Abstract Writing Seems Permissible

When something is perceived as so abstract it is difficult to decide whether or not to be offended AND affected.

It saves the reader GRACE from possibly seemingly attacked.

It also saves the writer from having to explain the monumental TRUTH of what IS and what can be and positions them in a comfortable corner of “It’s only abstract.”

Indeed.

Vagina, Whoa is Thee

Having not had the pleasure of a warm, throbbing hardness that buries itself deep amidst the soul, sending eclectic brain waves to wander high above and cascade downward upon the body from head to toe, toe to head and very much in between the perverse lonliness only grows. Whoa is thee.

Having not produced the glistening dew that trickels down the thighs producing a light aroma of NEED whose purpose is to let slide the dream of a nation with so much of ease, will she still be able to create those drops of jewelled beads. Whoa is thee.

Not a cry for help nor a plea for forgiveness from the numerous countless guessings of what could have been done so wrong as to be annihilated from the very nuture of her pleasure, the soul grows weary of analyzing the empty story so worth telling. Whoa is thee.

Vagina be still.

Learn to sing behind the forest that covers your shame.

Learn to dream a nations dream without taking on the pain of defeat.

There is no war if there is no love. Your shame is saved.

I believe you’ll fly again and soar above when the time is right and so is the love.

Love’s Lost

Finally being tired of simply just being and trying to save words inside my head just so not to create any more stress and tension aimed at myself from FF. I want to just burst and be free to open up and cry and tell the world that I am in pain of the deepest kind that has struck the abstractness of my heart that I can no longer breathe.

I just want to be.

I long to be free to blog about whatever thoughts has prompted such an emotion in me that has justified the need to run a rampage on a site that is so deserving of the TRUTH.

Pain indeed.

Woman thou art lost amongst the expectations of a love that you have so carefully waited for and perhaps constructed out of a dream and had somehow became part of your reality.

Wake Up.

Death should be so sweet since this slow wasting of a life of passion and fire that IS me and has always been me is me no more as he kills me slowly by his inept to truly love and just be and feel and not be afraid to let go and I cringed as he repeated the words while underneath a cruel laugh, “….I don’t east sushi too!”

I had been led astray by lines of white font words that had suddenly appeared on the screen, hungry for meaning and taking in that which appeared to be TRUTH. Only to find that in the virtual world all was just virtual, including the love that was sown from the virtual fortitude of what I had to endear from the harsh white font words that would suddenly appear on the screen.

I had only been real, aside from the sexy walk and double d’d 3D avatar curves that had graced my virtual’ness. Beyond the form, inside my beating abstract heart I had given all of me and more.

Life is never what it seems and neither is a virtual world – even when it comes to REAL.

Happy times never last … here.

Happy times. Happy moods etc .. never last where I live.
The culprit is ………

Scenario …

He is on VoIP with a friend in SL.
His voice is very loud. But that is okay. Eventhough he does not realize how loud he actually is because he has the headphones on and of course no one ever realizes how loud they actually are with headphones.
He ends up telling his friend on VoIP that he is loud and I suppose he tells his friend to speak softer.
I then *nicely* say, “you are speaking too loud too.”
(I know I say this nicely because I somehow ended up speaking in one of those semi-baby voices. Why did I do that? I have no idea.)
He then gives me a very aggressive action with his arms up in the air.

I dare not look up to see the expression on his face. I know that expression. It is so mean.
I dare not even look at what his hands or what position his fingers are in – up in the air like that.
I just know that I can feel the very negative energy.

Loud voice continues.

Thank goodness for ipod nano.
I then put on the earphones and play Il DIVO as loud as I can.

Waiting …

If it’s not one thing it’s another. Still waiting for money to kick into account. I am afraid that I might have handed in my invoice late. The lady at KERN told me that accounting may not process my invoice. That means that I will not get paid until the end of November. The invoice I submitted was for September and the paycheck would come out end of October. That is how is it here in Germany. They pay monthly.

If I DO miss this deadline and KERN accounting doesn’t process the invoice for October then I am totally fucked.

That means that I will not have money to re-new my Canadian passport that expires March 9, 2009 (apparently they need your passport to be valid for 6 months). It also means that I will not have money to take with me to the Philippines. It means that I only have approx. 4 euro in my bank account until end of November.

*sigh* . . and of course it means that I will not get to go to the Webb 2.0 Expo in Berlin that Tim O’Reilly facilitated the approval of my Media Pass.

Three Way Split

Don’t know how long I can keep up with this seemingly 3-way spit I have. Why oh why did I have to create a blog for every niche thought of my brain? Why?!

First of all, let me try to justify my thinking. Creating a df europe blog seemed most logical as it would be a blog to chronicle my life in Europe. Digital Femme in Europe. The Virtual Me blog also was a very reasonable answer to blogging about life in a virtual world, Second Life. Then of course, there’s the blog that resides on the carmenvilladar.com that was supposed to be a blog about Web 2.0 things and schtuff that would fit in with the consultancy part of what I am doing. Now that I think of it, wasn’t that the reason why I created the DF Now site?

Oh hell. Now I’m kicking myself for not just sticking to one blog and writing everything on it. That way, my archives could span the 5 – 6 years that I’ve been on again off again blogging. I wish I did that.

Since I didn’t I know feel compelled to continue the 3-way split.

I miss ….

I miss my life.
The one I had working as a neuro nurse in Houston at the Memorial Hermann Hospital in the Texas Medical Center.
I miss the money I made. I miss my car. I miss my two dogs. I miss my fashion bags, my shoes, my clothes, my plates, mugs, cups, jewelery, BOOKS, I miss my BOOKS, my plants, my Ikea King Size Bed, my white comforters, my ability to eat any where I want to.
I miss wandering through an Apple store, I miss bubble tea, I miss WHOLE FOODS, I miss my DVD collection (especially, SATC), I miss South Padre, Galveston Beach, I miss television (we don’t have a tv), I miss having a closet (I am still living out of two suitcases), I miss having my bikini area waxed every month and a half, I miss my hairstylist/hair cutter, I miss my nail polish, I miss the American Brands that I’ve used all my life (Neutrogena Sesame Body Oil), I miss Banana Republic, Victoria Secret, Target, Yes, even Wal-Mart! I miss great Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, Chinese food, I miss Dim Sum, I miss those huge Pacific Malls where you get all these weird Asian delicacies – - – - – - – - – - – - – - -

and yet … despite all that, I have never been MORE EMPOWERED than I am now.

When you are stripped (my choice) of things that you are comfortable with – then the only thing you can count on that you know is raw and real, is your self.

On a rowboat without a paddle

I have managed thus far to get my “mojo” back. Some semblance of what I use to be and of what I know I can do given the resources. Founding and hosting the 1st Frankfurt Girl Geek Dinner was a challenge I wanted to take and needed to succeed in – publicly. It was something that I felt I required as part of my induction into a German/Technology niche, no matter how small (in Frankfurt).

I have now managed to obtain the much coveted Media Pass to the Web 2.0 Expo in Berlin Oct. 21 – 23.

Thanks to the kindness of Tim O’Reilly for making this possible.

The only challenge I foresee in the next week is:

1. How do I get to Berlin.

2. Where do I stay.

3. Where do I get the money to fund this.

I shouldn’t be going. I’ll be missing 4 English classes and that means not getting paid for the classes for that week but having the classes moved over to the first week of November. This is not good because it will be a lower amount of pay for my October Paycheck that will arrive at the end of November.

Because I am going to the Philippines Nov. 14 – 29 (my parents are paying for my ticket), I will not be working for half of November. December will be a very POOR month with only really, one week of pay in November that will be given to me end of December. You got it. Christmas. (

Sigh.

I am thinking of NOT going to the Web 2.0 Expo but how could I not. This is one opportunity that was given to me as a gift. I would never have been able to get in without Tim’s kindness. I NEED to be there at the Web 2.0 Expo. I am hoping things will find a way to work out – as they always do.

Come on Universe. Make it happen.

Prolific Needs to Come Back

I don’t know what is was that stopped my prolific blogging. Oh, wait a minute. On second thought – I do. Change of job, then change of country.

But I do honestly believe that these past 2 years that I’ve slowed down my blogging pace was truly spent on reading other people’s blogs. Some were inspiring, of course. And I expect blogs to be inspiring. Whether the blog content happens to share a slant on information that is already out there or whether it is of a personal nature ( I love reading personal blogs because I feel that is where people can really connect with), I’ve spent the greater part of these past 2 years on the internet reading blogs.

I’ve also spent a good part exploring and examining these so called Social Media Networks. Orkut was my first, then Friendster, then MySpace (Yeah, I’m on MySpace), then Facebook (of course there are other smaller or what I consider not too popular site: not too popular to me anyway), then twitter etc …

Let me tell you, it takes work. It takes effort to maintain your profile on these sites and it takes effort and I mean SINCERE effort in connecting with people and keeping up these online networking relationships.

It’s strange but on a given day, I say more to people vie FB Chat or Twitter or email than I do to the people that are closest to me. Even the one that I currently live with. What is that?

I know of couples where one spouse or both need to be online or on the computer/laptop as part of their jobs. And of course, since the internet is readily accessible from home, I find that people DO NOT stop working at 5pm or when they leave their office. In fact, people work from home! I wonder how they draw the boundaries while at home between “Work time” and “Home time”. I can see this being next to impossible, only because I am living it currently.

So, that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing for the past 2 years. Yes, I’ve managed to still post entries here and there and create websites here and there but I’m also regretting the many times I did not blog because truly, I had some of the most awesome blog topics to blog about.

I won’t try to remember all of them now. Though I wish I could. But I feel it would not be sincere or genuine. I only believe in blogging when the mood arises and not having it forced.

After reading the countless blogs on social media networking tips and such other mundane topics I now feel the strong need to start blogging again, mainly to give the blogosphere some SOLID AUTHENTIC content.

Something that I feel is so lacking.

Look at blog world. I’m back.