Monthly Archives: June 2009

Tonight tonight tonight…

... I wanna be with you tonight tonight tonight

And here I am!!

My laptop is repaired!! YAY!!! I missed my laptop… *snif snif* And all of you!!! :_(

I have things to tell you, lots of things to tell you… BUT I’ll tell you next week… because I’ll be at the beach this weekend!

Meanwhile, I want to share this song with you!


I kissed you goodbye at the airport.
I held you so close to me.
I said ‘So here we are now and I can’t stop from crying Lilly’.
And you said ‘Hey hey hoo, you know this is the way to go
You will forget about me when I’m on that plane.
Forget about me when I’m on that plane.’

Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you tonight

The plane took off and my love went with it.
The chilly wind whipped my both cheeks hard.
And the man next to me said ‘Everything is gonna be alright’.
I said ‘Nothing is gonna be alright, but thank you anyway’.
And then I saw your face in the airplane window.
I waved my hands and I shouted to you:

Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you tonight

I wore a T-shirt and my worn out hat.
Abandoned as a summer cat.
And as I stood there as a broken hearted I realized you got the car keys still.
So I broke into my own old car.
I fell asleep on the passenger seat.
I dreamed of summer sex with you and you whispered in my ear:

Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you tonight
Why can’t you leave me tomorrow instead?
Why can’t you leave me tomorrow instead?

And above the clouds she said to her self ‘I can’t believe how naive a man can be.
That’s why I love you so and that’s why I can’t be with you…’

Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you Tonight tonight tonight tonight
I wanna be with you tonight

I kissed you goodbye at the airport.
I held you so close to me.
I said ‘So here we are now and I can’t stop from crying Lilly’.


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RIP

I’m writting this post, from Jimmy’s computer. My laptop has died. RIP.


I won’t be able to write any post until I have my computer working again… :_(

I’ll miss you all!

Superstitions

I’ve never considered  myself a superstitious person. But maybe I’m. Just a little. Well, a little little… much. Or just a LOT.

The fact is that there are lots of superstitions, and many are universal. And there are many people who are superstitious. But I always found it funny… and ridiculous.

When I was 17, I had a friend (my best friend) who was ver VERY superstitious. Extremely superstitious. One day I opened my umbrella in class. Accidentally, of course. I never imagined the scale of her belief in supertitions. When she saw my umbrella, opened, indoors… she started to shout hysterically and run away. I laughed out loud.  I couldn’t believe someone could be afraid of an umbrella. She told me I would be very unlucky… but it didn’t bring me bad luck! To be honest, I was pretty lucky. Though my friend was used to be very unlucky…


I never believed that opening an umbrella indoors, spilling salt, or breaking a mirror could bring bad luck. {Well, it depends. If I spill some salt or break a mirror, maybe my mom gets really angry. And that could be considered bad luck. So from that perspective, yes, breaking a mirror and spilling salt bring bad luck. At least, for me and while I live with my parents…}

Anyway, despite these isolated facts, I don’t really believe these things bring bad luck. Nor walking under a ladder, number 13, black cats… But I have created my own superstition instead. And I’ll tell you. But you must promise not to laugh at me. Please. {I know you will laugh…}

Okay, I’ll start from the beginning. I was in my 3rd year of college. One winter day, I was wearing some cute socks. I loved that socks. They were pink. And I had an aweful day. I thought someone had given me the evil eye, or something. The following week, I decided to wear the same socks, because I needed to wear something I liked and made me feel happy, since it was a cold, rainy, cloudy, ugly day. So I wore them. My pink socks. So cute… Until I came home that night, soaked to the skin, my shoes flooded, and my pink socks drenched. It was raining all day, and the campus was flooded. And my car was parked in the middle of a recently created “lake”. Great day. I still thought it was just a bad day. Then I decided to wear those socks the same day I had one of the most important exams of my degree. I don’t think it’s necessary to tell you how the exam went… 😦

And that’s when I realized. My dear socks. Those cute pink socks… ungrateful evils!! I loved my pink socks so much, and they brought me bad luck! Since then I’ve avoided wearing them. And that’s how I became superstitious! I have some good luck socks in a drawer and some cursed ones, in another. Ridiculous, I know. *sigh*

And you? Are you superstitious? Do you have any amulet/talisman/charm? Do you have any anecdote?

4.5 years together!

Yesterday was June 17th. It was an important date. It wasn’t our anniversay. BUT it was our “monthversary”.

We made 4 years and 6 months!!! YAY! We couldn’t celebrate it properly, so this Friday we’ll have dinner in a restaurant and go to the movies! Maybe some comedy…

I’m so glad it still feels like the first months… 🙂


I love you, Jimmy!!!

Nihon no otoko (Continued)

Previously on My Happy Ending:

“I had Japanese class… She is quite rude… but who is he? — He’s going to be here with us, and YOU are going to speak in Japanese with him. FOR AN HOUR, she declared sententiously.”

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Gulp. Oh, no.

I don’t like myself. Why in these situations do I act like an idiot? It’s clear I don’t want him to be in my Japanese class, and much less in my flat (legally speaking it’s not MY flat, it’s my parents’ flat… but it’s the same)… why can’t I just say “NO”? Is it so difficult??

Yes, definitely, it is really difficult for me to face the “authority”. Though maybe in this case, I AM the authority, since it’s me who is paying my teacher’s wage… so it’s me who is the “boss”! How stupid I am! If I didn’t want him to be there, I just had to say “No, I don’t want him here”. Of course, I didn’t open my mouth. Just to make a stupid bow and say “Hai” (“yes”, in Japanese). Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The next 60 minutes were a nightmare. Why? you may ask. Maybe that Japanese man was handsome and nice… and it’s a great opportunity to learn Japanese… Yes. You’re right. It was a good opportunity to learn. And to know lots of new things. Things like “damn it, I didn’t know how stupid I am” or “damn it, now I know how bad at Japanese I am”, or “damn it, I can’t speak Japanese at all!!! Help!!!”. Yes, lots of things.

My first minutes of class were quite stressing and confusing. My teacher asked me to prepare some questions in Japanese, to ask that self-invited guest. Okay. I wrote this: first question, “what’s your name?“, What? What’s your name? That’s English, stupid!. I crossed it off. Second question: “arbeitest du?“… Cough, cough, that’s German… “trabajar”… trabajar, trabajar… “travailler” is French, “working” English, “arbeiten” German… And Japanese??? I’ve forgotten everything!!! Okay, okay, let’s calm down. Breathe.  Breathe. Japanese, think about words in Japanese… tick-tock, tick-tock…  “shigoto o shimasu”! Yes, I’ve got it! Yes!! Okay, so question: “anata wa shigoto o shimasuka?“. By the time I wrote this question, my teacher asked me to start talking to my “guest”. Great. I asked that question… I had no option.

And he smiled {and his eyes almost disappeared}, nodded and started to speak… very QUICKLY. Ooh. Guess what I understood? Guess what I was able to understand? zero. Nothing. NADA. Boo. Just one word: kaisha. Which means employee. But it didn’t help much.

Maybe you think I’m an idiot. Maybe you’re right. Now I’m convinced that I’m a real disaster when it comes to Japanese. Okay, I’m starting, I’m in a basic level… But try to listen this, and then tell me Japanese is easy! Boo.

Well, and this is what I suffered experienced for one long hour. At the end of the class I was able to build some sentences pretty quickly, but I was quite disappointed with myself. And guess what the Japanese man did before he left? …

HE TOOK A PICTURE! Of course! That’s what Japanese people always do! Taking pictures! Hmmm, I’m starting to believe Japanese babies are born with a camera. Seriously.

Anyway, he took a picture… OF ME. Great! Why not? I felt like Paris Hilton. Or like a monument. Or Obama.

… Maybe…

In a month or two, I have a crowd of Japanese fans in front of my door, trying to take a picture of me.

Come and see Chloe!! The best Spanish monument!! 😉


Rock-paper-scissors

Do you remember Rock-paper-scissors? I do! And I laughed out loud when I watched this commercial on TV.


These two chinese cats are playing rock-paper-scissors… and they always tie! {Obviously…} So the game never ends!!

They say:

Piedra, papel, o tijera, un, dos, tres… Hala, otra vez empate. Piedra, papel o tijera, un, dos, tres… Hala, los dos piedra. Piedra, papel o tijera, un, dos, tres… Joe, macho, llevamos toda la mañana así, hijo mío…”

The best cook

Even if you don’t understand what people say in this video (it’s in Spanish), please watch it. It’s worth it! This man is trying to cook chicken wings, with chopped Kikos (salt toasted maize snack).

kikos

kikos

This man is supposedly a professional cook. And THIS man has a TV program. The only problem is he is not good at cooking!!

BEST moments: from 3:55 to 7:05. Check out the order. It should ALWAYS be the same… 1st, egg, then Kikos, and finally flour…

Note: this “cook” speaks Spanish, but it’s difficult even for Spanish people to understand what he says. So don’t worry if you don’t understand a word!