Me, my Mama and my lil' bro Al
Friday, September 16, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
Wonderland
Me and ET at wonderland.....
Cousins Paul and Jhosy, ET (aka Denise) and I, my bro Al and Stella
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Saturday, September 03, 2005
London - August 2005
more drunken london pics:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/natalllya/album?.
dir=/8267&.src=ph&.tok=phWe8jDB8Jha6SQZ
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Boston + NYC July 2005
Rest of the NYC and Boston pics here:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/natalllya/album?.dir
=/c1db&.src=ph&.tok=phYkPfDBpMF7DcmO
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Tuesday, August 09, 2005
China Impressions
I definetely agree with this guy on his China sentiments:
http://www.escapeartist.com/efam/72/Living_In_China.html
http://www.escapeartist.com/efam/72/Living_In_China.html
Friday, July 15, 2005
Don Omar in T.O. photos
That's me and ET (aka Denise) crunk as hell at the Don Omar Concert at the Docks.
More Don Omar pics here:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/natalllya/album?.
dir=/d9ac&.src=ph&.tok=phJJmbDBJY1Gm3r9
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Da Sasquatchin'
So.......me and Tish were bored and Eric was away on vacation, we had to clean up after his kitties and we ended up sasquatchin' his apartment lol.
The rest of the pics are here:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/natalllya/album?.
dir=/7034&.src=ph&.tok=phXRlaDBi7yIXmpz
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Friday, June 17, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
My Mexico City and Acapulco Photos
La Familia, Mexico City/Distrito Federal, April 29 2005
posted by n@
so you all know i went to mexico with my bro, 2 cousins, aunt and uncle and 7 other people for my cousin's acapulco wedding. first we were in mexico city then we bussed down to acapulco. check the photos out.
Mexico part 1:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/natalllya/album?.
dir=/31ae&.src=ph&.tok=phyuwIDBjdEDppww
Mexico part 2:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/natalllya/album?.dir=90ca
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Clock is ticking....
This is all true. September 7th. The clock is ticking...."
Written by Matt Lazzara
I don't think a lot of people sit around and contemplate their lives. I mean, people think about their futures and what they're going to do, and what they should have done in order to achieve something, but I don't think anyone contemplates their present. What they're doing right now. Everyone's heard of living in the moment or whatever, but I think very few people act on it. Myself included and that's something that I regret immensely.
Life is a finite thing. Obviously, everyone's life is going to end, but mine has a time limit. No surprises for me, and depressingly enough, that time limit is going to run out rather soon. I've never really told anyone how long I have left, or what exactly (in great detail) is wrong with me, because I would rather my friends viewed
>me as a vital, volaile, rather silly human beings, but at age 21, most people don't understand or know how to contemplate the thought that someone you know will be gone forever, they would abandon me for more secure, lasting relationships.
So everyday, every minute is vital to me, the most mundane things are breaths of fresh air. The things that most people take for granted but shouldn't - a kiss, a pudding fight, a good long walk or an intriguing conversation - are now intensely important to me, and I think they should be important to everyone. The fact that I know I won't be able to experience these things makes them achingly more important to me, and they make me desparate to achieve them one more time.
I want to close my eyes and kiss a girl one more time; the kind of kiss that makes you feel like you're floating, the kind where you forget to do something with your hands because it's so good. I want to go camping, and lay in the grass and think how naively beautiful the day is. I want to shoot off fireworks and run away when the cops pull up. I want someone to hold my hand and tell me something nice
>about myself. I want to be able to read the paper and deride George W. to someone, and have them hate that asshole with me. I want to sit on a stoop late into the night, drinking shitty beer and telling stories. I want to feel alive, and not dead or dying, and think that those things - the most trivial and passing connections to the world and people in it - are violently important.
So this is my contribution to you. I'm desperately telling you - all of you- to take advantage of your youth and vitality. I hear too many people talking about college and getting shitty jobs afterward. I hear too many people talking about work and how this and that sucks. Fuck, we're all wasting our lives doing things that disconnect us from everyone else! You don't need a four or five year
>plan, and you sure as hell don't need to worry about feeling innocent and immature again. Worry about making everyday something to talk about, and not just another blank page in your life.
I used to act like you. I had a plan. I had a future, and all that blew away, but right now, I barely have a present, and that's how I've realized the error of our ways. Please, please, don't get old and die, and die of cancer, and realize you did nothing with your life but make plans that never happened. Don't miss opportunities
>anymore. If you like someone, tell them, if you think the time is right to kiss someone, do it. If you feel like you're in a rut, do something stupid and silly and fun. If you feel the world is ugly, make something beautiful. Stop being so cautious, some movie line said : if you take life too seriously, you'll never get out alive.
Trust me, as much as life sucks sometimes, and wow, do I know it sucks, it is still the only thing we know. It is the only thing that matters, and it's wonderful. Life is a beautiful, ridiculous, tragic disaster, but it's the only thing we have. So don't let it lie by the wayside in pursuit of crap that's barely important. People are the most important resource, and so are the relationships we build with them. I feel the pinch of that more than ever now. If we could spend 400 billion dollars to cure cancer instead of building and maintaining weapons, I wouldn't have to write this. So this is, essentially, a plea. This is the most personal thing I've ever written, and I hope it reaches more people than I ever could.
Don't forget this is the only life you have, make something worthwhile out of it, and no one who you've laughed, cried, kissed, and bled with will ever forget you.
Matthew D, Lazzara
April 2, 1982 - February 15, 2004
Written by Matt Lazzara
I don't think a lot of people sit around and contemplate their lives. I mean, people think about their futures and what they're going to do, and what they should have done in order to achieve something, but I don't think anyone contemplates their present. What they're doing right now. Everyone's heard of living in the moment or whatever, but I think very few people act on it. Myself included and that's something that I regret immensely.
Life is a finite thing. Obviously, everyone's life is going to end, but mine has a time limit. No surprises for me, and depressingly enough, that time limit is going to run out rather soon. I've never really told anyone how long I have left, or what exactly (in great detail) is wrong with me, because I would rather my friends viewed
>me as a vital, volaile, rather silly human beings, but at age 21, most people don't understand or know how to contemplate the thought that someone you know will be gone forever, they would abandon me for more secure, lasting relationships.
So everyday, every minute is vital to me, the most mundane things are breaths of fresh air. The things that most people take for granted but shouldn't - a kiss, a pudding fight, a good long walk or an intriguing conversation - are now intensely important to me, and I think they should be important to everyone. The fact that I know I won't be able to experience these things makes them achingly more important to me, and they make me desparate to achieve them one more time.
I want to close my eyes and kiss a girl one more time; the kind of kiss that makes you feel like you're floating, the kind where you forget to do something with your hands because it's so good. I want to go camping, and lay in the grass and think how naively beautiful the day is. I want to shoot off fireworks and run away when the cops pull up. I want someone to hold my hand and tell me something nice
>about myself. I want to be able to read the paper and deride George W. to someone, and have them hate that asshole with me. I want to sit on a stoop late into the night, drinking shitty beer and telling stories. I want to feel alive, and not dead or dying, and think that those things - the most trivial and passing connections to the world and people in it - are violently important.
So this is my contribution to you. I'm desperately telling you - all of you- to take advantage of your youth and vitality. I hear too many people talking about college and getting shitty jobs afterward. I hear too many people talking about work and how this and that sucks. Fuck, we're all wasting our lives doing things that disconnect us from everyone else! You don't need a four or five year
>plan, and you sure as hell don't need to worry about feeling innocent and immature again. Worry about making everyday something to talk about, and not just another blank page in your life.
I used to act like you. I had a plan. I had a future, and all that blew away, but right now, I barely have a present, and that's how I've realized the error of our ways. Please, please, don't get old and die, and die of cancer, and realize you did nothing with your life but make plans that never happened. Don't miss opportunities
>anymore. If you like someone, tell them, if you think the time is right to kiss someone, do it. If you feel like you're in a rut, do something stupid and silly and fun. If you feel the world is ugly, make something beautiful. Stop being so cautious, some movie line said : if you take life too seriously, you'll never get out alive.
Trust me, as much as life sucks sometimes, and wow, do I know it sucks, it is still the only thing we know. It is the only thing that matters, and it's wonderful. Life is a beautiful, ridiculous, tragic disaster, but it's the only thing we have. So don't let it lie by the wayside in pursuit of crap that's barely important. People are the most important resource, and so are the relationships we build with them. I feel the pinch of that more than ever now. If we could spend 400 billion dollars to cure cancer instead of building and maintaining weapons, I wouldn't have to write this. So this is, essentially, a plea. This is the most personal thing I've ever written, and I hope it reaches more people than I ever could.
Don't forget this is the only life you have, make something worthwhile out of it, and no one who you've laughed, cried, kissed, and bled with will ever forget you.
Matthew D, Lazzara
April 2, 1982 - February 15, 2004
Sunday, May 15, 2005
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