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Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
15 June 2023 @ 12:53 am
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quilted with knit and umbrellas and scarfs and
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Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
13 November 2016 @ 01:37 pm
It's been how many years you guys and I'm actually going to post something here. It's been so long! I didn't even remember my password but here I cam. If you're still out there and for some odd reason still have me friended how are you? How's life? This is like a deadzone of which I remember how emo I was for most of my teen and young adult years so far.

Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
10 February 2011 @ 01:15 pm
 For those of you that are not aware yet (via tumblr or twitter) I switched ljs and from now I'll be updating over at amorburdel :) I know all of you here so if I have you already you don't have to comment just add me and I'll add you back. That's it! :D hope to see you guys over there! 
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Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
04 December 2010 @ 09:55 pm
 ain't nobody gonna love you like you are,  if you take whatever he brngs your way.

let it flow,
everything's gonna work out right you know.
Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
06 August 2010 @ 10:34 am
 I'm going to a beach wedding. I have 3 hours to get ready. Thank God we're not going to the reception. 
Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
below the cut:
` fc porto
` benfica
` braga
` inter milan
` real madrid
` manchester united
` portugal

here @ thisplacehotel 
Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
28 March 2010 @ 08:16 pm
Since I'm trying to get back into using my LJ again and I plan on using it often it was time for a friends cut. Pretty much I cut you if we:
  1. never talk.
  2. and or never talked ever.
If you want to be added back though let me know and I'll be happy to start over. :)
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Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
08 March 2010 @ 10:35 pm

photo from my flickr can be found here. | original post can be found here.

I take two buses to and from school each day. On average my bus trip takes anywhere from 1 hour to 2 hours to commute giving me all the time in the world to reflect upon my day and the people and places I encounter everyday. I’m very fortunate that my current bus route takes me through the most beautiful and the ugliest portions of the Los Angeles metro area, constantly giving me something to reflect on. When I leave South Central LA (South Los Angeles) every morning, I feel my spirit lift, my physical body take a big sigh of relief.

I hate to be one of those people but I feel very uncomfortable by those less fortunate than I am and it is not because I simply think that I am better than those who do not have the means to do better, but I simply feel a string of emotions for them knowing that I simply cannot do anything for them in the physical. I have to walk 3 blocks to my bus stop, placing me in a very interesting environment to get use to and to explore. I walk past a 99 cent store that the same elderly gentlemen come out of every morning at exactly 10:25 a.m. always giving me a warm, “Buenos días!” as I wave at them on my way to the bus stop. There’s a lot of trash floating down the block, a common image in the lower class neighborhoods in many big cities, and many homeless people sitting on corners and walking around with shopping carts they’ve stolen from the Ralphs a few blocks down.

The first time I had to walk in my neighborhood I felt increasingly paranoid, the homeless people not so much my worry but the men my biggest worry as they are well known for yelling at you and stopping their cars to try to speak to you, and even so much as honking and yelling at you from their cars as you cross at the light. Of course since my first day of living in South Central I’ve adapted, walking with my head held high, and my posture on the brink of perfection. Some of the women have given me a hard time, “Who does she think she is?” as I’ll walk past them, but I’ve become quite used to it, usually ignoring them completely.

I long for my second bus, because it in a way is a transition for me from the poverty ridden confines of South Los Angeles to the upper class haven that is Beverly Hills & West Hollywood. I must admit that I feel kind of guilty for longing for the Beverly Hills, West Hollywood, Hollywood, and Santa Monica areas of the Los Angeles metro but I feel safe there. I realize that most of my fears are based on stereotypes, word of mouth, film, music, but these fears are not simply rooted in my mind but also rooted in the communities of South Los Angeles.

On my way home today I found myself asking why do I feel safe in one area and feel so overwhelmingly horrified in another? What changes so drastically that I feel as though I must constantly watch my back? It wouldn’t take me long to recognize that there are many things that contribute to my feelings of safety and the main one plays on the surplus or the lack of development in an area.

It’s quite safe to say that there area plenty of booming businesses in Beverly Hills and the areas surrounding it. When you enter Century City you see the FOX studios, golf courses around Ave of the Stars full of well to do white males who drive Mercedes with California licenses plates that say things like “DOCTOR” and other things that easily assert their superiority in society. People are everywhere in Beverly Hills, younger and older people walking down the street on well lit sidewalks that lead into expensive boutiques and major chain stores.

So I had to ask myself then what was it that made me feel so uncomfortable once I took my seat on the back of the big red metro bus. It took me only minutes to realize exactly why I felt so uncomfortable. As my bus stopped at the corner of Rodeo and La Cienega I could smell a scent that had become very noticeable in my life. While this scent was not one you could go in the store and buy at a perfume counter it was one that is very synonymous with a lot of big cities and my mother had always called it “the smell of poverty”. The scent she use to tell us as children was the smell of  desolation, political corruption, the smell of homelessness, and the smell of those who simply could not on their own do better for themselves; of course it’s easier now to equate the smell as being a mixture of “urine, sour milk, and spoiling food.”

It’s easy to notice housing in the style of what I can only describe as jail blocks, bars covering the old windows, no landscaping, nothing but row after row of decaying architecture in the middle of a big city. I want to call these homes projects but being from the south side of Chicago I dare not call these homes projects as these are way better than the projects that once stood across Chicago (and are now million dollar condos); however, people of low economic status populate these apartments, these small one bedroom apartments, and drugs are not only being sold by the young but also the old too.

With each day I feel increasingly out of place, especially watching some of the youth who wear name brand clothing and speak in slang that not even I can understand. They seem to lack a respect for the elderly,for those who are older than them, and ultimately for themselves. I hear a group of boys talking and one states that when he becomes rich and famous after he gets discovered for his rapping abilities, he’s going to buy a truck so he doesn’t have to ride, “this lame ass bus with these fucking people who stink.”

I understand why I long to leave, it’s because there is a certain air of importance, of wealth, of power that floats around the further I go West. I also understand why I come back every night, it’s because my family is here, my home is here, a part of my heart is here, and a part of my soul is now embedded into the framework of this community. I know that as I leave this neighborhood, as I move to a bigger home, a more peaceful community, that I’m not becoming any better than those who live here right now but I will simply once more become an outsider looking in on a community that needs help. Financial, Economic, and Emotional help from inside and outside.

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Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
23 November 2009 @ 12:02 am
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Jasmine will dance on velvet skies
18 November 2009 @ 06:52 pm

my frame of mind, you got it right, and i love you for life, yo i love you for life.


PT: Eduardo, P. Ferreira, Ricardo Carvalho, Bruno Alves, Duda, Pepe, Tiago, Raul Meireles, Nani, Simão, Liedson.
Subs used: Deco for Simão, Miguel Veloso for Liedson, Edinho for Nani.
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