unicidades

Some people, despite the fact that they claim to be cat people, are dog people. That's why they smile when they hold dogs and not cats. I have a picture and I can prove my point. Those people don't know what they're talking about. But I know dogs make them happy.

He said he wanted to shake me out of it. He wanted me to wake up. As it happens sometimes, reality called instead. That was the real wake up call.

Reading The dark side of love : the positive role of our negative feelings by Jane Goldberg.

One day I was at work and a customer came over to me to ask me out. It turns out he happens to have a girlfriend and let me just clarify it: she's also a customer. I turned him down at least a couple of times. Later I’ve heard he was asking my co-workers out as well. Apparently, he was desperate. (More on this matter on my next posts about dating and men). He confessed to me - without me even asking him (it seems to me that he suffers of a very severe case of diarrhea of the mouth) - that the reason why they were still together was that every single time he tried to break things off, she would start crying. Maybe, at this point, you are pondering that he's a nice and compassionate guy. I do know that people are not good or bad. But I do know the difference between right and wrong. I saw him again today after (let's just throw a luckily in there to emphasize that I am not into him at all) a long hiatus. He came to talk to me and again without me asking, he gave me the news.

An amazing song by Melody Gardot.

Three years ago I shaved my hair because my mom was sick. In the same year, I wanted to divorce my ex-husband who had married me in 2001 and who had brought me to the United States. I don't know if I feel even more empty now or in the years that we were married. The day I got my citizenship and I was alone in that chair, I felt like crying. My mom wasn't there, he wasn't there. It seemed like I was starting all over, all alone. I miss my hair. I miss that feeling of being wild and naive at the same time. I miss being in college, actually. I used to feel precious. I used to feel different. I was the one who didn't do anything everybody else did. I didn't do drugs, I didn't have sex, I didn't party. I worked and I waited to meet the right person. I was concerned with my future. I wanted to be a better person. I wanted to have it all. I didn't write about my mom this year on May 16th. I did think about her that day as I always do. I didn't k

Chasing Pavements.

Impressions. March 2009.

This time I bought two new bottles of French and Italian perfume and a few bottles of hair products. A couple of new scents will sure lift my spirit and hopefully, I will build new memories with these new fragrances.

I hate Miami. It's as simple as that.

A poem to remind me of the last words I offered you. Only if I could.

If someone else comes to the library and asks how I am doing, I am going to scream.

I think some people think that I am a dingbat. Well, I am just patient. I wait until I can't take it anymore. Observation is key. I am no dingbat, Mr. You. On the contrary.

I think I am tired of (helping) dumb people. No, I am positive. I need a new job and a new career, a new city, new interests, new friends, a new pet, a new place, new clothes... Got it?

Janine & Piuca hiding from the rain.

A blonde-ish version of me. Or better yet, a manifestation of my desire to look like Piuca.

Late last night, I was listening to Evening Jazz and this song was playing: I wish you love.   I also wish you could see the things I see. I wish I could trust you again and laugh at your jokes and embrace your silence. I wish I could repair what's broken, go back in time and meet you again. I wish I could tell you about how much in love with you I was, what my dreams with you meant. I wish you could know me and talk to me from your heart instead of your ego.  Best of luck to you. I wish you the best of all. 

"People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent." -- Bob Dylan I am on the road to becoming a bitch.

If my grandmother were alive, she would be turning 99 today. I miss her teachings and her way of being.

Mais um que se vai. Dessa vez ele tem que buscar suas coisas. Empacotar. Caminhar pela casa que ousamos chamar de nossa, talvez nem por bem cem dias, e ir-se. Como num filme de Allen, mais uma relacao que fracassa. O comeco e sempre promissor. Eu vou fazer isto, aquilo e aquele outro. E tu vais me amar direitinho, com respeito, inspirando-me confianca, com cuidado, com zelo, com carinho sempre. Nao te pedia muito. Nao tinhas que ter dinheiro, um imperio, superficialidades. Mas tinhas que ter integridade e muito amor. Disso eu nunca abriria mao. E se o fizesse estaria mentindo para alguem que eu tento respeitar todos os dias e com a qual tenho que conviver pelo resto da minha vida: eu mesma. Por isso amanha pela manha, tu vens. Nao para me fazer feliz, nao para fazer amor, nao para fazer a realidade mais amena, nao para sermos amigos. Vens para sair e enfrentar o mundo por ti mesmo. No equilibrio de duas maos e passos solitarios.  My favorite quotes:  I saac Davis : Why is life worth li

Me parece engracado que alguem que nao sabe porra nenhuma da vida queira fazer diagnostico psicologico dos outros. Nem mesmo um amigo psicologo faria isso. Seria anti-etico para dizer o minimo. A pessoa em questao nao tem as minimas qualificacoes para fazer tal diagnostico. E baseia sua opiniao em artigos da Wikipedia para tal.

Silent.