Climate Change?

When it rains, you find shelter. If there’s no shelter, you either improvise or give up. There’s no stopping the rain, but there’s only so much you can take. Getting a little wet is one thing, but drowning is a different story. So what to do? Improvise or give up?

Feliz Navidad!

My favorite Christmas memory was when I lived in New York in the mid 90's. All of my twenty-something cousins and I running around my aunt's house like deranged maniacs, my parents, aunts & uncles drunk beyond measure, and the loud ass Dominican Christmas music on blast. No better place than Washington Heights for the holidays. There was this purity in the air. No worries, no stress, no anything. Just love.

This Christmas wasn't as memorable, but I'm still thankful nonetheless. I hope the new year brings you and I peace, love, and the strength to be better human beings.

Speaking of the Frogger...

He's in desperate need of one of these again. Miami pidgeons must eat madd Taco Bell, bro...

iLL Random Playlist

My drive home at night is always nice, but tonight's was exceptional. It was 70 degrees, windy; the salty ocean breeze was crisp so you know I rode with the windows down.  That wind in my hair is pure goodness. Mmm! The hazy Miami skyline looked so enchantingly gansgta, too.. if that makes any sense. My iPod was obviously feelin' that. I got a nice ass mix...

"DC Gorillaz" --> Wale

"Ain't No Nigga" --> Jay-Z featuring Foxy Brown

"Turn It Out Live" --> Soulive

That drive was the best way to forget about the stress of the day, for real!

PS: I got stopped at a red light while I was still on South Beach and I was jammin so hard to the Wale joint. I almost didn't notice these geeky tourists in a mini-van across the way, bouncin with it and getting all riled up. All I could do was laugh... I must have looked like such a hippy feelin myself in my little green bug.

Stay Classy, Miami.

A Little Weezy

(I can't believe I found a picture of the one I have! It's such an old piece of shit!)

Asthma sucks... Especially when it pops up when the weather's gorgeous outside. Sunny, windy & 70 degrees. I've used that stupid nebulizer more than twice this week and let me tell you, albuterol is nothing to fuck with. I got the shakes so bad I feel like a crackhead after my asthma treatment. You know what's worse?

Now every time I say "weezy", I cringe a little.

Please say da baby.

Song of The Day

Wait, do you see my heart on my sleeve?

It's been there for days on end and

It's been waiting for you to open up...

Priceless

This kid's parents must have DIED laughing.

via: digg

Remember 7th Grade?

Well, I just don't remember it... Lino found it under my bed. A box full of hundreds of notes, valentine cards, dried rose petals, love letters, party invitations, student IDs, movie & theme park tickets, and more than enough nast-o-grams than anyone can stomach in one day. I created this box at the beginning of 7th grade, right after I moved back to Miami from Dominican Republic. At the time I felt like I needed to keep concrete pieces of my life because it changed so often. Reading them took me to another place... where I can still smell my old, blue, overly-whited-out, Jansport; feel how fucking cold Mr. Garcia's room was right after lunch; and laugh hysterically at people getting unexpectedly smacked with grape juice baggies in Spill Out.

I pretty much created a time capsule in a Nike Air Force 1 box.

Logic Studio

"With that, you can set the universe on fire,... or create it."

Thanks, Dani :) Just installed it...

♬ is ❤

The Crystal Ball

Reflect blinding light and create tidbits of beauty all throughout its reach. Purify negativity, flip it into optimism, and yet: remain still. Life hanging by a thin, crimson thread, prominent & regal. Swaying like a pendulum, steady and in time. Never jolting or losing control; transparent yet never overlooked...

Wouldn't it be nice?

Sesame Street

I'm sure all of our parents were incredibly thankful for Sesame Street. A funny, educational show that had us sitting still for at least thirty minutes, taught us our ABCs, & how to count to 20 [von ah ah ah, two ah ah ah...]. Snuffleupagus & Cookie Monster were my FAVORITE. Snuffy was like the Muppet version of Eeyore and Cookie Monster was just an obnoxious ass fiend. There had to be something in those cookies. For real.

Anyway, here's a video that I've watched repeatedly over the past week solely because of how hard I laugh when I watch it. Thanks, Byron =)

Can't forget about Snuffy... and this random little girl.

Music Video of The Day

For a split second, I thought it was Prince. ALAS! White boy got soul!
"The Top" by Francis and the Lights

♬ is ❤.

My Homeboy

Texas Pete! A nice addition to pretty much anything... which leads me to believe he's not from Texas at all.What do you think?

Gotta love the cowboy.

Beautiful.

"Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek." 

--Barack Obama

Hi, my name is Gaby and I'm an addict.

A few weeks ago, a bunch of my friends starting going on this Netflix binge with this show called Heroes and how they couldn't stop watching. Pfff.. please, a show? Get over it. It's just TV. I was never inclined to watch. EVER. Anyway, all they talked about was this show and how great it is and I'm like, "OK, wtf is the big deal?". I signed up for Netflix [free for 30 days, holla] and started watching about a few weeks ago. On a weeknight. At 1am. I didn't go to bed til 9am watching the episodes back to back like a fiend. I knew I had to go to sleep but I couldn't! I was BEYOND hooked. Tim Kring [writer/creator/ruiner of lives] found a way to visually crack-infest YOUR BRAIN. I'm addicted to this show. I've watched all of season 1, 2, and 3 in a matter of DAYS. Yes, you're right: no sleep whatsoever... and now I'm freaking out because volume 4 doesn't air until February 2nd. 

Whatever.

Save the cheerleader, save the world.

The Enemy for The Gullibles

via: digg

Ok, I ♥ you now.

Since as far back as I can remember, I've always hated bananas. Wanna hear my sorry excuses? "The texture's gross" or "Ew, I hate the smell"... you know, being obnoxious. I was too busy being a picky diva to realize its sheer amazingness. Conveniently packaged, easy to eat, and the no-mess factor is beautious. It was only til very recently that I got hooked... Thanks.

PS: Shout out to Platanos. You know you hold a special place in my heart. 

Anjuli Stars

Have you ever felt like some of the people you've met in your lifetime were destined to be in your path? Like the pseudo-magnetic pull from within that never ceases to search for its counterparts... and when it happens, it feels like home. Anj is one of those people.

My girl. Get 'em.

♬ is ❤

--gabz.

WTF.

Damn it. Gotta cut down on the Dominican food...

via: digg

Tequila, To Kill Ya.

Whenever there's tequila involved, you know shit is about to get rowdy. Good or bad, it's obviously a game changer. Your inhibitions turn to shit and  apparently nothing can be "too loud". Thanks to the shitty Mexican restaurant in Young Circle [with its 46oz Horni Margaritas] for making yesterday special. Happy B'day, Mikey.

Kalai

His name is Kalai. I stumbled upon him on the internet the other night... his voice is like warm syrup on your skin. He calls it "urban vintage".

Perfection.
♬ is ❤--gabz.

A Tupac Christmas

I originally posted this on my myspace blog September 13th, 2007. I revisited the entry yesterday and I HAD to put it here...

People love to see the ugly in others... they'd rather bask in someone's misfortune than glorify the beauty in them... isn't that a form of prejection?

My friend, Kang [hi, kangies], says that Tupac's life was a Shakespearean tragedy, and I completely agree. Born into misery, pulling strength from within, completely changing the world with his commandeering persona... he was too good. Too good to be alive for very long. People don't like to be overshadowed... and he overshadowed so many with his glow. Of course, the media embellished his thug appeal... turning his tattoo into the essence of his being. There was so much more to Tupac than him spittin' atrocities into a microphone....

Lino [hi, linooo] sent me this link to Tupac's first MTV interview, which never aired. I've watched it so many times already... each time hurting a little more... to the point of tears. Seriously. Watch for yourself and see what I mean...

I feel him so much on this. For those of us born into nothing, we must create the empire. We must create the prophecy. We must create the dream and live it... If it doesn't start with us, it doesn't start anywhere.


♬ is ❤--gabz.