More Than Words

New cover today of a song that’s been much too covered, but I don’t care because I love it. I learned the first half of the song way back when I was about 14 from my cousin Missy and continued to know only half of it until today when I finally sat down and decided to learn it in full. It was pretty much the only song I knew on the guitar until I was about 22 when my dad sent me a guitar while I was living in NY to cure me of my homesickness [it worked for a spell]. Considering I only knew how to play the verses, no one ever wanted to hear me play it.

I’ve always loved the message of this song. Though I do talk a lot—this blog is evidence enough of that—I’ve never been very skilled at verbally expressing how I feel about someone unless I have time to sit down and write out a thoughtful letter. I think it’s because I learned early on that romantic words can be just that… words. And even more dangerous: words that are carefully placed together to create a loving scenario whether the love actually exists or not.

In my last semi-relationship, my main fault—according to the guy—was my incapacity for letting him know how I felt about him. He needed me to open up; I needed him to give me time. I always thought the little things I did like taking care of him when he was sick, or cooking him dinner or trying my best to get to know his friends and still give him space was enough to show that he was different, he was special… to me.

But guess what? It wasn’t. Oh well… as I always say, c’est la vie.

Either I find a guy who just gets my weird ways or I’ll be a forever bachelor. And yes, I think women can be them too. Screw the “ette”… if I go by that term, I’ll be called an old maid by the time I’m 40. And who wants that?

Anywho… here’s the cover. I had one… two… three… maybe four serious mess ups, but me thinks it’ll do.

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The Connected Addiction

What’s the one gadget I can’t live without but I wish I could? It’s the obvious but true choice: my cellphone.

Mobile, cell, smartphone, whatever you want to call it, it’s easily the one object that I’ve come to rely on so heavily, if I’m without it for longer than an hour—sometimes even 30 minutes—I begin to feel what I can only describe as a mild form of panic. I NEED to find out if someone’s called me, texted me, emailed me, gchatted me, facebooked me and even tweeted me. It’s a bit ridiculous just how “connected” I need to feel when in actuality it distances me from the real world.

How many times do you go to a restaurant and see two people sitting right across from each other and instead of conversing, their heads are down, eyes glued to the screens of their iPhones barely registering the fact that there’s another human being directly in front of them? If you haven’t noticed before, take a second to look around you and I’m sure the number you see will surprise you.

Even the simplest things like being on time to meet a friend is taken for granted with the advent of the cellphone. Think about it: you’re running 5 minutes late and instead of feeling bad you simply pick up your phone, call your friend and let them know you’re a bit tardy. I remember when I was still in high school I always made sure I was at least 5 minutes early because there was no way to contact someone if I was late… unless they had a beeper but I wasn’t chic enough for that.

In any case, I used to practice turning off my phone for at least an hour during the day and I’m thinking I should start doing that again but it’s just to hard to do that in my line of work. I’m constantly emailed and expected to respond immediately. Everyone is. I know that even I—the endorser of “patience is a virtue”—feel my blood start to boil when someone I work with doesn’t respond quickly with an answer I need.

Time is money. Money is time.

If I only I could buy more hours in a day.

If I was a flower, I’d be sad.

My doctor’s office called me today with the results of my yearly physical and apparently I have extremely low levels of Vitamin D. I can’t figure out the reason for it since I get plenty of sun especially because the weather has been so pretty and I’ve been hiking a lot. Super strange.

My body is a drooping daisy | Photo via

Anyway, I’ve to apparently start taking Vitamin D pills. I know there’s nothing wrong with taking pills and a lot of people are constantly trying to get me to take extra vitamins but I’ve never really been into it. Just as I avoid the doctor like the plague until I’m literally so sick I might as well be on my death bed, I tend to avoid taking any kind of pill unless I’m coughing up a lung. But, oh well. Doctor’s orders will be followed—at least for a little while.

& now to bed. This girl has had another long day: work, doctor, work, gym then road trip to the sister’s.

Nighty-night kiddos.

Dating on the 405?

New tech concept: BUMP.

I know there’s that contact transfer app for your iPhone/Android using the same name, but this idea is different. It’s actually an online platform in its beta stage where you can register or ‘claim’ your license plate and connect it with some kind of contact [voicemail, email, etc.]. Once registered, people will be able to send you messages via the site based on your license plate number.

A little creepy, yes, but just think of the dating possibilities. Who needs the internet when you have the highway? UrbanDaddy says it best—

[What’s] a place that’s teeming with fresh-faced twentysomethings, gorgeous thirtysomethings and beautiful fortysomethings[?] It’s called the 405. Total hot spot. Always packed.

Now when you’re stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic thinking you’d rather be shot in the foot than sit in your car for a second longer, you can simply glance to your left or right and spend your time instead looking for that special someone… or a hookup… or a friend: whatever floats your boat. Best of all if you happen to spot your muse, or in my case a real life Jake Ryan [I can dream, can’t I?], but he’s 2-lanes over and about to exit on Sunset, it’s not a problem. Your soulmate is not driving away forever. Take a picture of his license plate or take note of it in your head and you’re all good. Let’s just hope he thinks you’re cute too.

UrbanDaddy also points out that “getting attractive drivers’ phone numbers isn’t the only use for Bump. If you happen to see a car that’s about to be towed, you can be a Good Samaritan and send them a quick message to let them know.”

But real talk?

It’s mainly for getting attractive drivers’ phone numbers.

Waking Up & Working Out

Since I started back up on my health kick, I’ve mainly been going to the gym in the evenings after work or sometimes pretty late at night in order to tire myself out enough to be able to sleep. However, in the last week or so I’ve found myself waking up rather early [for absolutely no reason at all] and going to the gym or on a hike out of sheer boredom. At first this new habit was pretty annoying as I kind of love staying in bed, but I’ve got to admit it’s been pretty wonderful getting up before or as the sunrises and starting my day on a high-note. As I’ve said before I’m ALWAYS in a good mood after working out, on top of that I feel energized, healthier and most of all it’s out of the way. I don’t have to feel guilty about accepting the invitation of a friend for dinner or drinks since I’ve already done my daily workout. AND if I’ve had a day of gluttony, I can always go back to the gym for a quick run to get rid of that annoying guilt.

Apparently agrees with me since an email entitled Workout Wake Up Call landed in my inbox yesterday. It linked to an article which extolled the benefits of the AM workout. They pretty much were on par with why I liked my morning exercise sessions but they also listed this which I found interesting and all the more encouraging:

You Burn More Fat

According to Weight Loss For All, exercising first thing in the morning can help you burn more fat. After coming off a night without food, the glycogen levels in your muscle and liver are low. This forces your body to tap in to its fat reserves for energy. Burning more fat can put you on the road to weight loss.

I’m not going to lie, I started working out because I wanted to look good in a bikini. Let’s face it, a positive body image helps me have a healthy and happy attitude, but don’t misunderstand me—my reasoning for working out is far from just losing weight. Though it is an added benefit and was the original cause for this sudden fitness kick… I work out because it makes me feel good, stronger, less tired and most of all HEALTHY.

Yes, we’ve all dragged our feet to the gym but though I’ll often hear someone say, “I regret not going to the gym,” I never hear the opposite. So new AM workout routine. If anyone wants to workout with me or just needs a wake-up call to get that extra kick in the pants in the morning, you know how to reach me.

Let’s get motivated.

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If you’re interested in reading the full article on, you can find it here.

San Diego Surprise

I drove to San Diego last night to surprise my friend Wilmar for his birthday. Wilmar is an old friend from university who I met during my dorky days as an a cappella singer for the Tritones. He was the director when I first joined and is one of my many talented musician friends. He’s also extremely awesome. Recently, he and two of my other friends, Justin & Mu, did a cover of Wendy’s “Chili Can Be Served with Cheese” song at my behest.

Another thing that makes him awesome-sauce is that his only request for his birthday was that everyone make him a birthday card using 1 sheet of paper and crayons (which he provided). I lahbbbs him.

We spent the night at their usual dive, JT’s for some karaoke, whiskey and pool. I’m always curious as to why I get extra points with guys just because I like to drink my whiskey straight. If you think it tastes good, why shouldn’t I? It’s not a complaint though since it usually works in my favor just as it did last night. The bartender was so impressed by my taste for the liquor that all my Jamesons were on the house (save for the first which was $5 …oh LA, I wish that you’d follow suit). After the pub we went to Roberto’s to satisfy my Mexican craving. Mmm… carne asada fries.

I felt pretty awful this morning about last night’s gluttony so I decided to hike at Torrey Pines. I’m so glad I went: it was GORGEOUS today.

I think I hiked almost 10 miles. I’ve always regretted the fact that I didn’t really take advantage of the time I lived in San Diego. If I wasn’t in class, I was studying, or at work, or my second job, or in rehearsal for the Tritones or whatever play I was in OR eating/sleeping so that I could have the energy to do everything I had to do. I never had the time to just appreciate how beautiful San Diego really is.

Best thing about the hike today: no weirdos. Just me, my music and the trails.

And now football Sunday with some of my faves. Congrats Packers. GO JETS!

Idyllic Isolation, Interrupted

Once again I woke up way early but this time it was 4am… so what to do. I had planned on going to the gym but then got caught up watching BSG [or Battlestar Gallactica for you non-sci-fi heads out there]. By the time my inner geek was thoroughly satiated, the sun was up and I decided it was too pretty to be in a stuffy gym so I checked out Runyon Canyon instead which I haven’t been to since I was about 16.

It was SO great running up that hill. I had also completely forgotten just how spectacular the view is—

Unfortunately, right after I took this picture my tranquil alone time was spoilt. As I’m standing there ear buds in, catching my breath and taking in this amazing view in an even more amazing city, I see out of the corner of my eye a guy inching his way closer and closer to me. I kept turning my body in the opposite direction in hopes that he’d take a hint but alas, he did not. He made it a point to tap me on the shoulder in order to say, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” WOOOOOW, you’re perceptive, Guy.

Don’t get me wrong—if you know me at all, you’re aware that I really do enjoy meeting random strangers in any given situation. But sometimes, as everyone does, I feel like having some alone time. I’ve always been someone who needs to get away, be by myself and just breathe, at least for an hour or so a day. I especially felt that this morning. Quiet house, beautiful day; all I wanted was to get outside, get lost in some music and do something active… ALONE.

The problem is I can be too nice, or at least that’s what I’m told. After the guy got my attention and jabbered on about how he was yet another wannabe actor in Hollywack, he asked if I’d want to go down the hill with him. What I thought in my head was a polite, “Sorry, but I’d rather be alone,” somehow translated to, “Yes, but first let’s sit and chat on this bench even though I just said that I brought a book to read while I’m up here.” To make matters worse, the guy was wearing the very distinct scent of my ex. Sensory overload: the gross kind.

After I finally told him, “Umm… maybe you should just go down the hill on your own because I’m going to be reading for a while,” he seemed offended saying, “I was just trying to keep you company,” but THEN asked if we could keep in contact after today. I never know how to say no in these situations without coming off as a jerk, so I replied instead with a very unenthusiastic, “Uhh.. sure, I guess.” Mind you I was also book-in-hand, facing forward with sunglasses on.

Maybe the guy was just THAT dense. Or maybe I need to work on my cold shoulder a little more [ha, even the thought of that makes me feel bad]. In any case, I guess if I go to Runyon by myself I should maybe expect it. Seeing as two other guys tried to pick me up after dense guy left, the place is teeming with singles. Orrr, maybe I should just stick with Wildwood.

Since the guy had completely ruined my endorphin high from the run uphill… I decided to go to the gym and get those chemicals reignited. I’m happy to report, it worked.

Get ‘er dun, people. GET ‘ER DUN.