Dejaré mi tierra por ti
Dejaré mis campos y me iré
Lejos de aquí
Cruzaré llorando el jardín
Y con tus recuerdos partiré
Lejos de aquí.
De día viviré pensando en tus sonrisas
De noche las estrellas me acompañarán
Serás como una luz que alumbra mi camino.
Me voy pero te juro que mañana volveré.
Al partir, un beso y una flor
Un "te quiero", una caricia
Y un adiós
Es ligero equipaje
Para tan largo viaje.
Las penas pesan en el corazón.
Más allá del mar habrá un lugar
Donde el sol cada mañana
Brille mas
Forjarán mi destino
Las piedras del camino
Lo que nos es querido
Siempre queda atrás.
Buscaré un lugar para tí
Donde el cielo se une con el mar,
Lejos de aquí
Con mis manos y con tu amor
Lograré encontrar otra ilusión,
Lejos de aqui.
De día viviré pensando en tus sonrisas
De noche las estrellas me acompañarán
Serás como una luz que alumbra mi camino.
Me voy pero te juro que mañana volveré.
Al partir, un beso y una flor
Un "te quiero", una caricia
Y un adiós
Es ligero equipaje
Para tan largo viaje.
Las penas pesan en el corazón.
Más allá del mar habrá un lugar
Donde el sol cada mañana
Brille mas
Forjarán mi destino
Las piedras del camino
Lo que nos es querido
Siempre queda atrás.
-Bravo, Un beso y una flor
Webspinning of the Arcane mixed with a bit of poison, passion, dreaming and humanity...
Friday, March 31, 2006
Lemons, anyone?
The day yestarday was really REALLY long. Had to go meet a workmate at Sams to get her bacalao for the fund raising lunch today. Got some muffins to sell as well. At night, stayed up late doing the cursed cigueña. And today as I arrived I found out the cigueña is for next week… Anyway, at least I wont have to paint anything else for work during my Bday week… soryy, Holy Week.
Just read that Communion is back. Hope that by June it’s still going on, until then I can do absolutely NOTHING related to traveling beyond my zone… But June aint so far. My vacations are in May, though… Oh, well… Somehow things will be brought together. I trust that.
Wanna go see IceAge2 and NewWorld, but seems I will have to wait for the video release… Same as Memoirs of a Geisha. Damn…
If given lemons, make lemonade. The sun will come up, if not in this galaxy… elsewhere.
10-4
Just read that Communion is back. Hope that by June it’s still going on, until then I can do absolutely NOTHING related to traveling beyond my zone… But June aint so far. My vacations are in May, though… Oh, well… Somehow things will be brought together. I trust that.
Wanna go see IceAge2 and NewWorld, but seems I will have to wait for the video release… Same as Memoirs of a Geisha. Damn…
If given lemons, make lemonade. The sun will come up, if not in this galaxy… elsewhere.
10-4
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Bitch
Ahhhh… people… Everyone in the office has the stare of K-9s. All because of the bad press that my nemesis gave. She basically let everyone know that I was gonna take all the secretaries to a stable. Seems the words Hacienda and Agrotourist Complex only make them think of horses… I wonder if it is just their oral or anal fixation states… Things that makes you go hmmm… So now my task is to get a nice menu and to let people know that besides horses, the place is a rustic hotel that has 2 pools, 2 restaurants, a café, a spa, cabins for families, a gazebo near a lake, and the lands with lettuce/tomatoes and the area with horses, sheep, guineas, chickens and the like. The place is like a Puerto Rico pabillion would look in Disney’s Epcot. Classy and impressive, filled up with antiques and gourmet food. Breath in-breath out. The only zone with a problem with the choice was ta-daaaaaaaaa, my office. Yauco, UIA, RUM, CAA and Aguadilla were all fine with it. So the activity will be there. Let my nemesis implode or something.
Everything else besides work seems… ok… silent… graveyard silent… During my small vacation on May I will focus on making a business plan for the events coordinator thing I’ve always wanted to do. I will try to give birth to that baby this year, aunque sea lo último que haga, lo último que hagaaaaaaaaaa! In the meanwhile, gotta pull off this activity at the Hacienda by April’s end, and then gotta do some deco for a kinder graduation on May. This year I am turning the age of Christ. I see where the nails had to come from… 10 days until doomsday!!! Buahahahahaha! And just to celebrate, Holy Week is the vacation I granted to all my kiddies! ;) The good thing, relax-release so I cleanup the House and begin painting some murals over there… Yup, THAT is what I will do in my Holy Week. Perhaps that will help me release the energy that I have stored for so long within me… Two years without painting a decent mural ain’t funny… Knowing that someone erased what you painted is not funnier… Dragons, India, Egypt, Medieval… Let’s see the outcome… Home is where the heart is.
Friends having their own messes. At least mines are work-related and mind-related. Is that being positive or what. LOL Tril has been missing in action for 2 weeks, Groundel has been studying just as LS, Lucinda has been in home-improvement mode, Coriolis is in nurse mode, Joe is in WTF mode (the usual) and so… Kitties are in joder-la-pita mode… Me, I’m in breezing mode. Let the bee be bee. Unless it’s a nemesis that deserves some serious damage… Buahahahah! Hey, I’m allowed a little fun, no? So, my anthem… Like it or not:
I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
Chorus:
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing
Chorus
Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me
Chorus
I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way
-Meredith Brooks, Bitch
10-4
Everything else besides work seems… ok… silent… graveyard silent… During my small vacation on May I will focus on making a business plan for the events coordinator thing I’ve always wanted to do. I will try to give birth to that baby this year, aunque sea lo último que haga, lo último que hagaaaaaaaaaa! In the meanwhile, gotta pull off this activity at the Hacienda by April’s end, and then gotta do some deco for a kinder graduation on May. This year I am turning the age of Christ. I see where the nails had to come from… 10 days until doomsday!!! Buahahahahaha! And just to celebrate, Holy Week is the vacation I granted to all my kiddies! ;) The good thing, relax-release so I cleanup the House and begin painting some murals over there… Yup, THAT is what I will do in my Holy Week. Perhaps that will help me release the energy that I have stored for so long within me… Two years without painting a decent mural ain’t funny… Knowing that someone erased what you painted is not funnier… Dragons, India, Egypt, Medieval… Let’s see the outcome… Home is where the heart is.
Friends having their own messes. At least mines are work-related and mind-related. Is that being positive or what. LOL Tril has been missing in action for 2 weeks, Groundel has been studying just as LS, Lucinda has been in home-improvement mode, Coriolis is in nurse mode, Joe is in WTF mode (the usual) and so… Kitties are in joder-la-pita mode… Me, I’m in breezing mode. Let the bee be bee. Unless it’s a nemesis that deserves some serious damage… Buahahahah! Hey, I’m allowed a little fun, no? So, my anthem… Like it or not:
I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
Chorus:
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing
Chorus
Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me
Chorus
I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way
-Meredith Brooks, Bitch
10-4
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
In brief...
Work: People of the place where I work… If I were a male I would say “You can suck my d&#@”. But since I am a polite refined lady, I will just say “you are all bleached tombstones. See you all rotting in Hell!" Still doesn’t make me feel good, but at least I am expressing my feelings… Someone simply taking the nemesis position against me… So… Bitch mode 101…
Home: Same old, same old. Want to be my own.
Acquaintances: Some tolerable, some simply un-tolerable.
Feelings: Too pissed to even begin explaining
[Spoken:]
Girls can wear jeans
And cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
'Cause it's OK to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
'Cause you think that being a girl is degrading
But secretly you'd love to know what it's like
Wouldn't you
What it feels like for a girl
Silky smooth
Lips as sweet as candy, baby
Tight blue jeans
Skin that shows in patches
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting
Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
What it feels like for a girl
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
In this world
Do you know
Do you know
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
What it feels like in this world
-Madonna, What it feels like for a girl
Some things are crystal clear, others are a blurred hazard. I was born to take things the hard way… like it or not…
10-4
PS Coriolis: Thanks.
Home: Same old, same old. Want to be my own.
Acquaintances: Some tolerable, some simply un-tolerable.
Feelings: Too pissed to even begin explaining
[Spoken:]
Girls can wear jeans
And cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
'Cause it's OK to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
'Cause you think that being a girl is degrading
But secretly you'd love to know what it's like
Wouldn't you
What it feels like for a girl
Silky smooth
Lips as sweet as candy, baby
Tight blue jeans
Skin that shows in patches
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting
Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
What it feels like for a girl
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
In this world
Do you know
Do you know
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
What it feels like in this world
-Madonna, What it feels like for a girl
Some things are crystal clear, others are a blurred hazard. I was born to take things the hard way… like it or not…
10-4
PS Coriolis: Thanks.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Out there
I once gave this song to you and I know there is someone out there that will see it. Even the mist have to take a day off
She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to live
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free
She steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me
Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind
She will promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she's always a woman to me
She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool
But she can't be convicted
She's earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me
Billy Joel-She's always a woman to me
She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to live
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free
She steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me
Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind
She will promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she's always a woman to me
She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool
But she can't be convicted
She's earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me
Billy Joel-She's always a woman to me
A phantom... of the Happy One
Friday went by without making deep noises.
Spent Saturday with Lucinda as she was looking for plants to make a small landscaping in her house… She went to a elder client’s home to get some plants for free and as expected that visit was a longaleer… Met with Groundel and Mouser at Walmart, had a deadlt showdown with bad consequences with a white spider inside Lucinda’s car, had a bad tantrum 30 minutes moment, and then back at Lucinda’s to get my car and deliver Mouser and Groundel. Long day, bad day… Whatever.
Sunday began with a strange phone call of 1 ½ hours. Then it was Coriolis turn but we were interrupted by my dear aunt and her haunting banshee screams. All for breakfast. (sight) Well, Groundel helped me clean the kitties room (complete cleanup that left me smell-less). That took away the whole afternoon, we actually had lunch by almost 6pm… The rest of the night I spent washing clothing and cleaning up my room. Oh, and listening to my aunt complaining about my throwing garbage… in the garbage… ( a BIG WTF).
Not in a talkative mood…
And if I die today I'll be the HAPPY Phantom
And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The HAPPY phantom has no right to bitch
Oo who the time is getting close
Oo who time to be a ghost
Oo who every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been
So if I die today I'll be the HAPPY phantom
And I'll go wearin' my NAUGHTIES like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
they say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to SIN
Oo who the time is getting close
Oo who time to be a ghost
Oo who every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I been
Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could TRULY love again
Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see
Oo who the time is getting close
Oo who time to be a ghost
Oo who every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I been
And if I die today
And if I die today
And if I die today
Chasin' the nuns out in the yard
-Tori Amos, Happy Phantom
10-4
Spent Saturday with Lucinda as she was looking for plants to make a small landscaping in her house… She went to a elder client’s home to get some plants for free and as expected that visit was a longaleer… Met with Groundel and Mouser at Walmart, had a deadlt showdown with bad consequences with a white spider inside Lucinda’s car, had a bad tantrum 30 minutes moment, and then back at Lucinda’s to get my car and deliver Mouser and Groundel. Long day, bad day… Whatever.
Sunday began with a strange phone call of 1 ½ hours. Then it was Coriolis turn but we were interrupted by my dear aunt and her haunting banshee screams. All for breakfast. (sight) Well, Groundel helped me clean the kitties room (complete cleanup that left me smell-less). That took away the whole afternoon, we actually had lunch by almost 6pm… The rest of the night I spent washing clothing and cleaning up my room. Oh, and listening to my aunt complaining about my throwing garbage… in the garbage… ( a BIG WTF).
Not in a talkative mood…
And if I die today I'll be the HAPPY Phantom
And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The HAPPY phantom has no right to bitch
Oo who the time is getting close
Oo who time to be a ghost
Oo who every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we been
So if I die today I'll be the HAPPY phantom
And I'll go wearin' my NAUGHTIES like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
they say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to SIN
Oo who the time is getting close
Oo who time to be a ghost
Oo who every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I been
Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could TRULY love again
Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see
Oo who the time is getting close
Oo who time to be a ghost
Oo who every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I been
And if I die today
And if I die today
And if I die today
Chasin' the nuns out in the yard
-Tori Amos, Happy Phantom
10-4
Friday, March 24, 2006
Friday, friday...
Friday. Amen. I think Bomba & Plena it is. Will give it all a taste of Majestad Negra. It will all be a reminiscent of high school’s Nights of Puerto Rico, that much I know. It should work out nicely.
The weekend promises to be dull. Everyone has something better to do, and I guess I’ll be stuck at home with my dear mother’s computers. I feel sad… How strange of me… No one responds to my beckons, so… Cats and computers is what it will be. Someday I’ll fly away… far away… so no one can truly reach me… Far away.
10-4
It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out
It's always something
There's always something going wrong
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about
It's a never ending attack
Everything's a lie and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
And all the morons
And all the stooges with their coins
They're the ones who make the rules, it's not a game it's just a rout
There's desperation
There's desperation in the air
It leaves a stain on all your clothes and no detergent gets it out
And we're always slipping through the cracks
Then the movie's over, fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
What about love?
It's defective! It's always breaking in half
What about sex?
It's defective! It's never built to really last
What about your family?
It's defective! All the batteries are shot
What about your friends?
It's defective! All the parts are out of stock
What about hope?
It's defective! It's corroded and decayed
What about faith?
It's defective! It's tattered and it's frayed
What about you gods?
They're defective! They forgot the warranty
What about your town?
It's defective! It's a dead-end street to me
What about your school?
It's defective! It's a pack of useless lies
What about your work?
It's defective! It's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
It's defective! It's dead and buried in the past
What about your future?
It's defective! And you can shove it up your ass
Oh, I want my money back
I want my money back
It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out
It's a never ending attack
Everything's a lie and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
And we're always slipping through the cracks
Then the movie's over, fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
-Meatloaf, Life is a lemon and I want my money back
The weekend promises to be dull. Everyone has something better to do, and I guess I’ll be stuck at home with my dear mother’s computers. I feel sad… How strange of me… No one responds to my beckons, so… Cats and computers is what it will be. Someday I’ll fly away… far away… so no one can truly reach me… Far away.
10-4
It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out
It's always something
There's always something going wrong
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about
It's a never ending attack
Everything's a lie and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
And all the morons
And all the stooges with their coins
They're the ones who make the rules, it's not a game it's just a rout
There's desperation
There's desperation in the air
It leaves a stain on all your clothes and no detergent gets it out
And we're always slipping through the cracks
Then the movie's over, fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
What about love?
It's defective! It's always breaking in half
What about sex?
It's defective! It's never built to really last
What about your family?
It's defective! All the batteries are shot
What about your friends?
It's defective! All the parts are out of stock
What about hope?
It's defective! It's corroded and decayed
What about faith?
It's defective! It's tattered and it's frayed
What about you gods?
They're defective! They forgot the warranty
What about your town?
It's defective! It's a dead-end street to me
What about your school?
It's defective! It's a pack of useless lies
What about your work?
It's defective! It's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
It's defective! It's dead and buried in the past
What about your future?
It's defective! And you can shove it up your ass
Oh, I want my money back
I want my money back
It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out
It's a never ending attack
Everything's a lie and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
And we're always slipping through the cracks
Then the movie's over, fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
-Meatloaf, Life is a lemon and I want my money back
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Indians, cowboys and picnics?
Ah... One new nightmare has begun. I'm the head of the secretary's week works... So... New activity, new headache. Love doing it, hate the process... Anyway, will head away from the seachores and maybe will get into hacienda style sites. Gotta check places and decide for catering by Monday. My stress levels will go high again, but I guess THAT will be my bday gift on April... The activity will be the 28th, two weeks after Holy Week. Yay! We gotta get funds for everything... Thinking of indian theme or maybe typical jíbaro bash... I'm inclined towards the indian theme but a jíbaro thing would be easier and less stressful... Will see how it all unfolds.
Last night had a fight with Trilogy because of his barking mad attitudes. Guess we'll never go out if things keep on this way... He says he tries, but sadly that is not what I see. I get angrier by the day and that doesn't help his case. Whatever... Life goes on... Or so they sing...
Can't wait for the weekend. This has been a long day so far...
10-4
Last night had a fight with Trilogy because of his barking mad attitudes. Guess we'll never go out if things keep on this way... He says he tries, but sadly that is not what I see. I get angrier by the day and that doesn't help his case. Whatever... Life goes on... Or so they sing...
Can't wait for the weekend. This has been a long day so far...
10-4
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Score and Plans
Got a letter from HR and the exam score I got is 85.73 on the elegible registry for the two internal jobs that I applied for, HR Oficial and Support & Employment Modalities Oficial. Need to review both convocations to make sure which want I want, so I can keep on requesting the job positions. I know I want a career change, but of course I wont make the move if payment is lower. If it is the same then that should not stop me… I need experience in other fields so I can get a better position elsewhere in the US if I decide to move in the next 8-10 years… So the big plans right now: Get a new job in a different area of specialty and do a master in Social Work or a PhD in Psychology. Afterwards, if the weather provides for the change, I will get off this little piece of Earth. I know sooner or later I’ll fly away because I have no real opportunities for a good life and quality of life in here. I want to make a difference but this place is too politically inclined to allow for that. Whatever… It’s just a plan.
No word of the contractor. That is really, REALLY pissing me off.
Tomorrow is the Day of Enslavement Abolition. Hmmm… not for everybody, right Coriolis? Porque negro es tu color... LOL ;)
10-4
No word of the contractor. That is really, REALLY pissing me off.
Tomorrow is the Day of Enslavement Abolition. Hmmm… not for everybody, right Coriolis? Porque negro es tu color... LOL ;)
10-4
Sunday, March 19, 2006
In Space no one can hear you Scream
So, I will pretend that all this time I have been in a paralell dimension screaming at people my deep belief, something that goes like this: I HATE COMPUTERS! Just because I MUST work with computers and just because I CAN fix them it doesn't mean that I ENJOY doing so! I work 8-4:30, a BIG sacrifice on my part because I HATE COMPUTERS. After that strict regimen, I WANT my PERSONAL time to be just that... PERSONAL. And in my personal time, no one that truly cares about me or knows me should ask me to fix a computer because... it is insane to do such an outrage to lovely me. Personal time is for doing things I enjoy, as painting, writing, reading, scrapbooking, touring, fighting, being pesky, being godly... BUT it is NOT and I repeat NOT the time to go give CPR to a PC. Hate it... Not willing to do it... Will curse a lot if I have to... And you will fall in my black list.
So... After giving the reason of my dislike of computers, now my reasoning for me being in space... It took me a long time, but my best friend learned that she could only ask techy questions to me if she called me at work... Now, on Friday, one of my dear co-workers, the one that always hears me complaining about people asking me pc stuff after dark, storms in asking me to go to her house to fix her pc... I said nothing at first, breathed in and out, and managed an "I'll see... this weekend is full for me". Today, as I was dreaming of lovely forests and felines, my aunt storms in followed by my dear mother, both rudely waking me up. My mother's presence and desire to speak to me equals an instantaneous "I have PC problems". She didn't say that, she started with "I have a little money...". I was pissed. I was awakened after a deep sleep... And anyone who knows me KNOWS that is just... suicidal. I got off bed screaming, cursing, to say the least. Five minutes later no one else was in my bedroom... but the damage was done... Me, almost having a heartstroke and being at my worst anger moment... which would take like 3 hours to vanish...
Went to the house to take pictures of the watery walls as evidence of bad construction, so I have something to show the contractor... Went to get some sweets to even my anger. And phoned my dear mother to finally ask what was the matter. Why should I ask? I already knew... I play dumb so well... And so to her house to fix the damn problem... She wanted a friggin backup, and I delivered. And the PC gave its last breath afterwards, as it was foresaw. She traps me, making me take the friggin tower with me so I fix it. On the way out, she adds another tower that belonged to her dead husband so I make the OS work, and almost gave in a third she had in storage... And that's why, ladies and gentlemen, I hate visiting my dear mother... A simple how are you will never come from her lips, but a "Fix me the computer" is all she speaks to me. I screamed, I cursed, and it didn't matter for I ended up with two towers in my car's back... and not the medieval kind...
I arrived home, placed the towers in the living room, signalled them and asked my aunt if she though it was fair that the only day I have that I can dedicate to myself I had to waste 5 hours in the stupid computers, not only that, since now I have to troubleshoot, find parts and fix them in what is left of my spare time... She just gives the "I told her she shouldnt bug you" look, nothing else... But it's not in honest intent, as everyone thinks I do nothing, so what if I have to waste hours doing a little techie job? What about my own plans? I ALWAYS have to change plans to adjust them to everyone's needs... Is anyone adjusting my needs to their schedule? And if I don't then I am the evil, anarchic one that delivers foul intent and evil thoughts and actions... Right...
I am living in space. And even if noone listens, I'll keep screaming. It's the only thing that I can do... especially when you deal with family issues... And then everyone wonders why I wanted a house far away...
Gee... I wonder why...
10-4
So... After giving the reason of my dislike of computers, now my reasoning for me being in space... It took me a long time, but my best friend learned that she could only ask techy questions to me if she called me at work... Now, on Friday, one of my dear co-workers, the one that always hears me complaining about people asking me pc stuff after dark, storms in asking me to go to her house to fix her pc... I said nothing at first, breathed in and out, and managed an "I'll see... this weekend is full for me". Today, as I was dreaming of lovely forests and felines, my aunt storms in followed by my dear mother, both rudely waking me up. My mother's presence and desire to speak to me equals an instantaneous "I have PC problems". She didn't say that, she started with "I have a little money...". I was pissed. I was awakened after a deep sleep... And anyone who knows me KNOWS that is just... suicidal. I got off bed screaming, cursing, to say the least. Five minutes later no one else was in my bedroom... but the damage was done... Me, almost having a heartstroke and being at my worst anger moment... which would take like 3 hours to vanish...
Went to the house to take pictures of the watery walls as evidence of bad construction, so I have something to show the contractor... Went to get some sweets to even my anger. And phoned my dear mother to finally ask what was the matter. Why should I ask? I already knew... I play dumb so well... And so to her house to fix the damn problem... She wanted a friggin backup, and I delivered. And the PC gave its last breath afterwards, as it was foresaw. She traps me, making me take the friggin tower with me so I fix it. On the way out, she adds another tower that belonged to her dead husband so I make the OS work, and almost gave in a third she had in storage... And that's why, ladies and gentlemen, I hate visiting my dear mother... A simple how are you will never come from her lips, but a "Fix me the computer" is all she speaks to me. I screamed, I cursed, and it didn't matter for I ended up with two towers in my car's back... and not the medieval kind...
I arrived home, placed the towers in the living room, signalled them and asked my aunt if she though it was fair that the only day I have that I can dedicate to myself I had to waste 5 hours in the stupid computers, not only that, since now I have to troubleshoot, find parts and fix them in what is left of my spare time... She just gives the "I told her she shouldnt bug you" look, nothing else... But it's not in honest intent, as everyone thinks I do nothing, so what if I have to waste hours doing a little techie job? What about my own plans? I ALWAYS have to change plans to adjust them to everyone's needs... Is anyone adjusting my needs to their schedule? And if I don't then I am the evil, anarchic one that delivers foul intent and evil thoughts and actions... Right...
I am living in space. And even if noone listens, I'll keep screaming. It's the only thing that I can do... especially when you deal with family issues... And then everyone wonders why I wanted a house far away...
Gee... I wonder why...
10-4
A Pool Party at San Germán...
Well, after beginning the day at 2am to watch my beloved WNTW program… things actually got better. Slept around three hours, then Groundel finally showed up. We went to see my house at Hormigueros (been 3 weeks since my last visit) and I was pleasantly surprised at all the work my uncle has done in there. He has destroyed all bad weeds from the surroundings and even at the cliff. Wow. I picture a nice gazebo on that spot… and a wooden walkway… Daydreaming… To pop the cloud, as I opened the door to go to the 2nd floor, the foyer area was flooded. I automatically turned to pissed mode. Watching the watermarks on the walls that the contractor built made me turn to REALLY pissed mode. I checked everything, and it all has to do with the connection of oldhouse-new house… the edges are crooked and water comes in from the rain. Nothing much to do today… So I departed trying to blow my steam in some other way…
Stopped at Kmart and browsed the store… Received a call from fellow pirates that were waiting at a certain pool. The call did the trick, as I was hesitant on my decision to go or not to go. So, picked up some Doritos and off I went to the pirate cave… José and Graciela were already in the pool, Aníbal opened the door. The party was just the right amount, with the right amount of kids and people that didn’t spoil the evening at all. I found myself in the water almost instantly, and I stayed there as a lovely dark siren for more than 4 hours. It was great. The dark clouds and the rain was great. The sun that came up afterwards was great. The night falling on the daylight was great. Company, comments, fun, was great. Graciela made a yummy asopao so everyone would leave with a warm stomach, and the birds were happy. Made it home, in time to write this. A sweet night sleep awaits. ;)
On other news, seems Kyonene hurt his back or leg again. (sight) Will monitor tomorrow, to see if he needs a vet visit…
Busy days… But they have been filled with drama, suspense and fun. What more can I wish for?
10-4
Stopped at Kmart and browsed the store… Received a call from fellow pirates that were waiting at a certain pool. The call did the trick, as I was hesitant on my decision to go or not to go. So, picked up some Doritos and off I went to the pirate cave… José and Graciela were already in the pool, Aníbal opened the door. The party was just the right amount, with the right amount of kids and people that didn’t spoil the evening at all. I found myself in the water almost instantly, and I stayed there as a lovely dark siren for more than 4 hours. It was great. The dark clouds and the rain was great. The sun that came up afterwards was great. The night falling on the daylight was great. Company, comments, fun, was great. Graciela made a yummy asopao so everyone would leave with a warm stomach, and the birds were happy. Made it home, in time to write this. A sweet night sleep awaits. ;)
On other news, seems Kyonene hurt his back or leg again. (sight) Will monitor tomorrow, to see if he needs a vet visit…
Busy days… But they have been filled with drama, suspense and fun. What more can I wish for?
10-4
Friday, March 17, 2006
Pirate INVASION at Joyudas, PR
Last night a friend told me that one of his friends told him, after being a bit aloof in thoughts, that as he passed by Joyudas he had seen pirates walking all over… He mentioned it again, adding that the people were dressed as pirates, GROWN UPS dressed as pirates… His wonder became unbelief as my friend told him that I was the mastermind behind the Pirate Menace. The guy insisted “But that was in Joyudas, I tell you, all over!” LOL Hilarious.
So… As I arrived early at the restaurant so I would setup the audio-visual stuff, the people of Aguadilla was already there… And ALL of them was in gear. I dressed up, as well as the staff. But we didn’t have deep faith that people would actually go as pirates… I was delighted! I should have known Aguadilla would not fail me. They are the crew of mayhem, and they have a solid “fun” vain. And so, they delivered kid-like fun. I had to go home to get some light extensions, so when I arrived the people that were going to the island had already left. Bu I was not stranded alone. Some leftovers from Mayaguez started to arrive, mainly with pirate props… Ah! Their faces as the people from the island arrived! A lesson in how to have REAL fun, from Mayhem Crew. Thank-you, mateys.
The presentation inside the restaurant began. Counselors were called upon, as their childhood-adolescence pics appeared on screen, and a small semblance on what they wanted to be when they grew up and the like was read. Some even cried, as they have not seen the pics in years. They were wet with water pistols each time they said something, and some where asked to stand on chairs and sing. At the end of each semblance, they were asked to dance the “Pelúa", an old school bus tradition. The kids…ermm… counselors… loved it. The “punishments”, being tied up on a column, gunned with water, attacked with water-bombs… The pirate staff had a water-blast from it all. As the presentation went on, food was served. The restaurant’s organization was flawless as I expected (that’s why I recommended it). After the presentation I gave a small recess showing pictures from the island adventure thanks to a co-workers’ digicam. Evidence of MiceIsland’s Piracy has been recorded for a lifetime. Evidence of a couple’s after death love was recorded. Evidence of the Captain being tied up and shot was recorded. Evidence of tight people becoming party animals was recorded. Evidence of all region’s zones mingling in true camaraderie was recorded. Yup, the kids had fun… And it was not over yet.
Lunch ended, and the official activities for the kids began. I had made 2 ships as stage, not only for show but for the games. Two groups were divided, each had to be inside each ship. Pirates were given ammo (black ping-pong balls that acted as cannonballs) and they were expected to fire at each other. The ship with more balls inside its floor would loose. As the battle began, I played the Pirates of the Caribbean ship fight scene on screen. LOL As the game halted they kept on fighting, throwing cannonballs to each other for longer than expected. LOL That was FUN. One ship sank, the survivors were given “casi ganadores” prizes.
So, the winning crew was lined-up, and a game of Pass the Parrot began (think Hot Potato gone shipwrecked). And the count of winners descended to 5. The so-called winners had to walk the plank in one foot, blindfolded. One of them tried mutiny, and had to walk the plank inside a potato bag. Ironically enough, he passed the test. :P So, the 3 winners had to duel drinking a bottle of ale, the fastest two would be chosen… In our case, the bottles were baby bottles, ale substituted by water. The two girls that got so far struggled with keeping their lipstick on and sucking. The mutinee drank the whole bottle in one gasp. Sucking experience demonstrated flawlessly. :O Nevertheless, one girl and the mutinee reained as the last two contestants.
The final test was a duel. Swords were stuck on boyo-breads and so they had to duel for their boyos. LOL Sonia was attacked by treason by the mutinee, and so she was angered… which ended up in José loosing all his boyo as Sonia attacked in blind fury. The winner of the whole games deal, Sonia… What she won? A nice dinner for two at the restaurant. At first she was like yeah right, but when she was given a certificate her expression changed. Yup, the dinner was real.
Each member of the staff selected the best pirates on gear, and from the chosen group the winner was selected by applause. This time Denisse, a clean-preppy pirate, won the prize: cut and spa at a boutique in Añasco.
Gifts were given to each counselor, and final words were pronounced. And so, everyone went bye-bye. I stayed to clean up all the sand I had put on tables and around the ships, and went to congratulate the owner of the restaurant for their flawless service. Just as I recalled they gave it during old high-school reunions… Funny enough, as I went to the parking most people had left, but the ones from Aguadilla lingered in a big group, seated over cars, talking & chillin. It would be a perfect workworld if people from other regions were as they are…
So, the Pirate Bash ended, and the memories that it left on everyone were quite something… Today a supervisor was telling me that of all things that has been done here, yesterday would be the best memory for those retiring soon. Am I proud, or what? :D
It is necessary to be a kid and see the world in innocence and wonder to achieve true happiness. No money can replace the joy of sharing that comes from the heart. True story. So… With this success I simply took a tankard and digged in! Arck! Arck!
I love it when a plan comes together.
10-4
So… As I arrived early at the restaurant so I would setup the audio-visual stuff, the people of Aguadilla was already there… And ALL of them was in gear. I dressed up, as well as the staff. But we didn’t have deep faith that people would actually go as pirates… I was delighted! I should have known Aguadilla would not fail me. They are the crew of mayhem, and they have a solid “fun” vain. And so, they delivered kid-like fun. I had to go home to get some light extensions, so when I arrived the people that were going to the island had already left. Bu I was not stranded alone. Some leftovers from Mayaguez started to arrive, mainly with pirate props… Ah! Their faces as the people from the island arrived! A lesson in how to have REAL fun, from Mayhem Crew. Thank-you, mateys.
The presentation inside the restaurant began. Counselors were called upon, as their childhood-adolescence pics appeared on screen, and a small semblance on what they wanted to be when they grew up and the like was read. Some even cried, as they have not seen the pics in years. They were wet with water pistols each time they said something, and some where asked to stand on chairs and sing. At the end of each semblance, they were asked to dance the “Pelúa", an old school bus tradition. The kids…ermm… counselors… loved it. The “punishments”, being tied up on a column, gunned with water, attacked with water-bombs… The pirate staff had a water-blast from it all. As the presentation went on, food was served. The restaurant’s organization was flawless as I expected (that’s why I recommended it). After the presentation I gave a small recess showing pictures from the island adventure thanks to a co-workers’ digicam. Evidence of MiceIsland’s Piracy has been recorded for a lifetime. Evidence of a couple’s after death love was recorded. Evidence of the Captain being tied up and shot was recorded. Evidence of tight people becoming party animals was recorded. Evidence of all region’s zones mingling in true camaraderie was recorded. Yup, the kids had fun… And it was not over yet.
Lunch ended, and the official activities for the kids began. I had made 2 ships as stage, not only for show but for the games. Two groups were divided, each had to be inside each ship. Pirates were given ammo (black ping-pong balls that acted as cannonballs) and they were expected to fire at each other. The ship with more balls inside its floor would loose. As the battle began, I played the Pirates of the Caribbean ship fight scene on screen. LOL As the game halted they kept on fighting, throwing cannonballs to each other for longer than expected. LOL That was FUN. One ship sank, the survivors were given “casi ganadores” prizes.
So, the winning crew was lined-up, and a game of Pass the Parrot began (think Hot Potato gone shipwrecked). And the count of winners descended to 5. The so-called winners had to walk the plank in one foot, blindfolded. One of them tried mutiny, and had to walk the plank inside a potato bag. Ironically enough, he passed the test. :P So, the 3 winners had to duel drinking a bottle of ale, the fastest two would be chosen… In our case, the bottles were baby bottles, ale substituted by water. The two girls that got so far struggled with keeping their lipstick on and sucking. The mutinee drank the whole bottle in one gasp. Sucking experience demonstrated flawlessly. :O Nevertheless, one girl and the mutinee reained as the last two contestants.
The final test was a duel. Swords were stuck on boyo-breads and so they had to duel for their boyos. LOL Sonia was attacked by treason by the mutinee, and so she was angered… which ended up in José loosing all his boyo as Sonia attacked in blind fury. The winner of the whole games deal, Sonia… What she won? A nice dinner for two at the restaurant. At first she was like yeah right, but when she was given a certificate her expression changed. Yup, the dinner was real.
Each member of the staff selected the best pirates on gear, and from the chosen group the winner was selected by applause. This time Denisse, a clean-preppy pirate, won the prize: cut and spa at a boutique in Añasco.
Gifts were given to each counselor, and final words were pronounced. And so, everyone went bye-bye. I stayed to clean up all the sand I had put on tables and around the ships, and went to congratulate the owner of the restaurant for their flawless service. Just as I recalled they gave it during old high-school reunions… Funny enough, as I went to the parking most people had left, but the ones from Aguadilla lingered in a big group, seated over cars, talking & chillin. It would be a perfect workworld if people from other regions were as they are…
So, the Pirate Bash ended, and the memories that it left on everyone were quite something… Today a supervisor was telling me that of all things that has been done here, yesterday would be the best memory for those retiring soon. Am I proud, or what? :D
It is necessary to be a kid and see the world in innocence and wonder to achieve true happiness. No money can replace the joy of sharing that comes from the heart. True story. So… With this success I simply took a tankard and digged in! Arck! Arck!
I love it when a plan comes together.
10-4
V for Vendetta
Hats off and standing ovation. This movie is by far the best one I have seen in years. The feeling that overcame me when I saw the DC and then Vertigo signs at the beginning was an omen. The performance, the poetry in motion, the powerful delivery… I absolutely loved it, it enthralled me from beginning to end. It is timeless, and I wonder how mass people here should apply the same lessons to solve our political issues…
See it! If you have nothing to do, SEE IT. And if you hae an appointment, cancel it and SEE IT. No butts about it.
See it! If you have nothing to do, SEE IT. And if you hae an appointment, cancel it and SEE IT. No butts about it.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
A walk in the clouds...
Yup, still sick... Yesterday decorated the restaurant and it looks cool. Made two pirate ships: the Rotten Crab and the Lady Hook. Filled the place with sand, hopefully the owner wont mind. Working on the presentation and later on will be doing some pirate bandanas. Tomorrow is the big event, and there will be the treasure hunt as well... Yay... Ugh! Me and my ideas. I choose the worst time to get sick. I just hope it all pulls through.
Today is Trilogy's B-day, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Arck! Arck!
This place is too cold. Still have to put together all the info on the people... if I can actually DO that...
Whatever... Gotta keep it short...
10-4
Today is Trilogy's B-day, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Arck! Arck!
This place is too cold. Still have to put together all the info on the people... if I can actually DO that...
Whatever... Gotta keep it short...
10-4
Monday, March 13, 2006
sick, sea sickness perhaps?
Skipped work to complete Mission: Bank last Friday. Fast, easy find. Lucinda was happy, so we were all happy. Wheeeeeeeeeee! Once again Coriolis bombed us… Found old Joe dwelling in his lair… Replenished our tummies… And out to the island once more! It was a loooong day… I arrived feeling lousy, and so the tale as old as time unfolded… by midnight I had a high fever, everything ached and I was having delusions.
Managed to actually get on the car and drive to the doctor’s office on Saturday. Got prescriptions, and back to hibernation mode. Ongoing fever that ignored the swarm of acetaminophen. Awful. By Sunday’s late afternoon I could finally get off bed. At least the fever & aches were gone, but I have an infernal cough and a misbehaved runny nose. Whatever… LightShadow passed by, and along with Groundel we all went to hunt for food. At least something was entertaining… And so free days are over and here I am, back to Monday…
This is bad. This week is the stupid activity, and today I’m supposed to visit the restaurant & isle, and paint the boats. Tomorrow I’m supposed to pass at 4:30 by the restaurant to decorate. On wed I’m supposed to do the head pieces… And Thursday I should go along with the staff from Helios to gather the crew from Hell and have fun… or so is planned… That endeavour should cost along $30 for the food and the money that we all had to give for the counselors food… It’s a big ouch on the pocket. Plus, I am expected to attend because I’m part of the staff, no buts about it. It all sucks. I’m planning on giving instructions and the hell with it all. I may have all ideas and how to’s on my head, but I don’t see any happy gratification from it… And I feel worst than crap. Bad timing for getting sick, but nothing I can do about that. Maybe it was an omen meaning I should let the hyenas take care of the titanic so they drown with it… Whatever. It’s all disappointing…
I just want a warm bed, a nice 80s station playing on the background, and some codeine medicine pills so I sleep like a log. For the next 3 days. Now THAT would be blissful.
10-4
Managed to actually get on the car and drive to the doctor’s office on Saturday. Got prescriptions, and back to hibernation mode. Ongoing fever that ignored the swarm of acetaminophen. Awful. By Sunday’s late afternoon I could finally get off bed. At least the fever & aches were gone, but I have an infernal cough and a misbehaved runny nose. Whatever… LightShadow passed by, and along with Groundel we all went to hunt for food. At least something was entertaining… And so free days are over and here I am, back to Monday…
This is bad. This week is the stupid activity, and today I’m supposed to visit the restaurant & isle, and paint the boats. Tomorrow I’m supposed to pass at 4:30 by the restaurant to decorate. On wed I’m supposed to do the head pieces… And Thursday I should go along with the staff from Helios to gather the crew from Hell and have fun… or so is planned… That endeavour should cost along $30 for the food and the money that we all had to give for the counselors food… It’s a big ouch on the pocket. Plus, I am expected to attend because I’m part of the staff, no buts about it. It all sucks. I’m planning on giving instructions and the hell with it all. I may have all ideas and how to’s on my head, but I don’t see any happy gratification from it… And I feel worst than crap. Bad timing for getting sick, but nothing I can do about that. Maybe it was an omen meaning I should let the hyenas take care of the titanic so they drown with it… Whatever. It’s all disappointing…
I just want a warm bed, a nice 80s station playing on the background, and some codeine medicine pills so I sleep like a log. For the next 3 days. Now THAT would be blissful.
10-4
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Hyenass vs Lyoness
EXTRA EXTRA!!!
SHOWDOWN AT WORK ENDS UP IN CATFIGHT!!!
NO ONE HURT!!! FREE TRIP TO EL CARAJO!!
EXTRA EXTRA!!!
So, MsBigmouth made a mistake today, she tried to be a bigmouth with moi. You know, me… calm, quiet, passive…deadly me. MsBigmouth assumed that I would just go along with her stupidity, as people are always scared of her or just stay quiet. She was after all the BIG BITCH of the office, in attitude and other things… She spoke and the world would stop, she always had the last word, and she won every fight... No contenders or survivors. MsBigmouth, the big shit! Well... that last part may be true... she's full of it. At least her throne within the attitude realm has been taken. Another bitch is in town. She wanted attitude? She thought noone would defy her? She thought she could speak ill about an innocent victim? She thought she would have all the words in the world to make a point with her devilish tongue and actions? She was deeply wrong in underestimate calm, quiet, passive… me.
You all know I get bitchy, but you all also know that it is only when I am right and when something must be done about…something. Between friends that may be my true self, at work my aura of FEAR simply keeps people away… Sometimes the shield comes down whenever an innocent needs shelter or good advise or listening ears… But most of the time, this dragon reigns from the shadows in its full glory. At work I keep poise, smile politely and do go too deep because who needs the little people finding out things about the goddess… But sometimes action needs to appear when an offense happens in your nose, about someone who isn’t present and who happens to be a kind, beautiful soul that the hyenas want to humiliate… as they usually do. I wont let that happen as long as I breathe. The paladin in me unsheathed her sword, and with strength of words and plenty of devilish poise, she battled MsBigmouth fearlessly. The paladin would have the final word, as truth was her shield and justice burned within her sword's edge.
Oh, MsBigmouth was relentless, and hinted on raising her tone to me… Hah! I dared her with my stare and half smile. She threw her poison, but my breathweapon simply obliterated her. In subtle words I simply said the truth: She has an attitude problem, her personal problem with the victim was not to be a matter for the staff meeting, she should know the proper place and time to say things, she should acknowledge that others were better than her, had more education and instruction and manners, she should acknowledge that being loud and making shows would work in a short run, not forever, and that everything I said was not because of gossip but of facts that I have personally witnessed over time. She said she would not speak or deal with the victim, blah blah. I smiled and told her: “If that is the case, then I shouldn’t be seating here trying to help any of you. But I am a professional. I don’t have to like you to do something for the greater good… And be certain I don’t like YOU. But you don’t see me speaking ill of you, or poisoning people against you. You speak ill of someone that is good, has a good heart, works hard. I wont allow it. And if you don’t like me saying this, big deal. You said your thing, I said mine. She deserves her achievements because they have been made out of sacrifice and tears, and surviving being around your kind. She has all the right in the world to make the Invocation because her heart has no shadows and her soul is beautiful.”.
Somehow, MsBigmouth shut up. Her face changed, she was mad… but would not fight me. Guess I know too much about her. No one in the staff said anything else… Dead silence. I guess they all know I know much about each one of the pack. I didn’t left the reunion. I crossed my legs, and coyly told one of the other girls: “So, what’s next in the agenda? Oh, don’t worry about victim, she cannot attend. Her boss is not going to the activity and needs her in the office. So after all, the wish is granted. Silly comment, huh MsBigmouth?” I stayed until the end. MsBigmouth did not look at me at all. Each time she spoke I looked straight at her , with the icy daring stare I manage to give when I am really pissed… All with a mild smile.
The reunion finished. Hyenas run away. I just went to my office and put my stuff away as the time for going was near… With the door closed behind me, I cried… just because I had to let out how mad, angry, upset I had felt. A kind soul doesn’t deserve such cruel remarks and treatment. It is so unfair that thoughtless bitches could roam around destroying lives with their ill thoughts and words and then get to laugh at the expense of innocents. I have made a point of no tolerance for such beings. They think themselves the great bitches in town? They are in for a big surprise. The Lyoness is loose. Beware. I can be the biggest bitch of all if I want to, and if my target deserves it. If I see injustice, I will say/do/act. No buts about it. No second thoughts. I was surprised at myself because I kept cool through it all… Playing Lyoness has never been easy, but the entivcement of the hyenas made me a natural… Perhaps I have what it takes to be a boss after all… Hmmm… Whatever.
10-4
SHOWDOWN AT WORK ENDS UP IN CATFIGHT!!!
NO ONE HURT!!! FREE TRIP TO EL CARAJO!!
EXTRA EXTRA!!!
So, MsBigmouth made a mistake today, she tried to be a bigmouth with moi. You know, me… calm, quiet, passive…deadly me. MsBigmouth assumed that I would just go along with her stupidity, as people are always scared of her or just stay quiet. She was after all the BIG BITCH of the office, in attitude and other things… She spoke and the world would stop, she always had the last word, and she won every fight... No contenders or survivors. MsBigmouth, the big shit! Well... that last part may be true... she's full of it. At least her throne within the attitude realm has been taken. Another bitch is in town. She wanted attitude? She thought noone would defy her? She thought she could speak ill about an innocent victim? She thought she would have all the words in the world to make a point with her devilish tongue and actions? She was deeply wrong in underestimate calm, quiet, passive… me.
You all know I get bitchy, but you all also know that it is only when I am right and when something must be done about…something. Between friends that may be my true self, at work my aura of FEAR simply keeps people away… Sometimes the shield comes down whenever an innocent needs shelter or good advise or listening ears… But most of the time, this dragon reigns from the shadows in its full glory. At work I keep poise, smile politely and do go too deep because who needs the little people finding out things about the goddess… But sometimes action needs to appear when an offense happens in your nose, about someone who isn’t present and who happens to be a kind, beautiful soul that the hyenas want to humiliate… as they usually do. I wont let that happen as long as I breathe. The paladin in me unsheathed her sword, and with strength of words and plenty of devilish poise, she battled MsBigmouth fearlessly. The paladin would have the final word, as truth was her shield and justice burned within her sword's edge.
Oh, MsBigmouth was relentless, and hinted on raising her tone to me… Hah! I dared her with my stare and half smile. She threw her poison, but my breathweapon simply obliterated her. In subtle words I simply said the truth: She has an attitude problem, her personal problem with the victim was not to be a matter for the staff meeting, she should know the proper place and time to say things, she should acknowledge that others were better than her, had more education and instruction and manners, she should acknowledge that being loud and making shows would work in a short run, not forever, and that everything I said was not because of gossip but of facts that I have personally witnessed over time. She said she would not speak or deal with the victim, blah blah. I smiled and told her: “If that is the case, then I shouldn’t be seating here trying to help any of you. But I am a professional. I don’t have to like you to do something for the greater good… And be certain I don’t like YOU. But you don’t see me speaking ill of you, or poisoning people against you. You speak ill of someone that is good, has a good heart, works hard. I wont allow it. And if you don’t like me saying this, big deal. You said your thing, I said mine. She deserves her achievements because they have been made out of sacrifice and tears, and surviving being around your kind. She has all the right in the world to make the Invocation because her heart has no shadows and her soul is beautiful.”.
Somehow, MsBigmouth shut up. Her face changed, she was mad… but would not fight me. Guess I know too much about her. No one in the staff said anything else… Dead silence. I guess they all know I know much about each one of the pack. I didn’t left the reunion. I crossed my legs, and coyly told one of the other girls: “So, what’s next in the agenda? Oh, don’t worry about victim, she cannot attend. Her boss is not going to the activity and needs her in the office. So after all, the wish is granted. Silly comment, huh MsBigmouth?” I stayed until the end. MsBigmouth did not look at me at all. Each time she spoke I looked straight at her , with the icy daring stare I manage to give when I am really pissed… All with a mild smile.
The reunion finished. Hyenas run away. I just went to my office and put my stuff away as the time for going was near… With the door closed behind me, I cried… just because I had to let out how mad, angry, upset I had felt. A kind soul doesn’t deserve such cruel remarks and treatment. It is so unfair that thoughtless bitches could roam around destroying lives with their ill thoughts and words and then get to laugh at the expense of innocents. I have made a point of no tolerance for such beings. They think themselves the great bitches in town? They are in for a big surprise. The Lyoness is loose. Beware. I can be the biggest bitch of all if I want to, and if my target deserves it. If I see injustice, I will say/do/act. No buts about it. No second thoughts. I was surprised at myself because I kept cool through it all… Playing Lyoness has never been easy, but the entivcement of the hyenas made me a natural… Perhaps I have what it takes to be a boss after all… Hmmm… Whatever.
10-4
The asshole story
All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was the one in charge:
"I should be in charge," said the brain , "Because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen."
"I should be in charge," said the blood, "Because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away."
"I should be in charge," said the stomach," Because I process food and give all of you energy."
"I should be in charge," said the legs, "because I carry the body wherever it needs to go."
"I should be in charge," said the eyes, "Because I allow the body to see where it goes."
"I should be in charge," said the rectum, "Because I'm responsible for waste removal."
All the other body parts laughed at the rectum And insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.
Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, thelegs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and theblood Was toxic. They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.
The Moral of the story?
The asshole is usually in charge !!
Ain't it true, huh?
"I should be in charge," said the brain , "Because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen."
"I should be in charge," said the blood, "Because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away."
"I should be in charge," said the stomach," Because I process food and give all of you energy."
"I should be in charge," said the legs, "because I carry the body wherever it needs to go."
"I should be in charge," said the eyes, "Because I allow the body to see where it goes."
"I should be in charge," said the rectum, "Because I'm responsible for waste removal."
All the other body parts laughed at the rectum And insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.
Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, thelegs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and theblood Was toxic. They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.
The Moral of the story?
The asshole is usually in charge !!
Ain't it true, huh?
Women's Requiem
Yesterday was the Day of Women. Besides the fact that only one person, a client, was the only one to congratulate me (I forget I shouldn’t complain, for most I am an asexual entity) it is sad that there must be a specific day assigned with that in mind. Is there a men’s day? No, we need to be reminded that 364 days of the years are men’s days, one is just for women, and even in that one day not even the boss congratulates you… Hmmm… With the constant violence to which women are submitted over and over and over, that is not surprising. And the masochists teach machismo to their kids… I don’t get it. I wish there was more brains instead of pharmacy blondes that wants a family and a hubby that supports them, and to achieve that purpose they accept anything. I pity them. Maybe is my independent, pushy, bitchy, overachiever, nonconformist nature that leads people to think I am not a woman. I’m surprised they don’t think I’m a transsexual or something…
Well… I don’t need a man, unlike 95% of females in this cursed piece of Earth. Wanting is not needing. Somewhere in translation, women treat need as want and vice-versa. The traditional genre tasks dictates men should be providers, women are weak and belong in the house raising a family and being a neatherthal’s slave. Men underestimate women’s work in the house, as family keepers and even more as professionals that juggle everything. At work you see it everyday. Sometimes, I’ll say 75% of the time, it is women’s own fault because they don’t understand that a workplace is not the place to talk about babies, makeup and sex. The other 25% are dismissed as unimportant, ignorant bitches that think they know what they are doing but really don’t. Yup, those are the bosses I have faced, I’m so damn tired of proving myself… At work you are expcted to be a professional and a very alluring sexual decoration. That is what I have witnessed, as bimbos earn more than I do just because they show their assets. Well… Sorry but I won’t get in that list. I believe that if a man can do it, a woman can do it better. A pity most women have been raised by machist ladies who impose an attitude of suck it up… literally.
Will take my frustrations elsewhere. No one listens anyway… But I’ll fight the real enemy, always.
10-4
Well… I don’t need a man, unlike 95% of females in this cursed piece of Earth. Wanting is not needing. Somewhere in translation, women treat need as want and vice-versa. The traditional genre tasks dictates men should be providers, women are weak and belong in the house raising a family and being a neatherthal’s slave. Men underestimate women’s work in the house, as family keepers and even more as professionals that juggle everything. At work you see it everyday. Sometimes, I’ll say 75% of the time, it is women’s own fault because they don’t understand that a workplace is not the place to talk about babies, makeup and sex. The other 25% are dismissed as unimportant, ignorant bitches that think they know what they are doing but really don’t. Yup, those are the bosses I have faced, I’m so damn tired of proving myself… At work you are expcted to be a professional and a very alluring sexual decoration. That is what I have witnessed, as bimbos earn more than I do just because they show their assets. Well… Sorry but I won’t get in that list. I believe that if a man can do it, a woman can do it better. A pity most women have been raised by machist ladies who impose an attitude of suck it up… literally.
Will take my frustrations elsewhere. No one listens anyway… But I’ll fight the real enemy, always.
10-4
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I was having a not-so-bad day, when a deep downer came my way… Now I am feeling quite sad… Not much to do about it, though…
Got news that a girl at work, the one I call the puertorrican elf, lost her baby two-three days ago. She was on her 7th month, and after feeling some weird pains her hubby took her to the hospital. There the scanner & doctors revealed the baby was dead, it had no liquid. She was narrating the whole experience seemingly calm… Well, the girl is barely 18, she has her whole life to try and succeed on that matter… but it is a bad punch, since her whole life has been a struggle and a chaotic evil cloud. Being a mom actually was making her feel that life was worth living, a smile was always in her face even if all these months were a bad thing because she couldn’t actually eat much… Whatever. It is sad. But one thing is certain: She was too young and had too many troubles to actually be thinking of having a kid. I hope that all the energy that she put into that endeavour is now put to studying and healing her self. Leomaries is a lovely young lady that has survived many ordeals, and seems life is just focused on making her toughen up… I hope all has been for the best. I hope she knows she can count on me for anything.
10-4
Got news that a girl at work, the one I call the puertorrican elf, lost her baby two-three days ago. She was on her 7th month, and after feeling some weird pains her hubby took her to the hospital. There the scanner & doctors revealed the baby was dead, it had no liquid. She was narrating the whole experience seemingly calm… Well, the girl is barely 18, she has her whole life to try and succeed on that matter… but it is a bad punch, since her whole life has been a struggle and a chaotic evil cloud. Being a mom actually was making her feel that life was worth living, a smile was always in her face even if all these months were a bad thing because she couldn’t actually eat much… Whatever. It is sad. But one thing is certain: She was too young and had too many troubles to actually be thinking of having a kid. I hope that all the energy that she put into that endeavour is now put to studying and healing her self. Leomaries is a lovely young lady that has survived many ordeals, and seems life is just focused on making her toughen up… I hope all has been for the best. I hope she knows she can count on me for anything.
10-4
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Por que el pollo cruzo el camino
EL CASO: Un pollo al borde de una carretera. La cruza.
PREGUNTA: ¿porqué el pollo ha cruzado la carretera?
Las siguientes son las respuestas a tan importante enigma:
RENÉ DESCARTES: para ir al otro lado.
PLATÓN: Por su bien. Al otro lado de la carretera se encuentra la Verdad.
ARISTÓTELES: Está en la naturaleza del pollo el cruzar las carreteras
KARL MARX: Era históricamente inevitable
CAPITAN JAMES T. KIRK: para llegar adonde ningún otro pollo había llegado antes.
HIPOCRATES: Ha cruzado la carretera por culpa de un exceso de secreciones en el páncreas.
MARTIN LUTHER KING JR: He tenido un sueño donde todos los pollos eran libres de cruzar una carretera sin tener que justificar sus actos
MOISÉS: Y Dios descendió del paraíso y Le dijo al pollo: "cruza la carretera". Y el pollo cruzó y Él vio que esto era bueno.
RICHARD M.NIXON: El pollo no cruzó la carretera, repito, el pollo no cruzó nunca la carretera.
NICOLÁS MAQUIAVELO: Lo importante es que el pollo cruzó la carretera. ¿A quien importa el porqué? Solamente el fin de atravesar la carretera ya justifica cualquier motivo que hubiera tenido.
SIGMUND FREUD: El hecho de que te preocupe porqué el pollo cruzó la carretera ya revela tu fuerte sentimiento de inseguridad sexual latente.
BILL GATES: precisamente acabamos de terminar el nuevo programa "OfficePollo2003" que además de cruzar las carreteras, será capaz de incubar huevos, archivar los documentos importantes, etc...
BUDA: preguntarse tal cosa (porqué el pollo cruzó la carretera) es renegar de tu propia naturaleza de pollo
GALILEO: y sin embargo, cruza
FEDERICO TRILLO Y ANA PALACIO: puede que cruzara o puede que no cruzara
JOSE MARIA AZNAR: mire usted, el pollo iba en misión humanitaria
ZAPATERO: señor pollo, ¡déjenos en paz! (retomo a los franceses)
LA IGLESIA DE LA CIENCIOLOGIA: La razón está en vosotros, pero no la conocéis todavía. Mediante un módico pago de 1.500, más el alquiler de un detector de mentiras, le haremos una análisis psicológico que nos permitir descubrir la razón.
BILL CLINTON: Juro sobre la constitución que no ha pasado nada entre el pollo y yo.
EINSTEIN: El hecho de que sea el pollo el que cruce la carretera o que sea la carretera la que se mueve bajo el pollo es relativo al referencial.
ZEN: el pollo puede cruzar la carretera en vano, solo el Maestro conoce el ruido de su sombra detrás de la pared.
STALIN: hay que fusilar al pollo inmediatamente, y también a los testigos de la escena y a 10 personas más escogidas al azar por no haber impedido este acto subversivo
GEORGE W. BUSH: El hecho de que el pollo haya cruzado la carretera con toda impunidad a pesar de las resoluciones de la ONU representa un grave ataque a la democracia, la justicia y la libertad. Esto prueba sin ninguna duda que teníamos que haber bombardeado esta carretera hace tiempo. Con el objetivo de garantizar la paz en esa región, y para evitar que los valores que defendemos sean otra vez atacados por este tipo de terrorismo, el gobierno de los Estados Unidos de América ha decidido enviar 17 portaaviones, 46 destructores y 154 fragatas, con el apoyo desde tierra de 243.000 soldados de infantería y por el aire de 846 bombarderos, que tendrán por misión, en nombre de la libertad y de la democracia, el eliminar todo asomo de vida en los gallineros a 5.000 km a la redonda, y después, asegurarse con unos disparos de misiles muy precisos de que todo lo que parezca de lejos o de cerca un gallinero sea reducido a un montón de cenizas y no pueda nunca más desafiar a nuestra nación con su arrogancia. Hemos decidido también que después, este país será generosamente dirigido por nuestro gobierno, que reconstruirá gallineros según las normas vigentes de seguridad, poniendo a su frente a un gallo elegido democráticamente por el embajador de los USA. Para financiar todas estas reconstrucciones, nos conformaremos con el control absoluto de toda la producción de cereales de la región durante 30 años, sabiendo que los habitantes locales se beneficiaran de una tarifa preferente sobre una parte de la producción, a cambio de su total cooperación. En este nuevo país de justicia, paz y libertad, podemos asegurarles que nunca más un pollo intentará cruzar una carretera, por la simple razón que no habrá más carreteras y que los pollos no tendrán patas. Que Dios bendiga a América.
LEONEL FERNANDEZ: ha sido por negligencia del gobierno, que no llevado una política diáfana en lo que a la cría de plumíferos se refiere...Este infeliz pollo es una víctima más de la indiferencia estatal y del mal manejo de los recursos del Estado!
HIPOLITO MEJIA: yo le doy una pela a ese pollo cualquier día por afrentoso. Qué es lo que tiene que estar en el medio, cruzando la carretera? Acaso los pollos pagan placa en este país?
VINCHO CASTILLO: tenemos pruebas fehacientes de que el pollo fue presionado a cruzar la carretera como parte de unas maquinaciones malévolas, de modo que cuando estuviese fuera del gallinero, las autoridades se lo incautaran todo: su nido, sus huevos, su alimento especial. Esto ha sido un caldo -- digo, un plan -- cocinado por la "tormenta" Malkún.
ALVAREZ RENTA: cuando el pollo cruzó la carretera, ya había vendido sus acciones de Pio Pio Incorporated a una empresa propiedad de un taíno que tenía intereses en La Pinta, La Niña y La Santamaria Limited, financiada por una tal Isabel The Catholic, que recibió fondos de un tal Nabucodonosor, accionista principal en la compañía constructora The Babel Tower Holdings...
RAMON BAEZ FIGUEROA: no tengo comentarios, dejaré que esto lo aclaren mis abogados... (fuera de cámara: "ahora na má falta que también me echen la culpa por esta vaina del pollo...")
VIERNA DARGUTH: Sinceramente, si el pollo cruzó el camino es porque le dió la gana. Cuidao que le buscamos las cinco patas al gato para todo... Señores, vivan sus vidas sin estar pendientes a los pollos que cruzaron la calle y que nunca explicaron sus motivos. Dejen de ser tan entrometidos! Puede parecer patético, pero esto es precisamente lo que la gente hace con sus problemas y sus vidas, divagar sobre el pollo ajeno, sobre las razones ajenas, sobre los motivos ajenos... Y sobre todo ASUMIR posiciones que es muy probable que el pollo nunca racionalizó (es un animal despues de todo). Tristemente aquí el pollo se convierte en una alegoría de la persona común que cruza la calle y que la gente despelleja con chismes y comentarios que a la larga nada tiene que ver con el pollo... digo, con la persona. Hmmm... Una gran lección, no? Aprendamos de ella...
Próxima pregunta:
Quién vino primero, el pollo o el huevo...
10-4
PREGUNTA: ¿porqué el pollo ha cruzado la carretera?
Las siguientes son las respuestas a tan importante enigma:
RENÉ DESCARTES: para ir al otro lado.
PLATÓN: Por su bien. Al otro lado de la carretera se encuentra la Verdad.
ARISTÓTELES: Está en la naturaleza del pollo el cruzar las carreteras
KARL MARX: Era históricamente inevitable
CAPITAN JAMES T. KIRK: para llegar adonde ningún otro pollo había llegado antes.
HIPOCRATES: Ha cruzado la carretera por culpa de un exceso de secreciones en el páncreas.
MARTIN LUTHER KING JR: He tenido un sueño donde todos los pollos eran libres de cruzar una carretera sin tener que justificar sus actos
MOISÉS: Y Dios descendió del paraíso y Le dijo al pollo: "cruza la carretera". Y el pollo cruzó y Él vio que esto era bueno.
RICHARD M.NIXON: El pollo no cruzó la carretera, repito, el pollo no cruzó nunca la carretera.
NICOLÁS MAQUIAVELO: Lo importante es que el pollo cruzó la carretera. ¿A quien importa el porqué? Solamente el fin de atravesar la carretera ya justifica cualquier motivo que hubiera tenido.
SIGMUND FREUD: El hecho de que te preocupe porqué el pollo cruzó la carretera ya revela tu fuerte sentimiento de inseguridad sexual latente.
BILL GATES: precisamente acabamos de terminar el nuevo programa "OfficePollo2003" que además de cruzar las carreteras, será capaz de incubar huevos, archivar los documentos importantes, etc...
BUDA: preguntarse tal cosa (porqué el pollo cruzó la carretera) es renegar de tu propia naturaleza de pollo
GALILEO: y sin embargo, cruza
FEDERICO TRILLO Y ANA PALACIO: puede que cruzara o puede que no cruzara
JOSE MARIA AZNAR: mire usted, el pollo iba en misión humanitaria
ZAPATERO: señor pollo, ¡déjenos en paz! (retomo a los franceses)
LA IGLESIA DE LA CIENCIOLOGIA: La razón está en vosotros, pero no la conocéis todavía. Mediante un módico pago de 1.500, más el alquiler de un detector de mentiras, le haremos una análisis psicológico que nos permitir descubrir la razón.
BILL CLINTON: Juro sobre la constitución que no ha pasado nada entre el pollo y yo.
EINSTEIN: El hecho de que sea el pollo el que cruce la carretera o que sea la carretera la que se mueve bajo el pollo es relativo al referencial.
ZEN: el pollo puede cruzar la carretera en vano, solo el Maestro conoce el ruido de su sombra detrás de la pared.
STALIN: hay que fusilar al pollo inmediatamente, y también a los testigos de la escena y a 10 personas más escogidas al azar por no haber impedido este acto subversivo
GEORGE W. BUSH: El hecho de que el pollo haya cruzado la carretera con toda impunidad a pesar de las resoluciones de la ONU representa un grave ataque a la democracia, la justicia y la libertad. Esto prueba sin ninguna duda que teníamos que haber bombardeado esta carretera hace tiempo. Con el objetivo de garantizar la paz en esa región, y para evitar que los valores que defendemos sean otra vez atacados por este tipo de terrorismo, el gobierno de los Estados Unidos de América ha decidido enviar 17 portaaviones, 46 destructores y 154 fragatas, con el apoyo desde tierra de 243.000 soldados de infantería y por el aire de 846 bombarderos, que tendrán por misión, en nombre de la libertad y de la democracia, el eliminar todo asomo de vida en los gallineros a 5.000 km a la redonda, y después, asegurarse con unos disparos de misiles muy precisos de que todo lo que parezca de lejos o de cerca un gallinero sea reducido a un montón de cenizas y no pueda nunca más desafiar a nuestra nación con su arrogancia. Hemos decidido también que después, este país será generosamente dirigido por nuestro gobierno, que reconstruirá gallineros según las normas vigentes de seguridad, poniendo a su frente a un gallo elegido democráticamente por el embajador de los USA. Para financiar todas estas reconstrucciones, nos conformaremos con el control absoluto de toda la producción de cereales de la región durante 30 años, sabiendo que los habitantes locales se beneficiaran de una tarifa preferente sobre una parte de la producción, a cambio de su total cooperación. En este nuevo país de justicia, paz y libertad, podemos asegurarles que nunca más un pollo intentará cruzar una carretera, por la simple razón que no habrá más carreteras y que los pollos no tendrán patas. Que Dios bendiga a América.
LEONEL FERNANDEZ: ha sido por negligencia del gobierno, que no llevado una política diáfana en lo que a la cría de plumíferos se refiere...Este infeliz pollo es una víctima más de la indiferencia estatal y del mal manejo de los recursos del Estado!
HIPOLITO MEJIA: yo le doy una pela a ese pollo cualquier día por afrentoso. Qué es lo que tiene que estar en el medio, cruzando la carretera? Acaso los pollos pagan placa en este país?
VINCHO CASTILLO: tenemos pruebas fehacientes de que el pollo fue presionado a cruzar la carretera como parte de unas maquinaciones malévolas, de modo que cuando estuviese fuera del gallinero, las autoridades se lo incautaran todo: su nido, sus huevos, su alimento especial. Esto ha sido un caldo -- digo, un plan -- cocinado por la "tormenta" Malkún.
ALVAREZ RENTA: cuando el pollo cruzó la carretera, ya había vendido sus acciones de Pio Pio Incorporated a una empresa propiedad de un taíno que tenía intereses en La Pinta, La Niña y La Santamaria Limited, financiada por una tal Isabel The Catholic, que recibió fondos de un tal Nabucodonosor, accionista principal en la compañía constructora The Babel Tower Holdings...
RAMON BAEZ FIGUEROA: no tengo comentarios, dejaré que esto lo aclaren mis abogados... (fuera de cámara: "ahora na má falta que también me echen la culpa por esta vaina del pollo...")
VIERNA DARGUTH: Sinceramente, si el pollo cruzó el camino es porque le dió la gana. Cuidao que le buscamos las cinco patas al gato para todo... Señores, vivan sus vidas sin estar pendientes a los pollos que cruzaron la calle y que nunca explicaron sus motivos. Dejen de ser tan entrometidos! Puede parecer patético, pero esto es precisamente lo que la gente hace con sus problemas y sus vidas, divagar sobre el pollo ajeno, sobre las razones ajenas, sobre los motivos ajenos... Y sobre todo ASUMIR posiciones que es muy probable que el pollo nunca racionalizó (es un animal despues de todo). Tristemente aquí el pollo se convierte en una alegoría de la persona común que cruza la calle y que la gente despelleja con chismes y comentarios que a la larga nada tiene que ver con el pollo... digo, con la persona. Hmmm... Una gran lección, no? Aprendamos de ella...
Próxima pregunta:
Quién vino primero, el pollo o el huevo...
10-4
Been looking for pirate stuff, getting ideas for the counselors activity. Today TV was cool, showing Salems Lot early at midday. Went to check out furniture so I would suffer a bit, me and my masochist side... And visited Lucinda just because I can.
Watched the end of La Academia and I was baffled. Just because Mariana is hot by public standards, she didn't deserve the 1st place... I can't believe that the fat girl was out, she demonstarted being the true showwoman of the program every week... And I can't believe they gave Afid a 4th place when he deserved a 2nd or 3rd... Public's votes are based only on looks, not talent. The usual. It sucks.
Need to go get gas early in the morning, my car is almost empty and I didn't realize it... BTW, yesterday was the premier of TLC's Logging in for love. Ewwww! Corny and stereotypical... WNTW still rules. Discovered some shows that are VERY interesting on HGTV. Whatever...
Need my beauty sleep. Sayonara!
Watched the end of La Academia and I was baffled. Just because Mariana is hot by public standards, she didn't deserve the 1st place... I can't believe that the fat girl was out, she demonstarted being the true showwoman of the program every week... And I can't believe they gave Afid a 4th place when he deserved a 2nd or 3rd... Public's votes are based only on looks, not talent. The usual. It sucks.
Need to go get gas early in the morning, my car is almost empty and I didn't realize it... BTW, yesterday was the premier of TLC's Logging in for love. Ewwww! Corny and stereotypical... WNTW still rules. Discovered some shows that are VERY interesting on HGTV. Whatever...
Need my beauty sleep. Sayonara!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Changing a little here and there... Finally recovered the past old posts that were missing from the list... Still editing, but gotta sleep, so bear with me!
Decisions, decisions:
San German: PhD Psy Consulting & PhD Industrial Psy
Ponce: PhD Clinical Psy & PsyD Clinical Psy, and MS Social Work
So... Which to choose? I'm inclined towards Social Work, PhD Consulting, or Psy Clinical Psy. Any comments?
At work, playing chess... Got letter from RUM... Will see if it makes a difference... Gotta change my career even if it means more work/headaches. Better die happily and swiftly than in a slow rot...
10-4
Decisions, decisions:
San German: PhD Psy Consulting & PhD Industrial Psy
Ponce: PhD Clinical Psy & PsyD Clinical Psy, and MS Social Work
So... Which to choose? I'm inclined towards Social Work, PhD Consulting, or Psy Clinical Psy. Any comments?
At work, playing chess... Got letter from RUM... Will see if it makes a difference... Gotta change my career even if it means more work/headaches. Better die happily and swiftly than in a slow rot...
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