Barbados Non-Slim

Lamento no poder llorar. En algún punto agoté esa opción.

Y es que ahora conviene mostrar algo de emoción humana. Pero no es mi turno. No logro hacer compatible lo que quiere mi cabeza con lo que existe en el mundo. Y ya no entiendo por qué no me deprimo, si el por qué no me importa. Es por fin el momento en el que me he vuelto la cáscara de un humano.

Brian, what would your wandering feet do?

Lo último en mí quiere cantar. Y no puedo.

Try, please, just try!

Men are usually clueless. But we love them that way. Or so we think...

But us, womenfolk are to blame. Seriously. We philander our life devoting at least one third of it(the one that according to NatGeo, we don't spend in the bathroom), in service of a male. A father, brother, grandfather, boyfriend, fiance, groom, son, teenager, lover or whatever. And we make them lazy.

Most of the time we want them to look neat. And instead of teaching them how to look neat, we mend everything about them to suit a twisted gender mentality. Then we get pissed when they can't hold the neatness in place... being that they never had to or knew how.

And then we say that phrase: "Try, please, jut TRY"
Try what? An attempt at independence? You told him to be dependent!!!

I hate that phrase.
It's for women, parents, couples, coworkers and many others alike.
I've said it myself, and disgusted myself afterwards.

When it gets reversed is even worse. Try what, hon? To understand you lack the ability to sacrifice a bit of your ego and time for me? To tolerate your shopping sprees with money from a shared account? To reason out the fact that you have been pampered a bit too much by the Female Dark Side all these years, and you want me to join the Empire?

I'm sorry, I'm just too much of a Jedi for you. And that's why you don't exist right now, dear.

Singing 00

Ever felt that some songs NEED just a tad bit more to be perfect for the ocassion? A change in the tune, maybe? An extra cussword or two?

I found one. It's called "Dos cosas tuyas", which basically goes on about this one particular lover wanting to give back the other side whatever memories they have together. It totally flashbacks to that time when you and Johnny took out half of the contents on your high school lockers, put it in a box and shoved it to each other; and plus, changed the locks.

But it doesn't just cover it for me. Thus, I tried my hand at making it a new version. It sounds so good in Spanish I'm not really sure I want to translate it to English.

Tengo, tengo yo dos cosas tuyas,
un rizo de tus cabellos,
y un beso que te robé.

Quiero, cuando el tiempo sea el correcto,
devolverte estos recuerdos,
que aún juegan con mi ser

Being Cherry

Chér, chérrie, cheery, cherry...

I'm putting this blog over the old one, because frankly, it was too depressing.

Dunno what I'll be writing. Don't even ask. Whatever comes to mind and whenever it does.

But I'll keep you posted