36 Chambers!

Happy 4th Anniversary to WajimaRose.com, and a very Happy 36 to me. Yes, 36–the year I enter into a kingdom of all possibilities, the year I break free from the nine times I have fallen victim to my own desires, causing all four chambers of my heart to separate as I singlehandedly died painful, emotional deaths. The year of my resurrection.

The year of Wu-Jima!


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I possibly have the coolest job in the face of Miami, but that’s just my opinion, and since its my site, I’m just gonna go ahead and leave that comment right there.  I also work at one of the coolest places in town, and since most of you are constantly complaining about your jobs via facebook, I’m also gonna have to say its true. Thursday afternoon, after a series of the funniest office conversations ever taken in the face of MAN, I got ready for the Mercedes-Benz Corporate Run event that took place in lovely Downtown Miami area. Needless to say, after a heck of a warm-up, and bumping into people I haven’t seen in forever, I am happy to report that I made the 5K run, in under an hour. I think its also safe to say, I’m back in shape and feeling absolutely better than most of you out there, without the hard-work, or plastic surgery to go with it.




There were a thousand and one things to do Friday night, and I didn’t wanna do any of it, but I put my big woman panties on, and head out to Artistic Vibes to enjoy real people, yes–REAL people.  Seems like a joke in a city full of superficial fakes, but I’m talking soulful, well grounded, positive and extremely talented people (funny, how they have survived among the masses). Narciso Hilario Montas, a friend of ours, hosted the event at Artistic Vibes that night, and although my mind and body seemed to have been on vacation from one another due to the weeks’ activities, I’m glad I was able to make it out there in time to see this…sigh.

Later that evening I found myself in Homestead, vibing to the radiant streams the moon was transmitting through me. During the week I had developed a craving for a burger, yeah –a red meat burger (que asco) something I had given up years ago, 10 years to be exact.  But, Skrollz treated me to something out of this world fantastic… a Toston and chicken burger, BRO!




I woke up from my late night food hang-over and knew exactly what I needed to recuperate, a nice long talk with the sea.  So the ever charming and talented DaVincci and I headed out to THE spot for a full afternoon of raw conversations, inspirational music, and hummus. Later that night he treated me to some pre-birthday sushi. Saturday was absolutely perfect. Look out for his new EP, which drops sometime this week. Trust me you’re going to love this one!




There’s something special about Sunday’s, yes –it’s known as the day of rest, the day of The Lord and the day before Monday, but for me it’s become more important than that, it’s the day I get to make Sundays amazing again, and there isn’t a better way to do so than taking a trip down to Key Largo for a kayaking afternoon. My friend Hector was so kind to invite me, knowing I had never been kayaking before, and felt it was a great way to welcome the eve of my birthday doing something I’ve never done before (when was the last time you did something for the first time?) and after a few accidents with mangroves, and a bridge, I was certified a kayak expert.


Before we knew it, three hours had passed and I was starving up a river, so we loaded the kayaks, and headed over to Jimmy Johnson’s Big Chill for fish tacos and white chocolate macadamia nut cheese cake.



And that my friends is how you Celebrate 28 Days of ME.

Easter Weekend 2014.



What a difference a year makes. This year I found myself making up for lost time. What should have been a year of adulation, turned into a year of chances, heavy emotions and manifestations. Everything was placed on hold, everything but breathing, and as I slowly re-enter the world I had once left behind, I’ve decided to make it a celebration. Everyday since the 1st of April, I’ve done something to celebrate love, life, and everything in between, including celebrating 28 days of me. Twenty-eight days leading up to my glorious 36, the year I have accomplished big goals that will lead me to a beautiful dream, and since I grew up here; there’s no better way to celebrate who I am than by reuniting with my first love. The ocean.





Saturday afternoon, I headed with Skrollz to Wynwood for a photo-shoot. He’s been diligently working on a project to bring writing back to the youth. Something that’s been lost due to social media, lack of parenting and game systems.
welcome to Paperstax, a project dedicated to revitalizing the art of personal reflection. The project is about giving young people pocketable notebooks to inspire them to put themselves on paper, one page at a time.






Sunday: the day of reflection, the holiest day ever, Easter Sunday. I drove up to Broward  for some Easter fun which included tons of baking, BBQ-ing and Jello-O shots. As I sat back and took on the lake view, I suddenly realized that I have reached a place of serenity in my life.  As I reflect on the past, I am now confident about where my life is going, I’m cherished by those who are in it, and most importantly I’ve come to accept things I’ve had trouble seeing before, and as the sunsets on this graceful day, I have to say, I’ve never been more happier with myself.


Make Your Bed, Please!



If I don’t make my bed in the morning, I feel like I’ll have a bad day. Seriously, I’ve called my mother and asked her to go into my room and please fix it when I’ve left in a hurry just so that my mind could be at peace with the cosmos. A bed says a lot about who you are; just like the inside of your car (but that’s a whole different topic) if your bed is made your personal life is at ease, you’re more content with your personal space, you’re more productive during the day, you’re more comfortable about who you are, you’re not longing for company, and it makes for free time to do something else around the pad.

A made bed makes for a healthy sex life, did you know that? It’s far more inviting then messy sheets. I know what you’re thinking, “you’re just going to mess them up anyways” but truth be told there is nothing more erotic than seeing the mess you’ve made afterwards, and if you’re with a person who is extremely visual than a made bed makes for exotic sex. It also helps unfuck your bad habits.

Being a single woman who has dated some single boys, I for one have to pat myself on the back, because before me they were bed sloppy, and after me, well let’s just say they have kept up with the neat sheets. Also, nothing says sexy than getting out of bed, and seeing them making it after your feet hit the floor (make my bed, Bitch).  If your bed is made there’s nothing to worry about, your finances are in order, your work flow is controllable and yourself esteem is at an all time high. Because if you took the time in the AM to make your bed, it shows that you have taken time to take care of you. It’s a sign that your shit is put together, and who doesn’t like a person who has their shit together?

  With that said, now that you’ve made your bed, go lay in it.

Mind, Body & Soul.


A mini vacation never hurt the soul. Especially if you live in Miami. People come here every day to get away (from what exactly… I don’t know?) but there are days I find myself wanting to escape the traffic, the pavements, the superficial life style that has become a nightmare trend in our city, and the shadows of the relationships I have collided with. Saturday morning after hanging up memories of time passed, I jumped in the car and headed West. There’s something free about direction, and something spiritual about the West. There’s no question as to why many drive towards the desert, yet seeing that I’m worlds away, but mindfully close to the West, it’s force, which I found myself gravitating towards, with it’s clear wide compass was excatly what my heart needed.

Soundtrack of choice : Z by SZA








WMC: My Style!



As you well know, WMC invaded our city this past weekend, while most of the “ladies” wore nearly close to nothing and tree huggers looked for anything that resembled a tree, I made my way on over to the Design District, with DaVincci to catch Brand Nubian at the Stage Friday night. I had not been out and about in quite some time… but with my conflict in schedule who could? With work, school, kids and a brand new pad to decorate… time for myself as been something of the essence, luckily, I was in great company so it made for a lovely evening out full of music and soul. Perhaps not your typical WMC kind of night, but for us Miamian’s it was a break away from the uncomfortable tourists that take over our city, and the desperate chicks from Miami who follow them.


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I have been waiting for this show to come to Miami for five years.  And it was completely worth the five long and very washed out years. The times I’ve return to New York, I’ve been unable to make it and the one time I had decide to buy tickets, it was put on hiatus for running 400+ performances.  So when my sister’s husband surprised her for her birthday with tickets, It had dawned on me that I had fallen into a Broadway Musical coma. I had to see this show, I knew it would be exactly what I needed to come out of my musical funk, and I was right. American Idiot IS Tony Award amazing, and if you’re anything like me always looking to break away from a jaded mentality then this is the show for you. This was definitely a Music for the Soul weekend.


Saying Goodbye to How I Met Your Mother.


I am not ready to part with How I Met Your Mother just yet, nor am I emotionally prepared for all the feelings the last episode will bring. We all love a great love story, and we love a great dad, so what’s left to say about a show that has captured our hearts about a man who reminisces with his children about that time when he fell in love with their mom. It started with an ankle, and from that little sight of her skin, he knew she was the one.

We spend energy on looking for the one, and we spend hours telling people about it all while searching for that one great show, and when you combined them all, well you end up with a conversational piece worth sharing. I want to thank the producers, writer, actors, and everyone who worked on, and behind the scene in making this one of my all-time favorite family shows. It became our show; I have spent countless hours on the sofa with the kids enjoying this creative work. I also spent my healing process next to Barney, Marshall, Robin, Lily and Ted, and I couldn’t have asked for better company.

Saying good bye to something you enjoy is hard, I’ve recently had to say good bye to many things. The house where I enjoyed so many beautiful moments in, some of the things that brought tons of joy into our lives, and because life has a funny sense of humor, I’ve also had to say good bye to some people in my life. However, this show helped me cope, and I’m just not ready to say good bye to it, just yet.

Romance Is My Day Job!


Romance is not only my day job, but it’s also my morning cup of coffee, why I get dressed every day, and my reason for breathing.  Yes, I understand that you think romance is important when it comes to relationships, and although, I might be in the crossroads of one, the one relationship I never seem to have a problem with is the one I have with myself.  Many times I’ve been asked “Do you think it’s healthy that you are always romancing yourself, kind of makes it hard, it’s like they are always competing with you, no?” and my answer to that is always, “no.” I spend more time alone then I do in relationships, and since it’s the little things that count, and no one knows me better than I know myself, I seem to keep things wonderful when it comes to me, and although I’m hopeful about love, I can’t help but to romance myself every chance I get. Today, I treated myself to lunch, sat outside and enjoyed this beautiful cool breeze in Miami, bought a book by the self-title of this blog, and Thanked everyone for the little complements as I walked between buildings while wearing my emerald skirt, royal blue lace top and cat shades. I can’t wait to go home and read all about romance.

DIY: Upholstering Chairs & Ottomans.


One of the many wonderful things about moving is getting rid of the things you no longer want in your life, and sometimes receiving things that you do. Over the course of the week, my new and soon to be ex generous neighbor offered her dinning room table in exchange for my moving boxes.

The table is 20 years old, and hand made in Venezuela. It’s trimmed with an iron and wood finish, the iron chairs needed a touch of love and after seeing some of the things coming into my new home, she knew the table would set in perfectly.

On Saturday my friend and I took a trip to Joann’s fabric and picked out the perfect print for my soon to be transformed bistro table. I also bought fabric for the two ottomans I couldn’t find myself parting with.

With an upholstering stapler, fabric scissors, extra padding, Robert Glasper’s Black Radio playing in the background, along with chimichangas for our 15 minute break, the rest was Paris history.










Music for The Soul-Miami Beat Wave | MAYDAY | Artoffical

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Let me tell you what’s happening in your neck of the woods. While New York is reporting on the Tara McPhersons’ art gallery robbery from last night , and California is finally getting a chance of rain, I couldn’t help but notice that Miami has once again fallen asleep on current events. Despierta Miami!

Now, I don’t know if you felt it, but last week the ground shook when Miami Beat Wave,  MAYDAY and Artoffical,  dropped the album  Neighbors. I kid you not, it was a magnitude of 7.5 ; we are STILL getting aftershocks three days later.

A wise man once said “Love thy neighbor.” Now, I don’t know about your neighbors, but my neighbors from Kendall are pretty dope. Here, have a listen. You’re welcome!

My Top Five Albums of 2013, Minus One.

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This year was a big year for music. It seems like we say that every year, and it just so happens that this was the year I decided to re-enter my roots in Hip hop and instrumentals. I took a three year hiatus from the music that used to inspire my walk, my talk and my style because I felt I no longer needed any of it in my life, but as the story goes, you can’t hide from where you come from and all things lead me back to her.


For those of you who bought or downloaded this record, I sympathize. Also, I feel sorry for myself due to the fact that I will never get those 45 mins of my life back, plus I blame everything that ever went wrong this year on this album. West not only showed an angry side to himself, but called himself a God while doing so. No, that is not permitted! Demented demon is more like it, dude you’re upset, we get it, eat a snickers, bro. Not one song had me moving, and for me that is a plus, move my mind or move the fuck on, but then again, don’t mind me, I don’t have the answers. They say you can’t blame any one for your own discrepancies, but I am going to be the first one to say that I blame Kanye West for everything gone wrong in 2013.


Back in 2008, my soul was searching for a revolution. Turning 30 and getting married were at the top of the list for that year, not to mention the laughter of change sipped on every brim of my drink, and I felt lost and winded until I heard Oddisse’s , Chocolate City Dreaming. I must have played ‘Odd Autumn’ for weeks on end before placing everything in the hands of the universe in hopes that it knew where it was taking me. Little did I know I had fallen victim to the music with the longing and wanting of something that resembled it which later down the road became my resurrection. ‘The Beauty in ALL’ , is a futuristic sound filled with horns, piano and drum beats which are the perfect combination of sun and light in my life, and it placed this album on my top 5 best albums out this year.


Nothing Was The Same

Listen, before you go…(if you haven’t left yet) I get it, the guy is mad soft with his downtempo, and not at all ready to sit with the big boys in the big boy table, but don’t forget you made your way over to my page. That alone will tell you many things, and one of them is that I’m a sucker for make me feel good music or just make me feel period. Drake doesn’t fall short with his soft melodies and a touch of 90’s R&B soul. Yes, he’s far from it but it’s as close as its going to get in 2013.  His attention, emotions and those 3am moments of sweet hardcore sex is what keeps us listening to him while making fun of his style. While most of you poke fun about this man’s music, its his music that’s entering the ears of the women you’re sleeping with, so you should be thanking him for it.  Although Worst Behavior makes me want to punch someone in the face, the rest of the album has me longing for summer nights, deep conversations under the stars and long drives while reminiscing over yesteryears. But let’s not think about it too much, or this will turn into a post on why I need Drake in my life.


I first came across Ta-ku back in 2011 on myspace (yea, don’t judge me) and I found him while searching for some Dilla beats to throw on my blog for a year end review, but the honors went over to the incredible MC Solar, because I also have a thing for french MC’s. ‘Songs to Break Up To’ is worth a thousand heartbreaks if you ask me (but you didn’t, so I told you anyways). This record is filled with every thing instrumentals, doused with words you aren’t able to conjure while in the mist of taking space and time. Somethings are better left unsaid and when that happens put this record on and mark my words -you won’t regret it.

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Ok, there is no Hip hop post on WajimaRose.com without talking about the man I have been in love with since 1998 is there? No, there isn’t and this year that man dropped yet another reason to keep me patiently waiting while he pulls on my heart stings as he ventures off into the world of sports, but I am forever devoted to HOV, unlike his longtime friend Kanye, Jay-z is the only person allowed to be angry on his record in my opinion. Holy Grail had me feeding off of the palm of his hands, and let’s not even discuss Part II (On The Run), but can we please elaborate on the beauty that is Frank Ocean, and how every time he touches a track no matter whose album it is the man makes my ovaries explode. Mr. Carter can do no wrong in my eyes, and I could careless about your opinions because he is forever the nuts to my chin…FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt.


There’s just way too much sexy in one album. They said that Hip hop’s dead, then I gather those people have not heard Sunset Blvd yet. Some of the most talented people in the business held the mic on this album,  artists like Common who is one of my favorite walking poetry books still around alongside Talib Kweli, J Rocc and Rhettmatic of the World Famous Beat Junkies, with some sweet tasting treats from Dezi Paige (ooh, so sexy) and Botni Applebum. This was definitely a good year for the Yancey family, and it was an even greater finish when they set off on the Welcome To Dillaville Europe Tour 2013 this past fall.

My vibe this New Years Eve Aurora Feat Esta by Elaquent