Monday, July 30, 2012

Bailing Out! (this time out of an airplane)


I’m the kind of person who lives for the thrill of being “on the edge” So, this past May 16th, I woke up and said, “I feel like skydiving today!”  I then sent a text to my friend Wendy and asked her if she would come with me and she said, “I’ll go watch you…that’s it!” LOL!!

The very last time I tandem skydived was in 1997. At the time I was four months pregnant with my second child. My stomach wasn’t showing yet, so it was really easy to conceal my pregnancy. Lol! (Note: Don’t worry! My daughter Rio is now 14 years old and she is just fine!). Besides, I didn’t want to miss out in the opportunity to jump out of a perfectly good airplane and free fall at 120 miles per hour just because I was pregnant! Come on, you should already know that I’m a dare-devil!




I remember that I had the most amazing feeling once I jumped out of the airplane. I can always pretend I'm Neo from the Matrix as I’m flying through the air...or falling in my case. LOL!!! Skydiving it's the ultimate rush!  Freedom, combine with adrenaline, excitement and speed! Boy! This is definitely something that I can get addicted to!  In all, I’ve skydived 7 times, 6 tandem jumps and one accelerated free fall (jumping by myself without an instructor).  


It’s really hard to describe in words all the emotions and feelings that go through your mind in body when you skydive! That’s why I decided to share with you my skydiving experience and show you my video. Rest assured, this time I was not pregnant! ;-)




 Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl
 www.SuperBondGirl.com


Monday, July 9, 2012

From The Window of My Room...



Now lately I've been findin myself, pourin my guts out
Expressin my thoughts, lettin my nuts out in the walls
of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of hip-hop
Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
See it all, be it all, you need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn fuckin with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
of living it's all given to you, don't lose it
Every man's given a tool, but don't use it

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see
the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin up see

From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin across
the land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
out the body, nobody wants you dreamin about shorty
No longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain
So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change
or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever I roam is home to me
You Shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
The influential status, you know the baddest
Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin the madness
Sadness to those appealin to any conflict
Lookin out my window pane, I see you fallin
What are you a man or a mouse, the house light
shinin within, that's when you begin to live again

From my window I can see
Humanity, goin insane G
Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goes, the pride, you missed it
I ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin
Find me in Watts when you wanna come hit me
Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack
I'm known for bringin in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and I'm a goner
Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the fuck out, before you get caught up…   “Cypress Hill”







Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl