douchebag

Today I got yelled at by someone at work, by this man I had never met before. He's head of the Accounting department and decided to scream at me and one of my coworkers because he was mad at our boss. No, it wasn't even our mistake. Just because you're the boss, it doesn't mean you can be disrespectful. It never gets old, that a true man's character will show by how he treats the waiter. Douchebag.

fall tv review

I just love Zooey Deschanel. She's the kind of celebrity I would love to hang out with because they look like so much fun. I think we would probably go vintage dress shopping, since that seems to be her uniform of choice, and then meet up Katy Perry and play a game of whether or not I can tell them appart. When I heard that Zooey was going to be on a TV show, I had my doubts. She's the poster girl for indie hipsters on movies, and the roles she's played tend to suit her well (from Almost Famous to 500 Days of Summer). It's a good thing that New Girl borrows this hipster image, on crack. 

I think this is a show people will either love or will hate, because Zooey's character is very kooky. She plays a girl called Jess Day, who moves in with three guys after she finds out that her boyfriend is cheating on her. Among the things that made me cringe a little about the character, were the fact that she sings to herself constantly, she does victory dances when she's happy, and the constant crying. She cried over Dirty Dancing, and she cried when her roomates helped her out after she got stood up on a date. I can't stand people who cry a lot, I just wanted to tell her to put on her big girl panties and deal with her shit. However, I love her character's quirk because she reminds me a lot of Phoebe Buffay from Friends, the kind of character that you love because of their quirk, and not despite it.

Veredict: will watch again!

"I've fallen and I can't get up. My loubs will not let me walk while wearing heinous overalls!"

don't worry...

...everything is going to be amazing...

Waste - Foster The People

My favorite time of year

Us salvadorans tend to be more on the religious side. Our country is even named after Jesus. So in August , we celebrate our fiestas de agosto after our patron saint El Salvador del Mundo, which literally means the saviour of the world, formerly known as God. 

Like all good christians, during fiestas de agosto we flock to the beach to get wasted. 

I blame the view for going so well with beer.

This weeklong break marks the start of my favorite time of year:

1. Birthday season: 

My birthday's in october and celebration's last for about a month. Also, most of my friends have birthday's starting in September, which means a lot of partying.

2. Christmas time: 

Remember about us being a bunch of christians? Well christmas is especially huge around here, it is after all the birthday of little baby Jesus. But this time of the year is more than just religion. Christmas prep these days starts as early as October (we're not big on Halloween), and I love everything about it. The weather get's chilly and windy, a couple of notches down from our usually scorching 30celsius; I get to decorate the house with ornaments, a lot of crafting and dyi-ng involved; and the best part: parties. You can't help but find perfect excuses for stuffing your belly with food and drinking a little too much, and since everyone's doing it you don't feel guilty about your expanding waistline. Around christmas time, I also get to over-indulge in practicing my favorite sport: shopping. I think this time of year is to blame for about 90% of my New Year's resolutions.

After Christmas dinner you get to have leftovers the next day in your pijamas +1000

3. The start of fall TV:

I hate TV's summer break. All you get stuck with is a bunch reality shows. I don't have anything against reality, Top Chef is great, but the rule tends to be that these kinds of shows are the equivalent of having a supersized Big Mac meal: you enjoy it while you're eating it, but later you feel guiltier than making out with your ex. Even Project Runway sucks these days, not even Tim Gunn can make it work anymore. Don't even get me started on Jersey Shore. I also get withdrawal symptoms from a lack of my usual TV lineup, most of all from not getting my fix of The Greatest Show of Our Time. The only other reason why I love September so much, aside from all the free donuts*, is that it brings with it a brand new fall TV lineup and all of my other usual suspects. This year I'm especially eager to watch  New Girl, Terra Nova, Pan Am and Ringer. I'll be posting reviews on these shows as they premiere!

Amen, and therefore I plea guilty of killing a coulple of books

*I couldn't find anything about this in English, Google has failed me, sorry!

#RichPeopleProblems

Disclaimer: I know this isn't twitter, but I love hashtags. Though, never more than three for every 140 characters.

Speaking about twitter, the inspiration for today's post comes from the account @whitegrlproblem. It's an endless stream of useless funny twits about an anonymous girl's problems with boyfriends, diets and shopping. Sample tweet: Rehab is all about the spa. It's hard to heal if your skin is in a bad place ...So it's borderline obnoxious, but I need my funny every once in a while and I used to be a fan of The Hills. Of course, these kinds of problems do not bother only those light of skin, it all comes down to how deep your pockets are.

To be white, rich and full of problems

This will probably never happen to me though I secretly wish it did: too many clothes, not enough space to put them in. Too many evening gowns? Have Manolo's overfilling your closet? Can't find your bed because it's hidden under next season's collections? Have no fear, Vault Couture is here! The company is a luxury and secretive wardrobe organisation service, which will store your Chanel for a fee. It's a secret because you must be invited to join, and all of the members are given aliases to make it harder for other's who might try to steal your couture. It's an actual shopping secret society:

The company was founded by Mounissa Chodieva, a London-based Kazakh who is also head of investor relations at a multinational corporation, after she realised she was overwhelmed by her own wardrobe. It’s not exactly a universal problem, but one that seriously wealthy, jet-setting individuals need a solution to. She says: “My family has several homes, I have a lot of clothes, I work, I travel and I came to a point where I didn’t know where anything was or what I owned.

Most female clients, however, focus on wardrobe rationalisation in their own home. “Vault organised my Hermès bags in London from every colour to every date of purchase,” says Mary, an American with homes in New York and London. “They sent someone to organise my New York closet, too. My evening gowns are stored in the vault, and recently I was in the south of France and had a last-minute benefit to attend in Monaco. So they flew out my dress: I had given them a deadline of 5pm and it arrived at 3pm.”

Please give me a minute while I pick my jaw up from the floor. You keep shopping rich ladies, I've heard it's good for the economy... 

You can read the whole article from the Financial Times here.

if you're happy and you know it...

clap your hands!!! *clap clap* I haven't been in the best of moods lately (work stuff), so inevitably, I've turned to music to help slow down my brain. Earlier this week I did a post on songs with whistling in them,  which got me thinking about other kinds of beats that make up a catchy song. I think these songs are great because unlike whistling, anyone can keep up with clapping! Even those of us who like music, but don't have an ounce of musical talent.

Shown here: no musical talent. 

(But proof that a pretty face and the right connections will get you far)

Lately I've been listening a lot to Faster by Matt Nathanson. It's not my favourite clapping song, but it's the newest one on my ipod, so enjoy!

Honorable mentions: The Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine, Buddy Holly - Weezer, More Than a Feeling - Boston, Eight Days a Week and Ob-la-di Ob-la-da by The Beatles. I almost forgot that last one, shame on me.

childhood is short, maturity is forever

When you're a kid, you just can't wait to grow up. The staying up late, the doing whatever you want, the not eating poached eggs for breakfast (to this day I still can't stand eggs.) It all looks like so much fun, except that being a grown up is no Jennifer Garner movie. I can't help but cherish my school days, the long ass holidays, the not going to school if I didn't feel like it, the getting an allowance without having to really work for it... *sigh* But just because your ID says you're not in your something-teen years anymore, it doesn't mean you can't ever feel like a kid again...sort of. Ice cream cones on hot days, playing video games, going to the movies and watching a Pixar anything, will do the trick on any given day. But there's also the WTF-I'm-too-old-for-this-shit things. Like Katie Perry video drinking on a Friday night.

The same goes for the way I dress. I know there are things I just can't pull off anymore (if I want my dignity to stay intact). Mini skirts, t-shirts with "witty" messages on them, scrunchies yuck. I stumbled upon this clutch by Christopher Kane and didn't know what to make of it. It sure looks childish with the bright colors and the gel filling, like the love-child of a lava lamp and a Barbie accesory. I'm sure my little cousins would love it, but for $750?! Nostalgia sure as hell doesn't come cheap.

Christopher Kane Aqua Gel Clutch. Or the I'm-a-filthy-rich-woman-child-and-bought-this bag

home is wherever I'm with you

I must confess: I'm a sucker for songs with whistling in them. Some of my faves are Young Folks,  Peter Bjorn & John; Golden Years, David Bowie; The Dock of the Bay, Otis Redding and more recently Moves Like Jagger, Maroon 5 (I think I would like anything with Adam Levine in it, but I'll save that for later). 9 times out of 10 these songs will get stuck in my head no matter what other songs I listen to after. Out of the bunch, my favourite whistling song would have to be Home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros. It's just so damn catchy it makes me want to fart rainbows and sunshine. 

I would imagine the farting would go down more like tasting the rainbow on a Skittle's ad 

and NOT like hungover Bozo

If you're having a bad day, I promise you this song will cheer you up. Now, go ahead and annoy some people while you whistle!

A bunch of hippies looking happier than a bird with a french fry