Well ladies...


Hi my beautiful Mraz women. I don't know how many of you read a post I made back in May, but I had been reading a book on gratitude, trying to practice gratitude, and I just recently finished the book. I wanted to start a twitter account that was dedicated to this practice of thankfulness and love. So I finally have. The account is www.twitter.com/lovelygratitude and it is open to anyone to follow. I'm hoping to retweet things from followers about things they're grateful for, post questions that'll make you think about how you can be more gracious in day to day life, and how we can all make a change for someone else.

I would also like to every Friday have as many hours needed where you can send in something like, "@lovelygratitude, I am grateful today for..." and say what you are grateful for.

Thank you so much for the support and the love. I am forever in gratitude to you lovely ladies. I'm just a 15 almost 16 year old trying to spread a little peace, love, harmony, and gratitude around. So won't you join me?

♥Infinite love♥
Stephanie (www.twitter.com/mr_azfan01 and now also www.twitter.com/lovelygratitude)

A Year Full Of Love And More To Come.

My dear FRIENDS,
This year has been an important one for me. I had lots of New things and life changing desitions were made.
I started studying what I really love (visual arts) and had 2 jobs to save money for travelling and getting an amazing -very expensive- new camara to work with. I was mad busy and left behind any interaction with social networks cause really I wanted to work on the real ones. Thats why I wasn't as present as I've been before, believe me it was heart breaking. Any time I wanted to write something came up and couldnt.
Never the less I reached to my goal and bought my camera and enjoyed it for a little while and then it was stolen. I wanted to leave it all, my jobs, everything I worked SO hard for. I felt pretty bad. After a while I started again saving and maybe next year I'll buy a new one.

It was quite a year and I had some important lessons, but the most important one was ENJOY LIFE. Do what you love, say what you think and FEEL. Feeling is the proof of being alive, which is the greatest gift.
I know some of us dont know what our faces look like or even never heard each others voices.. But I feel you gals so close. Im so so happy to know we all share something and that we feel the same. I trully dream with the day we all meet and hug like we know since EVER. Cause thats how I feel.
Im grateful to have you all in my life and know Im down and come here and read your posts or watch ur youtube links and inmediately feel better.

Thats why my ladies I wish you all a FANTASTIC new year. Full of Love And Magic.

I'll toast tonight with you all in my mind.
Be Love.

Lucy

Fan girl rant.

well :) i love Jason he is such a good person and i admire him, his soul is pure and he is an awesome human being!

Jason the Ruthless Clutter Police Invades Room

In the spirit of letting go and creating space, Jason and I decided to rearrange my JAMpacked room and throw away a few things. We have very different definitions of A FEW. :-/

Random MrazGal fact: I am a sentimental hoarder who keeps EVERYTHING.  I keep bus tickets so I can use it to artify a notebook cover.  I keep letters from my best friends from ten years ago.  Unfortunately, my mom has a habit of rearranging my stuff while I am away, so whenever I get home, I come home to a superduperovermega neat place.  You'd think I would be please, but I always panic and freak out because...well, I love my organized mess.  Messy, sure, but I always know where everything is and nobody understands it.

So anyway.  Now that Jason the Perfect Boyfriend is here in Manila and we now live together, my room is too small for two.  He took one look at my everything and declared that there's just too much stuff accumulated.

"We're gonna have to get rid of a lot of things, babe."

That one sentence made me cringe, but I knew we had to do it.  I had his full support, so I was good to go!

Step 1: Rearrange Elements in Room
Let me paint you a picture of The Mess That Was My Room.  It's square and small, yet crammed with lots of crap.

After emptying boxes and moving stuff out, moving stuff in, etc... Jason and I came up with this:



We took out the TV because we never use it and all the shows we ever watch, we download anyway and we watch DVDs on our laptops, so that was useless space.  So were the two TV stands in my room (why I have two, I dunno!).  We turned my dresser (which was full of random jewelry that I never wore and makeup I hardly used) into a standing desk for when we want to use our laptops while standing up (NOTE: According to Jason, studies show that standing desks are actually BETTER for your health than sitting desks) and pulled out the hidden drawers with wheels (which used to be under the desk) so we can put stuff on it.  We dismantled the old PC station so I can place the PC on top of the desk to minimize space.  We actually put the desk where it is now with chairs facing each other, one on each side so we can both use the table when we get tired of standing at the dresser.  We put the chair next to the book shelf so we can relax and actually read my books.  We moved our bed to the new spot, but not before checking if our heads are either facing North or East when we sleep, as requested by my Feng Shui-believing mom.

All I can say is...LOOK AT ALL THE BREATHING ROOM! :)


This was taken while we were rearranging, thus the mess.  Notice the Jason Mraz-inspired Inspiration Wall above my beautiful antique dresser.

Step 2: Set up bags for things to keep, things to throw, things to return, and things to give away.  Try not to cry.
One of the things my dad taught me while growing up was the 3Ls, which can be applied to almost any situation: LOOK at it, LEARN from it, and LET IT GO.  The third one was the hardest step of all.



Here are 5 huge bags of books, DVDs, CDs and random crap to give away to the less fortunate (aka our drivers and their wives and children, our household help and their children, and some street kids who live in the mountains).  I actually cried over DV tapes of my old video production classes when I saw them while looking for things to trash, but I knew I was never going to use them again because my thesis is done, so I said my final goodbye and moved on.  The day after this photo was taken, 5 more huge bags were added to the loot full of bags, shoes, and clothes.

I let go of 50 books (Jason's guilt trip line: When's the last time you read Shakespeare?  give those away to the library, you can download almost any book online!), 15 pairs of shoes, 10 bags, two tupperwares of junky jewelry, and 4 big paper bags of clothes, 2 paper bags of DVDs and CDS, and 5 big bags of trash.

After a day, Jason actually thinks I am addicted to cleaning my room!


Jason just laughed at me when I started dumping all my accumulated bags on the floor.  How a girl can amass so much stuff amazes him so.


Step 3: Constantly look around your room for things to change.
It's therapeutic once you get past the painful stage of letting go of your old possessions, trust me.

Step 4: Enjoy your newfound space and freedom.
Don't go out and collect more stuff to replace the ones you just let go of.  Try to keep to the bare essentials, and should you feel the desire to buy something you want, make sure you really want it. 

After two days, I feel better, I feel lighter, and I feel more ready for a prosperous new year ahead.



Jason feels more at home, too. ♥

My Mraz Miracle Night

Greetings, my lovely Mraz ladies!

This post may seem a little sudden, I am well aware. I've noticed the lack of activity in our physical blog, although, (as per usual), our personal and social networking contact is flourishing. I'm sorry to say I have in fact been contributing to the problem... my last post was to commemorate my solo in the final choir concert of the school year around JUNE. It wasn't even Jason related! So please know, the following post has been steadily making its way to the front lobe of my brain for awhile now... it just wasn't until tonight when I went on Twitter and saw that one Tristan Prettyman had been awakened to our existence by our darling Christina, and the message went out that Mraz KNEW WHO WE WERE. Its kind of mind boggling, and incredibly hard for me to wrap my mind around. So I thought, what the hell?! Now is the time. Just post already. Here comes the story of my first Jason Mraz concert, and the lengths I went to make it even possible for me to be there on November 12th, 2008.

At the time, I was a few months into my 8th grade year (yeaaah, I know I'm young). I had come across Jason Mraz's music (to my best approximation) earlier that year, through Vh1's top 20 video countdown, or so I thought at the time... see my first post to this blog. I got my hands on all three studio albums, along with the "Jason Mraz Live" album, and began checking the website frequently. Egads! There just so happened to be a tour date coming up in a month or two in my home city of Portland. However, I put it in the back of my mind, surely based on my newly-christened teenage delusion that seats would not be sold out by the time I could get my hands on enough dough to get myself (and of course my loyal mother) tickets to see the show. By the time I had the sudden realization that I had a check from one of my uncles leftover from birthday time that I could use to buy tickets, it was around two weeks before the concert, and tickets were SOLD OUT. Tears fell. Never ever think that they didn't when it comes to me. By now this remarkable man I had spent countless hours of internet time watching an endless sea of clips over had become my favorite musician, and most certainly one of my favorite people out there on Earth. But "sold out" was merely a road-block on the road to the Arlene Shnitzer concert hall to me. After that first tearful night, I began asking around. Were there any tickets to be released the day of the show at the box office? Around how expensive were the average tickets from scalpers? How likely was it that I could get said tickets? And perhaps most important at all, would my mother be willing to make such gambles on the off chance I could see my idol for an hour or two, sacrificing some of her precious time used to watch the pre-recorded episodes of Oprah Tivo'd earlier in the day while she was at work?

The day of the concert arrived, and I still of course had all my priorities straight. I called my mom as soon as I could get to the drama room for practice, and asked her if she would please just let me go and try to get tickets. She had other plans. The classic Portland rainstorm had set in, and she was not in any way interested in standing outside in the rain and cold for an hour trying to find some rare person trying to get rid of their tickets, after struggling for ten minutes to get parking, when she could instead be warm and dry at home with time to eat dinner to boot. I told her that no matter what, I was going, and hung up the phone.

Play practice gets out, I get into the car and she hasn't changed her mind. It's pouring outside, and it's around 5:30, peak rush hour. Of course. I finally convince her to take me, promising we would stay for no more than half an hour, and that if we went home unsuccessful, I'd give her many foot rubs and clean for an hour and a half straight. And so "the night" began. We hit the freeway and got stuck in a patch of traffic about halfway to downtown, and so I just closed my eyes and... meditated? Prayed? I'm not a big pray-er... or even that big of a meditater, but I dug down deep and just wished and wished and wished. The traffic broke through, and we made it downtown. And this is the part I'm most proud of. The rain stopped. There was no trouble whatsoever with parking. As soon as we walked a block to the actual venue, we found fairly good tickets at a very reasonable price, and within 8 minutes of parking the car, I was sitting in my seat waiting for the truly delightful Lisa Hannigan to take the stage. The magic I had been dying to experience live was finally here, right in front of me.

Looking back on this night, I see it as my first tangible experience of seeing the Universe being on my side, and the power of determination. I always associate Jason himself as bringing me hope for my own future because of this night. He's brought me so much really, especially the women of this blog. I don't know where I'd be without some of them. I've truly made some of my best friends out of this place. I don't think I'd be the same person if he'd never been in my life the way he has. And if you do ever read this, Jason, I wish you all the best in your own future and know that on any given day, you'll always have us on your side. We care a whole damn lot. Also, I'm seriously sorry this damn thing was so long. I'm a very emotional being.

All the best, ladies! Hope you enjoyed my little story :) Here's to the future!

Love,
Elise
@LovelyLisey on Twitter

Merry Christmas!

All I want for Christmas is Us - J. and Tp



Wish you all, love and happiness! Have a wonderful day of joy!

XoXo
Ana D.