"Luis Fonsi @DR"

Last night, I was a bit...hmmm...on the down side : p

And as I got home and poured myself a glass of wine, Anys calls me: "I have 2 VIP tickets to go to Luis Fonsi's concert tonight, and I have no one to go with. Would you like to come? You have 30 minutes to get ready!"

WHAT?!

Ok, so I tremendously dislike big crowds, the reason why I hadn't even thought of going to the lovely Fonsi concert. But, come on! I could not turn down a last minute offer like this one!

So, I went, and loved every second of it. I wasn't even jumping or screaming, like all the other girls were. I was mesmerized; just standing still, gazing at his little body, which was there, so REAL! Artists can become something so mystical, you know?

Anyways, I've loved his songs and his sweet voice for years; so I was totally HAPPY for being there last night.

He sings beautifully! Although his stage presence is not very powerful, his voice is impeccable, and he's flirty and cute, and all that good stuff girls like in a boy artist; so it's all good ;)

Loved last night! Thanks for thinking of ME, Anys!

Fragment: LETTERING ART

Going through old e-mails yesterday, I ran through this motivating quote:

"To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did..."

For quite a while, I've had a burning desire to take a class of some sort. I haven't been sure of exactly what kind of class, but I've just been wanting to learn something new, use my brain a bit more, and have homework to do ;)

I've thought about dance classes, french, sculpture, lettering art, creative writing, or perhaps, get my masters? (hmmm...)

Ok, so the french class I already got on with. Although, I have to admit I've left it behind and must resume it :p I have taken up yoga instead of a dance class and absolutely LOVE IT! ;) I've thought of the masters subject, but don't think it makes much sense at this point in my life (why? this will take another post!).

So, I looked for information on a LETTERING ART course and found a cute, little art school not too far from my house...I am soooo excited! It is a 6 week program, 3 hours of practicing calligraphy each day..ufff! I went this weekend, and felt like I was in 1st grade learning how to write! My hand was shaky and all, WHAT?! :) But I must say, for those three hours, my mind did not wander off ANYWHERE. What a relieve!

I need more of these...CLASSES!

"Boho Mag"

I have found a magazine that feels so me: BOHO MAG!

BOHO GIRL

Free. Radical. Independent.

Her styles is her own.

It's personal, existential.

Her only fear is conventions.

Her only weakness, shoes.

The bump on her nose adds character,

the scar on her shoulder adds strength,

the curl in her hair adds attitude.

There's no such thing as imperfection,

just originality.

Unmovable, Unshakeable, Unstoppable,

She is America's next top rode model.

Someone both inspired and inspiring.

She embraces her spirituality,

aspires to her dreams,

lives through her passions.

She is a world changer.

She is bohemian.

She is boho girl.

Visit its website www.bohomag.com and its blog http://www.bohomag.blogspot.com/ !

Fragment: FAITH

Today, I sing these words by faith: "YOU ARE THE ROCK THAT I LEAN ON". Where else would my faith make sense? What/who else in this world is strong enough, steady enough, faithful enough to trust my life with, but You?


Today, I feel that I've come to my senses. Thankfully, your mercy is renewed each morning. You've guarded my life and my heart despite my unwise decisions. I am grateful for the undeserved love You show me each day.


Help me to also be faithful to You.

"Notes to Myself"

Sometimes you don't have to write what you feel or think, because somehow, others have already done it for you...

"Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes and I am left the same as I began. The more things change the more I am the same. It appears that my life is a constant irony of maturity and regression, but my sense of progress is based on the illusion that things out there are going to remain the same and that, at last, I have gained a little control. But there will never be means to ends, only means. And I am means. I am what I started with, and when it is all over I will be all that is left of me. "

-Excerpt from book 'Notes to Myself'