My Record Store Day Finds

Well, first thing was first, we went to Stinkweeds and I found vinyl from my new band interest The Knife and got a goody bag full of free swag!

Then, next door was the boutique Frances and I am now an avid fan. I was talking to the girl who rang up my stuff and suggested that they should carry Queen Bee products. I had found an awesome Queen Bee wallet in Seattle and I feel in love with their whole product line.



Then we went to Tracks on Wax, where we got a Thomas Dolby, you know that song "She blinded me with Science" for free!

Then we went to both Zia Record Stores on Thunderbird and I even had time to stop by my favorite book shop Half Priced Books. My husband had asked that I be quick and within 5 minutes I checked out with 4 books and 3 gifts to add to my goody bags for my fashion show at Alice Cooperstown on May 17th.



All in all we came home with 9 records, 5 cds and a whole lot of stuff.

It was fun and I now wish it was Record Store Day everyday!

Thanks for reading!

Jennyvi Dizon
Fashion Designer and Music Enthusiast
www. jennyvi. com

When nothing else matters........

I thought this day would never come, but it has crept upon me like a figure in the dark.
I have always felt like I've experienced situations way beyond my years, but what I've learned in the past doesn't matter anymore.
How do you help someone sort their whole life and organize it on a piece of paper.
How can you sum up a person's worth in a simple document.
And how do you freshen up your face after years of pain and days of crying.

You don't, because the memory of a life withering away right before eyes doesn't go away.
It doesn't fade from your mind and least of all your heart.
It scars your face with tears and sorrow.
And the pain gets deeper and deeper with the suffering you see.
Until, you just hope that person passes peacefully.

If you don't stand for anything, you'll fall for everything!

I've heard this saying a couple times and now it's finally being applied. In the last couple years, I've had to break away from my old school of thought of thinking that if I say something that people disagree with that I will be made to look like I was being negative or more so looking like I am complaining. Not anymore, I've realized that in the past I have bottled every emotion I had and every few months or so I would go into a couple days of deep depression despite my normal happy demeanor.

It's a feeling I definitely don't like feeling, but sometimes it's good to have a good cry and in the end it's help me clean and organize some things in my life. When I feel down, all I want to do is clean, because I know that once the clutter is gone my emotional garbage goes away much like the things in my house.

Just recently got over a slight depression from feeling like I am not good enough to do handle all the things on my plate and thinking that I was a talentless waste of space on this earth after remembering the things that was said to me during all 3 Project Runway try outs.

It's funny how somethings you think that didn't bother you at the time, bites you in the ass later when you aren't having your best day. But again, all I had to do was some cleaning and sure enough I felt better and seeing less clutter makes me less stressed and more productive.

I know my best days are yet to come and although I hate waiting, I just have to remember to have patience. After all, it is a virtue, but I'm realizing having a voice that is heard is just as important.

I had time to think about my life

As I walk this earth, I wonder about things to come in life.
I am scared of success, scared of losing myself in the midst of the opportunities that have crossed my path.
I look forward to helping out my mother, who has always seemed to struggle to be happy.
I cry for her every night to hope that she finally is.
I contemplate my own happiness and would sacrifice my own for hers.
I have been blessed to be able to smile and let laughter take away my pain.
But yet to take on hers to burden it as my own.

I realize that people should live their own lives, but if I have enough to give to my mother, I would gladly give a part of mine to her.
If only she can taste a bit of what I have and cultivate her own.
She has worked so hard and loved the wrong person for so long that I would gladly give a part of my heart, so she could feel real love for once.

I worry for her and family, but selfishly live my own happy life.
I feel guilt for what I have and hope that someday soon that I could provide for all my third world country relatives.

I have been blessed with ambition, blessed with skill, blessed with unbending determination to succeed for myself.

And succeed I will without ego and prejudice among the less fortunate, but succeeding with the hope to make a difference.