NOISE

Why am I so afraid of listening to myself?
I go and create all this noise around me... para ahogar el silencio... para no escuchar lo que digo por dentro.
Evito estar sola, evito pensar. Distraccion por todos lados. ruidos, voces, caricias... El carro, la ciudad... la musica. Mi calendario. Soy una gitana con tantos rumbos, a veces me doy el lujo de ignorar, y no importa. De todas maneras hay ruido.

Ruidos constantes, unos vienen y van, pero otros son permanentes. Quien es mi permanente? eres tú? Estoy segura? no lo sé... porque tanto ruido temporal me distrae y no puedo pensar.

Lo siento, no tengo tiempo para pensar. Tengo miedo de saber a que conclusión llegaria. Que significa eso? significa que tengo miedo de enterarme que no te quiero en mi vida? o miedo de enterarme que no puedo vivir sin ti?

O es posible que tenga miedo de las dos cosas? Y a quien le voy con esa queja????

UN PARENTESIS...

"I truly believe we are connected to more than one and it is just a matter of time and space when or if we connect with others"

Office Space

I hate office birthdays, actually... I hate all office celebrations that take place IN THE OFFICE. I might not care much for outings like "happy hour" or "Coffee at Starbucks".. hanging out with my co-workers only reminds me of work. BUUUT I don't mind the special times we spend out at an event like in a hotel, or special restaurant or places in general (where alcohol is being served) cocktails make me happy

Today it was someone's last day at work. There was fanfare, cake and ice cream (why? why cake and ice cream? why not flan, or key lime pie, or even tea and cookies???) but that's not the problem... Everyone either forgot or did not know that it was "Janice's" birthday. Man... that sux! cuz everyone was celebrating in the row next door, while plain Janice dressed up so cute today and came to work to be ignored... I felt bad and grabbed a bunch of people with a piece of cake and a candle and went and sang happy birthday. we all felt like asses. But I think that if we didn't celebrate ANYTHING AT ALL we would spare ourselves of this kind of heart ache!

WHY do we do this to ourselves?! and who said that it has to be done? this is like subjecting me to someone elses's religion as far as I'm concerned...
I have a lot of work that I would rather be ignoring! sites to surf, BLOGS TO WRITE... and at least this time I didn't have to pay any $$, because most of the time we end up having to pay for all this just because someone else had the 'intention' ... WHY?

When people live my job, I say good bye, I wish them the best and then I move on. I don't see the need to follow up with each person. I certainly don't see the need to visit. I never do. If I visit one of my old jobs is because it just so happens to be my favourite restaurant. But not the other ones. you're done... good... laterz... have a nice LIFE. So many new people to meet, why you wanna care about the ones you already know!?

FRIENDSHIP FOR SALE

Why do some people put great friendships in jeopardy just for a little cash?!!
if you owe someone money, and that person is your friend... just hit them up and tell them "hey I dont' have your cash, but gimme some time and I'll get it for you" ... don't IGNORE THEIR CALLS or RUN AWAY FROM THEM!
that is SO STUPID!!

or even worse, TRY TO MAKE A CROOKED PROFIT OUT OF A FRIEND!
so wrong!!!

I feel bad when I owe someone money, but even worse when I see that people who owe me money are running away from you. It makes me feel stupid, insulted!

WHY? because I was the only DUMBASS who believed you are a responsible human being! and now you're proving ME wrong and the world RIGHT!

another thing, if you ever lose something... don't go around pointing fingers! you will find your shit and then feel like an ass for having accused people!

The End

This is the end, how do I convince myself? I've tried so many times. I want it to be the end, the end of something is nothing but the beginning of something else.

I think I would like to refer to this as the beginning of something else. This is not the end, but the beginning.

I bore easily, I like beginnings!