Original LILIANA Songs I will be Recording soon

HOLLYWOOD



you want me to take it
like a champion
shove it in me like packed salmon
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister

you live the violent chaos
yea, morality would create too much peace
on your dirty, ugly, botoxed face
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister

I'm lined up at starbucks of the wanted dreams
cappuccino double latte, "make me famous please"
no talent loser undisciplined fucks
I REFUSE brother, I REFUSE sister


Chorous:

take off all your clothes
don't you know? you're in Hollywood
it's real squeky clean shiny things
it's real chances happening
it's a real faux leather jacket, a wolf you hope
I'm laughing hard cuz they all turn out to be sheep

and I Refuse
I refuse, I Refuse, I REFUSE
brother, sister, father, mother, I Refuse



you grin your sick smile from your polluted mind
whilst I'm the genius dragon spewing pure heart fire into your clogged throat
I dare you, tap your pen to evaluate me
I'll bite off your child-maker
I aint like the blond fake tittied bimbos you're used to

cuz I REFUSE, I REFUSE, I REFUSE



It keeps happening, stupid
Because noone will take a stand
pussy-fuckers scared to fight for something
to Believe in

I'm supposed to bend over and take it up the ass?

I refuse, I refuse,
brother, sister, I REFUSE


Chorous altered:

strip off your soul
don't you know? You're in Hollywood
ride it fast sex money fame power NOW
more until you're a walking ghost

you say that's how it always was
and how it always will be
and if you want it bad enough you'll do
anything

I've got a solution

join me and start a revolution

I refuse.

and I'll Refuse.

I Refuse brother, sister, father, mother,

I REFUSE



yea I'll do it all my way
I'll shove it up Your asses and you'll see Me smiling
evaluating You as you beg me for the secret

yea and then I'll have really Changed things

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WATERPROOF SUIT



you know
you feel
you act
you think
you live

chorous:

stupid machine
such a beautiful thing
truth is raining on you
but you're in a waterproof suit

suit's dry cleaned
with your LA smile
all the dying bleed upon you
but you're in a waterproof suit






you eat
you bleed
you try, deny
you defeat, repeat

you fight
you fuck
you scream
you manipulate, try so hard


chorous x2

waterproof suit
waterproof suit
waterproof suit




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THRU YOUR EYES


look into my eyes
there are forests
but no lies

i'll let you see my soul
and you can take everything
for there is nothing i own

put your hand on my heart
drum to it's beat
and we'll be one

your breath on my lips
i don't need a kiss
i've felt you balls to bones
i let go of all control


chorous:

I want to eat what you eat
live where you live
dream what you dream
see the world thru your eyes

i want to feel what you feel
know what you know
walk where you walk
i want to see the world thru your eyes


on a map you'll see borders
lots of lines separating things
all you'll see is oneness when you fly with me

can you taste the love
floating thru every second
of this life

and are you grateful
for this grand gift
the magic of being Alive?

I have seen you shudder in fear
close yourself in skepticism
i'm here to show you a new you
a whole new way of living


chorous x2


bridge:

elevate me, captivate me
teach me all i do not remember
i will save you
you will save me
let's jump into the waterfall together
see the world thru one eye

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!!

Heartless - My Cover of Kanye West's Song

Apologies for the absolute SHIT recording. Ya work with what ya got til you got the millions to make a proper one! lol.

the damage

the moon night rush....yea you told me it all was done....yea you poured that bittersweet bullshit out of your heart.....spit it all over me my open wounds danced in your salt....and I gazed in your eyes begging for the reversal...some chemical transgression alas? .....no the devil spoke to me in my dreams...he's draggin' me down into alcohol and manipulated mind control , because of you love, because of the damage.......
sometimes I glance back at the sun, stare it hard in the eye bleaching my retinas dry.....because of you love, because of the damage you've done....you're not aware you're not fucked over as you've swallowed the iguana without my achilles heel.....yea you sit on your throne writing scrolls....I bow at your blessed feet, like a fool.....and I eat because I'm starving, I eat my own flesh because it's so disgusting.....because of you love, because of the damage.........did you choose to walk it off.....was it that simple to rip the veins of me out......I'm not quite something not quite anything not nothing or everything.....you've left me a puddle of delusion love.....I question every question and thought......you said move it along.....like the workers at an amtrack fading on.....well fuck you love.....fuck you and I will kill the demon in your cold soul......fuck you love because of the damage love, the damage.

Posting this from Texas....Back in Hollywood tomorrow

Mickey Avalon - My Dick Lyrics


My dick cost a late night fee,
Your dick got the HIV.
My dick plays on the double feature screen,
Your dick went straight to DVD.

My dick bigger than a bridge,
Your dick look like a little kids.
My dick large like the chargers (the whole team),
Your shit look like you're fourteen.

My dick locked in a cage (right),
Your dick suffer from stage fright.
My dick so hot its stolen,
Your dick look like Gary Coleman.

My dick pain and big,
Your dick stinks like shit.
My dick got a
Your dick needs a tweezer dude.

My dick is like supersize,
Your dick look like two fries.
My dick more mass than the Earth,
Your dick half staff (it needs work).

My dick been there done that,
Your dick said so
My dick, V.I.P.,
Your shit needs I.D.

[Repeat: 2x]
It's time that we let the world know,
Dude, you gotta let your girl go.
D.S. is the best in the business,
P.s. we got dicks like jesus.

My dick need no introduction,
Your dick don't even function.

My dick served a whole lunch-in,
Your dick, it look like a munchkin.

My dick size of a pumpkin,
Your dick look like Mackauley Culkin.
My dick good good lovin',
Your dick good for nothin'.

My dick bench pressed 350,
Your dick couldnt shotlift at thrifty.
My dick pretty damn skimpy,
Your dick hungry as a hippy.

My dick don't fit down the chimney,
Your dick is like a kid from the Philippine.

My dick is like an M16,
Your dick, broken vending machine.

My dick parts the seas,
Your dick

My dick rumble in the jungle,
Your dick got touched by your uncle.

My dick goes to yoga,
Your dick fruit roll up.

My dick grade a beef,
Your dick made a geek.

My dick sick and dangerous,
Your dick quick and painless.

My dick 'nuff said.,
Your dick

[Repeat: 2x]
It's time that we let the world know,
Dude, you gotta let your girl go.
D.S. is the best in the business,
P.s. we got dicks like jesus.

Baraka Ataraxia, My New Kitty

Baraka Ataraxia, my new 6 week old kitten which I got from a lady giving away kittens. The original litter was 9, they went away real quick. Baraka means Blessing in Urdu and in Hebrew, as my kitty is indeed a Blessing. Ataraxia means Silent Volcano in Latin.

Baraka tidbits: She likes roast beef from the sandwhiches at Fresh & Easy, hiding in corners and meowing for no apparant reason, watching scary movies with me, and chasing imaginary birds around my apartment. She seems to sense movement that to anyone else appears non-existent.....who knows perhaps she is my silent angel ghost-catcher.

"Love Does Not Fail For You When You Are Rejected or Betrayed or Apparently Not Loved. Love Fails For You When You Reject, Betray, and Do Not Love". Adi Da

Can We Avoid Death? The Real Final Destination.....

(Brazil Air Force/AP)
The remains of Flight 447 is still being recovered
Philippe Naughton



Woman who missed Flight 447 is killed in car crash


"An Italian woman who arrived late for the Air France plane flight that crashed in the Atlantic last week has been killed in a car accident.

Johanna Ganthaler, a pensioner from Bolzano-Bozen province, had been on holiday in Brazil with her husband Kurt and missed Air France Flight 447 after turning up late at Rio de Janeiro airport on May 31.

All 228 people aboard lost their lives after the plane crashed into the Atlantic four hours into its flight to Paris.

The ANSA news agency reported that the couple had managed to pick up a flight from Rio the following day.

It said that Ms Ganthaler died when their car veered across a road in Kufstein, Austria, and swerved into an oncoming truck. Her husband was seriously injured."

- http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article6479203.ece

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Me and my piano.....

So....Is This It?

There comes a point in life, some still, quiet moment when one sits trapped in the tendrils of memory. On this armchair of previous thought, past and nostalgia, I glimpse the future and it is bleak. I am at the point, perhaps it is too young of me to have formed these conclusions, but the life I have lived at 22 more resembles that of a 50 or 60 year old than one my true age. When you have seen the world, tasted the finest pleasures in every land, played the games of various industries and found both successes and failures, when your very blood has boiled both in love and in loss, when you've received every material gift possible to have and spoken most tongues there are to speak, when truly your life is at a plateau in which everything behind it is a rollercoaster of experience.....there is not much.....else to ponder. The youthful questions of "where will I be when I am older", are far gone, lost around the age of 15, 16 when I started my first company. The innocent naivete of imagining that life is a giant playground endlessly full of Willie Wonka's goodies and Dr. Seuss labyrinths. The few things still left largely for me to discover are massive wealth, power, and fame. And yet out of these 3, I have experienced in some lesser way, all of them. I am.....perhaps a bit dead. Disappointed with the media circus I believed to be a reality. Reading Homer's "The Illiad", Shakespeare sonnets, and countless mythologies from across the globe, even recent folklore such as Harry Potter, I am wasted with my over-saturation of every vessel of life that has been possible to explore. What else? Though it all has been so amazing and wondrous, even the highest parts of enlightenment such as addictive achievement, and magical love, even in those, true MAGIC, has been missing. The touch of a human hand, or the feel of a trophy in my hand....both are still....LACKING. Where is the supernatural element? Where is this radioactive spider that was supposed to bite me around age 14? Where is my fairy godmother who informs me when I am 17 that secretly I am a princess of a faraway country? Where is my wise mentor adorned with long white beard and flowing robes? Sure, I have had the quest and training of discovering my "powers", been thru that boot camp of life in which you are broken and tested to see if you shall swim. I have swam. But still....these trainings were a matter of discipline and free will, and not the workings of a unicorn or a wizard. Where is the REAL magic of life?

When I gain fame, more money, and more power, will the secret of the universe be revealed to me? No. I think not.

For these are external realms of the human sphere. Many of which I have already at the age of 22 tasted, if not entirely conquered.

I pose a question to the universe, where are the leprachauns? Where is the man who pines away for me with carriages of roses and fairy dust? Where is the grand moment when the orchestra rises together and the pivotal finale of my life is emphasized? I want my own theme music dammit. I want my fucking fairy tale. I want all that which I was fed as a child. I want all the tales in every book I have read, every movie I have watched, every older person I have questioned out of curiosity.

Is the final freedom of life only standing before a waterfall? Or coming at home whenever I want, to an apartment arranged however I want it to be, doing whatever work I choose to? Is that IT? Is that the Ultimate freedom?

There must , MUST be something more.

For if not.....

I am already dead.

I have little enthusiasm for the certainties which will follow.

Blessed and grateful all the way......


but numb and jaded nontheless.

Please ,


send me a fucking leprachaun.
Give me lightning bolts I can shoot thru my fingertips.
Show me how to teleport.

Eric Ethan

This man is some magical blessed creation of music.

Kurt Cobain mixed with a younger version of Bob Dylan.

Check out his music....it's hauntingly, eerily, honestly Beautiful.

Amazing.

And he sings that great straight up without any fancy schmancy techno computer bs. Simple honest pure music, it's such a rarity.


My Fav is "When The Bottom Drops Away"

and "Vine Street Melody" is HAUNTING

www.EricEthan.com




Man I loooove living in Hollywood!!!!! Surrounded amongst such brilliant Artists!!! What a blessed day. What a blessed life.

I. DON'T. NEED. TO. SEE. IT. TO. BELIEVE. IT

I am back from Mexico. Amazing time.




The message for today is:




I
DON'T NEED TO
SEE IT
TO
BELIEVE IT.





From a song a friend shared with me.

I don't believe in "god" and "jesus" the way he does....

But I appreciate and understand the beauty of this message and the conviction of his faith.

The song is called "Tear down the walls"

(one of the most beautiful harmonious pieces of music I've heard in a while. Gets me high.)


Tear down the walls.
See the world.
Is there something we have missed?
Turn from ourselves.
Look beyond.
There is so much more than this.

And I don’t need to see it to believe it.
I don’t need to see it to believe.
Cause I can’t shake this fire deep inside my heart.

Look to the skies.
Hope arise.
See His majesty revealed.
More than this life.
There is love.
There is hope and this is real.

And I don’t need to see it to believe it.
I don’t need to see it to believe.
Cause I can’t shake this fire burning deep inside my heart.

This life is Yours.
Hope is rising as Your glory floods our hearts.
Let Love tear down these walls.
That all creation would come back to You.
It’s all for you.

Your Name is glorious, glorious.
Your Love is changing us, calling us.
To worship in spirit and in truth.
As all creation returns to You.

Oh or all Your sons and daughters.
Who are walking in the darkness.
You are calling us to lead them back to You.
We will see Your spirit rising.
As the lost come out of hiding.
Every heart will see this hope we have in You.

For Your Name is glorious, glorious.
Your Love is changing us, calling us.
To worship in spirit and in truth.
As all creation returns to You.

off to Mexico soon.....sharing a beautiful photo with you.....

I will be in Mexico May 18-22

haha don't worry I won't get swine flu.

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Image by Diana Hliva (http://www.cafepress.com/belladonnashop). Concept/idea of Ozzy (Austin Bunton).

Model>yours truly . lol.

See which finalized version will make the final cut in our new mag when we launch our first issue!!!

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what can I say....it's 4 am...and I jiiiizzz...in...my pantzzz

ok I am seriously in love. these chix are soooo hot. they actually have brains. chix with brains-such a rare thing in LA. wit....flavour...comedy....DLFAJDSLKJF!!! i am in looooovee.....they're both amazing....but I love the naughty one-the one in the yellow.....a younger version of Angelina Jolie....oh man....they're both just sooo....I mean the main one is Fiiiierce and just cute and sexy and meooorrwwwl and the other one is makes me want to do evil things with her.....i want em' in my living room now!!!! and then in my bedroom.....at least can we be pals like on sex and the city???!!!! lol

and the weirdest thing is ....however this sounds like i feel.....i just had the most beautiful wonderful day.....you probably won't get it....or me

i feel really used, fucked up, and betrayed

i have so much to give, and nobody brave enough to accept it

everyone is shit scared
everyone is insecure

i am the world

i can give you the world
crazy thing is you don't even want it

every person i give my heart to i am crushed by

everytime i release my soul it is stepped on

i am kind of half asleep half dead

why and how did this world get so fucked up

why does everybody lie

why is daily life so awful

why is it that under every element of raw beauty there is always some hidden agenda of pain

why is it that i feel i'm in love wiht every new person i meet, and how stupid i feel that they don't fall in love with me back right away

why is it that i fuckin love everyone and feel one with them

and most are too terrified to look me in the eye

why do people think i'm beautiful now who used to call me ugly

why and how the fuck did i become a model

why are guys intimidated by my looks

why do they think that because of them i would be a jackass or an alien

why am i such an idiot

why do i love my parents so much

why do they love me

why do i love them so much and yet am met, in the worst type of way, always with their disaproval

why do i constantly feel like a shining light in a world that wants to kill it

why do i have so much fuckin love inside me

and why does the world consider that weak

why is innocence considered stupid

why is my kiss too intense for your taste

why do i see your soul when i fuck you

why do your eyes look quiet but i hear their screams

why can i pierce you apart and know just who you are see right the fuck thru you

and why is the one who i thought would never,

desert and leave me wounded

why do i want you

why do i want to delve into your soul

and bite your skin

why do i want and why do i hunger

when i am fucked over......

again and again

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We launch our 1st Official Issue July 1, 2009.


ARE YE BASTARDS and JACKASSES READY?

Everything Happens For A Reason......

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that
person..

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need
you have expressed.

They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with
guidance and support,

To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.

They may seem like a godsend and they are.

They are there for the reason you need them to be..

Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,

this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an
end.

Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.

Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.

What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire
fulfilled, their work is done.

The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.









Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has
come to share, grow or learn.

They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.

They may teach you something you have never done.

They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.

Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.








LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons,

things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation.

Your job is to accept the lesson,

love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other
relationships and areas of your life.

It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Thank you for being a part of my life,

whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.

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If you've ever wondered if media portrayal of the Military as a huge, big black-ops, intelligent, cunning monster is really true....if you ever ponder whether the Media is controlled by a bunch of rich white guys in suits......if you think America has not turned out the way it was initially envisioned to be......

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MKM LAUNCHES IT'S 1ST OFFICIAL ISSUE JULY 1, 2009.

My new pet mouse Achilles Einstein Socrates (the great)

this is Achilles!!! =0))))))

this is the magical tea box I put him in when we watch movies together. right now we're watching twilight.

he likes it, but I think he liked "much ado about nothing"-shakespeare better. the colors were brighter and seemed to capture his attention for longer periods of time.

lol.

DAAAAMNN FINE

WOW




and again, WOW

the uh....what I posted on plentyoffish.com and other dating sites lololol

NOTE* My boyfriend and I broke up (filmmaker/futboller-that's Soccer) from a very serious, incredibly deep, complicated, intense, obsessive, this-is-everything, crazy love, romeo & juliet meets silence of the lambs...5 year relationship in March. I don't want to get into the details. Anyway due to thus, I'm healing, pretty closed off emotionally and not looking for anything serious.


For some reason...(something of the soul...mind...heart...) this seems necessary to say. This is me. This is what I am. Classify it, hate it, love it, whatever. I am honest, straight-forward and prefer to just show you what I am upfront so you know. I'm insane, I'm fun, I'm deep, I'm a doofus, I'm a whole list of words and stereotypes and generalizations but none of them truly matter because I am just ....ME. I won't change for anyone Directly-though life itself is continual change. Please don't try to impress me because I'm not trying to impress you. I grew up as a child prod/teased nerd/dork, somehow I am now a model. This whole flattery business is always hilarious to me, and every time it happens I kind of-lol-feel a "muwhwhhahahahahhahaaa!!!" feeling at all the mean, ignorant kids who made fun of me. I think men (and women) assume that if you are what they consider externally beautiful...it means that you're somehow immune to all the pain and torture it is just to be alive. I take pride in my appearance, I take pride in my brain, I take pride in my achievements and accomplishments. I take pride in all that, because it is my victory in the "real world", a world which I find RIDICULOUS. The fact that I have gained "Success" in this "real world", is what I am proud of. Not so much the actual achievements, but the mere output of energy I had to put out to acquire it (naturally being an isolated Hermit).....I hope you realize that this all...All of it....your "job" "goals" "reality" "car" "house" "image" "stuff" "achievement" is an external game play. You were born naked, with none of that, save your parent's love. THAT is who you are at base, that is how I see you thru my eyes, and how I see myself. As adulthood happens, people put on their masks and their games and build borders to protect themselves. I'm really looking for people that can put aside the facade and can laugh like they did when they were in 4th grade. Those who are more interested in what kind of unicorns they/I like rather than the numbers and statistics that quantify us in the "real world". Who and what are you when you stand in front of an ocean? What do you feel when you see the hardship of the third world? Who painted the sky blue? Why are you alive? What the heck is this place called a universe and what is the purpose of all of the life forms within it? What IIIS this???? That....is what intrigues me truly...and anything and anyone which comes close to this big deep ultimate interest/question captures my heart. I'm something supernatural...I'm something rare....I'm something not quite-explainable. No that is not being Full of Myself...that is me Knowing myself.....based on both my objective analysis and the quantifiable terms of measurement from other objective observers....this is the scientific truth. I'm a contradiction, I'm a whatever. This is me. Take it or leave it.

I will be in New York (NYC) May 1-3

UPDATE: LOLOLOL.....err....lololol k so actually I won't be goin' to NYC this weekend due to BASTARDS Virgin Airlines!!!! long story...anyway... but um....All is still Groovy because today I am about to head to a promotional shoot...and tomorrow I am buying my new pat rat! High Five!!!! Niiiice!!!!

Malaysia

Some stuff I wrote during my recent trip to Malaysia. (Went for my Father's wedding in Bangladesh. Malaysia>Bangladesh>Malaysia>Taiwan>LAX). Took me almost a month to find the time to type it up! lol, but here it is. Read if you're interested. xoxox =0)

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I am writing from my father's head office in Penang, Malaysia. He is the newly appointed C.E.O of the Research Institute for Chemical Cell Biology at University Sains Malaysia.

Obviously, this position brings an even greater level of responsibility with it than his already multi-layered tenured faculty status commitments with the University of Hawaii, Nankai (Japan), and Geological Nuclear Survey of New Zealand (which he entered into collaboration with a few years after I started university there.)

So, he is finishing up various meetings, his faculty & students are preparing for the "dog and pony" show haha that must be put on tomorrow for the Vice Chancellor of CCB at USM, as well as the Minister (one of the key investors for this center). I have just witnessed their presentation, and I am blown away almost to the point of tears. The science that is being done here, the broad visionary concept my father and his team have, the Humanity, Integrity and Spirited Passion along with Top-Notch Expansive Science, at CCB at USM is just too much for the human heart and mind to fathom. Such pride is within me, such Love, it is overwhelming. Ask me sometime about his research, I would Love to share with you. To pinpoint, Why it is so vital to the human race what his work involves, here are very brief bullet-points of what he does:

1) Anti-aging research > transforming the human conception that "death is the end", into preventative measures Against, yes, Death.
2) Papaya Genome sequencing > using the anti-oxidant properties found in papaya plants as the main ingredient in mass global bio-products (which this center will create as a residual to supply $$ funding) for third world citizens -at a low cost-who are unable to afford health supplements, to increase health. As well as an "immortal-impetus" type of drug for all world citizens.
3) Achondroplasia (dwarf disease) research, one of my dad's grad students will be the First human in the world to volunteer to have her genome sequenced, and cloned, in order to Cure this gene degenerative disease.
4) Hemoglobin (blood) research > my dad discovered a blood substitute a.k.a "fake blood" (which can be manufactured and distributed throughout the world) about 10 years ago. This research has been a bit dead after the hot-press after its discovery due to my dad's uneasiness with the mass consumerism a.k.a "corporate greed" of the biotech industry. He stopped all research on the project due to it. But now, with this new center, may be revisiting it. Can you Imagine, the possibilities, of having fake blood, for all people who Need it on this planet???!
5) Extremophile research >using extremophiles (bacteria who are able to survive in the most extreme conditions on this planet, from those living in say glaciers in Antarctica to acidic hot pools in Malaysia) in use of medical treatments. In laymen's terms, imagine, we due to global warming have a massive blow-out of all heat. My dad's research could save humanity with creating special treatments a human could take to Survive under such type of conditions.
6) Dengue fever> my dad and his collaborative team in Bangladesh have managed to isolate the key factor in the human genome which is susceptible to dengue fever (currently the largest killer of third world countries), and using bio-markers (genome, psychological, and pathological detectors within the human body), will be able to Cure it. They will be providing Free vaccines after FDA testing (thru various VC -venture capitalist funding) to first Bangladeshi population, then, continuing to other third-world countries.


Then Monday evening we are on the plane to Bangladesh to get Wedding boy married, at long last!!!

Well here I am, Le Grand Lilidork, performing my daughterly duties (as have been done since age 8), smiling like a puppet, and talking science, meeting with the top scientists and engineers of Malaysia, as well as my dad's good students.

Both the scientists and students are doing their best to convince me to abandon my Hollywood fantasies and continue my research here. My dad has adamantly made clear, "this" is mine (of course only if I work my ass off) whenever I decide to take up a position he has been offering me since last year.

I must confess, it feels wonderful to be surrounded in bio-tech mode, makes me miss my university days in the labs-only slightly though. Hollywood life still remains my Prozac. Science must wait until I am 40 or so, when my dad retires and no-one else could possibly be trusted to carry on his legacy, a noble one of both Science And Humanity.

So as we walk these beautiful halls together, I feel such happiness, joy and immense pride for and of my father. What a man. Wow.

The hallways of this institute have been specially designed by their graphics team (the main designer I am meeting this afternoon-looking forward to it), it is all Themed. From the entrance, the blue lighting underneath the white Aeon-Flux/J. Paul Getty Museum type architecture. Illuminating the science hub of Malaysia, you are greeted with a streaming genetic code, the building blocks of our life: ACGT (At-amine, Cyanine, Guanine, Thy-amine), surrounded by of course, a Scientist's Britney Spears: a double helix.

The continuing hallways which wrap around the building have walls which outline the human biological story. We begin with basic Biology; digitized snapshots of forests, termite samples ( we are using to create bio-fuel) , mud pools (soon to be used in face mask samples, products to finance the center and make it self-sufficient of investors and grants), microscopic shots of leaves, beautiful Malaysian flora & fauna.

We continue onwards to Proteomics & Genomics (my cup of tea), the labs which are pristine, equipped with the best instrumentation on the bio-market, perfect, in short, any molecular geneticist's wet dream.

And on the outside, again, code and intricate helium structures. Leading to the Organic Chemistry & Conference rooms. The wall swerves to the left and the 3D bio-visualization wing begins. Here we have your x-rays, super computers and coding rooms. There is a face of a man, cut into squares, with a prism of light shining forward in front of his eyes. This symbolizes Malaysia's "Vision of Science for the Future".

The caption under the counter , "Turning Inspiration into Reality."

We reach the women's bathrooms, my dad tells me they have been designed to Hilton 5 Star standard. After merrily prancing in, I can confirm this is correct. I suppose it's good to know that in case a young scientist here messes up with a chemical synthesis they can come in here and take a long shower, and a bath with sweet-smelling fragrances (complimentary of course lol).

Interesting tidbit about the bathrooms: In Malaysia, and in other Islamic countries, toilet paper is not used (unless you are in a place known to be frequented by white tourists,-due to many international scientists visiting the institute, yes, there is toilet paper supplied here). Normally though instead of toilet paper, In it's place you will find a shower hose. Yes, you clean yourself via shower stream. This is a much more hygienic, and tree-friendly way to live. If only America could wise up to this. Japan has a similar system with a bidet that is placed directly inside the toilet. Though I prefer the Islamic system a bit better because it allows you better control of where you, aim. Lol.

Past the bathrooms are further conference rooms, the pantry/food room, library..

.....oh, lol, Willa, the lead secretary just brought me some mineral water, such a sweetheart. She has 4 children, and yet somehow manages to rule this center with an iron fist, keeping all these crazy scientists in line with organized structure. For a woman to be educated, smart, employed in such a high-level institute, happily married, And a mother, is a real rarity in Malaysia (and any Islamic country for that matter). You go girl!......

After the library, there is the main audio-visual conference room, a breakthrough in video-conferencing technology for the world, and a room which will put Malaysia on the map for the revolution of new video-e/education wave which is taking over the world. From here, you can broadcast with perfect clarity, to any center in the world, and hold "star wars" like holographic conferences (like the Jedi Council) and conference sessions. This is where the "dog and pony show" will take place tomorrow and what these poor students scurrying hurriedly around like ants are practicing for. What makes this room so incredible is it's visual simulation power. You can perform experiments in-vitro. Meaning, instead of wasting millions of dollars performing an experiment in the wet lab, you can program the exact sequence and data into the massive super computer, which will re-configure everything into real-life simulation. You put on special 3-D vis goggles, and perform the entire thing (complete with simulated noises and simulated effects of what might Actually happen) in the comfort of an air-conditioned visual room. It's like doing science as a video game. And once you've perfected the experiment several times, you can then do the actual thing in the real wet lab. It's like what the FBI makes their recruits practice in diffusing bombs. This way, it saves a lot of money in mess-ups, and is a great safety precaution for students.

I feel a bit like Charlie in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Minus the chocolate, this center holds an equal amount of "surprising surprises".

Which now leads me to my overall impression of Malaysia. To surmise, I am in love. The nature, the culture, the people, the food (fresh Malaysian roti chennai is the best thing this country has invented in my opinion), the overall rawness and openness I feel in many other Asian countries is exemplified here. Malaysian life is both excitingly vibrant and yet family-oriented, a rare mix.

With this new center, the American business module and Humanitarian values my dad's team will bring, combined with the soul of Malaysian people and hardworking scientists aiming for a brighter future, will make quite the lovely cocktail.

I do understand why my dad wants to permanently base himself here. It fits him to a tee. I am here only 3 days and don't want to leave! Perhaps I can convince Stephen Spielberg to shoot a movie here.... that I will be starring in....lol. Hey! Stranger things Have happened.....

Man, I don't want to go back to Cali.........

Another thing that is lacking in American culture, especially in the communication scene, is the way American males act and behave towards women. It's disrespectful, rude, and so...upfront. Whatever happened to Shakespearian times....and women as Muses....vs. Fuck objects. Grr. Malaysia is nice in that regard, women are still respected as Divine Goddesses. Bangladesh also..actually pretty much Every country except the US has men that treat women with more class. Yes we may all think the same dirty thoughts. But the ART of Living, is the mastery of disguising them. That's not falsitude, not a fake way of life. That is the beauty of elegance, grace, and most importantly, "artists tell the truth thru lies". -V For Vendetta. Advice to men everywhere: no self-respecting woman likes to be whistled at on the street like she's a dog. If your dick is all that interested, stop being a lazy ass and make some Effort.

Well, I will have to wrap up this mini-novella here.

Wedding preparations are being ticked off on a long sheet as planned. Family politics in Bangladesh (my humongous family in Dhaka likes to cruelly gossip -think E! + tabloids to the nth power) are a drama and stressing my dad out. But it will all be taken care of, I keep reassuring him. My position as his daughter has its perks. Besides being me, not to sound like an ass, I am the child of the front-runner scientist in Malaysia. I have political and personal "spin" power. It feels good to be able to use the respect people have for my father to his advantage in de-tangling the web of lies being spread about him, his fiancee, my new sister, and even myself in both Malaysia and Bangladesh.

Malaysian gossips are funny. They remind me of transvestites you see walking along Hollywood Blvd. , or around West Hollywood, at 3 am. Do you think we all can't see your shave burns underneath those 8 layers of makeup you have on? C'mon.

I hope Hollywood sunshine is lovely. It is boiling in Malaysia. And I am happy beyond all measure.

I am left at the airport, after a tearful and touching goodbye from my dad's crew, following impromptu lunch at McDonald's lol. Practically falling over by the weight of my father's new wife, and dream team's generosity (via Malaysian presents & Bangladeshi saris), I am now about to begin my 22 hour (Penang>Kuala Lumpur>Taipei>LAX) journey back to the United States of America, a name which only recently with Obama's victory I could really define as United. Am I looking forward to it? Somehow yes, somehow no. Duality is a basic element of nature. A giant in an Asian country...., I walk around the shops, exploring all the lovely Malaysian charms found in the Duty Free shops. Walking fast to avoid the stares of white businessmen hoping to buy me a coffee or other such nonsense. No. I am not impressed nor inclined to be witness to your bling, your business deals or your first class seats. I'm all that on my own. I decide to purchase some obscure Martini base alcohol from a liqueur & cigarettes shop. They ask me, as most all do in Malaysia who I come across, "wow,....where are you from, what are you doing in Malaysia?" Well, what should I tell them? I'm a vessel...I'm a being.....I live and breathe and think....somehow my life has taken me to strange places....somehow at only 22 I've seen more than most do in a lifetime.....I've traveled the world 3 times over.....I've made love to thousands....I've soaked in the mysteries of life and the grandiose nature of the universe....I've loved...I've lost....I've bled.....I've died.....I've been reborn.....professionally I've worked in many countries....made business deals with men that most fear....modeled for intriguing photographers and designers...studied in the most unique places.....But no. I keep my answer simple.

,"I live in Hollywood. My father is the CEO of a research institute here, I'm visiting him."
"Oh, wow!
So you come here every few months?"

Sure. Why Not.

"Yup."
"How wonderful! Well we hope to see you beautiful lady in our shop again. "

Sure. gotta cream the rich tourists with flattery.

"You bet! Thanks."

Pay.
Sign Receipt.
Smile.
Leave.


That's life , aint it?



If you're interested in further information about USM/CCB or my Father, here are a few links:

http://www.hawaii.edu/microbiology/Alam/index.html< My dad's lab
http://www.hawaii.edu/microbiology/Alam/people/alam.html< My dad =0)
http://www.usm.my/ver4en/ < University of Sains Malaysia
http://www.usm.my/ver4en/apex/get_doc/USM@APEX%20University(intro).pdf < USM mission statement/vision for the future



Useful Malay phrases:

aku chinta kabu-I Love You

tare me ka-se - Thank You

tatare - yummy tea/milk/chai type drink

aku rindu kamu - I Miss You

aku ben chi kamu- I Hate

saiiya aku (softer tense)

awa- You

saiiya ma-af - I'm Sorry

aya/ bapa - Father

Stuff like this is how I fall off my chair LAUGHING

I am a Black Panther

You Are a Black Panther

You see through people. You understand others' motives and plans. You have a knack for predicting the future. You just know what people are going to do. People are attracted to you. You are naturally able to influence other people's thoughts. You have the charisma to be a beloved guru or dictator. It's all about how you handle it.

What Big Cat Are You?

My Shoot Today in Westwood-Photographer: Ron (You Da Bomb =0)

My TWO FAVOURITE Shirts (both from www.tshirthell.com > who have unfortunately closed their doors =0( )

"I DIDN'T COME HERE TO IMPRESS NONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS"

I am who and what I am. Love it? Hate it? I don't care. I aint changin' or being something I am not for ANYONE.

and

"I TAUGHT YOUR BOYFRIEND THAT THING YOU LIKE".

MUWWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH . You know it's true. Wink. ;0)))

















View the rest of my pix from my shoot today here =0)

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=117937&id=740270411&l=3bd2066cfc

Or just click the Title Link above and you'll be magically transported thru....thru the wonder that is....The Internet....



xoxxoxo

Runaway Train

From One Tree Hill:

Debra: You know, the first time I left Dan, I still believed that I could get out.
You know, just pack my things
and escape to a new life.
But, you can't.
You just put a new face on the same loneliness

What happened to us Keith? How did we get so,

broken?



Keith: We fell in love.

And at some point, the people that we love forgot to love us back.

watch me dance =0)

Hi guys, so , this is Slightly better. Please note the "Slightly".

More vids coming soon. Stay tuned and thanks for your support!!!!

Muaaaahhhh xoxooxo

Remember The Name

"It takes......10% Luck, 20% Skill, 15% Concentrated Power of Will, 5% Pleasure, 50% Pain, and 100% Reason to Remember The Name".-Fort Minor . Disclaimer: This is FORT MINOR'S SONG AND THEY OWN ALL THE COPYRIGHTS. Remember: LILIANA ALAM. Hollywood Model. Actress. Published Author. Musician. Artist. Entrepreneur (CEO, Empire Enterprises). Dancer. Inventor. Masseuse. SUPERHERO. Visit Liliana's Official Website: http://www.LilianaAlam.com


Hey everyone. So within this video are a few random clips of my dancing. Well, not exactly dancing, more like just jammin'. Better quality vid/reel of my REAL dancing will be up soon. I told y'all this would come out-the clips thing, so here it is. Enjoy lol. =0p



This is the YouTube version> had to audio swap the song cuz YouTube has a stupid copyright ban on "Remember The Name".

The song used in this video I switched to, "Build It Up"-feat. Max One.

So....the photos, dancing, looks a bit off in this vid, but it still works (overall theme.....yea the lyrics to this song are dope just listen).

The Pirate on Hollywood Boulevard (sorry, I won't tell you his name)

There is a man.....

on the boardwalk....

He's got long black hair and these intense, piercing eyes

seducing you as you just try, just you Try and walk past him

at least that's the version of himself that he'll invent.....

behind those black locks is a baby blue blonde

a child reachin' for his soul in the stars

I kinda know him, kinda buddy-buddy, kinda we made talk.....and...Dot....Dot...Dot....

ha-ha, you know I can't reveal him to you.

I spy on him sometimes as I wander thru


the maze of Hollywood and all its sparkling lights.

I watch him seduce the millions with his smiles.

A sense of pride, a sense of joy, I levitate as I watch him soar.

It takes a fistful of ambition

A firecracker of dreams

A solid determination

And a hustlin' swagger from the street

To make it here..in Hollywood.

To live the life, that you've seen in the movies.

To be in the tabloids, to be hounded by the paparazzi,

to get all the dinero, to be the one who millions envy.


I see the man.

he don't see me.

He don't know that I silently pray for him.


I wish him well, I wish him hope.

As he parades on the boulevard.


A stolen pirate costume.


A charm with the tourists.

They slip him a $20, he hands them his soul.



See they don't know, how deep he feels

They don't know about the screenplay on notepaper he keeps inside his leather peals

They don't know he's sacrificed it all,

just for a spot,

to be noticed,

on this here Boulevard.



they haven't seen him rise up in the early dawn.
let go of the comforts of sleep,

just to make sure he doesn't waste a single day here.

They don't know that he has no home
he wanders the streets at night

to save every penny for a film studio someday of his own


he may make love to many
i only wish some of them make love back

this pirate of mine, he's got a lot more within him than can ever be measured in hags


yea.

they don't see his depth.
they don't see his soul.
they just see a pirate with a sword for a picture
that they can keep as a memory when they go back home.

those people you see, those nomads on the street,

the Spiderman, Pirate, Catwoman, Marilyn

The Elvis, the Scissorhands, the Saw, the China man

they're all here in Hollywood........entertaining you cuz they Do give a damn.

so don't be a snitch.

don't tell the world that you know.
just tip them in silence
and let their sad little smile raise a moment of peace in you.

oh you, oh you, oh you. I laugh in amusement, my brother, my compadre in this race.

You go get that dolla.

You go win today's battle.

Dressed in rags with your dreads, I know you'll one day make millions.

I'll keep watchin;, sometimes , lookin out for you

up on top of the galleria.

Every day you're out there. Every day you show up on time.


You make all the girls blush.

And you make me shine with pride.

lololololol!!!!

Love Story-Taylor Swift

We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns.
See you make your way through the crowd
and say hello;

Little did I know
That you were Romeo; you were throwing pebbles,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
And I was crying on the staircase,
begging you, 'Please, don't go.'"

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew.
So close your eyes; escape this town for a little while.
'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet,"
But you were everything to me; I was begging you, 'Please, don't go,'"

And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'

Romeo save me - they're tryin' to tell me how to feel;
This love is difficult, but it's real.
Don't be afraid; we'll make it out of this mess.
It's a love story - baby just say "Yes.'"

Oh, oh.

I got tired of waiting,
Wondering if you were ever comin' around.
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town,

And I said,
"Romeo save me - I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you but you never come.
Is this in thy head? I don't know what to think-"

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said,
"Marry me, Juliet - you'll never have to be alone.
I love you and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad - go pick out a white dress;
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'"

Oh, oh. Oh, oh.

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you...

The Curse of Infatuation

"To him she seemed so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell". Gabriel Garcia Marquez