In a rub a dub style..

Today is the day…

Reggae  ( of all kinds,  good old roots, new roots, dancehall..] will always be my first and true love, so I feel like I should represent, and for that reason I can’t think of anyone better than Robert Nesta Marley!

Impossible to pick the best song though…some of my favorites are:

-Rat Race

-Roots

-Who feels it knows it

-Bad Card

-Jah Live

-Give thanks and praises

-Stand Alone

-So Jah said

-Nice times

-Forever lovin’ Jah

and many many more…..

Here it goes!  Rat Race…definitely a song close to my heart and so up to date with what goes on around Babylon and  the world of politics, it is timeless and classic!

Uh! Ya too rude!
Uh! Eh! OH What a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
Oh, what a rat race!
This is the rat race! Rat race! (Rat race!)

Some a lawful, some a bastard, some a jacket:
Oh, what a rat race, yeah! Rat race!

Some a gorgon-a, some a hooligan-a, some a guine-gog-a
In this ‘ere rat race, yeah!
Rat race!
I’m singin’ that
When the cat’s away,
The mice will play.
Political voilence fill ya city, ye-ah!
Don’t involve Rasta in your say say;
Rasta don’t work for no C.I.A.
Rat race, rat race, rat race! Rat race, I’m sayin’:
When you think is peace and safety:
A sudden destruction.
Collective security for surety, ye-ah!

Don’t forget your history;
Know your destiny:
In the abundance of water,
The fool is thirsty.
Rat race, rat race, rat race!”

Rat race!
Oh, it’s a disgrace
To see the human-race
In a rat race, rat race!
You got the horse race;
You got the dog race;
You got the human-race;
But this is a rat race, rat race“

and the others…

Enjoy! Blessed Love!!!!

More fire!

Radiohead…

I’ll go with the classic choice! [Creep by Radiohead]

Maaaannn,  those 3 blasts of guitar noise are so damn great!  Heavy and sarcastic… Everyone  I know has blasted this song at least once!

me loves!

“When you were here before,
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fuck@ng special

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I’m not around
You’re so fuck$ng special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She’s running out the door
She’s running out
She run run run run…
run… run…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fuck*ng special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t belong here…

The most beautiful songs…

I love music…I can’t live without it!

I was just thinking of all the great songs that have inspired me throughout the years.. THERE ARE SO MANY !!!!!

To me, today [tomorrow I may change my mind], one of the most beautiful songs ever has got to be “cigarettes and coffee” by Otis Redding!

So enjoy…I’ll keep posting them!

Life itself by Dr. Nonsensee

People often ask me, are you happy??

When asked I often think- uhmmmm, if I am nor super happy, or very sad, what am I?? Do you know?  It’s a hard question to answer because people are not happy all the time, and people don’t want to hear how  unhappy  you are! (if that’s the case).

The reason why I’m posting this today is because I woke up and felt very happy,  whole as an orange…hahaha:)

I like my job, my partner, my house, my dogs, my plants, my weight…

But that is today tomorrow is a new day and who knows?!

I think people should be allowed to feel however they like!

Nonsense… this post…maybe?!!

I just feel like sharing!

Lucky there’s a Family Guy…

I have been watching this show for a very long time, and it never gets old! Family guy is too funny, every episode is hilarious!! It was was created by Seth Mcfarlane and it’s about a dysfunctional family.

The show revolves around the adventures of Petter Griffin, a bumbling but well-intentioned blue collar worker. Peter is an Irish American Catholic. His wife Lois is generally a stay-at-home mother and piano teacher, and has a distinct NY Accent from being a member a  wealthy family of socialites. Peter and Lois have three children: daughter Meg,  who is frequently the butt of jokes due to her homeliness and lack of popularity; teenage son Chris, who is overweight, unintelligent and, in many respects, a younger version of his father; infant son Stewie, a diabolical infant of ambiguous sexual orientation who has adult mannerisms and speaks fluently with an affected upper-class, English accent and uses archvillain phrases.  Living with the family is Brian, the family dog, who walks on two legs, drinks martinis, smokes and engages in human conversation, though he is still considered a pet in many respects.

Enjoy…

Nina…

I decided to add a new category to my blog: Things I Like!

I will start with my all time favorite  female singer, Nina Simone…

There are tons of reasons why she is my favorite… 1) her attitude towards life, 2) the way she carried herself, 3) her beautiful voice, and [my favorite reason] 4) her unexpected music.

I love her because she cannot be labeled as anything…

She was ( and still is) a little bit of everything!

Bio..

Eunice Kathleen Waymon  A.K.A  [the great] Nina Simone was born in North Carolina, USA, February 21, 1933. In the late 50s she recorded her first album.

Although Nina was called the “High Priestess of Soul” by her fans and was regarded by them as an almost religious figure, she was often misunderstood as well. The High Priestess would walk different paths to find the adequate songs to spread her message.

A protest singer; a jazz singer; a pianist; an arranger and a composer, Nina Simone is a great artist who defies easy classification. She is all of these: a jazz-rock-pop-folk-black musician. In fact, we can find her biography in jazz, rock, pop, black and soul literature. Her style and her hits provided many singers and groups with material for hits of their own.

Nina Simone died April 21, 2003 in Carry-le-Rouet, Bouches-du-Rhône, France.

(Info taken from http://boscarol.com/nina/)

Only 2 of my favorites…

a while….

Long time and nothing….

I know!!! I haven’t had the time to do anything! I had a crazy year, really REALLY insane with tons of random things happening, some good, some so so sh$tty, and some very sad….

It’s calming down as work requires all of my time basically…. but yes, it has been crazy …

So many things to talk about….

1) I miss you Biba, you are very special and you will never be forgotten!

2) Teacher Rosangela and Mr. Arnold I would love to apologize for being a brat in school, I understand how hard it is to teach a class full of brats!

3) Sabrina, you are strong, beautiful and you are going to overcome all of this, I just know it!!!

I cannot believe so many things have happened, in such a short time, live and learn, that is all i can take from 2008 so far!

When My Mind is Still

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I remember things too easily forgotten:
The purity of early love,
The maturity of unselfish love that asks –
desires — nothing but another’s good,
The idealism that has persisted through all the tempest of life.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can find a quiet assurance, an inner peace, in the core of my being.
It can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety,
Can accept these harsh realities and can even grow
Because of these challenges to my essential being.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can sense my basic humanity,
And then I know that all men and women are my brothers and sisters.
Nothing but my own fear and distrust can separate me from the love of friends.
If I can trust others, accept them, enjoy them,
Then my life shall surely be richer and more full.
If I can accept others, this will help them to be more truly themselves,
And they will be more able to accept me.

When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I know how much life has given me:
The history of the race, friends and family,
The opportunity to work, the chance to build myself.
Then wells within me the urge to live more abundantly,
With greater trust and joy,
With more profound seriousness and earnest service,
And yet more calmly at the heart of life.

Paul Beattie

Porto Alegre, Tchê!

I just recently went to visit my family in Porto Alegre. Despite all the sad news I’ve been receiving lately from that side of BRASIL, I had a great time with my family and friends. First night, I arrived and went to my cousins bday dinner/gathering, then after that I went to a club called “Chairs” with some of my favorite girls and my bff Pedro de Pacas. As we arrived to the place Pedro said, I’m not sure guys, this place cost a lot and it is late, plus it looks fancy in there!….Aninha tried to bribe the security for half price but nothing. Then when we were about to leave and go home a familiar person came out and said:

- hummm you shouldn’t go in now, it is insane in there! All the good people have left and now only the crazy ones are left !

That was like a letter of recommendation! Pedro no longer was worried about the price, and Aninha was willing to pay double!! We immediately thought let’s go in! It wasn’t that crazy but as we went in and reached the dance floor, we all looked at each other in a weird kinda way. Maybe it was the cheesy trance music or all the people that were so into it! We don’t know what was going on but we sure had to a lot of laughs!!!

Thoughts on the crazy club were:

A) I no longer know how to dance to electronic music..

B) I understand that people must be on drugs to listen to that sh$t.

c) Is that time of the year again (winter)!! The women are looking orange!!!

d) Finally!! I know one song!!! (it was a weird remix with pump the jam by Technotronics)

e) is it a plane, a monkey, a human??? OHHH!!! Just guy on “e” dancing in a (hum mm) indescribable way!

f) Do you need a fork and a knife to finish her off?? (a couple doing more that just making out)

Not my type of party or my friend’s type of party but I can’t say it wasn’t fun!

Loveeeeeeee

Many thoughts on this especial day…today is Valentine’s day in Brazil….
I just got back from dinner…The restaurant we’ve been was a bit cheesy and there was a lot of older people dancing to old Brazilian music…

Thoughts:
a) I want to take a ballroom dance class
b) So cute to see old couples dancing together
c) The owner is a bit drunk (she really was… I know her well)
d) I want to sing with the band…
e) OMG!!!! I AM singing with the band!!!

Anyways it was a fun night….and I am full of love…full of good memories!
A couple of weeks ago I found this video I did in 2004 for my Valentine….
It’s cheesy, funny but also super cute ( I am a romantic after all)…
it’s funny to see how young and different we looked…. I’m chubbier and Mr. Valentine had a afro!!!
Here it is…don’t laugh!!!!

Crazy and saints…to my real friends!

Real friends are the ones that are there for you when you need it, but not only that…they are there when you don’t need it too. Real friends are honest, real friends can tell you everything, there are no secrets between good friends.

There is a text by an unknown writer that I think is perfect! I couldn’t agree more…

TO ALL OF MY FRIENDS….HERE IT IS:

“I choose my friends not by their skin or other archetype, but by their eye pupil.
It has to have questioning shine and unsettled tone.
I’m neither interested in those who are of good spirit nor those of bad habits.

I’ll stick with the ones that make me crazy and blessed.
From them, I don’t want an answer, I want to be reviewed. I want them to bring me doubts and fears and to tolerate the worst of me.
For that, only being crazy.
I want saints, so they don’t doubt differences and ask forgiveness for injustices.
I choose my friends for their clean face and their exposed soul .
I want a shoulder to lean on; but I also want their greatest happiness.
A friend that doesn’t laugh together doesn’t know how to cry together.
All my friends are like that, half foolish, half serious.
I don’t want foreseen laughter or weepings that are full of pity.
I want serious friends, those that make reality their fountain of knowledge, but also fight to keep fantasy alive.
I don’t want adult or boring friends.
I want half kids and half elderly.
Kids, so they don’t forget the value of the wind blowing on their faces and elderly people so they’re never in a hurry. I want friends to know who I am. I want to see them being clowns and being serious, crazy and saints, young and old. I will never forget that normalcy is a sterile and imbecile illusion.”