Before The Devil Knows You're Dead

We live in a world with grand temptation. How are we to believe that there is such an ideal of lasting love..

Finn met Stella at Ms.Dinsmoor's estate at a very young age. She was the first to make him feel anything remotely close to love since his family abandoned him to his uncle Joe. The lifetimes he wished he could be with such a refined girl. How his heart broke when she jetted off to France for her studies. How his heart was mended through his art, through his lifelike drawings of Stella. How he was discovered and sent off to New York City. How he magically ran into Stella on a beautiful New York day. How she tried to be with Finn over and over again to only break his heart. How when, one day in their future they would meet at Ms. Dinsmoor's estate and pick up from there. 

For those that believe in everlasting love, whether they had to wait for it.

I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die, Juliet. The Montagues and The Capulets lived a life of hatred for one another. They hoped to portray these feelings towards their teenage children, but fate would have it a different way. The way Romeo fell for Juliet is ever so endearing. The soliloquy's they made **through the pen of Shakespeare** would have been shouted from a mountain top if they had such a chance. The destruction of all that was their love because of their families adversities. As sad as they ended, they chose to die with untainted love for one another.

For those that believe in everlasting love, whether they had to sacrifice for it.

At first sight, Noah was immediately taken by Allie. He did everything in his being just to get a simple date with her. The cost of living a rich and rewarding life her parents had chosen for her versus the life she felt around Noah, feeling his touch, reeling in his kiss; was more real to her than any money could buy. Her strong sense of self, but knowing as a youth in that day, not much could happen..led her to leave that love behind and eventually fall "in love" with another man. When Noah made all his dreams come true in that house, all the effort he put into it knowing, that one day Allie would see it and maybe see him in another light made him strive for it all. And yes, she fell once again. The lasting relationship they had, how he never left her side throughout all they had faced...when they became old and gray.

For those that believe in everlasting love, when you have to wait and sacrifice for it.

I do believe in love. It may not be the story tales of 'Great Expectations' by Charles Dickens, 'Romeo and Juliet' by Shakespeare or 'The Notebook' by Nicolas Sparks but what I believe is out there, pure and full of la joie de vivre. It will be everlasting because at the end of the day, true love needs to strive to be with a person of similar positive beliefs, no matter how much opposite in life we are. Love is love and we all deserve to believe in its being.

**when you look in the mirror and wonder where that soulmate (of yours) is, just remember that said person is looking right back in their own mirror and thinking the same thing**

hazah!

Comic Books Turn Pages

I have always loved cartoons.

 When I realized at a young age that I could, infact draw, I was drawn (pun not intended) to cartoon figures.

The beautiful Jessica Rabbit (whoever drew her obviously loves to masterbate; probable on going arguement between gary k wolf, russell hall and richard williams).

Archie and the Gang, (such art work of hooligans that I, with tremendous inspiration, spread onto my kitchen backsplash).

Gem and the Holograms (possibly the reason why, I went into the beauty industry). 

The wonder and hardwork I put into a nail cartoon (obviously on my vain self) while trying to portray its expression in a near paperless world can either be remarkably difficult or inexcusably remarkable.

I think the Jetsons are in order for my next "get nailed" venture..or maybe the

Flintstones..either way Hanna Barbera is gonna find a way to sue my ass.

Side Note: Crocs are so the world of the past (and the constant gardener not featuring Ralph Fiennes means that gardening aint really worth it...VOLDERMORT, yes I love HP). KROC --non registered brand-- hailing from Ottawa is how this blog makes it money. (were you laughing too, knowing that I do not make money off this blog........yet)

Here is to cartoons in nail format...

 The only way Kathleen Turner will be loved by excruciating beauty.

 That righteous feeling boys feel in their drawers--nail format

 I want hamburgers obviously, but do they have sweet potato fries at Pop Tate's?!

Harry Potter...about to use the world's view of money; debit.

How Jack Bauer spends his nights off CTU or UNDERCOVER.

Side Note Once Again; if you want to see the indestructible composure that is art (and mainly the opposite of cartooning)... 
check out
 **I hired a drum roll for a reason**

 http://maslowiec.carbonmade.com/

(he's a daring, inventive, devout artist. climb into his earthly being, a substitute life for absract in seconds).
**basically this dude can draw. I believe that his latest breasts drawings were developed from my rack of greatness. His views may be different obtaining a 'posing method' theory...well then pose them again with the
A cup you have been using since time**.

 

hazah!

The Reason. The Season. The Lifetime

"The whole world is not meant to like every aspect of who I am, and frankly Scarlet, I don't give a damn."

**just a quote the late great clark gable and I are working on**

The visible mystery of how we meet/met the people we know/knew.

The ones that are in your shadow during the darkest nights. The ones that preserve your every thought as if it were their own. The ones who share a bright eyed future, who believe in positive energy. The ones that want to be apart of an endearing story.

The Reasons you will continue to enjoy the company of these good folk.

The ones that laugh when you weren't really telling a joke. The ones that tell you that your ass really can't wear white linen pants (oh and beige doesn't work either..did I say that they only met you 2 days ago?!). The ones who collide with you on your views of attainable (self) goals. The ones that hold up your hair over the porcelain yet forget your name in five.

The Seasons you have faced with these people will end yet, you can always expect a repeat four times a year.

The ones that your everyday you thank a god for bringing them into your being. The laughter you share that increases your adoration for one another. The ones who endure all that you are made of and still stand to be their own person. The source of all that is life.

The Lifetimes you only hope to **encounter with these souls.

**reincarnation**

As human beings, we have each type in our lives. We sometimes let the reasons slide by because we test our own happiness. We sometimes let the seasons gather round for too long. We sometimes let the lifetimes tolerate who we are, we then decide to do better, to be better, to love more, to laugh more, to have more light in our eyes, our minds, our ever being of dreams...all because it will last a lifetime. 

and God rested on the seventh day.

side note: y'all need to read 'the picture of dorian gray' by my main man, Oscar Wilde..

hazah!

how long has your head been in your own ass?!

"take my advice, if your heart's not in it, let it go"

those are the sweet words of reggae artist Beres Hammond from his song 'let it go'

"stop wasting time, don't fool yourself, it won't grow"

"if your heart's not in it"

Okay..I am done my rambling...or am I?! I just do not have respect for most music these days. I live for music. I used to live for stealing my parents cds..now that I do not live at home it's more difficult (my own collection has always beat theirs but its nice to NOT buy your own Garth Brooks greatest hits cd)...I used to have a policy that if I have it for more than two weeks than damn straight it belongs to me!!! Oh! and how well that went over with my folks.

I am not a fan of Lady Gaga. Yes, she is catchy but so is herpes. I do not understand why she makes music. If Frank Zappa were still alive, he would spit in her wannabe face..then he would realize that spitting is not enough and he would, from heaven pass the torch to his son Ahmet. Her lyrics are bogus..(bill and ted could have done a better job writing songs)

Another loser is Katy Perry. As a nail technician, she is a daring dream. As a vocalist, she is the ughh, ewww and why oh why!!! I think she sounds alot like Ethel Murman...think about it and listen once again to everything she has made.

I am a believer in music. I live to sing, ask my parents, ask my sisters, ask Sarah, ask Natalie (okay so, you don't know these people). I just love singing. I have a wonderful voice...my Madre used to stand outside my room when I thought she was out shopping, she would knock on my door when I would finish singing "killing me softly" and barge in saying how great I was... (umm yeah ma, I know, but I'm in my skivvies). I would put on Cher concerts for my Mom most friday nights. I would drop Whitney's "I will always love you" on my friends at the bus stop to rave reviews. DO YOU GET HOW MUCH I AM IN LOVE WITH THE WORD OF MUSIC YET?

I am a fan of the ability to strum a guitar a la Jimmy Page. I am a fan of the concern I feel for most people when they try to sing Celine Dion. I am a fan of the beautiful and never ending voices of the Mamas and the Papas. I am a fan of the one and only Otis Redding that cures any bad day in my opinion. I am a fan of John Fogerty and his voice full of soul that makes you crank 'do do do looking out my back door' (I say John Fogerty instead of CCR because his own brother stole all his music lawfully from him but then died of cancer in 91..ha) I am in love with the heavy metal of Metallica, that if you break it down, it is nothing but classical music 2.0 (and yeah, I am after your penis James Hetfield....and then the rest of you after I have decided that you're well endowed).

Another great mention should be Heart...the way Nancy Wilson air kicks is like the only aerobics video I need. Ann Wilson is the only bitch that could carry Led Zepplin if 'sir your highness' Robert Plant would let her.

My post could go on forever...but since this is not my computer (donations can be made at jessikaneedsanewlaptop.com) I will end it for now.

When you listen to your ipod or disc-man (yep, I still rep it, have not charged the pod since summer 10) make sure that it is with words and lyrics that help or influence your life... not the fact that you have a poker face, or that you kissed a girl and liked it..
People will and have judged you.

hazah!

Get Nailed

They say the grass is always greener on the other side, but here I stand in a concrete jungle. I do not believe that my life will be spent looking for a greener side, I live in a city of dreams and nothing is going to stop me from achieving them. I was born to succeed.

I want to discuss fun and simple nail patterns that will dominate your manicure.

-The Tuxedo (some people refer to this one as half moon, but I like to jazz it up) look is very easy to achieve. Get your manicurist to simply outline the half moon with a nail art brush and choose the colors you want. Easy Peezey Lemon Squeezey.

The Zebra (some refer to it as Tiger) look is another quick print that spices up those nails. Your manicurist will paint your nails to your liking then she will take a nail art brush of a complementary color and quickly make lines that oppose each other. Grrr baby grrr.

The French 2.0 look revisits the classic take. I am not a big fan of classic french manicures (are you that boring in bed too?!) And this is just as fun! You can choose one or more lacquers and use the same steps of applying as you normally would. Jazz it up with nail art pens after.

The Checkered look is very eye catching. It takes a little more time to do (about 20 minutes) but the results are stunning. Choose your lacquers and have your manicurists 'map out' the lines in a black nail art pen, proceed to fill in the lines with opposing colors and then finish with strong black lines.

So there you have it! Be daring when it comes to what you wear on your nails. You only live once and there is so much amazing and original nail art out there. If you do not live dangerously with your clothing, why not represent with your nails?

Funny side note: My sister got her nails done yesterday. She went to a place called "princess nails" (so fitting for her) and she was watching them like a hawk. She was asking them about services I do for her and my clients for no extra charge, a UV gel top coat for one, and they looked at her like 'how the fuck does she know about this?!'


Now, on a last note...I am sooo excited that Blue Valentine has finally opened. Ryan Gosling has been my celebrity dream man since he was cast as Sean on "Breaker High". He and Michelle Williams look flawless in it--I being without cable haven't even seen the trailer but what they touch will be movie gold.

hazah!

Daddy's Little Girl

Hello, my name is Jessika (pronounced je-sea-kah) and I am a Daddy's Girl. Not only did he do me a great justice when I was in the womb by stopping my Mom from calling me names like 'Paige, Anastacia, Jacqueline' but he figured out that all the pretty girls are named Jessica and went from there. I believe it was his idea to add the k and when he did, he knew he was Kicking me into mayor of awesometown.

I have alot in common with my ol' man river. For one, we both love to collect movies. He is adamant about having them all Blu Ray and rubbing it in my face but that's only because I took his amazing 5 disc dvd changer from him almost a year ago. I tell him I could careless about Blu Ray, and it's true because my movie collection kicks his anyday. We both have a need to watch everything with subtitles...frankly because we are going deaf AND to catch everything that happens. (seriously, in LOTR2 there is plently of hidden dialogue)

We also like to play pranks. It's rare to get my Daddy to answer the phone without 5 minutes of him just repeating 'halla?halla?halla?'. Whereas I call my parents with my alter ego <Paul Rubenstein Insurance Broker> and they play along everytime.

I also got some real big juicy lips from my Dad. Thank the lord, I love ya Mom, but the men want to see lips and hips. haha
ha too much?!

As I am getting older, I am starting to resemble my Pops more and more. Most of the time, I feel bad for girls with brothers/fathers that they resemble, cuz it normally isn't a pretty situation, but my Pops is one good looking dude, think a mix of Michael Keaton and John Travolta...ladies love him...but watch out cuz my Mom will rip off yo' heads if you try anything with her man. (that's right Marina, I'm talking about you ;))

And hey, Mom, don't be hurt that this post isn't about you....learn to give your 'size 11 shoe' daughter those Christian Louboutains and maybe you'll be up here representing....I'm kidding and NO, I don't need to see the stretch marks I left you 24 years ago.

dash of keaton



with a pinch of johnny

hazah!

dream a lil dream of me

I have a love affair with dreaming. Most human beings would say they enjoy sleep because it recharges their energy, to hell with energy, I sleep for the dreaming aspect. I get so captured in the adventures, the realness that I feel when I am dreaming vs the confusion of when I awake.

I find it all very mysterious. This is one aspect that no matter how you try, you just cannot control. Some people believe that dreams are fragments of what happened in your day and people you thought of. I guess I can see where that idea comes from, but hey, get in my head when I'm dreaming...there is no way in hell I was thinking about being back in high school for a few missed credits at 24.

I have very intense dreams. I frequently consult my friend Sarah about them. She gives really wonderful and genuine insight to what they could mean. I am thankful for her, otherwise I would be pretty miserable at work when I have my tsunami dreams that you know, wipe out all and everything around me. Strange how dreams affect you after you have woken up and realized life is still there. And boy, they do affect me most days.

Last night, I had some crazy series of dreams. I dreamt that an old flame and I were back together and it was (in the dream) just the most magnificent relationship ever. Funny thing about this person, he actually took form of his father...weird I know. So first thing I did as I woke was bbm'd Sarah to tell her about it and I will probably keep her updated about my emotions this whole fucking day. I was back in a state of love for this person when I woke up...now as the green tea has kicked in, I'm in more of a neutral state. I don't like when this person comes into dream play, I make myself believe that he (from the dream) has some ability to affect my day.

Other than those mix ups....dreaming is fucking fantastic. I've learned to race cars, fly with ease, ride the grandest roller coasters and much much more. I love what my brain comes up with each and every night. It's almost like I'm fulfilling small goals that really are either not humanly possible (yeah, no one can fly, no matter what the drug..winkwink) or that will take me some time (I'm scared of heights but somehow I manage in dreamworld).

I tend to keep the dreams I love very private so I can revisit them at a later time in life. It's one of my weird quirks but I believe if you tell too many people, that dream will close up. It's no wonder I haven't been back to South Africa with Kate Moss.

So whether it's in life or sleep...DREAM BIG!!...like Tom Hanks ;)

Fuck, now I could really use a nap.



hazah!