Thinking about Romi -and a few friends who are on the process of moving out of their parents'- made me remember a very funny introduction: the first time I met the super of my former apt.
"Hi, my name is Pequeña Orquídea, I'm the owner of the apt xx. How do you do."
He answered to me: "Hi, Demetrio."
Of course I knew that was a first name. However, I was nervous and told him: "That's your surname. And your first name?"
Not exactly the best way to say hi for the very first time...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
playing games
Baby...Ooh...
Even in my heart, I see
You're not being true to me
Deep within my soul, I feel
Nothing's like it used to be
Sometimes I wish I could
Turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could
So bad, baby
Quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games with my heart
Before you tear us apart (with my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
I should've known from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearing us apart (my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
I live my life the way
To keep you coming back to me
Everything I do is for you
So what is it that you can't see
Sometimes I wish I could
Turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could
So bad, baby you'd better quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games with my heart
Before you tear us apart (with my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
I should've known from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearing us apart (my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games
Baby, baby
The love that we had was so strong
Don't leave hangin' here forever
Oh baby, baby this is not a lie
Let's stop this tonight
Baby, ohh, quit playing games
Sometimes I wish I could
Turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could
So bad baby
Quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games with my heart
Before you tear us apart (with my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
I should've know from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearing us apart (my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games
Don't you miss those old times?
Saturday, July 18, 2009
kiss
Abby's great post:
The first time I met him face-to-face I wanted to kiss him.
Actually, I had wanted to kiss him for some weeks; each conversation we had over email, IM, or Skype increased my desire, so that by the time I finally saw him in the flesh I was almost craven with my need to feel his lips against mine.
Ever present in my mind, though, was that the feeling might not be mutual: how can you know if there’s real chemistry until you meet offline? Not to mention, of course, the fact that he’d recently learned of my Girl with a One Track Mind infamy, and I was anxious to show him another side of me, so that he would be getting to know me, Zoe, not the obsessed-with-shagging ‘notorious’ sex diarist.
But I still wanted to kiss him, god how I wanted that.
I had a meeting in town and we agreed to meet up after that for coffee. My meeting finished early and I sat, nervously adjusting my skirt, in a coffee shop. I had partly dressed for my meeting and partly dressed for our date and struggled to find clothing that was appropriate for both. How to appear professional at a business meeting and sexy – but not too sexy – at a daytime date? I mentioned this to him over IM and he seemed shocked: had I not heard of the film Secretary? he asked. When he said that, I smiled inwardly and was reminded of a long-ago conversation I’d had with my friend Badman, about how one should test out people’s openness about sex and kink, by asking them if they’d seen Secretary. So I opted for the Maggie Gyllenhaal look of a fitted white shirt, black pencil skirt, and black peep-toe heels, and hoped that he’d like what he saw.
I waited for him to arrive and tried to catch up with work on my laptop, becoming so immersed in what I was doing that I didn’t see him until he was standing right in front of me. He was dressed – as he always is – sharply, a smart pressed grey jacket just covering a black shirt, and his Vans sneakers matching both the colour of his jacket and the salt and pepper of his hair. On his face was a huge grin, and instantly all my anxiety and worry disappeared into the air.
I jumped to my feet and our smiles matched as we each mouthed a quiet ‘hi’ amongst the hubbub of the coffee shop. We both simultaneously reached out into an embrace and we stood there a moment, our arms wrapped around each other, my face buried into his neck. I was faintly aware of the length of time we were intertwined, and how closely our bodies were pressed against the other – it was very intimate for such a public place – but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was breathe in the delicious aroma of his skin and feel the curves of his body against mine.
At some point, we both pulled back, slightly, and then before there was time for me to question it, or become anxious or succumb to nerves, he leaned in towards me and pressed his lips against mine and the kiss I had been waiting for, been wanting so badly, was happening. The anticipation had been building for some weeks and now finally, in one swift moment, it was here.
His kiss made me tremble, as I thought it might. With the gentle but firm pressure of his lips on my mouth, I felt electricity run through me: my whole body felt like it was tingling. More specifically, though, was the throb between my legs that his kiss had elicited: it was as if my pussy had a pulse of its own; a surging blood supply; a separate beating heart. Kissing him made my entire body feel alive and I wanted to greedily devour his lips, his tongue, and his breath like each was oxygen energising me.
We spent much of the date continuing to kiss, stopping only briefly for coffee, cake and of course conversation. Our “quick coffee” turned into a ten-hour date, and neither of us wished for it to end. It was so natural, so easy and relaxed, and with him, the hours went by like minutes.
I confessed to him, a few weeks later, just how turned on I had become, through those kisses. That sitting there, in that café, with his lips against mine, had left me so horny that I wanted to fuck him then and there. I described to him how, after some hours had passed, I had gone to the toilet and my knickers were so wet from my desire for him that I had to peel them off me before I could remove them.
His kisses still do that: whenever he places his mouth on mine, my pussy almost has a Pavlovian response, and I instantly get wet. “Your lips make my lips throb”, I informed him recently, to which he grinned, mischievously, and kissed me some more.
But besides the horniness that his kisses inspire, they now affect something else much deeper, and more pronounced, in me: they make me feel like I am me; they make me feel like I am home.
taken from here.
The first time I met him face-to-face I wanted to kiss him.
Actually, I had wanted to kiss him for some weeks; each conversation we had over email, IM, or Skype increased my desire, so that by the time I finally saw him in the flesh I was almost craven with my need to feel his lips against mine.
Ever present in my mind, though, was that the feeling might not be mutual: how can you know if there’s real chemistry until you meet offline? Not to mention, of course, the fact that he’d recently learned of my Girl with a One Track Mind infamy, and I was anxious to show him another side of me, so that he would be getting to know me, Zoe, not the obsessed-with-shagging ‘notorious’ sex diarist.
But I still wanted to kiss him, god how I wanted that.
I had a meeting in town and we agreed to meet up after that for coffee. My meeting finished early and I sat, nervously adjusting my skirt, in a coffee shop. I had partly dressed for my meeting and partly dressed for our date and struggled to find clothing that was appropriate for both. How to appear professional at a business meeting and sexy – but not too sexy – at a daytime date? I mentioned this to him over IM and he seemed shocked: had I not heard of the film Secretary? he asked. When he said that, I smiled inwardly and was reminded of a long-ago conversation I’d had with my friend Badman, about how one should test out people’s openness about sex and kink, by asking them if they’d seen Secretary. So I opted for the Maggie Gyllenhaal look of a fitted white shirt, black pencil skirt, and black peep-toe heels, and hoped that he’d like what he saw.
I waited for him to arrive and tried to catch up with work on my laptop, becoming so immersed in what I was doing that I didn’t see him until he was standing right in front of me. He was dressed – as he always is – sharply, a smart pressed grey jacket just covering a black shirt, and his Vans sneakers matching both the colour of his jacket and the salt and pepper of his hair. On his face was a huge grin, and instantly all my anxiety and worry disappeared into the air.
I jumped to my feet and our smiles matched as we each mouthed a quiet ‘hi’ amongst the hubbub of the coffee shop. We both simultaneously reached out into an embrace and we stood there a moment, our arms wrapped around each other, my face buried into his neck. I was faintly aware of the length of time we were intertwined, and how closely our bodies were pressed against the other – it was very intimate for such a public place – but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was breathe in the delicious aroma of his skin and feel the curves of his body against mine.
At some point, we both pulled back, slightly, and then before there was time for me to question it, or become anxious or succumb to nerves, he leaned in towards me and pressed his lips against mine and the kiss I had been waiting for, been wanting so badly, was happening. The anticipation had been building for some weeks and now finally, in one swift moment, it was here.
His kiss made me tremble, as I thought it might. With the gentle but firm pressure of his lips on my mouth, I felt electricity run through me: my whole body felt like it was tingling. More specifically, though, was the throb between my legs that his kiss had elicited: it was as if my pussy had a pulse of its own; a surging blood supply; a separate beating heart. Kissing him made my entire body feel alive and I wanted to greedily devour his lips, his tongue, and his breath like each was oxygen energising me.
We spent much of the date continuing to kiss, stopping only briefly for coffee, cake and of course conversation. Our “quick coffee” turned into a ten-hour date, and neither of us wished for it to end. It was so natural, so easy and relaxed, and with him, the hours went by like minutes.
I confessed to him, a few weeks later, just how turned on I had become, through those kisses. That sitting there, in that café, with his lips against mine, had left me so horny that I wanted to fuck him then and there. I described to him how, after some hours had passed, I had gone to the toilet and my knickers were so wet from my desire for him that I had to peel them off me before I could remove them.
His kisses still do that: whenever he places his mouth on mine, my pussy almost has a Pavlovian response, and I instantly get wet. “Your lips make my lips throb”, I informed him recently, to which he grinned, mischievously, and kissed me some more.
But besides the horniness that his kisses inspire, they now affect something else much deeper, and more pronounced, in me: they make me feel like I am me; they make me feel like I am home.
taken from here.
Friday, July 17, 2009
oh my little girl
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Cant you understand
Oh my little girl
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Enjoy the silence
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
domestícame
it's funny: I belong to a group that collects The Little Prince in different languages and that's Spanish in the title of this entry.
I don't know if I could take such a hobby. Anyway, my favourite phrase is in many languages: on ne voit bien qu' avec le coeur.L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux...
plus:
Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé...
oh, no, it wasn't a title that suggested something else... sorry if you got to this blog with a different idea in mind.
I don't know if I could take such a hobby. Anyway, my favourite phrase is in many languages: on ne voit bien qu' avec le coeur.L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux...
plus:
Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé...
oh, no, it wasn't a title that suggested something else... sorry if you got to this blog with a different idea in mind.
both sides
Her house was facing the river and also the city she loved.
Take your time to go there. It's amazing.
extreme measures
Not financial measures, not economic policies...
What I'm trying to tell you is that my surgeon measured my breasts (how bizarre though necessary job).
He said sorry and excuse me so many times that I felt completely overwhelmed... oh, well, he's a surgeon but also a young man.
and I won't tell you my measures, hehe. Not until I get my reduction.
What I'm trying to tell you is that my surgeon measured my breasts (how bizarre though necessary job).
He said sorry and excuse me so many times that I felt completely overwhelmed... oh, well, he's a surgeon but also a young man.
and I won't tell you my measures, hehe. Not until I get my reduction.
caught you!
that's a game a friend of mine played with her pet.
In fact, it was sth like: caught your nose!
Can I play the same game with people? Oh, it'd be so much fun!!!
In fact, it was sth like: caught your nose!
Can I play the same game with people? Oh, it'd be so much fun!!!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
précis
Dustland fairytale beginin
Just another white trash
County kiss
Sixty one
Long brown hair and foolish eyes
Look just like you gone into some
Kind of slick chrome american prince
A blue jean serenade
Moon river what'd you do to be
But i don't believe you
Some cinderella in a party dress but
She was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil warping up his hands
Hes getting ready for the show down
I saw the minute that i turn away
I got my money on a pond tonight
Change came in disguised of revelation
Set his soul on fire
She said she'd always knew he'd come around
And the decades disappear like sinking
Ships we persevere god gives us hope
But we still fear
We don't know
The mind is poison castle in the sky
Sit stranded vandalized
The draw bridge is closing
Some cinderella in a party dress but
She was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil warping up his hands
Hes getting ready for the show down
I saw the ending were they turned the page
I threw my money and i ran away
Strait to the vally of the great divide
And were the dreams roll high
And were the wind dont blow
Out here the good girls die
And the sky wont snow
Out here the bird don't sing
Out here the field don't grow
Out here the bell don't ring
Out here the bell don't ring
Out here the good girls die
Now cinderella don't you go to sleep
Its such a bitter form of refuge
Ahh don't you know the kingdoms under siege
And everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sun
Or did you leave it back in sixty-one
In the of the cadence in the young mans eyes
And were the dreams roll high
I can't describe it...
rien de rien
This is a song I learnt by heart when I began taking French classes 20 years ago:
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
tout ca m'est bien egal
non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
c'est paye, balaye, oublie, je me fous du passe
Avec mes souvenirs j'ai allume le feu
mes shagrins, mes plaisirs,
je n'ai plus besoin d'eux
balaye les amours avec leurs tremolos
balaye pour toujours
je reparas a zero
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
ni le bien qu'on ma fait, ni le mal
tout ca m'est bien egal
non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
car ma vie, car me joies
aujourd'hui ca commence avec toi
Well, I never acquired that "r" sound that she spelled in her language.
Have you watched the movie about her life?
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
tout ca m'est bien egal
non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
c'est paye, balaye, oublie, je me fous du passe
Avec mes souvenirs j'ai allume le feu
mes shagrins, mes plaisirs,
je n'ai plus besoin d'eux
balaye les amours avec leurs tremolos
balaye pour toujours
je reparas a zero
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
ni le bien qu'on ma fait, ni le mal
tout ca m'est bien egal
non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
car ma vie, car me joies
aujourd'hui ca commence avec toi
Well, I never acquired that "r" sound that she spelled in her language.
Have you watched the movie about her life?
coincidence
I see the numbers and I can't explain myself:
2 eights in my phone number
also 2 fours
at least every 5 minutes I need to write my passkey on one of the devices I use: 2 eights are right there on the screen.
I live on the 8th floor.
and I guess I never ever thought of that coincidence -until now-
and four is my lucky number, combined with eight.
ok, forget all about it, it's not a riddle, it's just coincidence! (should I buy a lottery ticket?!) (cliché to be inserted here concerning luck)
2 eights in my phone number
also 2 fours
at least every 5 minutes I need to write my passkey on one of the devices I use: 2 eights are right there on the screen.
I live on the 8th floor.
and I guess I never ever thought of that coincidence -until now-
and four is my lucky number, combined with eight.
ok, forget all about it, it's not a riddle, it's just coincidence! (should I buy a lottery ticket?!) (cliché to be inserted here concerning luck)
don't you
Simple Minds Don't You Forget About Me
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby
Don't You Forget About me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About me
Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down
Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down
Don't you try to pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security
Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby
Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away
Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you call my name?
Do you remember that old movie? Well, I watched it again some time ago and it deeply moved me.
phrase to share
taken from a friend's email: ...mi lugar en el mundo, de alguna forma, y donde soy yo y mis circunstancias como en ningún otro lugar...
crystal clear!
Loved that phrase!
crystal clear!
Loved that phrase!
cliché
tout compte fait, en fin de compte... -sorry, back to English for a while- I cannot say exactly what I think... ("de tanto aparentar bondad, uno acaba por ser bueno", said Mr Dolina in a book). Have you heard of that book?
I can think of -at least- ten clichés in a row... how many can you think of?
I can think of -at least- ten clichés in a row... how many can you think of?
Monday, July 13, 2009
La Rama de Salzburgo
Soon: starting a reading club... -both in English and Spanish- (hi girls, will you join me?).
strange-strange
for what is worth:
Mi dispiace devo andare via
ma sapevo che era una bugia
quanto tempo perso dietro a lui
che promette poi non cambia mai
strani amori mettono nei guai
ma in realtà siamo noi
e lo aspetti ad un telefono
litigando che sia libero
con il cuore nello stomaco
un gomitolo nell'angolo
lì da sola dentro un brivido
ma perché lui non c'è, e sono
strani amori che fanno crescere
e sorridere tra le lacrime
quante pagine, lì da scrivere
sogni e lividi da dividere
sono amori che spesso a quest'età
si confondono dentro a quest'anima
che s'interroga senza decidere
se è un amore che fa per noi
e quante notti perse a piangere
rileggendo quelle lettere
che non riesci più a buttare via
dal labirinto della nostalgia
grandi amori che finiscono
ma perché restano, nel cuore
strani amori che vanno e vengono
nei pensieri che li nascondono
storie vere che ci appartengono
ma si lasciano come noi
strani amori fragili,
prigioneri liberi
strani amori mettono nei guai
ma in realtà siamo noi
(coro)
strani amore che spesso a questa età
si confondono dentro l'anima
strani amori che mettono nei guai
ma si perdono come noi
strani amori che vanno e vengono
storie vere che ci appartengono
strani amori fragili,
prigioneri liberi
strani amori che non sanno vivere
e si perdono dentro noi
mi dispiace devo andare via
questa volta l'ho promesso a me
perché ho voglia di un amore vero
senza te
I'm gonna keep to these songs-mood for a while, the '80s-90's have come back! (stay with me, guys!)
+ I'll be taking Italian classes (hey, right after French, for those who follow the blog and won't be signing as followers).
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Winter
The great thing about winter is that you can stay at home with any excuse:
1) It's cold/windy/rainy/stormy/cloudy...
2) I'm cold/windy/rainy/stormy/cloudy (kidding, sorry)...
3) It's nice to have a cup of tea/coffee/ cocoa/mate/ any sort of warm beverage...
4) You have some spare time to complain about the weather (as usual)...
5) I caught a/n cold/angina/ I'm sneezing all the time/ My allergies won't let me go out...
6) I rented that old movie I wanted to see years ago...
7) My dog caught cold...
8) My cat is sneezing...
9) It's a great day to cook...
10) Oh, I'd like to stay in bed all day long...
1) It's cold/windy/rainy/stormy/cloudy...
2) I'm cold/windy/rainy/stormy/cloudy (kidding, sorry)...
3) It's nice to have a cup of tea/coffee/ cocoa/mate/ any sort of warm beverage...
4) You have some spare time to complain about the weather (as usual)...
5) I caught a/n cold/angina/ I'm sneezing all the time/ My allergies won't let me go out...
6) I rented that old movie I wanted to see years ago...
7) My dog caught cold...
8) My cat is sneezing...
9) It's a great day to cook...
10) Oh, I'd like to stay in bed all day long...
Monday, July 06, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
old song comeback
Listening old songs on radio shows is a blast when you wake up in a sunny day morning and dream of a different life...
ALWAYS (CROSSROAD)
This romeo is bleeding, but you can't see his blood
Its nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up
Its been raining since you left me, now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter, but without you, I give up
Now I can't sing a love song, like the way its meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, thats just me
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I love you - Always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
Touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I wish I was him, that those words were mine
To say to you till the end of time
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face, there's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you
Well, there aint no luck, in this loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines
Yeah and I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I love you - Always
Always ...
Hey, I wouldn't mind somebody like Jon in my life... have you heard his new songs? (oh, so nice when he sings rock & pop while he forgets the roll thing)
ALWAYS (CROSSROAD)
This romeo is bleeding, but you can't see his blood
Its nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up
Its been raining since you left me, now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter, but without you, I give up
Now I can't sing a love song, like the way its meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, thats just me
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I love you - Always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
Touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I wish I was him, that those words were mine
To say to you till the end of time
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face, there's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you
Well, there aint no luck, in this loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines
Yeah and I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I love you - Always
Always ...
Hey, I wouldn't mind somebody like Jon in my life... have you heard his new songs? (oh, so nice when he sings rock & pop while he forgets the roll thing)
Thursday, July 02, 2009
more and more
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
-Steven Wright
-Steven Wright
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
singing old songs
Don't you love singing aloud when you feel like doing so?
lyrics
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now.
Don't be ashamed to cry,
let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side too.
When the night falls on you,
you don't know what to do,
Nothing you confess
could make me love you less
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you,
won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
So, if you're mad get mad,
don't hold it all inside,
Come on and talk to me now.
And hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
But I'm a lot like you.
When you're standing at the crossroads,
don't know which path to choose,
Let me come along,
cause even if your wrong
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you,
won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
Take me into your darkest hour,
and I'll never desert you.
I'll stand by you.
And when, when the night falls on you baby,
you're feeling all alone,
You won't be on your own,
I'll stand by you. I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you.
I'll stand by you
Take me in into your darkest hour
and I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you.
Lyrics
It's amazing
How you can speak
Right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark
Try as I may
I could never explain
What I hear when
You don't say a thing
The smile on your face
Lets me know
That you need me
There's a truth
In your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says
You'll catch me
Whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
All day long
I can hear people
Talking out loud
But when you hold me near
You drown out the crowd
(The crowd)
Try as they may
They can never define
What's been said
Between your
Heart and mine
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
lyrics
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now.
Don't be ashamed to cry,
let me see you through
Cause I've seen the dark side too.
When the night falls on you,
you don't know what to do,
Nothing you confess
could make me love you less
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you,
won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
So, if you're mad get mad,
don't hold it all inside,
Come on and talk to me now.
And hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
But I'm a lot like you.
When you're standing at the crossroads,
don't know which path to choose,
Let me come along,
cause even if your wrong
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you,
won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
Take me into your darkest hour,
and I'll never desert you.
I'll stand by you.
And when, when the night falls on you baby,
you're feeling all alone,
You won't be on your own,
I'll stand by you. I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you.
I'll stand by you
Take me in into your darkest hour
and I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you.
Lyrics
It's amazing
How you can speak
Right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark
Try as I may
I could never explain
What I hear when
You don't say a thing
The smile on your face
Lets me know
That you need me
There's a truth
In your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says
You'll catch me
Whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
All day long
I can hear people
Talking out loud
But when you hold me near
You drown out the crowd
(The crowd)
Try as they may
They can never define
What's been said
Between your
Heart and mine
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
Friday, June 19, 2009
quote
A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts
feel so good. -Steven Wright
have you ever felt that way?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
rush
Existen aquellos que se apuran para no llegar tarde al trabajo, por temor al jefe, a que las reuniones importantes empiecen sin ellos, porque no les gustan las bromas de los compañeros de trabajo. Existen otros que se apuran a llegar a horario a todos sus compromisos.: reuniones con amigos, familiares, fiestas varias. También hay otro grupo que le tiene fobia a los cinco minutos de atraso de sus comensales porque se les pasa lo que sea que estén cocinando.
Y existen otros como yo, que se apuran a prender la televisión para mirar la serie de turno. Eso sí, que no suene el teléfono porque mi interés en la serie es inversamente proporcional a mi interés por los llamados. Podría decirse que si el mundo se cae en esos cuarenta y cinco minutos, no podría importarme menos.
Y existen otros como yo, que se apuran a prender la televisión para mirar la serie de turno. Eso sí, que no suene el teléfono porque mi interés en la serie es inversamente proporcional a mi interés por los llamados. Podría decirse que si el mundo se cae en esos cuarenta y cinco minutos, no podría importarme menos.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Friday, June 05, 2009
relatos extraños
De vez en cuando pero solo muy pero muy muy muy de vez cuando le gano a todos mis conocidos con relatos raros (y creo que los lectores estarán de acuerdo):
Hace un año exactamente se me cayeron las llaves por el hueco del ascensor. Sí, cayeron muchos pisos. Sí, había cerrado con llave. No, no pude entrar rápidamente. Sí, el portero del edificio me hizo chistes sobre el tema varios días seguidos. Sí, tuvo que venir a mi rescate. Sí, estaba con mi perra. No, no estaba distraída. No, no estaba sola en el ascensor cuando me sucedió. Sí, bajaba apurada al paseo. No, yo no iba a pasear.
Lo único memorable de la anécdota es que las llaves aparecieron tan rápido como las había perdido. Una vuelta manzana y quince más tarde (para eso, ya había llamado a todos los integrantes de mi familia, en el caso de que ya no funcionaran las mías, cinco minutos más tarde y varios pisos de golpes graves después).
Y sí, sigo teniendo las mismas. Hasta el mismo llavero.
En mi defensa (solo para ustedes): alguien me empujó y podría decirse que no fue mi vecina que estaba pasando la aspiradora por el piso del ascensor. Y sí, tenía correa. Aún así, todos los días le sonrío. No, no conozco a nadie que le haya pasado algo similar, ¿ustedes sí?
Hace un año exactamente se me cayeron las llaves por el hueco del ascensor. Sí, cayeron muchos pisos. Sí, había cerrado con llave. No, no pude entrar rápidamente. Sí, el portero del edificio me hizo chistes sobre el tema varios días seguidos. Sí, tuvo que venir a mi rescate. Sí, estaba con mi perra. No, no estaba distraída. No, no estaba sola en el ascensor cuando me sucedió. Sí, bajaba apurada al paseo. No, yo no iba a pasear.
Lo único memorable de la anécdota es que las llaves aparecieron tan rápido como las había perdido. Una vuelta manzana y quince más tarde (para eso, ya había llamado a todos los integrantes de mi familia, en el caso de que ya no funcionaran las mías, cinco minutos más tarde y varios pisos de golpes graves después).
Y sí, sigo teniendo las mismas. Hasta el mismo llavero.
En mi defensa (solo para ustedes): alguien me empujó y podría decirse que no fue mi vecina que estaba pasando la aspiradora por el piso del ascensor. Y sí, tenía correa. Aún así, todos los días le sonrío. No, no conozco a nadie que le haya pasado algo similar, ¿ustedes sí?
Monday, June 01, 2009
where?
I cannot find the cord of my cam, my earphones, one of the books I need. Also, one set of papers is deseperately needed.
Good to know that I still have the keys to my apt.
Good to know that I still have the keys to my apt.
Friday, May 08, 2009
strange hotel names
If I read about goblins one more time, I'll go crazy [believe me].
Why is it that hotels in small villages by the sea have names connected to magical elements???
Why is it that hotels in small villages by the sea have names connected to magical elements???
Monday, May 04, 2009
letter
Dear Sir or Madam
I would like to complain about the room rate you have just sent to me. I am shock to see that low season is no longer low as prices have extremely increased.
I will not stay at your hotel and I really hope you survive the financial crisis. If you happen to see a guest at your facilities, let him/her know he/she has completely lost his/her mind.
Yours truly
Pequeña Orquídea
I would like to complain about the room rate you have just sent to me. I am shock to see that low season is no longer low as prices have extremely increased.
I will not stay at your hotel and I really hope you survive the financial crisis. If you happen to see a guest at your facilities, let him/her know he/she has completely lost his/her mind.
Yours truly
Pequeña Orquídea
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
something like that
algunas cosas que me pasan últimamente, pero que traigo de otro blog:
10 cosas que odio de los cumpleaños1. Saludar con un beso a las cincuenta personas que llegaron antes a la fiesta.
10 cosas que odio de los cumpleaños1. Saludar con un beso a las cincuenta personas que llegaron antes a la fiesta.
Si agarro al anormal que extendió a los desconocidos el ritual de saludar con un beso, le parto una columna de hormigón en el lomo. Estoy harta de entrar a una reunión y que cincuenta personas te miren la trompa para darme un beso. Es una locura. Ya la acción de saludar es bastante arcaica, para que encima la practiquemos con gente que jamás vimos en la vida. A nadie le interesa besar a sus compañeros de oficina o la suegra de un amigo. ¿Por qué no buscan novios o amigos por internet y se sacuden la necesidad de afecto de esa manera?
2. Cantar el feliz cumpleaños en bares o restaurantes
¡Levanten la mano el que quiera matar a los estúpidos que cantan el “Feliz cumpleaños” en cualquier lugar! ¡Yooooooooo! Estoy harta de estar tomando un café tranquila en un bar y de repente sentir un estruendo e barrabrava alcoholizado que golpea la mesa y grita incoherencias en la mesa de atrás. Tu amigo no es mi amigo, no tengo por qué padecer su cumpleaños.
3. Comer torta en servilleta
No sé cómo se les ocurre que servir torta encima de un pedazo de papel es un comportamiento aceptable para un ser humano, pero quiero aprovechar este espacio para decir que no. Piénsenlo bien. Ni siquiera se usan cubiertos. Uno agacha la cabeza a la servilleta y come directamente con la boca, como si fuese un perro. ¿Qué va a venir después? ¿Vamos a tomar vino de un abrevadero y a comer morcilla con la mano? ¿Nos van a tirar maíz en el piso para cenar? Festejar es un lujo, no una obligación. Si no querés hacer nada, no invites gente a tu casa. Yo tampoco quería ir a tu cumpleaños y ahí estoy, comiendo con las manos, como un animal de granja para que vos no tengas que lavar los platos.
4. Que cuando me regalen algo, me aclaren que es “una pavadita”.
¡Obvio que es una pavadita! El 90% de los regalos que recibimos son una basura infame que para lo único que sirve es para aburrirse, abollada, en el fondo del placard.
5. Que se crean esa estupidez de que el corazón es grande.
Si no tenés sillas, una cantidad adecuada de vasos, un sillón cómodo, gaseosas light, aspirinas, un baño en condiciones, un departamento en una zona segura y cercana, el número de teléfono de un radiotaxi, suficiente hielo, ventilación adecuada, no molestes a la gente con tu cumpleaños. Somos adultos y no, no nos arreglamos con cualquier cosa ni en cualquier lugarcito. La mayoría de nosotros trabajamos diez horas por día para después salir corriendo a tu fiestita macabra a descomponernos de calor y tomar gaseosa caliente. Metete tu corazón grande en el culo. No queremos volver a oír de vos hasta que no te compres un aire acondicionado.
6. Que siempre haya un imbécil con delirio de DJ
Estoy enferma de que en todas las reuniones haya un infradotado desesperado por armar una pista de baile en el living. Primero, la mayoría de la gente está convencida de que es Fred Astaire pero baila mal. Basta con mirar la pista en las fiestas de casamiento para probar lo que estoy diciendo. El que baila se divierte ¿Pero qué pasa con los que tenemos que mirar ese espectáculo lamentable?
7. Que se juntan varios grupos heterogéneos de gente.
El cumpleañero invita a sus compañeros de oficina, a su familia, a sus colegas de teatro, a los amigos de la primaria y a un taradito que conoce desde chico para festejar. Y para él está bien, porque los conoce a todos. ¿Pero qué tiene que ver su profesor de teatro con la secretaria de sesenta años que trabaja en su oficina? Estoy cansada de que me obliguen a hablar con suegras ajenas, primos pesados y compañeros de trabajo que no conozco ni me interesa conocer.
8. Que toda la gente que dejé de ver a propósito hace tiempo aproveche para emboscarme y proponer reunirse o almorzar.
Vamos a terminar con esta hipocresía hoy, aquí, y de una vez por todas. Si nos dejamos de ver hace cinco años y siempre que nos cruzamos me sugerís que almorcemos juntos pero nunca te llamo, es hora de que entiendas que no me interesa verte. No me interesa juntarme con los chicos del secundario. No me moviliza reunir a la gente de teatro. No quiero volver a jugar a armar el equipo de vóley. Sólo de charlar del viaje de egresados con nostalgia ya me deprimo. La gente que recuerda el secundario como su época de gloria es patética, no trates de contagiarme.
9. Las variaciones interminables de la canción de feliz cumpleaños
¿Es necesario que a esta altura, pleno siglo XXI, habiendo fabricado trenes supersónicos, tecnología bluetooth y bombas nucleares aún sigamos cantando “Amiguito que Dios te bendiga”?
10. Que al irse haya que decir “Gracias por todo”.
Gracias las pelotas. Yo ni siquiera quería venir.
I'm so tired of being politically correct...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
chocolate farm
My family decided for once in years that it was a good idea not to buy Easter eggs.The picture was the result...
Monday, April 13, 2009
signs of [bad] luck
If two big [huge] pigeons believed that you were the chosen one for their p... in two months in a role, well, then the coin was tossed. Who was I to think differently?
All I needed was the sweet chinese dry-cleaner lady...
All I needed was the sweet chinese dry-cleaner lady...
Monday, April 06, 2009
piece of advice on nutrition
A standard day in my life is connected to language. I received the do's and dont's regarding nutrition from my local gym:
In Spanish
Baja el consumo de... (podría ser reduce el consumo de...)
¡Va del vos al tú en dos renglones! ejemplos: elegí... siguiente renglón: reemplaza...
El consejo que más me gustó fue:
Incorpora en tu dieta las especies y lo condimentos para cambiar los sabores...
¿necesitarán una correctora de estilo?
In Spanish
Baja el consumo de... (podría ser reduce el consumo de...)
¡Va del vos al tú en dos renglones! ejemplos: elegí... siguiente renglón: reemplaza...
El consejo que más me gustó fue:
Incorpora en tu dieta las especies y lo condimentos para cambiar los sabores...
¿necesitarán una correctora de estilo?
Monday, March 30, 2009
thoughts about He's just not that into you
Applying linguistics to my life has been a major topic (knowing the reason why somebody says something or why there's a wall of silence) these days, but it also contributed that I watched the film He's just not that into you. Then, I realized: I'm hopeless. There's nothing I can do to right something that went wrong so wrong...
The film makes you think about all the things that could have possibly gone in the wrong direction. And guess what, I have taken all the wrong turns...
Some funny quotes from the film:
Alex: You're my exception.
Gigi: A girl will never forget the first boy she ever likes.
Gigi: We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you.
Beth: I just need you to stop being nice to me unless your gonna marry me.
Beth: Am I... will I be Al Pacino in this scenario?
Gigi: How stupid is it that a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right?
Mary: I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies.
Mary: It's exhausting.
Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.
Gigi: I would rather be like that, then be like you.
Alex: Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?
Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.
Anna: You have an ass that makes me wanna dry hump!
Ben: Did you just say 'Dry hump'?
Anna: Yep.
Ben: I think I just fell in love.
5 yr. old Girl: Why did you do that?
6 yr. old Boy: Because you smell like dog poo.
Ben: You may be the best friend I've ever had.
Alex: He is not interested.
Janine: He's totally gonna call.
Neil: I don't wanna be with anybody else, I just wanna be with Beth.
Mary: What if you meet the love of your life, are you supposed to let them pass you by?
Alex: I really gotta go to bed.
Gigi: Is that an invitation?
Alex: What?
Gigi: Oh god, That was cheesy.
Mother: Connie, do you know why that little boy did those things? Because he likes you.
Mary: He MySpaced me.
Nathan: Ouch!
Mary: Oh.
Joshua: Oh girl I don't know about that... My trampy little sister says MySpace is the new booty call.
Gigi: I think I've figured it out. Remember when I went out with that notary public and he cheated on me and then Anastasia from upstairs told me about how her boyfriend cheated on her in the beginning then he totally changed and now they're married and crazy in love?
Beth: I thought that guy was a process server.
Gigi: No notary. Anyway my point is, Anastasia is the exception, not the rule. We have to stop listening to these stories because they rule is most guys who cheat on you up front don't really care about you very much.
Janine: Ok.
Gigi: Ok, Ok. Exhibit A. Chad the drummer who lived in a storage space. He only used me for rides and yet I continued to stalk him for most of 1998. Then oh, um, there was Don, that broke up with me every Friday so that he could have his weekends free. I was delusional about that relationship. I used to refer to him as my husband to random people, like my dental hygienist. Anyway, all my friends used to tell me about how things might work out with these dipsticks because they knew someone, who knew someone, who dated a dipstick just like mine. That girl ended up getting married and living happily ever after. That the exception and we're not the exception we're the rule.
Alex: If a guy treats you like he doesn't give a sh*t, it's because he doesn't give a shit.
Gigi: Maybe his grandma died or maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab...
Alex: Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again.
Gigi: Hey sorry to bug you again! Uh quick question.
Alex: What's going on?
Gigi: Ok I'm making out with this guy, PG stuff. but he mentions he's going out of town so he's gonna be out of touch.
Alex: Run.
Gigi: But maybe he is going out of town.
Alex: To where? New Guinea? Where's he gonna be that he's gonna be out of touch?
Gigi: Opens bathroom door - Where are you going out of town to again?
Gigi: Pittsburgh
Alex: Run.
Gigi: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me?
Alex: Uh. Yeah!
Gigi: There's not gonna be anybody left.
Alex: If a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you.
Gigi: Hey Conor, It's GiGi, I just thought that I hadn't heard from you, and I mean how stupid is it taht a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right? Cause we're all equal right? more than equal. more women are accepted into law school now then men. Call me, oh this is GiGi, call me.
Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.
Alex: Hey, Kelli Ann. Uh, did I get any calls?
Kelli Ann: Since you asked me 11 mins ago, no, not a lot of phone traffic.
Alex: [obsessively checks phone for signal]
Kelli Ann: Oh, my God.
Alex: What?
Kelli Ann: What's her name?
Alex: Who?
Kelli Ann: The girl... Alex.
Alex: There's no girl.
Kelli Ann: You can't hide it, man. I know strung out, and YOU are strung out.
Alex: Please.
Kelli Ann: This is amazing. You can't focus. Right? Jumping every time your phone rings. Checking your e-mail a hundred times a day. Wishing you could write songs.
Alex: [laughs]
Kelli Ann: No. Feeling the need to bring up her name in random conversations. It's always the same and it has happened to you, my friend.
Alex: Shit.
Kelli Ann: Welcome to my world, asshole. Let me get the door.
African Woman #1: I'm sure he just forgot your hut number!
African Woman #2: Or was eaten by a lion.
African Woman #3: You guys are awesome!
The film makes you think about all the things that could have possibly gone in the wrong direction. And guess what, I have taken all the wrong turns...
Some funny quotes from the film:
Alex: You're my exception.
Gigi: A girl will never forget the first boy she ever likes.
Gigi: We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you.
Beth: I just need you to stop being nice to me unless your gonna marry me.
Beth: Am I... will I be Al Pacino in this scenario?
Gigi: How stupid is it that a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right?
Mary: I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies.
Mary: It's exhausting.
Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.
Gigi: I would rather be like that, then be like you.
Alex: Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?
Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.
Anna: You have an ass that makes me wanna dry hump!
Ben: Did you just say 'Dry hump'?
Anna: Yep.
Ben: I think I just fell in love.
5 yr. old Girl: Why did you do that?
6 yr. old Boy: Because you smell like dog poo.
Ben: You may be the best friend I've ever had.
Alex: He is not interested.
Janine: He's totally gonna call.
Neil: I don't wanna be with anybody else, I just wanna be with Beth.
Mary: What if you meet the love of your life, are you supposed to let them pass you by?
Alex: I really gotta go to bed.
Gigi: Is that an invitation?
Alex: What?
Gigi: Oh god, That was cheesy.
Mother: Connie, do you know why that little boy did those things? Because he likes you.
Mary: He MySpaced me.
Nathan: Ouch!
Mary: Oh.
Joshua: Oh girl I don't know about that... My trampy little sister says MySpace is the new booty call.
Gigi: I think I've figured it out. Remember when I went out with that notary public and he cheated on me and then Anastasia from upstairs told me about how her boyfriend cheated on her in the beginning then he totally changed and now they're married and crazy in love?
Beth: I thought that guy was a process server.
Gigi: No notary. Anyway my point is, Anastasia is the exception, not the rule. We have to stop listening to these stories because they rule is most guys who cheat on you up front don't really care about you very much.
Janine: Ok.
Gigi: Ok, Ok. Exhibit A. Chad the drummer who lived in a storage space. He only used me for rides and yet I continued to stalk him for most of 1998. Then oh, um, there was Don, that broke up with me every Friday so that he could have his weekends free. I was delusional about that relationship. I used to refer to him as my husband to random people, like my dental hygienist. Anyway, all my friends used to tell me about how things might work out with these dipsticks because they knew someone, who knew someone, who dated a dipstick just like mine. That girl ended up getting married and living happily ever after. That the exception and we're not the exception we're the rule.
Alex: If a guy treats you like he doesn't give a sh*t, it's because he doesn't give a shit.
Gigi: Maybe his grandma died or maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab...
Alex: Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again.
Gigi: Hey sorry to bug you again! Uh quick question.
Alex: What's going on?
Gigi: Ok I'm making out with this guy, PG stuff. but he mentions he's going out of town so he's gonna be out of touch.
Alex: Run.
Gigi: But maybe he is going out of town.
Alex: To where? New Guinea? Where's he gonna be that he's gonna be out of touch?
Gigi: Opens bathroom door - Where are you going out of town to again?
Gigi: Pittsburgh
Alex: Run.
Gigi: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me?
Alex: Uh. Yeah!
Gigi: There's not gonna be anybody left.
Alex: If a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you.
Gigi: Hey Conor, It's GiGi, I just thought that I hadn't heard from you, and I mean how stupid is it taht a girl has to wait for a guy's call anyway, right? Cause we're all equal right? more than equal. more women are accepted into law school now then men. Call me, oh this is GiGi, call me.
Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. but sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.
Alex: Hey, Kelli Ann. Uh, did I get any calls?
Kelli Ann: Since you asked me 11 mins ago, no, not a lot of phone traffic.
Alex: [obsessively checks phone for signal]
Kelli Ann: Oh, my God.
Alex: What?
Kelli Ann: What's her name?
Alex: Who?
Kelli Ann: The girl... Alex.
Alex: There's no girl.
Kelli Ann: You can't hide it, man. I know strung out, and YOU are strung out.
Alex: Please.
Kelli Ann: This is amazing. You can't focus. Right? Jumping every time your phone rings. Checking your e-mail a hundred times a day. Wishing you could write songs.
Alex: [laughs]
Kelli Ann: No. Feeling the need to bring up her name in random conversations. It's always the same and it has happened to you, my friend.
Alex: Shit.
Kelli Ann: Welcome to my world, asshole. Let me get the door.
African Woman #1: I'm sure he just forgot your hut number!
African Woman #2: Or was eaten by a lion.
African Woman #3: You guys are awesome!
what big teeth you've got!
I was surprised: Ice Age III in the cinemas in July!!! I know this sort of films are meant for children, but, hey, I don't care...
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
lending material
Si vas a fingir, mentime
http://elerlich.com/momentito/2008/08/si_vas_a_fingir_mentime.php#more
http://elerlich.com/momentito/2008/08/si_vas_a_fingir_mentime.php#more
La gente que finge la risa es peor que la que finge el orgasmo. O mejor: es la misma. Es que no pueden parar. Fingir es más adictivo que el desayuno en la cama, exige menos cuidado y no requiere el coraje que se precisa para mentir.
Mentir es robarse un libro. Fingir es pedirlo prestado cuando sabés que no lo vas a devolver. El que miente le pone huevos a la cosa, igual que el que entra a robar un banco. No se puede compararlo con el que finge que pagó la factura a la hora en que le vienen a cortar la luz.
Se miente en grande y se finge en chiquito, casi bordeando la poquedad. El que finge no quiere mirarse al espejo y verse como un mentiroso. Pero no le molestaría que lo vean como un chorro sentimental. Y nada más lejos que eso. El que finge es un plomero que te mira a la cara para saber “cuánto te puedo cobrar por esta macanita”.
El que finge pretende que no miente; hace como que le da culpa. Pero tampoco. Le faltan pantalones largos pero no le sobra imaginación: el que miente llega al trabajo tarde porque lo agarró un triple choque; al que finge el nene se le enfermó.
¿Por qué alguien prefiere fingir un vuelto de la panadería cuando puede pasar a la historia mintiendo un millón de dólares? No tanto por cobardía como por desinterés.
Es más fácil fingir un pancho que mentir una pavita adobada, se tramita más rápido y se mastica igual. Pero te lima el alma, te la deteriora. Te la deja a medio afeitar.
El mentiroso es un coso que sabe que arriesga, que está viajando con una valija non sancta y que si lo paran en la aduana se va a cansar de perder.
En cambio el que finge es más desapegado que un post-it. No le calienta que te des cuenta porque tampoco se va a tomar el tiempo para corregir. Por eso va a lo mínimo, cosa de errarle por poco. Nada de “estábamos cerrando el balance y nos cayó una inspección de impositiva con canas y todo. Nos quitaron los celulares y por eso no te pude avisar”. No. Un fingidor se conforma con un “qué querés, el jefe me retuvo”.
Y ante una cosa de esas no dan ganas ni de preguntarle ni de mirarlo fijo. Uno sabe que el otro sabe y los dos la dejan pasar: en eso, al fin y al cabo, radica la miseria de fingir.
Nadie quiere que lo encaren con la verdad, eso es sabido por todos. Pero una cosa es decolar desde una mentira como la gente, una historia que valga la pena y nos haga aunque sea soñar con la grandeza, y otra muy otra la conformidad que nos lleva a fingir.
Fingir es decirle a la vida “hasta acá hemos llegado”, “por favor no me pidas más”. Por eso fingir es masivo y lo entendemos rápido. Es como sacar un delantero y poner un marcador.
Una sólida mentira bien puesta se gana su lugar en la mesa. Te toca el culo, te levanta de la silla y en el peor de los casos convoca la furia, nos viste de inmediato con ganas de matar.
En cambio cuando nos fingen en la cara, así cortito y con poco argumento, recuperamos la tranquilidad de lo viejo y conocido: la vida nos reafirma que no merecemos más; ni siquiera que nos mientan con un poco de onda. No lo pedimos a gritos pero lo aceptamos con gracia. Nos fingen lo que sea y nos sentimos acunados por el dulce canto de la resignación.
Es hora de cortarla y decir que no. Si vas fingir, mentime. No me finjas el orgasmo: tené los ovarios de mentirme el amor. Inmolate a lo bonzo en una mentira que valga la pena, ¡corré el riesgo de que te salga mal!
Basta de achicar el mundo, señores, fingiendo cosas que no valen la pena. Los mentirosos con ganas tienen al final del túnel una chance aunque sea por la osadía. A los que fingen, por mediocres, les están cerradas para siempre las puertas de la verdad.
reloaded
March has begun and eventhough I'm busy, I think it's a wonderful month: kids attend school after their summer break, Autumn is around the corner, everybody is back from hollidays (no more excuses to be heard on the matter), I'm planning a getaway...
But, what still surprises me of this month is that I keep a record of some sort of weird comments in the street when I take my dog for a walk: I was congratulated by an old woman on my collecting my dog's number two. Then, a mother told a child that I was doing sth really disgusting (exactly the same action I was congratulated on). Later on, a friend of mine asked me if it was ok for me to do something like that...
It seems March brings some questions or comments... bring them on, I'm prepared...
But, what still surprises me of this month is that I keep a record of some sort of weird comments in the street when I take my dog for a walk: I was congratulated by an old woman on my collecting my dog's number two. Then, a mother told a child that I was doing sth really disgusting (exactly the same action I was congratulated on). Later on, a friend of mine asked me if it was ok for me to do something like that...
It seems March brings some questions or comments... bring them on, I'm prepared...
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
heat
Feel the heat... was that the lyrics of a song or am I crazy?
(all week long in thirty something degrees C)
(all week long in thirty something degrees C)
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Carnival
The great thing about Brazilians is that Carnival is part of their lives.That's why I couldn't understand that their summer break ends before Carnival begins.
Isn't it a bit contradictory?
Isn't it a bit contradictory?
In Argentina, Carnival is also celebrated as well as in some other countries in South America. The most famous one takes place in Entre Rios (State). But, as that is the most important celebration of the year, children go back to school once Carnival season is over.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
tudo beim
My Portuguese was much better than I thought, I even made good friends in Brazil! (The bad thing is that I'm back home!)...
Monday, January 12, 2009
unforgettable songs
my all-time favourites:
Keep On Loving You by Reo Speedwagon
Don't Forget Me by Glass Tiger
it's an eighties' day, you know.
Keep On Loving You by Reo Speedwagon
Don't Forget Me by Glass Tiger
it's an eighties' day, you know.
Oh Monday Oh
A week away from holls... the sun will shine all week long no matter what (oficially, it's no longer a sunny day)...but my birthday on Monday (that seems to be a very hot day)... well, I'll try to make the most of it!!! (sorry if I take the day off, gals).
There are so many wishes to make when blowing out the candles tonight...
Thursday, January 08, 2009
miracle
I know she's leaving the flat by the end of the month, but may be, may be she's leaving by mid January. If you could hear all the noise she makes (I bet she's kicking her furniture), you would agree with me.
So, no more waking up at 4 AM, it's a wonderful miracle!
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
cosas escuchadas en año nuevo
1) ¿dónde están las cositas esas redondas que me gustan? (más conocidas como avellanas)
2) ¿dónde están los turrones (caraduras, pienso yo, se los comieron antes de tiempo y encima esperaban reposición de lo que se suponía que no debían comer desde el vamos).
3) ¿cuando aprendiste a hacer cosas tan ricas? (pero si siempre preparo cosas ricas, por unas bruschettas no me recibí de cheff!).
4) ¿te estás vistiendo de mujer últimamente! (claro, las faldas se usan en verano, tío).
5) ¿me traes el helado? (o quizá, tendría que haber dicho, lo que dejé de él)...
6) arándanos, mmm, ¡¡¡qué rico!!! (cuando el mes pasado le regalaron un buen paquete y casi se atraganta de tanto comer).
7) deja que yo corto el arollado (una porción para la fuente, varias para el cortador)...
8) no sirvas más de eso (con la mente fija en lo que quedaba para el día siguiente)...
9) ¡qué temprano llegaste! (es que si llegaba más tarde, se comía hasta las migas).
y la 10) no se me ocurre, pero ya me vendrá a la mente alguna de esas frases imperdibles de mis tíos... porque año nuevo es un clásico de bloopers...
2) ¿dónde están los turrones (caraduras, pienso yo, se los comieron antes de tiempo y encima esperaban reposición de lo que se suponía que no debían comer desde el vamos).
3) ¿cuando aprendiste a hacer cosas tan ricas? (pero si siempre preparo cosas ricas, por unas bruschettas no me recibí de cheff!).
4) ¿te estás vistiendo de mujer últimamente! (claro, las faldas se usan en verano, tío).
5) ¿me traes el helado? (o quizá, tendría que haber dicho, lo que dejé de él)...
6) arándanos, mmm, ¡¡¡qué rico!!! (cuando el mes pasado le regalaron un buen paquete y casi se atraganta de tanto comer).
7) deja que yo corto el arollado (una porción para la fuente, varias para el cortador)...
8) no sirvas más de eso (con la mente fija en lo que quedaba para el día siguiente)...
9) ¡qué temprano llegaste! (es que si llegaba más tarde, se comía hasta las migas).
y la 10) no se me ocurre, pero ya me vendrá a la mente alguna de esas frases imperdibles de mis tíos... porque año nuevo es un clásico de bloopers...
in a voyager mood
My inspiration got lost yesterday. However, I discovered that some people wrote excellent posts about travelling in their blogs.Take a look by yourself...
The 50 Most Inspiring Travel Quotes Of All Time
The 50 Most Inspiring Travel Quotes Of All Time
Editor’s Introduction - Tim Patterson: I’m typing on the deck of a hostel in a little Uruguayan surf town called Punta del Diablo. Travelers are chatting around me; the usual conversation about where they came from and where they’re going next. Down on the beach, surfers are catching the last waves of the day and men driving horse-drawn carts haul firewood into town.
In many ways this is an idyllic scene, but to be honest, for a while today I was feeling a bit tired and jaded about travel. When you’re on the road too long the spark of newness fades, and travel can feel like a long, pointless slog, a detour from loved ones and from life.
Then I started reading the quotes you’ll find below. Some made me laugh. Some made me wince.
But all of them rang true, and reminded me of why I travel: to learn and grow, to challenge myself, stretch my limits and foster an appreciation of both the world at large and the chair waiting in front of the woodstove back home.
I hope you’ll find similar inspiration in these quotes. Without further ado…
The 50 Most Inspiring Travel Quotes
1. “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.” - Mark Twain
2. “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” - St. Augustine
3. “There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.” - Robert Louis Stevenson
4. “The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” - Samuel Johnson
5. “All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.” - Paul Fussell
6. “Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” - Jack Kerouac
7. “He who does not travel does not know the value of men.” - Moorish proverb
8. “People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.” - Dagobert D. Runes
9. “A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.” - John Steinbeck
10. “No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” - Lin Yutang
11. “Your true traveler finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty-his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure.” - Aldous Huxley
12. “All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own. And if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.” - Samuel Johnson
13. “For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” - Robert Louis Stevenson
“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” - Henry Miller
14. “Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things - air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” - Cesare Pavese
15. “One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” - Henry Miller
16″A traveler without observation is a bird without wings.” - Moslih Eddin Saadi
17. “When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.” - D. H. Lawrence
18. “To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” - Freya Stark
19. “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” - Mark Twain
20. “Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” - Miriam Beard
21. “All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” - Martin Buber
22. “We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” - Jawaharial Nehru
23. “Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.” - Paul Theroux
24. “To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” - Bill Bryson
25. “Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
26. “Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by.” - Robert Frost
27. “A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” - Lao Tzu
28. “There is no moment of delight in any pilgrimage like the beginning of it.” - Charles Dudley Warner
29. “A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.” - Lao Tzu
30. “If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.” - James Michener
31. “The journey not the arrival matters.” - T. S. Eliot
32. “A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.” - Tim Cahill
33. “I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” - Mark Twain
34. “Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.” - Pat Conroy
“A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” - Lao Tzu
35. “Not all those who wander are lost.” - J. R. R. Tolkien
36. “Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.” - Benjamin Disraeli
37. “Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” - Maya Angelou
38. “Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation.” - Elizabeth Drew
39. “Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe”……Anatole France
40. “Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.” - Seneca
41. “What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do - especially in other people’s minds. When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.” - William Least Heat Moon
42. “I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.” - Lillian Smith
43. “To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.” - Aldous Huxley
44. “Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art.” - Freya Stark
45. “The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.” - Rudyard Kipling
46. “Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.” - Paul Theroux
47. “The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.” - G. K. Chesterton
48. “When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.” - Clifton Fadiman
49. “A wise traveler never despises his own country.” - Carlo Goldoni
50. “Adventure is a path. Real adventure - self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind - and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” - Mark Jenkins
Friday, January 02, 2009
renew yourself
Have you watched the old movie Blade Runner? The carousel thing was absolute brilliant.
Can we recreate the scene in real life settings? Imagine you could make things/people disappear just for the promise of a new life ahead...
2009 is a whole new topic to develop...
Monday, December 29, 2008
shots
Who likes getting shots?
I don't and I wonder why we chose our holls destination (this is my third and last shot, though in a 3-month time I'll have a new dose).
Thank God we are not going to Indonesia or Africa! (more shots are required to go there).
I don't and I wonder why we chose our holls destination (this is my third and last shot, though in a 3-month time I'll have a new dose).
Thank God we are not going to Indonesia or Africa! (more shots are required to go there).
Saturday, December 27, 2008
old resolutions almost in new year
New Year's resolutions: bringing back memories reading some old posts
peekaboo
Here I am, after Christmas trying to survive after so much food, presents, family visits and so on.
Oh boy, we're supposed to do it again next week.
I can't wait, really...
[btw: hollidays countdown has just begun]
Oh boy, we're supposed to do it again next week.
I can't wait, really...
[btw: hollidays countdown has just begun]
Sunday, December 21, 2008
flower power
Flower barrettes are on, my dears. All girls (and old bats) are wearing them.What's next? All the garden up there?! A few branches, may be?
Thursday, December 18, 2008
words and comparisons
The end of the year is round the corner. I think of how many words I'll be saying per minute every time I meet people to celebrate...
If I type as quickly as I speak, I should even think of meeting my friends when I'm working hard... my productivity will definitely increase!
In the case I don't drink, of course. Otherwise, no production should be expected.
Monday, December 08, 2008
treasure hunt
If you could help me find my Christmas tree, it would me much appreciated. Oh, by the way, add my Christmas list to the search.
Definitely, my spirit isn't here, though I love this season.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
chickened out
Double ups. Supposedly, I had a test (well, translators take courses on everything all the time). I mean, I had it. But as I chickened out, I left it for Feb.
A friend of mine called me to ask me why I texted her that I was not taking the text. My answer? Blame it on the quente day! (well, I knew that I didn't study as much as required to pass the test).
See? At least I was a self-conscious chicken girl.
Friday, December 05, 2008
almost ready to have tea?
My mum and my auntie are on their way to see how the painter's thing ended up in my flat!
I asked them to bring their pastry, right? (I'm in the mood for a nap myself instead of tea!).
I promise I'll be a nice girl... if they don't stay long! [otherwise, I´ll show them my super natural yawn].
I'm serious about it.
Friday I'm not in love
Considering the facts:
- flat painted by 2 painters who didn't do their job in the proper way.
- still many things to be cleaned and ordered.
- a lot of pending work for the weekend.
- plus [the same] long weekend will be spent doing things at home instead of sunbathing and meeting with friends.
Oh no, I'm certainly not in love today. Even watching my dog sleep like the Sleeping Beauty with a cushion under her head and a warm blanket covering her bad back makes me feel jealous of her princess life (did I mention that I get up at 7Am everyday?!). One Piña Colada for her and a double Diet Coke with cafeine on the rocks for me, pleeeease!
- flat painted by 2 painters who didn't do their job in the proper way.
- still many things to be cleaned and ordered.
- a lot of pending work for the weekend.
- plus [the same] long weekend will be spent doing things at home instead of sunbathing and meeting with friends.
Oh no, I'm certainly not in love today. Even watching my dog sleep like the Sleeping Beauty with a cushion under her head and a warm blanket covering her bad back makes me feel jealous of her princess life (did I mention that I get up at 7Am everyday?!). One Piña Colada for her and a double Diet Coke with cafeine on the rocks for me, pleeeease!
BTW: Did I mention that the weather is more than perfect to stroll along Puerto Madero? And am I supposed to set the Xmas tree on Monday? [Am I supposed to find it?] I love Xmas, but this December seems to be too short this year...
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
paradoja
No me gusta para nada facebook, no veo que sea de mucha utilidad saber qué están haciendo mis amigos ni cuándo.
Tuve que ceder por algunos motivos: tengo amigos lejos y hace meses que recibo sus invitaciones. Eso sí, acepté bajo mis propios términos, no todos podrán contactarse ni ver mis preciosas fotos. Y eso de que los amigos de los otros aparezcan en mi lista, mucho menos (no creemos confusiones, uno no puede ser amigo de todos, por más que quiera).
Under no circumstances quiero ser contactada por personas de hace veinte años atrás, se podría decir que a mí esas cosas no me resultan. No sé a los demás... (y no, no quiero tener un millón de amigos, digo, por si hay un record Guinness por eso)...
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
finding the differences
(taken from here)
If someone in America asks you if you would like a pig in a blanket, it will save a lot of embarrassment if you know they are offering you a sausage roll.
Many of us go on holiday to the US confident we will have none of the language problems experienced in other countries.
OK, we all known they call petrol "gas" and they walk on the "sidewalk" rather than the pavement and they have "vacations" rather than holidays, trousers are called "pants" and so on.
But a look at the words Americans use for everyday food and drink items makes me wonder if a British-American phrase book would be essential after all.
For instance, they call an avocado an alligator pear, an aubergine an eggplant – and if you want mangetout, you'll have to ask for snow peas.
Fish fingers become fishsticks, prawns are shrimps, a beefburger is a hamburger, a gammon steak a ham steak, blueberries are huckleberries and corn is maize.
And can you guess what a rutabaga is? It's what we call a swede. (The American word is derived from the Swedish word rotabagge, which means turnip).
Meanwhile, if you want a sorbet, ask for a sherbet. How about some treacle... just ask for molasses. Gherkins are pickles, spring onions are known as scallions and if you want semi-skimmed milk, you'll have to ask for "low-fat" or "2 per cent".
It's just as difficult for children with ice lollies called popsicles, sweets called candy, candy floss known as cotton candy, biscuits called cookies and fairy cakes are cup cakes.
And how about this: If you want jam, you have to ask for jelly. And if you actually want jelly, you have to ask for "jello". Yes, it's all a trifle confusing...
Icing is known as frosting, an off-licence is called a liquor store, if you want something grilled, you must ask for it to be broiled, and in the US, food comes in cans, not tins.
And just in case that lot hasn't put you off going shopping in the States, take a look at these complete opposites: A catfish is a dogfish; chicory is known as endive and, surprise, surprise, endive is called chicory.
All this to worry about on top of getting the pronunciation and spelling right. Which reminds me of the American at a job interview in England who is asked to spell the word "coffee" – and is told the job is his if he gets just one letter correct.
The American ponders for a while before answering slowly: "K - A - W - P - H - Y".
If someone in America asks you if you would like a pig in a blanket, it will save a lot of embarrassment if you know they are offering you a sausage roll.
Many of us go on holiday to the US confident we will have none of the language problems experienced in other countries.
OK, we all known they call petrol "gas" and they walk on the "sidewalk" rather than the pavement and they have "vacations" rather than holidays, trousers are called "pants" and so on.
But a look at the words Americans use for everyday food and drink items makes me wonder if a British-American phrase book would be essential after all.
For instance, they call an avocado an alligator pear, an aubergine an eggplant – and if you want mangetout, you'll have to ask for snow peas.
Fish fingers become fishsticks, prawns are shrimps, a beefburger is a hamburger, a gammon steak a ham steak, blueberries are huckleberries and corn is maize.
And can you guess what a rutabaga is? It's what we call a swede. (The American word is derived from the Swedish word rotabagge, which means turnip).
Meanwhile, if you want a sorbet, ask for a sherbet. How about some treacle... just ask for molasses. Gherkins are pickles, spring onions are known as scallions and if you want semi-skimmed milk, you'll have to ask for "low-fat" or "2 per cent".
It's just as difficult for children with ice lollies called popsicles, sweets called candy, candy floss known as cotton candy, biscuits called cookies and fairy cakes are cup cakes.
And how about this: If you want jam, you have to ask for jelly. And if you actually want jelly, you have to ask for "jello". Yes, it's all a trifle confusing...
Icing is known as frosting, an off-licence is called a liquor store, if you want something grilled, you must ask for it to be broiled, and in the US, food comes in cans, not tins.
And just in case that lot hasn't put you off going shopping in the States, take a look at these complete opposites: A catfish is a dogfish; chicory is known as endive and, surprise, surprise, endive is called chicory.
All this to worry about on top of getting the pronunciation and spelling right. Which reminds me of the American at a job interview in England who is asked to spell the word "coffee" – and is told the job is his if he gets just one letter correct.
The American ponders for a while before answering slowly: "K - A - W - P - H - Y".
time machine
Rock me Amadeus
We are the world
Walk like an Egyptian
I've been losing you
Eternal Flame
I need a Hero
I feel the Earth move under my Feet
You've got a Friend
Last Christmas
Time after Time
Under Pressure
Everybody wants to rule the World
Come fly with Me
Killing me softly
Self control
What a feeling
Gloria
Don't cry for me Argentina
Lucky Star
Man in the Mirror
You can't hurry Love
How do you do
Spending my Time
If it makes You happy
Synchronicity
Don't you forget about Me
Friday I'm in Love
In the name of Love
Where Streets have no Name
Walk of life
and the one I prefer: C'est la ouate!
We are the world
Walk like an Egyptian
I've been losing you
Eternal Flame
I need a Hero
I feel the Earth move under my Feet
You've got a Friend
Last Christmas
Time after Time
Under Pressure
Everybody wants to rule the World
Come fly with Me
Killing me softly
Self control
What a feeling
Gloria
Don't cry for me Argentina
Lucky Star
Man in the Mirror
You can't hurry Love
How do you do
Spending my Time
If it makes You happy
Synchronicity
Don't you forget about Me
Friday I'm in Love
In the name of Love
Where Streets have no Name
Walk of life
and the one I prefer: C'est la ouate!
Monday, December 01, 2008
nostalgic mood
Incancellabile (Laura Pausini)
A volte mi domando se,
Vivrei lo stesso senza te,
Se ti saprei dimenticare.
Ma passa un attimo e tu sei,
Sei tutto quello che vorrei
Incancellabile oramai!
Sembrava un'altra storia che,
Il tempo porta via con se,
Tu non lasciarmi mai!
Tu non lasciarmi!
E più mi manchi, più tu stai
Al centro dei pensieri miei
Tu non lasciarmi mai
Perché oramai sarai
Incancellabile.
Con la tua voce, l'allegria
Che dentro me non va più via
Come un tatuaggio sulla pelle.
Ti vedo dentro gli occhi suoi,
Ti cerco quando non ci sei
Sulle mie labbra sento la voglia
Che ho di te.
Così profondamente mio
Non ho mai avuto niente io
Tu non lasciarmi mai
Tu non lasciarmi.
E più ti guardo e più lo sai
Di te io m'innamorerei
Tu non lasciarmi mai
Tu non lasciarmi,
Non farlo mai perché.
Se guardo il cielo
Io sento che sarai
Incancellabile oramai oh no!
Tu non lasciarmi mai
Tu non lasciarmi.
Incancellabile tu sei
Nei miei respiri e i giorni miei
Tu non lasciarmi mai.
E si fa grande dentro me
Questo bisogno che ho di te
Tu non lasciarmi mai
Tu non lasciarmi
Tu non lasciarmi
Tu non lasciarmi
Oh no.
E più mi manchi e più tu sei
Al centro dei pensieri miei
Tu non lasciarmi mai
Tu non lasciarmi mai.
Tu non lasciarmi
Da sola senza te
Ora e per sempre
Resterai dentro
I miei occhi
Incancellabile.
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