog. Since September! That's what... seven months!? Time does fly and in that process of flying, your life goes right with it. What can I say... in the past seven months a little bit of everything has happened. I have gained more work experience, I have sought out more of my dreams, I have cried, I have laughed, and I have fallen crazy in love with "Him" which by all means I will now finally mention his name... Mauricio. 


However, for the most part, during my time away... I have grown. One thing about life and all its turns is that one needs to realize that everything in this life happens for a reason. While some things may hurt and others can lead you to be this person you didn't even know... all of that is to lead you to the person you will become. The key thing is to know and believe more than anything that... THAT person you will become is the person you have always wanted to be. 


When I was younger I would always say that I don't regret anything I ever did in my life because in that moment I wanted it. But, as I grew I started to realize that my theory was not all that correct. What I can  say is that YOU can not change the past... so why dwell on it? You did something you might have regretted? Well... you learn by it and make sure to not do it again and just go on... creating and building the life you want. 


Don't stop being a dreamer.... cause Dreams do come true. 

Dream your Dreams...

It's funny how life works. How someone with so much time in their hands could actually be very busy! That is totally me lately!! I mean, I don't have a "full time" job and believe me with all the production jobs I have done in my past 12 hour days tend to be a slow days, but lately with all the planning I have in this head I might as well be working in a Hollywood movie. 


Lately, my main concern is DreamBig Films and bringing forth new ideas and visions. Today I spent my Sunday filming our short film "Reaching the Sea" and I couldn't have spent a better Sunday. What great vibes flew through about the day. Great people, great ideas and a flow that did not provide one drop of stress.


All I am going to say in this blog, because I just got distracted with the movie Megamind, is that look for what it is you love to do in life and do everything in your power to do.


DREAM guys... don't ever forget that dream that lives in you. 

As if it were yesterday...

In just a few days it will be the 10th anniversary of the attack on 9/11. Is that not crazy? Where does the time go? I remember that date as if it were yesterday. I am sure I'm not the only one either.

It is just all too crazy to believe that it was 10 years ago already. I mean, I remember waking  up that morning, LATE nonetheless, and turning on the radio. I was getting ready for school, my first semester in college, I had overslept and missed my first class entirely. As I listened on the radio I heard the announcer mention how a plane flew into the world trade center. I called my sister and told her if she heard about this craziness, right in that moment the announcer screamed that another plane crashed into the south tower. It was right then and there were I was no longer confused and I realized we were being attacked. I got on my car and drove to school, the whole time listening in. Shocked. I get to school and I would look at every television set as I walked by to get to my class. I even stopped at one point, starring in disbelief. All the students around the TV, many on the phones, but all of us quiet. The whole campus was quiet, I don't even remember hearing anything- total silence. I get to class, to then only see a note on the door. The teacher had cancelled class (I will later learn that she had family that worked in The World Trade Center). I went back to my car, got home and sat in front of the television. My eyes watered as I saw people jumping out of the buildings and then... the unimaginable... boom!!! The first tower, the South one, collapsed. My mouth literally dropped, it was like I were in a dream. This couldn't have been happening. How was it possible that four of our planes got hijacked and used as weapons against ourselves? I remember this day like it were yesterday. I feel those feelings still in me, it is incredible to know how one day can not only change your life but thousands of others. 

I think I got inspired by the anniversary of that tragic day because I am now working on something with Dream Big Films (my company), for the anniversary of September 11. It was something that came to me from one moment to the other. I hope it comes out as planned... my partners and friends are as always sticking through and while we yell at each other out here and there- we pul through and make it happen. I guess if this does pull through- this "I still remember..." project it will be our first baby. So it's pretty exciting. I also, just wrote an article and it will be published for the Moda Fashion Magazine on this specific day.  So keep an ear and eye out... I will keep you guys posted.

Females' have better vision...

Love is a great feeling. The way everything one does somehow revolves around him or her. How important things are not as important, how happiness is somehow mixed in with his or hers. How everything that one does, the other is a part of. Love is magical- when both parties are completely involved. However, The problem with love is, one usually loves more and it blinds one. Although, I do believe us ladies get blinded a little quicker, but I will give us this much, we recover our 20/20 vision a lot quicker than the male figure.


I have this theory that when men fall in love, they fall a lot deeper than women do. Us women, we are romantics and the way we love one, we could love another. However, don't misunderstand what I am trying to say. Ladies love in a manner that is even impossible to explain, but we do get tired of nonsense. There will be a time in a woman's life that if she isn't receiving the love and attention she is giving she will get tired and move on. Because deep down, we know their is some man out there that will finally appreciate every little crazy thing about us. Not only appreciate it, but be in love with it- see it as perfect. Due to these thoughts is why the moving on process is were women have the upper hand. That is the part that we find a little easier to do. Men, when you see a drastic change happen in a woman's life- a crazy haircut, a new hair color, a new job position, new fashion, etc.-  I assure- 90% of the time that is a woman moving on from a man. We do this because for us, starting a new chapter not only requires new love but a new and improved us. 


The reason I believe it takes longer for men to recover a heartache is because for them to fall in love it takes longer and the steps they take are more complicated. Men analyze the problem, the good and the bad and while at times I admit they take advantage of certain moments (such as our love and attention), when they love a woman- a part of them will always love her. 

Pointers: Keeping the Mystery Alive

This blog is to both sexes- things men and women should NOT do in front of one another while they are in the lovey dovey stage- or ever.


You know the list is a lot shorter for men then it is for women. Sadly because we women have to seem like we are perfect to these certain men... and not only perfect but that we were born with such perfect skin, hair, body, etc. So women, when you are with your man- lock yourself up in the bathroom if you want to do the following things: wearing a face mask, waxing, shaving, popping a pimple, farting or going number 2. 
Let us be serious, it's awesome to have great skin- so it is understandable why one wears a face mask or pops a pimple or two- BUT DO NOT DO THIS IN FRONT OF HIM. I mean, keep something a mystery- let him believe you were born with that perfect skin and that something as simple as water and face soap keeps your face that beautiful. There is no need for him to see you with a green mask, were you could barely even talk! And also expecially avoid him seeing you close to the mirror popping that yellow head and then seeing it squirt out. NOT PRETTY LADIES, NOT PRETTY! 
Second- they know we shave or wax- it's obvious... but don't let them actually see you do it. Especially if you are going to wax something on your face... like I said, let him believe you have the perfect eyebrows or that you don't in fact have a mustache. 
Last- the farting and going to the bathroom. You hold in that fart as much as you can! Worst case you get up and go to the kitchen to get some water or you walk to the bathroom to "wash your hands" but do not let out a loud on in front of him. Now, the bathroom part- the peeing I don't think is a bad idea- who cares, if anything that actually shows a bit of your comfort with him. But going to bathroom for the other part- don't do that in front of him. Lock the door- do it quick and clean up nice. There is no need for him to even know or imagine you sitting on that toilet... pushing. I am just saying!!


Now guys- as for you... don't think you have been saved on this one. We really don't need to see you taking a dump either- the smell alone will gross us out. You could go ahead and fart in front of us, after we been seeing each other for a few months... technically we will laugh and it won't bother us that much.  The way us women are, if we are in love, we might even find it kind of cute. I know, I know- we are extremely strange. Also, the shaving, DOWN THERE, don't do that in front of us- but please do continue doing it!


Well I hope these pointers help. Remember keep some mystery alive and ladies don't stop taking care of yourself- no matter what. 

Should I stay or should I go?

You really like this dude, you have sex with him and then you wonder- should I get up and go home or do I stay the night? Well here is a way one could know if you do the walk of shame or if you stay in the bed, under the covers. 

When you are done and you roll over, instead of just staring at the ceiling, pondering your next move, pay attention to his! Does he roll over and give you his back? If so, that is definitely a sign to grab your things, say you had a good time, but you need to go. However, if he rolls over and grabs you to cuddle- that is your sign that sweetie, you are staying over (I hope you brought your toothbrush!). 

According to a guy's answer from the magazine Cosmopolitan, when a woman ask the question if men like to cuddle he said:

"We like to cuddle when it's with someone who we actually want to wake up next to in the morning." 

Ladies, start reading those actions of his! He might be saying more than we actually listen to. 

Duplicate You

Let's go back to the Universe stuff. Let's discuss time traveling. It has now been "proved" impossible to time travel- but my question is- have you ever gotten déjà-vu? How do you explain that? I am not saying that time traveling is possible, I am no scientist to prove such things, but maybe in one of these other planets, LIGHTS YEARS AWAY, it is our lives- but in the future or past. Wouldn't that be a cool thought? I mean- I doubt it- but then how does one explain Déjà-vu?

How could we be living in the moment and then all of a sudden know what is going to happen or have the sensation that this has already happened. How can one explain that? I know I know, Scientist have already ruled out time traveling, but let us just say, what if one of those planets light years away, is ourselves in the future or in the past. Like another time of us- where maybe different decisions were made. Like you didn’t go to that college, instead you went to the other one. Or that you decided to call him back after that huge fight and everything got fixed and you are now still with him. I mean- I know it’s a silly thought, but wouldn’t it be kind of cool? To know that there is another duplicate, exactly like you, living your life but different? Maybe that could explain those moments you are just there, laughing with your friends and all of a sudden you get that weird vibe, that sensation that you have done this and you right then and there know what is going to happen next and when it happens it sort of freaks you out. Then the moment is gone and everything is just back to normal. Maybe that moment- that second of déjà-vu, was the moment of your other self in another planet going through it and instead that person did something different. Ever stop to think how many decisions you take daily!! How many times I wake up and hit the snooze button, or the days I don’t hit the snooze button…. Those five minutes of sleeping in could have changed my entire day or vice versa. Think about it. When you go have lunch and you decide to go with a friend instead of going alone. When you decide that you want to stay in and not go out with your friends. So many decisions, so many different moments that changes a fragment of our lives. It’s mind bobbing. So don’t go calling me crazy- one never does know what is out there in this universe… it might be your future or past that is being played out by another you. I am just saying

Chewie

I saw this on Twitter- @Rosemcgowan posted this picture of her friend's dog, which she says looks like Chewbacca from Star Wars. I couldn't agree more!! It is to cute... 

The things owners do to their pets are sometimes to funny. But I have to admit I would totally have done this too if I had a dog like this one!!! 

Having sex or making Love?

I bought September's 2011 Cosmopolitan and was reading the article- "Guys answer your Sex Questions." Today I am going to go ahead and talk about this one specific question that was the most interesting to me and then later I'll talk about the guy's reply.


"How do we know if you're having sex or making love?"


I am sure we (men and women) have all, at one point, thought about this. Although I am sure it crosses more the mind of women then it does of men. Which is fine, after all we women are the more emotional ones. Or so they say. However, before I detour into another subject let me continue on with this one. I have always believed that a man when he is having sex, if he cares more about what he is doing to you than what he is doing for himself- shows that he cares an extreme. Think about it. Stop and think ladies, that guy, whichever one it is that popped into your head when I mentioned you to think, yea him. When you first started having sex with him- how was he? Did he just care to get there and then really not worry oh so much if you did or didn't have the big O? I mean- I am sure if he made you get there it was a plus- but that wasn't his main concern. His main concern was him. But now, that same guy- months later- doesn't it change a bit? Because by experience, I can admit that at first, guys don't seem to really care if we get there or not. Their main concern is them. But as time goes and all of a sudden it is more than just sex- doesn't things change? All of a sudden they don't care so much about them- they just love to see us get there and at times they love to see us get there more than once. That is when ladies- we need to realize that it's not just sex anymore to them. At that moment- it became something a little more. Maybe for us- just cause we are romantics- we could go ahead and call that "making love."


The reply from the guy to the question on the Cosmo magazine was the following:


If the guy is focusing a lot on your pleasure, it's probably more than "just" sex to him.


You see ladies and men! That when your partner is all of a sudden more focused on you than they are on themselves, that shows that they care... that all of a sudden sex isn't just sex to him or her! So next time you are doing the dirty with your partner- pay attention, what is his or her main concern? Who knows you might not just be having sex anymore- you might be "making love."

Now he's happily married...

I was browsing the internet- decided to catch up on some gossip on E! Online when I bumped into this photo:

Now, I admit I have never watched "Dancing with the Stars" which is apparently the show she hosts, but I did watch for many many years Baywatch and it was mostly because of that man on the picture- David Charvet. Shoot- I remember waiting frantically for 8:00pm to come around so I could sit myself in front of the television and watch this hottie in red trunk suits saving lives. How many times would I make a fantasy in my head that he would come around and save me? Yea, I was a little young then- A preteen I believe, but I was in love. Confession? I use to write stories as a little girl- and the main love interest in all my stories was David Charvet! Yea... that just goes to show. However, I believe when I got older and Freddie Prinze Junior came into the movie screen- David Charvet got downgraded in my stories as the cute older brother of the main character- which her name was always Evelyn. Go figure- what a coincidence! But he did inspire all my stories for a long time- he should know that before his downgrade he was happily married a few times to the character "Evelyn." I don't know- I am just saying.

However, as life would have it he just recently got married, "for the first time." But congrats anyways to this happy couple.  Although, I should break the news to Brooke Burke- that for many years (and many stories) he was indeed mine first. Sorry Brookie! 

Nicolas Giovanni

It's about that time where I go on and write a little about one of my friends. I am curious to know if my friends actually like these blogs about them or are terrified.

Now this one specific friend is the know it all- you know what I am talking about. The one that when it comes to that one specific thing- he knows all about. However, I have to admit that when it comes to lighting a set- he does know everything about it. His name is Nicolas, but no one that I know (except for his brother) actually calls him that. So for us, and mostly everyone else, he is known as Chachito. He has been working in setting lights and making a name for himself since he was in high school- so yes, you could go ahead and say he has made a damn good name for himself. So obviously, yours truly puts him in all her references when she is looking for production jobs. He is also the one that I turn to when I have some question about production- or in need of some advice.

Besides the work thing- he is the only one in the "Troop"- actually I think any of my friends- that is my exact age. He is one month younger than I am, to the date- although he does look older and at times acts older. I did say AT TIMES- because if we are in a club, most probably one that is playing reggaton, and he all of sudden is taking all sorts of shots and drinking Jack Daniels, he loses like three years of age. When he gets in this mode- we call him Giovanni and when he is Giovanni expect to hear bad accents. He all of a sudden starts to speak with an italian accent, adding a vowel at the end of every word and making more hand movements than usual. Oh, and beware if someone that is not part of the troop plays along, and decides that they too want an accent, he will quickly title them an impostor. 

But truth be told- he is one of my best friends. He is like the older brother I never had (Oh hold on I do have an older brother! Ha!). He goes on with all my spoiled ways- if I want a photoshoot- his truly will make it possible. If I am all of a sudden craving a mocha frap- it will miraculously appear. The new one, which I have to admit is the ice cream craving I get and like an older brother- he will make it happen for his little sister. Like I said- he does act older than I do! Chachi- I love you. 

Poke- BESO!

Here is something us women, no matter what will never understand... We know you men are busy throughout the day, work and all... but why in dear God's name can men not send one text or a reply to one of our texts? Really- what is that going to do? Stop your work for a whole 40 seconds? However, don't just send a "Beso" text- that doesn't work! Actually- what the hell does "Beso" even mean, really? We know it's a kiss- but what does have to do with anything? So MJ, Fio and I asked around- trying to find the logic behind this so called "Beso" and one of our fellow co-workers gave us his answer. What was his reply, you wonder? This: "It's like sending you a poke on Facebook." So now we are getting poked? Come on! I never even understood the whole poking thing on Facebook to begin with! So now my so called "No titles" is in some way "poking" me? I can't. But men, listen... seriously!! We women need to be paid attention to, we are needy creatures, it's annoying... but it is what it is! Now, if we don't get that attention, what happens is we simply get bored and all of a sudden we get annoyed and don't want to be nice to you anymore. Trust us, when we are nice, WE ARE NICE and when we are bitches, WE ARE BITCHES. So... don't make us into a bitch. This could be avoided- I promise! So yes, we understand that you guys are busy, that you work and all... but guess what- so do we! But I guess, unlike you guys, we can actually multitask. We are the smarter sex after all... I'm just saying.

Love Advice from Sunny

Have you ever watched the movie "A Bronx Tale"- with Robert DeNiro? The first time I came about that movie I was only a child- a young preteen. I was home with my cousin Joselyn, for some reasons my sisters were not home. I bumped into this movie on Showtime and we started watching it. From the first moment I saw it I absolutely loved it- till this day, I still love it! I even owned it on DVD- but I think I have misplaced it! However, let me stop rambling on and get to the point. There was this line in the movie, that has stuck with me since I first saw the movie. The character Sunny is giving some love advice to C. He tells him: 

"You gotta do what your heart tells you to do. Let me tell you somethin' right now. You're only allowed three great women in your lifetime. They come along like the great fighters, every ten years. Rocky Marciano. Sugar Ray Robinson. Joe Louis. Sometimes you get 'em all at once. Me? I had my three when I was 16. That happens. What are you gonna do? That's the way it goes, you know? Tell you right now. See this girl? Maybe this girl, she put wind in your sails. Maybe she's your first great one." 

Maybe we are provided with three great loves in our lives. And if it's so- I might get super cheesy on you guys now- but I believe I am in my third.

My first- not the greatest, but definitely one that molded me- Herman. Great kid. The one I was with for six years and engaged to. It came and it went- but there it is. My first "love" in some sense.

My second- a bit more infamous- Joseph. Herman may have molded me, but Joseph made me. I found all the courage and peace within myself because of him. We had a story many didn't understand- but it was still our story. However, that ended and it's okay... because not everything that one thinks is meant to be, actually is. But he will always hold a special place in my heart- no denying that.

My third- so new that it's crazy to even mention- Mauricio. Now, he might just be the one that completes me. The one that I know will care for me, when I just seem to stop caring. The one who makes me realize that this is what I needed for myself and a relationship the whole time. He truly does make me want to be better. Better for him. (Oh My God- I have become super cheesy- this is all truly his fault!). But it is what it is and I am sure my story with him will be the great one. 

So, have you guys stop to wonder? Do you have three great loves? Have you been through all three? It's crazy- but I think the writer to this film was on to something- Sunny was right!