ORLAN

http://www.orlan.net/

Orlan is not an artist of one medium. She is mostly famous for her work with plastic surgery in the early to mid nineties, but she has a body of work that started long before, and that is still evolving and innovating.

"I can observe my own body cut open, without suffering!... I see myself all the way down to my entrails; a new mirror stage. "I can see to the heart of my lover; his splendid design has nothing to do with sickly sentimentalities"- Darling, I love your spleen; I love your liver; I adore your pancreas, and the line of your femur excites me." ORLAN - Carnal Art Manifesto

The Reincarnation of Saint-Orlan, which started in 1990, involved a series of plastic surgeries in the course of which the artist started to morph herself with respect to some of the most well known historical paintings and sculptures. Supported by her Carnal Art manifesto, these works were filmed and broadcast in institutions throughout the world, such as the Centre Georges Pompidou in Paris and the Sandra Gehring Gallery in New York. Orlan's goal in these surgeries is to acquire the ideal of beauty as suggested by the men who painted women. When the surgeries are completed she will have the chin of Botticelli’s Venus, the nose of Gerome’s Psyche, the lips of François Boucher’s Europa, the eyes of Diana from a sixteenth-century French School of Fontainebleu painting and the forehead of Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. Orlan picked these characters, “not for the canons of beauty they represent… but rather on account of the stories associated with them.” Diana because she is inferior to the gods and men but is leader of the goddesses and women; Mona Lisa because of the standard of beauty, or anti-beauty, she represents; Psyche because of her fragility and vulnerability within the soul; Venus for carnal beauty; Europa for her adventurous outlook to the horizon, the future.

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Since 1998, Orlan creates digital photographic series titled "Self-Hybridizations" where her face merges with past facial representations (masks, sculptures, paintings) of non-western civilizations. So far three series have been realized: Pre-Colombian, American-Indian and African.
In 2001, she orchestrates a series of filmic posters, "Le Plan du Film", with various artists and writers. The posters affirm the existence of films which do not exist as such. The posters question the notions of character and narrative doubled in the social reality of individual roles and stories.
In 2007, Orlan collaborates with the Symbiotica laboratory in Australia, resulting in the bio-art installation "The Harlequin's Coat".
Part of her on-going work includes "Suture/Hybridize/Recycle", a generative and collaborative series of clothing made from Orlan's wardrobe and focussing on suture: the deconstruction of past clothing reconstructed into new clothing that highlights the suture.

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INSATIABLE FOR ORLAN?!

Me & Elizabeth Berkley - my non-gay crush on

The Californication of The Balkans !!!

My sweet generation appears to be a number of shameless, aimless groupies, who follow their premature need of being seen ... high on Vanity & LSD.

We drive cars we can not afford. We smash leasing companies like toys.
We wear clothes made in sweatshops, still with glittering ARMANI lables.
We add silicone, like sugar to our coffees and we drink a lot of coffee.
We eat only 500 calories a day, but we never cook or feed.
We know all about soccer and politics, especially while having dinner with a shot of Schnapps.
We love gossips about the others drama, pain and misery that we just don't need our own lives to live. It's like TV.
We HATE negative people and we HATE haters, and we HATE bad things. We never rise a slogan with "LOVE".
We like to travel around the world, but the only map we need is the one that shows the Malls and Trade centers and Shopping Avenues.
We sell and buy the same old goods on cosmic prices, but it's the era of the free market.
I WANNA BE FOREVER YOUNG.


Hard core soft porn: IT'S CALIFORNICATION ... somewhere far from The Edge of Modern Civilization!

DISCOVER GERALD TOTO

http://www.geraldtoto.net/

Thessaloniki, Greece
28th Nov


Have you ever listened to GERALD TOTO? If you had the following will come as no surprise to you.
For those who aren't, but feel like discovering the very "French-ie" experience of the "bossa nova" & as it's called - "new wave" sound, be my guests.


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Sat (28th of Nov) me, the boo & a friend of ours took a trip down South to Greece to see the Nouvelle Vague band performing live.
The place they were invited to play, almost fulfilled my idea of the Nouvelle Vague's stage - It was a theater-club named Principal, 20km away from the city side - dropped in the middle of nowhere. Actually, a very appropriate place for getting in a flavored "french" mood.

The show began!


>>The first thing that really grabbed me, was the artist who came out all by himself on the stage, armed with an acoustic guitar and deep brown eyes. ... "That must be Gerald Toto", said my boyfriend looking at the ticket.<<

Honestly, at first, I was like... what?! A single acoustic guitar for the next 5 songs (at least)? I better go and find a chair to sit until Nouvelle' come out!
Now - I must admit - I have never imagined what a single man, blessed with such an astounding talent, could do.
The first song was nothing exciting.
But somehow the second, the third songs began to grab more and more attention. The excited for Nouvelle Vague crowd began to snap their fingers a bit, clap their hands a bit, shake their waists a bit... A strange atmosphere fulfilled the place. In a few moments the infamous man with an acoustic guitar metamorphosed into a tender, insistent voice sneaking through the ears and wrapping around listeners' minds. And when he really got us all swinging and beat timing, totally obeyed to the voice, he startle us all with an astonishing improvisation by interchanging highs and lows with alternating voice. It was like a whole Sunday Choir singing - from the bass to the baritone to the tenor and back down. Then all together!!!!! I couldn't believe Toto was all by himself on the stage! ...Somehow he become a name among the crowd - Gerald Toto! Pure pleasure... I was so impressed from the singing that I focused my attention on his physical presence may be a bit to much. And here came the second hit!
Gerald was basically playing with his eyes closed, but on every 20 seconds he opened them and took a straight look into a listener's eyes. I have no idea if he actually sees the person in front of him, but he definitely manage to give them the sense of uniqueness, like he really sings those lyrics exactly at that one and gives their meaning just to that one. It was like only the two of them in there.
I saw the people smiling at him and waving and clapping louder and louder just to grab his attention. Everyone was focused on the lyrics that were coming out of his soul and we all together tried to follow and sing along. Repeating the lines, as a signature of the improvisation, he make us all shout and scream some words we found truly exciting though we heard them for a first time:

CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH CREAM AND RASPBERRIES!!!!
CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH CREAM AND RASPBERRIES!!!!
CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH CREAM AND RASPBERRIES!!!!

Now, listening to that song I kinda miss seeing Gerald in person! He is that type of an artist who's voice sounds better live than on an album.

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I'm really suggesting you guys to check out his page and if you track a concert anywhere near you - go and grab the emotion I'm talking about. Such a talented man is one of a kind and the aura he has could not be touched simply by listening to the iPod.

THE ONE WE CALL "THE QUEEN"

ATHENS, GREECE
8TH NOV 2009

"I know you read the paper - The One They Call THE Queen"





And I must admit - SHE has every reason to feel she is THAT BITCH! SHE WALK LIKE THIS CUZ SHE CAN BACK IT UP!!!!

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The concert review, briefly:

ME after the show:
Speachless. Breathless. Voice-less.
Heart-FUL. Soul-FUL. Thank-FUL.
Totally amazed. Truly glad. Happiest fan in the world.


BEYONCE @ the show:
Beautiful.
Tender.
Polite.
Charismatic -> You can feel her HALO.
Glamorous.
Confident.
REAL.

HALLOWEEN 2009

Halloween is not about bunnies, right?

About Agassi 1-time-Crystal Meth abuse

The story from his book:


" Agassi, now 39, relates how he took crystal meth — possession of which carries a maximum five-year jail sentence in the US — in 1997, when his form was falling and he was having doubts about his impending marriage to the actress, Brooke Shields. . .

. . .In his book, Agassi recounts sitting at home with his assistant, referred to only as Slim, and being introduced to the drug. “Slim is stressed too … He says, You want to get high with me? On what? Gack. What the hell’s gack? Crystal meth. Why do they call it gack? Because that’s the sound you make when you’re high … Make you feel like Superman, dude.

“As if they’re coming out of someone else’s mouth, I hear these words: You know what? F*** it. Yeah. Let’s get high.

“Slim dumps a small pile of powder on the coffee table. He cuts it, snorts it. He cuts it again. I snort some. I ease back on the couch and consider the Rubicon I’ve just crossed.

“There is a moment of regret, followed by vast sadness. Then comes a tidal wave of euphoria that sweeps away every negative thought in my head. I’ve never felt so alive, so hopeful — and I’ve never felt such energy." “My name, my career, everything is now on the line. Whatever I’ve achieved, whatever I’ve worked for, might soon mean nothing. Days later I sit in a hard-backed chair, a legal pad in my lap, and write a letter to the ATP. It’s filled with lies interwoven with bits of truth.

“I say Slim, whom I’ve since fired, is a known drug user, and that he often spikes his sodas with meth — which is true. Then I come to the central lie of the letter. I say that recently I drank accidentally from one of Slim’s spiked sodas, unwittingly ingesting his drugs. I ask for understanding and leniency and hastily sign it: Sincerely.

“I feel ashamed, of course. I promise myself that this lie is the end of it.” The ATP reviewed the case — and threw it out.

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A few words from a tennis fan (a.k.a ME!:)

Ok. I read the article, that currently floods the web and I was thinking: "What is wrong with him? What's the deal with that "bad boy" story told by an excellent man with such a respectful status all over the world?" I couldn't resist and I post the following comment here:

Anna: In my opinion, it's not quite of a story to tell. "Outrageous and disappointing" is a bit too much for a name like Agassi, but it makes no honer sharing such stories in your book.
Up to me, this is a bad marketing choice to sale your truth. He is responsible for his foundation and work with kids and such stories are not the best educational model to follow. No matter how sincere a person wants to be with the reader, there are some private things that should not be revealed even when you are no longer at the spotlight of public attention. It also compromise the work of ATP - too bold.

Am I wrong?

Let's be honest - who believes in the unbreakable physical and mental strength, especially when it comes to sports and mostly to sport idols that "run the show" for years? I don't. But let me say it right - it's totally acceptable to support your body and spirit when you are under such a great pressure ... as long as nobody knows about it! In the back of our minds, we do realize that a whole medical industry "got their backs" and we all silently approve it as long as we pretend we don't know about "THAT".
And what's the point of telling a "drug abuse" story, when nobody really wants to know about it?! Why would you diminish your auric reputation with a "NOBODY-WANTS-TO-READ-IT" message? Is there some kind of a lesson for all the kids that Agassi's foundation is "educating"? Or may be the expected reaction was "Oh, see, he's a human making mistakes too!"? Although, there's some irony in these question, the last one brings some serious doubts about the gimmicks for the book...

And here I am - at the point of disappointment from my tennis idol - IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY!!!!!! ........ MAKE A SCANDAL - SALE MORE - EARN MORE! You know what this is? S.A.D. - VERY SAD!!! A FUCKING " PARIS HILTON E! STORY" INGRAINED WITH A BANAL EXCUSE AND BOLD DERISION IN THE FACE OF THE ASSOCIATION OF TENNIS PROFESSIONALS! ----> S.A.D. !!!!

As for the ATP - I'm not a big fan of rules and order, but when those who punish your wrongs, are the same who stand up for your rights, at least be respectful enough to keep their prestige in public.


And that's a good marketing for a "come back":

2 d CARIBBEAN ... BEATz!

SOME OF MI FAVORITE JAMAICA DANCEHALL SOUNDZ:





ONE CUBAN ENTRY ( Prayers go to still missing Elvis Manuel)



AND THE PUERTORICCAN CAVALLOTA (OLD, BUT GREAT SONG)

BULGARIA

In case you've missed my tweets on Twitter about my beautiful country and it's folklore, here's a gorgeous video from my geographically-unknown home. You all know - THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!

Learn more about Bulgaria. Learn more about the world around you.

Track the rose oil journey from its homeland to your very own bottle of fragrance!

Hear about the spirit of a 1965 communist country, that back than hadn't been yet recovered from 500 years of Turkish slavery. ......

CLICK HERE:
http://www.britishpathe.com/record.php?id=1974



BULGARIA - THE VALLEY OF ROSES!

Extended version of my DITA-Paris-Show-Time

Be COINTREAUVERSIAL with Dita
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And the "Opium Den Show" part, where The Femme Dragoon Dita spreads glamor all over the senses
Create An Animated Image"


P.S.

Here's the moment for my special admiration to: The fabulous Gentry de Paris, that completely fulfill the stage with the act of starry slice of heaven.
Also deep appreciation to the gorgeous banana boy - Brian Scott Bagley and his magical banana dance that definitely exceeded the Josephine Baker's original.

THANK YOU FOR THE SHOW!

September in PARIS

PARIS - 10 days OF September

Day 1. Charles de Gaulle Arrivals -> Montmartre

Day 2. City tour by wheels - "must see" places. All cameras set.
First impressions - blurry, because of the efforts to capture it all in tons of burst shots.

Day 3. Walking through the Opera district. Shopping. Blow it all in Lafayette Galleries & The Printemps ... the few dimes left should be spent for a rapid "grab some" at The Hard Rock cafe. Salad & a glass of wine.


Day 4. Target: Napoleon's tomb. Reached. The cradle of history spoke. Speechless. If you missed to be in Paris in 1805, than make it today to the Les Invalides.

Day 5. Champs Elysee. Champs Elysee. Champs Elyseeeee....Luis Viutton. Cartier. ....
Broken pockets! Note: Fever & Dizziness.

Day 6. Morning with Cognac, or two. Pour some tea aside.
Chateau de Versailles. IMPORTANT: Put ur finest royal lace work wear and douse in the absolute monarchy. Note: Fever's rising. Weird dinner choice - greek restaurant at the Latin quarter near Seine.

Day 7. Sleeping in the hotel room - dizzy n weak from the fever. Schweine flu??? Hope not. To do: ignore the body and go out to feed your hungry soul. Explore more. The Eiffel tower.

Day 8. Run for more. Notre Dame - so much bloody history in there. Center Pompidou - a true up-to-date universe of art that can re-inspire your sleeping inner creativity. The Bastille. Note: Tired as hell.

Day 9. Morning at the Louvre. Mona Lisa - kept too far away to see the smile; Nike - amazing, just as beautiful as the pictures and reproductions you have seen. Giuseppe Arcimboldo - I love the fruit faces.
Afternoon at Sacre Ceour (The Heart of God) on the top of Montmartre. One of a kind view over Paris. Buy a hand made jewelry at the front steps on the highest terrace. Take the small train back home. Enjoy.
Evening at Casino de Paris with the stunning show of Miss Dita Von Teese & the Gentry de Paris Revue. True burlesque fever. Note: the flu fever still bothered me.

Day 10. Grab a Starbucks brew like a real tourist & make a last minute run to the Museum of Erotic right next to Pigalle. If you have 30 000Euro, buy me the "Madame est Servie". Back to the airport, this time Departures. -> Sofia.

*~WithOut Christian Lacroix~ * What's haute couture?

French leadership in European fashion may perhaps be dated from the 18th century, when the art, architecture, music, and fashions of the French court at Versailles were imitated across Europe. Visitors to Paris brought back clothing that was then copied by local dressmakers. Stylish women also ordered fashion dolls dressed in the latest Parisian fashion to serve as models.

As railroads and steamships made European travel easier, it was increasingly common for wealthy women to travel to Paris to shop for clothing and accessories. French fitters and dressmakers were commonly thought to be the best in Europe, and real Parisian garments were considered better than local imitations.

HAUTE COUTURE
is made to order for a specific customer, and it is usually made from high-quality, expensive fabric and sewn with extreme attention to detail and finish, often using time-consuming, hand-executed techniques.

The couturier Charles Frederick Worth is widely considered the father of haute couture as it is known today. Although born in Bourne, Lincolnshire, England, Worth made his mark in the French fashion industry. Revolutionizing how dressmaking had been previously perceived, Worth made it so the dressmaker became the artist of garnishment: a fashion designer. While he created one-of-a-kind designs to please some of his titled or wealthy customers, he is best known for preparing a portfolio of designs that were shown on live models at the House of Worth. Clients selected one model, specified colors and fabrics, and had a duplicate garment tailor-made in Worth's workshop. Worth combined individual tailoring with a standardization more characteristic of the ready-to-wear clothing industry, which was also developing during this period.

Following in Worth's footsteps were Callot Soeurs, Patou, Poiret, Vionnet, Fortuny, Lanvin, Chanel, Mainbocher, Schiaparelli, Balenciaga, and Dior. Some of these fashion houses still exist today, under the leadership of modern designers.

In the 1960s a group of young designers who had trained under men like Dior and Balenciaga left these established couture houses and opened their own establishments. The most successful of these young designers were Yves Saint Laurent, Pierre Cardin, André Courrèges, and Emanuel Ungaro. Japanese native and Paris-based Hanae Mori was also successful in establishing her own line.

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Christian Lacroix was perhaps the most successful of the fashion "haute couture" houses opened in the late 20th century.

And here's a true story out of the UK Telegraph pages:

"What really hurts," says Christian Lacroix slowly, "is that my name, which I have now lost, is the name of my family. Whoever does take over the business can use it and abuse it as they like, but it's my father's name, and my grandfather's name – men who brought me up to have a very rigid moral backbone; men who taught me never to have any debts."

Were his father alive today, the 58-year-old designer admits, he would be agonised to learn that his son's celebrated couture house – currently owned by the US-based Falic Group – went into voluntary receivership last week as a consequence of 10 million euro losses. And with 125 jobs at stake (including Lacroix's) unless a new investor is found in the next fortnight, the future looks bleak for the many workers who have stayed loyal to Lacroix since the company started trading 22 years ago.

***HAUTE COUTURE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME***

►BURLESQUE FEVER◄

North Korea - South Korea

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/28/world/asia/28korea.html?_r=1&src=twt&twt=nytimes

SPAIN lover...

I'm really looking forward to a new trip to Spain ... And this time I want to land at Madrid.
Not that Barcelona isn't one of the prettiest cities in the whole world!
Ay, Senior - Barcelona is one of the most artistic and compact places I've ever been. The city accepted me with so much sunlight during those 3 wonderful days I spent there. The days were just way to short to enjoy the full range of architecture styles: from an amazingly ordered Gothic barrio (neighborhood), through Gaudi's neo gothics & art neuvo casas (houses) straight to the very latest constructing technologies all brighten up in The Torre Agbar skyscraper. Oh, even the cemeteries of Barcelona are an aesthetic spot to be visit. All the way from the Aquarium at the cost to the top of the Montjuic hill, where the Palau National, the Olympic stadium, the scenic Pueblo Espanol are situated - all the way Barcelona is the spiritual masterpiece of art. But do you know what makes it even more beloved from me? Although the days are way too short to see it all, the nights are just as useful and stoning as it is by daylight. This is a place where the fiestas and the siestas never end. Where people of all ages come out on the streets when the moonlight shines bright. Rivers of Sangria flood the streets and crazy flamenco shoes break through the ground.

Ay, FLAMENCO.... The prime reason why I'm hitting Madrid next time!!! There's only one male name standing beyond the Flamenco dance itself. One man who made the Flamenco a world known admired dance. He is the one who brought royalties, supermodels and Andalucia's gypcies at the same hall enjoying the same moment. Yes, he is JOAQUIN CORTES!!!



And now that my plans for visiting Madrid concern the time at September, I'm really hoping I could set things right and get the chance to see his latest show - Cale.

If I can't make it...oh well, I'll have to feed my hunger for beauty with the Prado museum and its collections. Actually, this museum owns me a great time, because during my visit at Salvador Dali's Museum at Figueras, I found out that many of the masterpieces of the Marquis de Pubol are sent to Prado (others at New York & unfortunately many of them are in private collections). I wish one day I could by myself a Dali's original.

Salvador Dali.
My biggest inspiration. My fuzziest fusion. My realistic surreal moments.
23 of January 2005, the day I saw for a first time a picture by him...16 years ago on that day, Salvador Dali Marquiz de Pubol died at his home in Figueras. I was so impressed from this painting...one of the most famous paintings - The time explosion, from the soft watches collection...There was I - standing in one hotel room, sad and lonely thinking over the past. I took a look at the mirror for a moment and all of the sudden I saw this impressive painting on the wall right above my head. And then came the moment of clarity, the moment of peace - just seeing the picture I figured it all out. The love I had fought for so long then, had melt in time and it was on its way to be over. DALI. The answer of my dreams ...
And last year, when I went to Figueras and finally enter thе room with his tomb...What a moment of insanity!!! Would you believe that a room always full of at least 10 people - everyday, 24/7, all the time, this room got empty for more than a half of a minute. May be it was less, but me standing there all by myself with the body of my greatest inspiration - it was a moment of eternity. I could never express what I felt, because words are way too shallow.

If I could believe in karma and previous life...I wish I were Gala - Dali's flower, muse & mind behind the brush!

He is ...

Create An Animated Image"



I've just checked his portfolio... with no surprise at all, I found out that some of the most intense color shootings I've ever browsed, have been made on his set. And while I was checking the celebrities on the catalog, I couldn't stop wondering why they keep pointing Annie Leibovitz to be the exclusive celeb photographer (of course, with all my due respect to Ms. Leibovitz).

May be because ALI MAHDAVI is an icon when it comes to the art of fashion.

Create An Animated Image"

But celebs and fashion are just so the same that sometimes it's hard to separate the name from the dress. Although the glory of the finest Paris lens comes more from the shine of the Thierry Mugler metal creations, how can you take Beyonce's face out of the frame when exactly Thierry Muglers designs stage wardrobe for "I am ...Sasha Fierce" world tour.

Create An Animated Image"

Is that a celebrity shooting or a fashion blast catalog? And while I'm checking those photos I keep asking: how can a man from the present leave such remarkable trade far in the future? While we are all stuck at the present, working for a better future, Ali Mahdavi is the man living in the better future, trying to bring it in the present. All the colorful drama could not be displayed on words...The longer I stare at his photos, the more I believe that even the photos themselves aren't enough tense to give an access to his futuristic mind.
And here I come to the bottom of my admiration to Mahdavi - the closer he brings me to the future, the harder I'm tasting the past. All the faces that I tried so hard to separate from the shine of the whole composition, all these faces are just like some expensive vintage portraits. Here they are - Dita von Teese, Yasmin Le Bon, Monica Bellucci, Mamie van Doren, Tilda Swinton - the retro classic women of all times. The white powdered skin and bloody red lips of Ms. Teese just lead me straight back to the pin up Queen of the '50's - Betty Page. How can a '50's model fit so well in a photo from a next generation mind?

Create An Animated Image"





http://www.alimahdavi.net/

... a genius!

100% SoBeR

Ok, that's how it usually goes ...

1p.m. , 25th of May

Good morning, world! This morning everything seems to fit at the picture - no blurry objects around me, no dizzy moments.
Dam', I'm getting really old. Yesterday, ...no, the day before, I had a few drinks and than...it took me a whole day to recover.
Yesterday, I was in an all-day long vertigo and still it was a lovely day with friends. We went to the lake shore and had those relaxing 3-4 hours surrounded by the beautiful flora and fauna of the place.
Fishermen were sitting quietly alongside the lake wharf and waiting patiently for the catch. Women dressed in swimming suites were sleeping carelessly under the shade of the huge tree crowns. Kids were playing excited around the gorgeous colorful peacocks and fluffy white baby lambs held in the park side of the place. Meanwhile, the smell of fresh fried fish was coming down from the upper side of the meadow where a restaurant was situated. Me, Jim, El-yo, Itzo, Lachi & Vlado sat at the restaurant and after the crazy night out only Jim was able to drink beer. All the rest ordered lemonades and "Ayrian"s (sour yoghurt with water).

►Oh, what a night was the night of May, 23 ◄

I can't resist. I'm hopping straight to the story from 23th of may...2009 - 4 years later after the prom night! !!! ! And the moment gets even more sweeter, because it was also Lachi's 23 birthday. Yes, he was born May 23 1986 and this 23 of May he turned 23... and in the same time we all together celebrate 4 years after graduating high school. Now wasn't that cool?!!! lol... All the gang got drunk and we all dropped the planes for going home after the party. This wouldn't be such a remarkable thing only if we all were regular party monsters, but in the last few years after the prom we all changed significantely. We are always busy with work, studies, home chores and other social activities that keeps us apart. We are all grown up people that almost never get drunk together anymore. We usually share a bottle of wine, few words and 11 pm is time to go home. ... But this 23th of may we all...all of us (that's the amazing part) ... went back to basics. Somehow we all enjoyed the heavy glasses full of gin and wine and 5 hours later we end up at the neighborhood park, sat down on the kid's slides promising each other the eternity of friendship love and forever more...It was an awesome night. Me & Deni (my bestie gal since 9th grade) had this warm-close-deep-drunken chat about our days...4 years later after the official end up of "being together every day - all day". And yeah - even the two of us, two great friends, see eachothers once or twice a week, both busy with work and duties.
Oh man, time goes by soo fast. Four years slipped through our fingers and we barely recognize our own hands - dried and shaking.
And we all love what we had, but somethings so wrong in the formula. Our old us - the kids hanging out after school were so devoted to each other - always together - at class, at breaks, on the phone, at the cafeterias... But now, our-grown up-selves that we all show out to be smarter, wiser, stronger could not manage to keep together what we love so much - our friendship. We are getting distant and no one can handle it right. ... Sad! I hope 4 years from now we could still have a great party all togheter again! :/ ...and even though these sad lines goes through my mind I'm truely happy for the great kiddish party we've made. ...
Time goes by soo fast. Think of it, Lachi was 14 years old (we were all 14 years old) when we met n set things up. ... And this year we celebrate his 23 bday! And mine's coming too!

Isn't it ironic?! 23 - we are so young and in the same time soo old to each others!

Mama Africa, 6 months later n I still tremble

Six months since I've post out the entry for Miriam Makeba's death





Today I woke up with the "E-yo mama, E-yo mama - oh, pata pata!" in my head... So I played the old black n white video and went back to the day she died...

► "On 9 November 2008, Miriam Makeba, a.k.a. Mama Africa, became ill while taking part in a concert organized to support writer Roberto Saviano in his stand against the Camorra, a mafia-like organisation local to the Region of Campania. The concert was being held near Caserta, Italy. During her performance on stage, Makeba suffered a heart attack right after singing her hit song "Pata Pata". She was taken to a clinic where doctors were unable to revive her. " ◄

I still remember what i felt when i heard the news. It wasn't just the sorrow for the lost of the greatest african singer and civil activist of the 20st century, it was a moment of a blinding impression.
Isn't our God kind ?
I can see her in my mind - standing there, up on the stage, singing her greatest hit ever...people applausing her and screaming her name...and there it comes - the moment of the moments... when a heartbeat stops, replaced by the rhythm of clapping hands... when all the stage lights get blurry and the one and only shine you see is the love of the people sending you to the other side. Every artist wishes for this moment of glory and you Mama Africa, you made it like you said: "I'll sing to the day I die" You did it!

Rest in peace!

Random

lol. I totally forgot my own blog spot :D lol . Not that many of u missed me :D But if u didn't - i know it's bcuz u r stalkin my pretty ass on Twitter :} hahaha...
yeah, pa' , I'm so devoted on Dita Von Teese updates out there that i barely make a move without my ipod.
Did u guys saw this smart-chic-Alexis Mabille's dress for the Cannes party that Dita wears? Honestly, he's one of the few guys that knows women treasures should be hold close to their hearts( & their boobs of course) :D :D I love it ... As for the lady with the smallest waist on Earth (back to 3 years old's size) - Have a great time with Paulo Coehlo in the "neighborhood" :D yeap!

Now, I have to focus back on my books. The exams r right round d corner n I'm sooo out of the groove.

Deeper

See, I know human nature isn't even close to perfection, but it's a good ground to start aiming for the best...the best of ourselves. All the sad features we posses , like jealousy and envy and hate will always be part of us and dear reader, this is natural. What isn't natural though, is to let those feelings grow and harm others.

When I was a little kid and I spent the day playing with mommy, pinching and cuddling, I always wanted the game to last longer. Whenever she stopped, I asked "MOooREee". Mommy always replied with a sentence, that has been captured in my mind ever since those days "Everything has its limits. Too much is never right." ... But I could never stop till I pinched her really bad or scratched her and kill her tender mood. May be, I was just crying too loud for attention, without realizing I've have enough of it already. I just wanted to feel her eyes over me longer, harder. What could make a kid more special, but a full-time parent attention.

Who would know that this kiddish habit will pop up every time the things get harder in my "grown up" days. I've almost never fit in "the limits" to keep it right. I've never stopped before I've hurt somebody ...or may be just myself. And the saddest part of this story is that all the new generations suffer from this "more & more" phenomenon. And it would never be bad, only if we all knew the limits of our own powers and rights. We go for more, no matter how bad we hurt the rest. We put our own wishes and points of view above the rights of the others. We lie and curse, beyond the motto of "FREEDOM"...freedom of speech, freedom of the spirit, freedom of it all....But what is freedom to those who have never been slaves? What is freedom of speech to people who have no ethics? What is freedom of spirit to people who have no faith in God, and most of it - who don't fear God's power?

Welcome 2 My Extended Mind...

Introducing myself.

Hello. This is me:

►Undecided for many things. Absolutely sure in the rest. Trustful n Trustworthy (when it comes to friends). Friends? Just a few... when I need only one, may be two. So, I'm also lucky having more than I needed. Lucky. Never win at the casinos, though I tried my luck in Vegas. Travel. I'm crossing borders and collecting small country flags, but mostly traveling in time. Back & Forth. Past? Regrets? Saying "No Regrets" would be just too easy to escape liability. I've did some mistakes and I wish i could appologize for them, but the silence sealed my lips and excuses fade in time. Still living my life with dignity and devotion. Every step i've taken, i've made it with love and passion - so my greatest sins have been my holly revelations and my better acts just haven't been good enough...yet. Present? Here I am. Trying to be nice with the people on my way up, so if I ever meet them on my way down - I hope it would hurt less. Still I stay true to myself and if I don't like you - you already know that. Proud. I've been through some ups and downs and I've never been really down on my knees. I bow only infront of God. Faith. I have faith in my dreams - for a better future. Future? Green. Go green and plant a tree. Satisfaction. No hunger and no poverty - equal human rights. No more children abuse. No more crying mothers. Better Me - better World. Join me. Be a better friend, a better son or daughter, a better lover tommorow. Tommorow is our future, be kind with it. Accept it with a smile no matter some days may end up with tears. Cry? I do cry sometimes. I cry for love - for giving too much or for taking it all away. Sometimes I cry on movies, theatre or dance shows. There are a few genius alive that can get my tears for free - Paul Haggies, Danny Boyle, Gustavo Montesano, Joaquin Cortes. Inspiration. This is what their minds have brought me to. Living legends. I am so lucky living at their time, just like any of you who learn to praise people's work before they pass away. Because now it's too late for me to meet el Marquiz de Pubol in the Figueras bakery or to take a photo with Norma Jean front of Stardust Hotel&Casino... even too late to make a photo of Stardust itself. I arrive a year later after the big BOOM and the dust - that's what was left from the legendary Vegas STARDUST resort after 48 years of operation. Oh, and lucky me - I had left before another Vegas legend went BOOM ... The beautiful old Frontier. I hope Circus Circus could last forever. Forever? How long could that be, when I am just a mortal little girl. Not long enough to change or fix what time has destroyed, but quite enough to leave a trade. History could never promise me "forever" in its lap, but it would be great if 50 years from now at least one single person remembers my name. Vanity? No. Glory? No. Just a dream that a someone might say "She was a good girl"...May be you - my love, you may say it to the grandchildren. Or my be you, my reader, you may read this you your children and say you liked me...may be not. More? Always...Keep moving, keep writing◄

Thank you for reading. See you in the next entry.
Good bye.