As
self-proclaimed delegate of the group I started, MrazWomen, I requested
Jason Mraz to say hey on camera to the rest of my girls who couldn't
make it to the show, and he gladly said yes!
Pardon my loud woohoo. Obviously I was too excited to keep calm. :P
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Mindblown
So May and I just met through the facebook group and realized we not only live both in NY...both on Long Island...both in Suffolk County...both on the South Shore.... but OFF OF THE SAME STREET, WENT TO THE SAME ELEMENTARY SCHOOL AND WENT TO THE SAME HIGH SCHOOL.
I am in love with life and all of its connections right now....
Wow :)
With A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF Gratitude,
Steph
I am in love with life and all of its connections right now....
Wow :)
With A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF Gratitude,
Steph
I am so grateful!!!!
and excited to be added to this wonderful community and project of Mraz Women!
Hello everyone. :) My name is Stephanie Hardy. I am 19 years old and a freshman at Boston University studying Hispanic Language & Literature and (hoping when admitted to the program) Public Health with a concentration in Health Law, Bioethics and Human Rights. Sigh, that is a mouthful. I'm from Long Island, New York and loveeeeee me some Mraz.
I don't even know where to begin. Well, the beginning of my love for Jason Mraz is not a definite time or place. I don't have a day in particular where I remember falling in love with his music. I remember being very young and hearing The Remedy on the radio etc. I started to really become a fan with his We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things album however, I did my research and now, and rightfully so, know every song he has.. or almost. :) I'm not one of those "Oh my gosh...Jason Mraz is so good! I love that song he has with Colbie Caillat! Lucky!?" No. Oh no no no. I have a great and complete appreciation for the man, the music and the message although I have somewhat of a late start I'd say.
I saw Jason in concert first in NYC in October 2008 at Radio City! It was awesome, the gospel choir, the energy, the diversity of people. Next, I saw him at Jones Beach on Long Island August 2009, my home. Jones Beach is by far the greatest location for a summer concert. A Beautiful Mess: Live on Earth album is my favorite and that concert was of that tour, with the same arrangement more of less. The trumpets, the energy! THE ENERGY! His energy, the crowds energy and my floor seats were all perfection. I was in my glory that night.
December 2009 I got my first (I say that because I contemplate others) Jason themed tattoo.
When Jason played "The Remedy" at the Jones Beach concert, it was such a moving rendition of the song and it touched me. I cannot describe the feeling that I had inside. It's a very simple motto for life that can make all the difference.
I don't even know where to begin. Well, the beginning of my love for Jason Mraz is not a definite time or place. I don't have a day in particular where I remember falling in love with his music. I remember being very young and hearing The Remedy on the radio etc. I started to really become a fan with his We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things album however, I did my research and now, and rightfully so, know every song he has.. or almost. :) I'm not one of those "Oh my gosh...Jason Mraz is so good! I love that song he has with Colbie Caillat! Lucky!?" No. Oh no no no. I have a great and complete appreciation for the man, the music and the message although I have somewhat of a late start I'd say.
I saw Jason in concert first in NYC in October 2008 at Radio City! It was awesome, the gospel choir, the energy, the diversity of people. Next, I saw him at Jones Beach on Long Island August 2009, my home. Jones Beach is by far the greatest location for a summer concert. A Beautiful Mess: Live on Earth album is my favorite and that concert was of that tour, with the same arrangement more of less. The trumpets, the energy! THE ENERGY! His energy, the crowds energy and my floor seats were all perfection. I was in my glory that night.
December 2009 I got my first (I say that because I contemplate others) Jason themed tattoo.
When Jason played "The Remedy" at the Jones Beach concert, it was such a moving rendition of the song and it touched me. I cannot describe the feeling that I had inside. It's a very simple motto for life that can make all the difference. I saw Jason for my 3rd time at the Life is Good festival in Canton, Mass September 2010. I was browsing his website, knowing it wasn't on any tours and found the festival would be 3 weeks AFTER I arrived in Boston for college. I was ecstatic!!! It was met to be. I was close to the front, soaked it all in. This is the first day that I was introduced to Brett Dennen as an artist and he has become another love of mine who I will see for the 2nd time in May in NYC!
I yearn to meet Jason, travel to San Diego area and see his favorite spots, visit Cafe Gratitude and all of these things. Many more concerts to come for me :) Of course!
Some other memorable moments for me were when his fiance TP tweeted me! I had commented a picture of her and who I thought was Jason, laying in the grass. It was really old and I was the only one to comment saying something along the lines of "This is beautiful! I can't believe no one has commented this, I love you two together!" She replied me saying.. "Ha! That photo you commented on was the guy I was dating last year" hahah awkward! Must have been G. Love..... My twitter is twitter.com/DJstephyh <- The name has changed as a joke ... don't judge lol I have like 6 DJ's following me randomly.. hah
Also, Tricia the joyologist is a big inspiration of mine as well! She tweeted me and answered me on tumblr about a question I had! Hardyhar.tumblr.com if you want to follow me on Tumblr!
Hm what else, what else. I am a HUGE fan and believer of gratitude and appreciate Jason's message of giving love, being love and being thankful for what we have in our lives. I cannot stress enough how uplifted I feel because of his blog posts and his music and the way he shines his light onto all of his fans and anyone willing to listen to his piece of mind. I know you all feel the same and that is why this blog is such a blessing! I'm not crazy, I am appreciated by all you fellow fans hah
Some of my favorites of his are.. The Remedy (from Live on Earth album), Curbside Prophet (Tonight Not Again), his covers of Rocket Man and Good Old Fashioned Loverboy (B-sides), Little You and I (Java Joe's), Older Lover (From the Cutting Room Floor), After An Afternoon (Java Joe's), No Doubling Back (Tonight Not Again) and on and on and on. Certain versions are just PERFECTION, so I had to distinguish. ;)
P.S. If you wanna.. facebook.com/HardySteph
With gratitude and excitement,
Steph
"We're taking the higher route, we're taking the ceiling out, We're going up!"
March 8.
My fellow Mraz Women!
Today is an International Celebration.
Cheering for all those amazing achievements women have accomplished through the years.
And because of it I want to congratulate all of you amazing people.
Because of the great accomplishments you've had through your lives, the struggles, the sad moments, the happy moments, those little moments that make you smile, everything that makes you proud, everything that makes you fear and yet you have faced it bravely.
Congratulations, we're still here, on course in earth enjoy every bit of it. All of us brought up together by an amazing guy, but now acknowledging the awesomeness of each and everyone of us.
I love you all,
Enjoy your day..
Patty Zc.
Be Love..
Today is an International Celebration.
Cheering for all those amazing achievements women have accomplished through the years.
And because of it I want to congratulate all of you amazing people.
Because of the great accomplishments you've had through your lives, the struggles, the sad moments, the happy moments, those little moments that make you smile, everything that makes you proud, everything that makes you fear and yet you have faced it bravely.
Congratulations, we're still here, on course in earth enjoy every bit of it. All of us brought up together by an amazing guy, but now acknowledging the awesomeness of each and everyone of us.
I love you all,
Enjoy your day..
Patty Zc.
Be Love..
The Lonley Whale - heartbreaking story
Once upon a time, there was a whale called June. Or maybe her name is Margaret. Or Kate. We don't really know. A few nitrogen-hearted scientists call her 52 Hertz just because she sings at a 51.75Hz frequency, but I will call her Alice.
Alice isn't like any other baleen whale. Unlike all whales, Alice doesn't have friends. She doesn't have a family. She doesn't belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn't have a lover. She never had one.
In the immense solitude of the ocean, Alice is completely alone.
The only thing Alice does is sing. Like other whales, she has been singing for a very long time. The first time we heard her song was in 1989, when the hydrophone network of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration recorded her voice for the first time. The researchers at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution have been tracking her using these hydrophones for the last two decades.
Her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25Hz, Alice sings at 51.75Hz. You see, my dear humans, that's precisely Alice's problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And with every lonely song, Alice becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Nobody knows why this is happening. Nobody knows why Alice is going through the wrong paths instead of following the usual baleen whale's migratory channels. Some think that she might be a weird hybrid, one of a kind...
Alice isn't like any other baleen whale. Unlike all whales, Alice doesn't have friends. She doesn't have a family. She doesn't belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn't have a lover. She never had one.
In the immense solitude of the ocean, Alice is completely alone.
The only thing Alice does is sing. Like other whales, she has been singing for a very long time. The first time we heard her song was in 1989, when the hydrophone network of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration recorded her voice for the first time. The researchers at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution have been tracking her using these hydrophones for the last two decades.
Her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25Hz, Alice sings at 51.75Hz. You see, my dear humans, that's precisely Alice's problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And with every lonely song, Alice becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Nobody knows why this is happening. Nobody knows why Alice is going through the wrong paths instead of following the usual baleen whale's migratory channels. Some think that she might be a weird hybrid, one of a kind...
mrazgirls!
I love my MrazWomen.
They tell their stories, they hear mine and we truly understand each other.
We support each other.
But above all they can always cheer me up, no matter what.
I am grateful for finding them, and I am sure that someday I will meet each and everyone of you.
Have an awesome day, as for me I am about to sleep, this time change really makes me shitty.
Greetings from Antibes, fr.
Oh, btw.. I didn't tell you guys.. I went skiing in les Alpes.. omg.. I never imagined I would be so good.. (sure!) haha I had bruises all over my body :(
I share with u a pic of me doing great!
Well, I tried... Good news are that at the end I made it :D
besos
Patty Zc
Be Love..
They tell their stories, they hear mine and we truly understand each other.
We support each other.
But above all they can always cheer me up, no matter what.
I am grateful for finding them, and I am sure that someday I will meet each and everyone of you.
Have an awesome day, as for me I am about to sleep, this time change really makes me shitty.
Greetings from Antibes, fr.
Oh, btw.. I didn't tell you guys.. I went skiing in les Alpes.. omg.. I never imagined I would be so good.. (sure!) haha I had bruises all over my body :(
I share with u a pic of me doing great!
Well, I tried... Good news are that at the end I made it :D
besos
Patty Zc
Be Love..
Make 2011 The Best Year Ever!
Hello, my wonderful, beautiful ladies!
Another year has passed. More friendships have been forged. More life stories have been shared. More love and support have been given.
Words will never be enough to convey my heartfelt gratitude to all of you. Thank you for welcoming me and other fellow MrazWomen into your lives. By being part of this little family, by merely visiting this blog, by constantly keeping contact through Twitter, Facebook, Skype and other online faculties, you have made my decision to start this community a truly memorable one, probably one of the best ideas I've ever had in my entire life. ♥
For 2011, I can only wish and hope for more. I hope more of us can share our wonderful life experiences. I hope more of us learn how to be better people by being friends with one another. I hope more laughs, more love, and more support would be freely and open-heartedly given by each and every one of us. And of course, more Mraz awesomeness. :) Best Year Ever!
If any of you need me, I am just an email away....for now. ;)
Be radical love!
Jam/MrazGal
P.S. I hope you like the new look of the blog. :)
Another year has passed. More friendships have been forged. More life stories have been shared. More love and support have been given.
Words will never be enough to convey my heartfelt gratitude to all of you. Thank you for welcoming me and other fellow MrazWomen into your lives. By being part of this little family, by merely visiting this blog, by constantly keeping contact through Twitter, Facebook, Skype and other online faculties, you have made my decision to start this community a truly memorable one, probably one of the best ideas I've ever had in my entire life. ♥
For 2011, I can only wish and hope for more. I hope more of us can share our wonderful life experiences. I hope more of us learn how to be better people by being friends with one another. I hope more laughs, more love, and more support would be freely and open-heartedly given by each and every one of us. And of course, more Mraz awesomeness. :) Best Year Ever!
If any of you need me, I am just an email away....for now. ;)
Be radical love!
Jam/MrazGal
P.S. I hope you like the new look of the blog. :)
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)
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.
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
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
Oh, Mrazzy ladies
Good morning/afternoon/night/evening girlssss.
I don't have much Mraz-related news or anything to post about, but I just missed posting. It's hard to do so at home because I live in a pretty rural part of my town and our internet is garbage, so I'm currently on my lunch break at work.
I don't have much Mraz-related news or anything to post about, but I just missed posting. It's hard to do so at home because I live in a pretty rural part of my town and our internet is garbage, so I'm currently on my lunch break at work.
As shown, my lovely(not)work face below. That smile is my "Best Day Ever" smile. Even if I'm at work, today is still the Best Day Ever, like as tomorrow, the next day and forever days from now will be. I'm just happy to be here.
I will be fine
I am healing girls.
And all of you are helping me with it.
I came to the realization the other day that everything will be fine.
And only I can control my destiny. I can't wait for anyone to do it for me.
I have to do it.
So today, I am taking a stand. And i want all of you to do it with me.
Take a stand to be love.
Preach it with all of your heart.
<3
Je t'aime.
Jason Mraz, thanks for the constant inspiration.
(:
love,
ChristinaMarie(:
And all of you are helping me with it.
I came to the realization the other day that everything will be fine.
And only I can control my destiny. I can't wait for anyone to do it for me.
I have to do it.
So today, I am taking a stand. And i want all of you to do it with me.
Take a stand to be love.
Preach it with all of your heart.
<3
Je t'aime.
Jason Mraz, thanks for the constant inspiration.
(:
love,
ChristinaMarie(:
Ya know what I really, really love?
Hey ladies, I posted this up on tumblr last night, and I know some of you already read it, but since I made mention of a bunch of you and Mraz Women in general, along with the very inspirational Jason Mraz, I wanted to put it up on here, too...
Figuring things out about myself.
It sounds strange, but it really isn’t. I think right now, I’m at a really important phase of my life. That one where you figure so many things out, it can be either overwhelming or exciting. And I choose it to be exciting. When I was younger, I tended to follow the crowd. And I guess not really the crowd, more a certain group of girls who were the “popular ones.” I used to be a part of them, and regretfully this is so. I copied everything they did, from the clothes they wore to the music they listened to and I look back on it and think, “Wow, life must have really sucked then.” How could I have done that to myself is beyond me, but it is what it is, and now I can learn from it, so I’m grateful for that opportunity and I’m grateful to have found myself more and more over the years.
I started growing farther and farther apart from these girls and it was really because of so many reasons. While they wanted to be out in a party, I wanted to spend some time with my family (we’re really close). While they wanted to get the new Juicy Couture purse, I wanted to get a new Gameboy to play with my brothers. While they wanted to have a million play dates and sleepovers, I wanted to really concentrate on my schoolwork and study to impress all the teachers, proving to the world what I could do, all I could accomplish on my own. While they enjoyed bullying the people less social or less known than them, I wanted to stand up for those people. While they complained about their body image, wanting larger breasts and a smaller waist, I was perfectly content with my body and thought we were all beautiful. I tried to impose this onto them and perhaps convince them they were too, but they wouldn’t have any of it. While they were into Vogue, Seventeen, and Cosmo Girl, I wanted to be doing my homework assignments, putting in all my effort into that because that’s what mattered to me most at that moment. While they wanted to be at the mall buying out every single store, I wanted to be in the pool or beach. While they wanted to stand around in P.E. class and look at their nails and curl and flick their hair, I wanted to participate and GET ACTIVE AND PLAY WITH THE GUYS, hopefully show ‘em I was different.
It got worse. While they wanted to roll up their school shorts and skirts so high you could see the pockets, I kept mine at a normal length. While they wore bucket loads of makeup and splattered that goo all over their face at such a young age, I kept mine makeup free, all natural. While they constantly hounded me with questions, judging me for every single thing I said and did, I was struggling to lift my own spirits, afraid to go to anyone else. And that time in my life I really had no clue about who I was, where I was going, what I liked, what I disliked, and it makes you feel pretty helpless, much more easily influenced. I separated from them after I recognized these feelings.
Best move I ever made. Because when I see them now, all I see is a bunch of mindless girls who have so much potential. They could be so much better than what they are right now, and it makes me sad they didn’t take my path with me. It’s like they’re stuck in this imaginary vortex that doesn’t allow them to see the world as anything else except for behind the eyes of those mean little girls they were when they were younger.
Ya know, I have a story to tell you. To show you how mean they were…one day, two of them got together and decided to kick me out of “the group.” One of them invited me to her house and me, being the stupid, stupid kid I was, allowed her to influence me and convinced me to sing a bad song about the other girl. We both did it, but I sang the most. She was so into it and I felt so special because she was having fun with me and I feel “cool” for making her happy. I now know the real definition of “cool” is to be whoever the hell you wanna be. She secretly recorded the song and invited the other girl over to play it back. They confronted me at school on the playground and I was so, so crushed. I couldn’t believe it. We were friends for years, basically since birth. But I now know it was only really because the parents were friends. No worries, mom’s not friends with their parents anymore. Maybe that was supposed to happen? So I didn’t grow up to be like them.
Maybe that was a good thing to happen. To be separated from them the hard way, although I probably would’ve done it on my own, better sooner than later, I guess. I look at them now and while I see the pictures of them French kissing guys and posting them up on Facebook, holding up wine and beer bottles with a completely wasted look on their face, with that same dark makeup, with those heels higher, with those dresses shorter, pictures sleeping with guys, laughing at the straight F’s they get on their report cards while I get the straight A’s, cursing like maniacs, overusing the words “fuck” and “you” in a single sentence, I couldn’t be more happy with myself right now, this moment. And I think a really big factor that helped me figure out what this life is all about in the end is a few heroes of mine.
The first and biggest, being Jason Mraz, as many may already know. His music, his soothing words, his advice touched me so much and everything he said, I could relate with. And I mean, really, really relate with. I feel like I always had his incredible ideas constantly brewing up inside of me, but never really identified with them or knew how to fully and properly express them. I was also too afraid to take the chance. I was afraid of what people would think and how my “status” would change throughout the school. But Jason Mraz has made it cool to Be Love and Be Grateful. It’d be much too difficult to go through everything he’s taught me because we’d be here for awhile, but I think the biggest thing is just that, “There ain’t no rules to being cool” like he says in the WSWDWST DVD. It’s so simple, but I never really grasped it before hearing it from Jason. And that album, WSWDWST, it really talks about his self-discovery and how to live life to the fullest, not letting anything get in your way and bog you down, and I lived off that one CD for over a year. Nothing else. I learned all the songs. Broke down all the lyrics. Everything. And it’s helped like you couldn’t even imagine. I’m living so happy now and he’s made me feel like I really can do anything I want, like who I want, and figure out what I’m about. I’m such more of an aware person and the changes I’ve experienced over the last two years or so have been life changing, I know it.
The other hero is a teacher from last year who really, really helped me out, made me feel special. Both of them made me open my eyes to so many greater things to do with my life then sleep around and think your looks are everything. They’re really not.
I also need to thank Jam Regis for really opening her arms and allowing me into this amazing community of women over at MrazWomen.blogspot.com, and just allowing me to be her friend. My parents honestly never let me get a Facebook, but out of the blue one day, I decided to get a Twitter and I think Jam was one of the very first people who I could relate with, and made me feel really loved, especially with all that good advice she’s given me! I’m so grateful for you, and ever since I’ve been a part of Mraz Women, I felt like I was part of something really, really great. Not like that group of girls I associated with when I was blind to how to the world really worked. And I’m grateful for every single one them…Suzie, Christina D., Lisey E., Paula G., Dahlia L., Lucy F., Lesley M., Kayla K., Jessica R., Marissa M., May M., Stephanie D., Dana B. (whose tweets make me laugh like a crazy maniac), Nicole, and everyone else whose a part of it that I’m not mentioning. No hard feelings, it’s late, I’m tired. You guys have made me feel so special.
And now, I’m living really great because when someone asks me who my favorite artist is, for example, I can proudly say, “Jason Mraz.” When someone asks what my favorite clothing brand is, I can say, “Blend Apparel.” When someone asks who my favorite actor is, I can say, “Robert Downey Junior.” When someone asks me what my favorite show is, I say, “The Colbert Report.” And I know these are really silly things that everyone figures out as time goes by, but this is coming from the girl who answered every single fucking question with, “I dunno” because I was afraid of being judged for being myself. I hold my head up high and if you ask me anything, I’ll know the answer because I know who I am.
I’m Sasha. I’m not some mirror image of you, although I’m aspiring to have qualities like Jason Mraz because of how great a human being he is. I’m glad my role models aren’t slutty actresses, people who take drugs, and feel so “cool” for having sex with practically everything that moves. I’m glad they are you guys, everyone at Mraz Women and on Twitter who has constantly inspired me. I eternally thank you.
Figuring things out about myself.
It sounds strange, but it really isn’t. I think right now, I’m at a really important phase of my life. That one where you figure so many things out, it can be either overwhelming or exciting. And I choose it to be exciting. When I was younger, I tended to follow the crowd. And I guess not really the crowd, more a certain group of girls who were the “popular ones.” I used to be a part of them, and regretfully this is so. I copied everything they did, from the clothes they wore to the music they listened to and I look back on it and think, “Wow, life must have really sucked then.” How could I have done that to myself is beyond me, but it is what it is, and now I can learn from it, so I’m grateful for that opportunity and I’m grateful to have found myself more and more over the years.
I started growing farther and farther apart from these girls and it was really because of so many reasons. While they wanted to be out in a party, I wanted to spend some time with my family (we’re really close). While they wanted to get the new Juicy Couture purse, I wanted to get a new Gameboy to play with my brothers. While they wanted to have a million play dates and sleepovers, I wanted to really concentrate on my schoolwork and study to impress all the teachers, proving to the world what I could do, all I could accomplish on my own. While they enjoyed bullying the people less social or less known than them, I wanted to stand up for those people. While they complained about their body image, wanting larger breasts and a smaller waist, I was perfectly content with my body and thought we were all beautiful. I tried to impose this onto them and perhaps convince them they were too, but they wouldn’t have any of it. While they were into Vogue, Seventeen, and Cosmo Girl, I wanted to be doing my homework assignments, putting in all my effort into that because that’s what mattered to me most at that moment. While they wanted to be at the mall buying out every single store, I wanted to be in the pool or beach. While they wanted to stand around in P.E. class and look at their nails and curl and flick their hair, I wanted to participate and GET ACTIVE AND PLAY WITH THE GUYS, hopefully show ‘em I was different.
It got worse. While they wanted to roll up their school shorts and skirts so high you could see the pockets, I kept mine at a normal length. While they wore bucket loads of makeup and splattered that goo all over their face at such a young age, I kept mine makeup free, all natural. While they constantly hounded me with questions, judging me for every single thing I said and did, I was struggling to lift my own spirits, afraid to go to anyone else. And that time in my life I really had no clue about who I was, where I was going, what I liked, what I disliked, and it makes you feel pretty helpless, much more easily influenced. I separated from them after I recognized these feelings.
Best move I ever made. Because when I see them now, all I see is a bunch of mindless girls who have so much potential. They could be so much better than what they are right now, and it makes me sad they didn’t take my path with me. It’s like they’re stuck in this imaginary vortex that doesn’t allow them to see the world as anything else except for behind the eyes of those mean little girls they were when they were younger.
Ya know, I have a story to tell you. To show you how mean they were…one day, two of them got together and decided to kick me out of “the group.” One of them invited me to her house and me, being the stupid, stupid kid I was, allowed her to influence me and convinced me to sing a bad song about the other girl. We both did it, but I sang the most. She was so into it and I felt so special because she was having fun with me and I feel “cool” for making her happy. I now know the real definition of “cool” is to be whoever the hell you wanna be. She secretly recorded the song and invited the other girl over to play it back. They confronted me at school on the playground and I was so, so crushed. I couldn’t believe it. We were friends for years, basically since birth. But I now know it was only really because the parents were friends. No worries, mom’s not friends with their parents anymore. Maybe that was supposed to happen? So I didn’t grow up to be like them.
Maybe that was a good thing to happen. To be separated from them the hard way, although I probably would’ve done it on my own, better sooner than later, I guess. I look at them now and while I see the pictures of them French kissing guys and posting them up on Facebook, holding up wine and beer bottles with a completely wasted look on their face, with that same dark makeup, with those heels higher, with those dresses shorter, pictures sleeping with guys, laughing at the straight F’s they get on their report cards while I get the straight A’s, cursing like maniacs, overusing the words “fuck” and “you” in a single sentence, I couldn’t be more happy with myself right now, this moment. And I think a really big factor that helped me figure out what this life is all about in the end is a few heroes of mine.
The first and biggest, being Jason Mraz, as many may already know. His music, his soothing words, his advice touched me so much and everything he said, I could relate with. And I mean, really, really relate with. I feel like I always had his incredible ideas constantly brewing up inside of me, but never really identified with them or knew how to fully and properly express them. I was also too afraid to take the chance. I was afraid of what people would think and how my “status” would change throughout the school. But Jason Mraz has made it cool to Be Love and Be Grateful. It’d be much too difficult to go through everything he’s taught me because we’d be here for awhile, but I think the biggest thing is just that, “There ain’t no rules to being cool” like he says in the WSWDWST DVD. It’s so simple, but I never really grasped it before hearing it from Jason. And that album, WSWDWST, it really talks about his self-discovery and how to live life to the fullest, not letting anything get in your way and bog you down, and I lived off that one CD for over a year. Nothing else. I learned all the songs. Broke down all the lyrics. Everything. And it’s helped like you couldn’t even imagine. I’m living so happy now and he’s made me feel like I really can do anything I want, like who I want, and figure out what I’m about. I’m such more of an aware person and the changes I’ve experienced over the last two years or so have been life changing, I know it.
The other hero is a teacher from last year who really, really helped me out, made me feel special. Both of them made me open my eyes to so many greater things to do with my life then sleep around and think your looks are everything. They’re really not.
I also need to thank Jam Regis for really opening her arms and allowing me into this amazing community of women over at MrazWomen.blogspot.com, and just allowing me to be her friend. My parents honestly never let me get a Facebook, but out of the blue one day, I decided to get a Twitter and I think Jam was one of the very first people who I could relate with, and made me feel really loved, especially with all that good advice she’s given me! I’m so grateful for you, and ever since I’ve been a part of Mraz Women, I felt like I was part of something really, really great. Not like that group of girls I associated with when I was blind to how to the world really worked. And I’m grateful for every single one them…Suzie, Christina D., Lisey E., Paula G., Dahlia L., Lucy F., Lesley M., Kayla K., Jessica R., Marissa M., May M., Stephanie D., Dana B. (whose tweets make me laugh like a crazy maniac), Nicole, and everyone else whose a part of it that I’m not mentioning. No hard feelings, it’s late, I’m tired. You guys have made me feel so special.
And now, I’m living really great because when someone asks me who my favorite artist is, for example, I can proudly say, “Jason Mraz.” When someone asks what my favorite clothing brand is, I can say, “Blend Apparel.” When someone asks who my favorite actor is, I can say, “Robert Downey Junior.” When someone asks me what my favorite show is, I say, “The Colbert Report.” And I know these are really silly things that everyone figures out as time goes by, but this is coming from the girl who answered every single fucking question with, “I dunno” because I was afraid of being judged for being myself. I hold my head up high and if you ask me anything, I’ll know the answer because I know who I am.
I’m Sasha. I’m not some mirror image of you, although I’m aspiring to have qualities like Jason Mraz because of how great a human being he is. I’m glad my role models aren’t slutty actresses, people who take drugs, and feel so “cool” for having sex with practically everything that moves. I’m glad they are you guys, everyone at Mraz Women and on Twitter who has constantly inspired me. I eternally thank you.
Wow, it's been awhile
Since i posted a blog.
I've been out at my Grandma's house for the past week or so, just happy to get away from my parents for awhile.
As a select few of you know, I had a slight breakdown this week.
Everything lately has been making me blow up.
I've been a wreck.
One minute crying, the next calm, then i'll have this uncontrolable rage, and throw a fit.
I've been really depressed for awhile, and most of it has been because i've been heartbroken.
I came to the realization two days ago, that i can't be like this anymore, and that i need to change.
This is hurting the people that care about me the most, and i have no excuse to put them through this, just because my heart is aching.
So, i vow to go on a mission to start focusing on the things that matter the most, and focus on my happiness.
And, i would like to thank Marissa for being there for me, and thank Jam for helping me meet all of these wonderful girls.
I'm friends with most of you on Facebook, and follow most of you on Twitter.
But to all the new girls who just joined, Welcome!!
Ana, Dawn, Viviane, etc.
You will soon realize that we are a family, and we are always here for each other.
However you are feeling, blog your hearts out!!!!
Also, i want to write an apology.
Dear Jason,
I am sorry that I haven't been listening to you at all lately.
I don't know if it's because i have been so depressed, or if i am depressed because i am not listening to Jason.
Or maybe it's just worsening it.
But i am trying to get my life back in order, and you are still the most major part of me.
I love you.
In fact, i love you all.
Sorry this is so long.
Bye,
Love,
ChristinaMarie(:
I've been out at my Grandma's house for the past week or so, just happy to get away from my parents for awhile.
As a select few of you know, I had a slight breakdown this week.
Everything lately has been making me blow up.
I've been a wreck.
One minute crying, the next calm, then i'll have this uncontrolable rage, and throw a fit.
I've been really depressed for awhile, and most of it has been because i've been heartbroken.
I came to the realization two days ago, that i can't be like this anymore, and that i need to change.
This is hurting the people that care about me the most, and i have no excuse to put them through this, just because my heart is aching.
So, i vow to go on a mission to start focusing on the things that matter the most, and focus on my happiness.
And, i would like to thank Marissa for being there for me, and thank Jam for helping me meet all of these wonderful girls.
I'm friends with most of you on Facebook, and follow most of you on Twitter.
But to all the new girls who just joined, Welcome!!
Ana, Dawn, Viviane, etc.
You will soon realize that we are a family, and we are always here for each other.
However you are feeling, blog your hearts out!!!!
Also, i want to write an apology.
Dear Jason,
I am sorry that I haven't been listening to you at all lately.
I don't know if it's because i have been so depressed, or if i am depressed because i am not listening to Jason.
Or maybe it's just worsening it.
But i am trying to get my life back in order, and you are still the most major part of me.
I love you.
In fact, i love you all.
Sorry this is so long.
Bye,
Love,
ChristinaMarie(:
Hello ladies!
All these introductions going on :-)
My name is Dawn from Georgia south of Atlanta, been here 11 years, before that grew up in Massachusetts. I am 30+ ( that's all I'm saying abt age ha ha ) and I am new to blogging, only started so I could post on J's blog and It's been fun finding out there are so many Mraz fan's. He is amazing and when I want to talk about him and what he's doing, I feel like friends and fam would think I've lost it. I mentioned it was his birthday in the car w/ my mother the other day and she gave me a weird look so I am escstatic to be able to gush about him on here with you guys! Yeah !
I first heard him about 3 years ago I think, I was peeking at Gavin Degraw songs on itunes and they give suggestions on the right side of stuff people liked who also liked Gavin and Jason's music was there so I always bee line for anything acoustic/live sound to it so I got the "Live at Java Joe's" album and loved it of course and then got everything else:)
Favorites vary depending on the day - Plane/ Galaxy/ Dynamo/If it kills me/ Live High/Coyote's/ Human etc etc I love them all, most nights I play the "Schuba's medly" it's 34 minutes and you can really feel him pouring his heart out in each note. mmm mmm mmmm love it.
I saw allyoldsoul post that his 2nd Brasil video was up on Youtube yesterday- He looks cute as ever. I am syked for him that he is back with Tristan- hope it works out- she has a great voice I was checking out some of her stuff on youtube "Hello" which I think is abt him and "Just a little bit" are just two songs if you wanted to take a peek.
Here is the addy for Brasil Video.
Thanks Jam for this Mraz adoring space you've got here for all of us - Love it ! ~D
Have a Great Weekend Everyone - Excited to get to know you all !
My name is Dawn from Georgia south of Atlanta, been here 11 years, before that grew up in Massachusetts. I am 30+ ( that's all I'm saying abt age ha ha ) and I am new to blogging, only started so I could post on J's blog and It's been fun finding out there are so many Mraz fan's. He is amazing and when I want to talk about him and what he's doing, I feel like friends and fam would think I've lost it. I mentioned it was his birthday in the car w/ my mother the other day and she gave me a weird look so I am escstatic to be able to gush about him on here with you guys! Yeah !
I first heard him about 3 years ago I think, I was peeking at Gavin Degraw songs on itunes and they give suggestions on the right side of stuff people liked who also liked Gavin and Jason's music was there so I always bee line for anything acoustic/live sound to it so I got the "Live at Java Joe's" album and loved it of course and then got everything else:)
Favorites vary depending on the day - Plane/ Galaxy/ Dynamo/If it kills me/ Live High/Coyote's/ Human etc etc I love them all, most nights I play the "Schuba's medly" it's 34 minutes and you can really feel him pouring his heart out in each note. mmm mmm mmmm love it.
I saw allyoldsoul post that his 2nd Brasil video was up on Youtube yesterday- He looks cute as ever. I am syked for him that he is back with Tristan- hope it works out- she has a great voice I was checking out some of her stuff on youtube "Hello" which I think is abt him and "Just a little bit" are just two songs if you wanted to take a peek.
Here is the addy for Brasil Video.
Thanks Jam for this Mraz adoring space you've got here for all of us - Love it ! ~D
Have a Great Weekend Everyone - Excited to get to know you all !
Hello mrazwomen!
Well... as Vivi introduced herself! I guess I should do the same :D
My name is Ana Diegues, I'm not from RIO (damn, wish I were) haha! Actually, I'm from a small town down south... in Brasil! It's a nice place to live!
Well, I must say that I'm a Mraz lover since I was in High School, Has been 4years now! OMG... what a lovely thing *.*
So here it goes the song wich made me fall in love with this man! This song made me really want to know more about Mraz, and guess what, Now I'm totally addicted! hahaha
I'm so grateful for being part of this community,
~Love,
Ana Diegues.
First shot
Hey, girls, what's up?!
It's my first time here and I guess I should introduce myself...
I'm Viviane, I'm from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, and I'm a great fan of Jason Mraz for a long time. I'm very grateful to be a part of this community, I'm always glad to read what you girls share and I wish you enjoy reading what I've got to say.
It was a very thoughtful day to me, there is a lot of weird things going on here in my town.
And in some part of my day, I was sort of reminded of a Jason's new song, What Would Love Do Now.
Don't you girls think sometimes it doesn't seem people have enough love to spend? Or what would explain so much anger, hate and bad atitudes going on? I mean... it's been an awkward world! Wouldn't it be a lot better if people only listen to their hearts and do good stuff?
Anyway... just some ideas!
<3
It's my first time here and I guess I should introduce myself...
I'm Viviane, I'm from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, and I'm a great fan of Jason Mraz for a long time. I'm very grateful to be a part of this community, I'm always glad to read what you girls share and I wish you enjoy reading what I've got to say.
It was a very thoughtful day to me, there is a lot of weird things going on here in my town.
And in some part of my day, I was sort of reminded of a Jason's new song, What Would Love Do Now.
Anyway... just some ideas!
<3
Jam's Smile Track(s) of the Moment VI
Hello everyone! Today I turned 26 (yikes) and although times are tough and stressful things are happening to me and around me left and right, I promised myself (and someone I love) that I will not let anything or anyone take away my awesomeness.
So here, allow me to share with you a couple of songs that make (and made) me happy today. ♥
And for a wonderful, goosebump-inducing finale...
Thank you for inspiring me on a daily basis. I really thought this year's birthday would suck, but I remembered that I have received probably one of the best birthday gifts ever this year.
You guys. ♥
So here, allow me to share with you a couple of songs that make (and made) me happy today. ♥
And for a wonderful, goosebump-inducing finale...
Thank you for inspiring me on a daily basis. I really thought this year's birthday would suck, but I remembered that I have received probably one of the best birthday gifts ever this year.
You guys. ♥
Attitude of Gratitude
Hello pretty ladies!! So I was recently at Barnes & Noble and thought I'd take a look at the sale rack. When I looked at it I found a book called Attitude of Gratitude by MJ Ryan. I've been reading a chapter a day (I probably should read a chapter a week) and it's made me think, how much do I really have to be grateful for? I sat down and wrote a list and that list got SO long. Let's just say my hand is forever in pain;) So I have now started a project where everyday I wake up I write on an index card "I Am Grateful 4..." and then write down what I am grateful for that day. I plan to do this everyday until I have one entire wall covered. This is a large task and on days when I am completely grateful for water, I might have a few repeats. I love this idea of such a small task to show my gratitude to mother nature, man, and my friends and the things they say that make my world shinier. That includes you ladies. I have this love for Jason Mraz that's undescribable and I'm glad I have people to share it with who won't get annoyed at how much I love him... Like my friends, brother, mom occasionally, etc. So in this journey I'm going through of making a more gracious life, I would love it if you would join me on the journey. I plan to make a Twitter account somewhat like @iamgrateful4 but different. It's different in the people that follow it, I'll follow back, anytime those followers say something they're grateful for, I'll retweet it, and even if they don't but the account is mentioned, I'll retweet it. It's one small way to spread a little joy, and I would love if you girls would join me in this. So if you'd like to go on this journey with me, I would love it and I would be forever in gratitude to you. So thank you for your time, sorry for my novel of a message (if we talk a lot already, you know how I am), and may your day be blessed and full of gratitude. Tweet me at @mr_azfan01 and if I get enough people, I will open this account! Let's do this! :):)
