Lately I've been trying to learn Spanish by memorizing translations of songs from Spanish to English. It sort of works, but now whenever I want to express myself in Spanish, everything I come up with goes along the lines of "Give me your heart", "Oh, my love, it hurts so much", and "I pluck daisy petals".
How handy that would be when it comes to paying bills...
Anyhoo.... My favorite song I've translated so far is La Camisa Negra by Juanes, for it has a very strong contrast between the music and the lyrics. I never would have thought that with its cheery, dancy music, it is actually a sad song.
La Camisa Negra
Tengo la camisa negra (I have a black shirt)
hoy mi amor esta de luto (Today my love is in mourning)
Hoy tengo en el alma una pena (Today I have a pain in my soul)
y es por culpa de tu embrujo (And it is because of your spell/witchcraft)
Hoy se que tu ya no me quieres (Today I know that you don’t love me)
y eso es lo que mas me hiere (And that’s what hurts me most)
que tengo la camisa negra (That’s why I have the black shirt)
y una pena que me duele (And a pain that hurts me)
mal parece que solo me quede (And even worse, it seems that I am left alone)
y fue pura todita tu mentira (And your lie was so pure)
que maldita mala suerte la mia (Damn luck for me)
que aquel dia te encontre (That day that you found me)
por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor (I drank from the malevolent poison that was your love)
yo quede moribundo y lleno de dolor (I remain a dying man and full of pain)
respire de ese humo amargo de tu adios (I breathe in that bitter smoke of your goodbye)
y desde que tu te fuiste yo solo, tengo… (And since you left me alone, I have)
tengo la camisa negra (I have the black shirt)
porque negra tengo el alma (Because my soul is just as black)
yo por ti perdi la calma (Today because of you I am restless)
y casi pierdo hasta mi cama (And I almost lost my bed) (meaning, home, shelter - everything)
cama cama come on baby
te digo con disimulo (I say to you with dissimulation)
que tengo la camisa negra (That I have the black shirt)
y debajo tengo el difunto (And underneath I have the deadman)
tengo la camisa negra (I have the black shirt)
ya tu amor no me interesa (Your love already does not interest me)
lo que ayer me supo a gloria (What was yesterday was glory)
hoy me sabe a pura (Today it knows pure…)
mier...coles por la tarde y tu que no llegas (Shit for in the evening you do not arrive)
ni siquiera muestras seсas (Not even small signs)
Y yo con la camisa negra (And I’m with the black shirt)
y tus maletas en la puerta (And your suitcases in the door)
Mal parece que solo me quede (And even worse, it seems that I am left alone)
y fue pura todita tu mentira (And your lie was so pure)
que maldita mala suerte la mia (Damn luck for me)
que aquel dia te encontre (That day that you found me)
Tengo, tengo la camisa negra (I have the black shirt)
porque negra tengo el alma (Because my soul is just as black)
yo por ti perdi la calma (Today because of you I am restless)
y casi pierdo hasta mi cama (And I almost lost my bed)
cama cama come on baby
te digo con disimulo (I say to you with dissimulation)
que tengo la camisa negra (That I have the black shirt)
y debajo tengo el difunto (And underneath I have the deadman)
*Note: The lines: "lo que ayer me supo a gloria (What was yesterday was glory)
hoy me sabe a pura (Today it knows pure…)
miйrcoles por la tarde y tъ que no llegas (Shit for in the evening you do not arrive)" are a play on words. Miercoles means Wednesday but the way Juanes sings it, he pauses after "mier-" for the listener to think that he’s going to say mierda (shit). He’s trying to convey the message that yesterday was glory and today is shit. It’s a play on words as is seen in English music.
On the way back from the bank
Today is the day of disappointments and sad discoveries.
I found out that pretty much everyone I came in contact with in the past couple of weeks thought I must be no more than 15 years old. Awesome revelation. It was especially humiliating when the bank lady who was opening an account for me--holding my passport in her own bloody hands--thought it safer to ask (just in case the passport people were drunk setting the birth date) if I am actually 20 years old. Like, if I didn't by any chance took the passport of an older sis to play with or something. Apparently, I'm an average looking pimply teenager. Great. Who would've guessed? I might be one of those Chihuahau people though. No matter how old you are, they still think of you as a puppy.
How, how can one keep her face and dignity, and walk through life with her head held high, when all the people around her think she's a freaking 15 year old?! How? How?!! *stomps*
Congratulate me, world. I've just discovered that all men are bossy and possessive differently 
sized meaner copies of Ricky Ricardo, and with all their brains they really manage to be extra dumb when it comes to personal issues. Apparently, the invention of the wheel took the most of their creativity, leaving nothing to the right side of the brain to play with.
If someone's built a wall between men and women (which some seem to have between right and left sides of their brain, too), hardly they were us girls, considering how we actually manage to be bendier when it comes to "I right, you wrong" (a.k.a I rule, you drool... and are a slut anyway) topics of the conflicts.
I mean, who cares who's right if it doesn't make anyone happier in the end anyway?
I thought it was impossible not to tell when someone is in love with you. I've witnessed a few one-sided crushes that I'd caused, but as a rule, I've always been aware of them, and thought that's how it generally works. Now I feel pretty much like an idiot about it, since, apparently, nothing's further from the truth.
Just how on Earth would a girl get a clue that someone has a crush on her when there are no love vibes, no goofy smiles, tortured sighs or heated glances?
I mean, come on! This is actually hard, especially for someone unaware. And when it eventually comes down to a (probably logical) emotional blow up, it's the crush who ends up hurting someone and being the bad guy.
That's why one-sided crushes suck. You can like someone, even love someone, but if it's not in the way that makes you want to jump their bones and spend the rest of your life with them, it's going to end bad.
Hey, guys.
Sup?...
Yeah, ok, this post is pretty much as pointless as the previous one, but I'm actually working on getting some of my creativity back and starting to make 'real' posts again.
I was in the worst mood ever these days, and now I seem to be getting back on the horse. (Easy, Spirit!) So if my meditations and vitamin juice help, I will be posting again soon.
Wish me luck and all that.
L.A.
God, I want to PWN someone so badly!
My PWNvice blog is pretty visitless and unpromoted these days, and I just long to give someone a good pwnage. I know, it might seem a little childish to some of you, but trust me when I say it: giving someone a good pwnage is like a second birth to a simple girl like me.
Hey, we all have needs. Actually, I'm starting to think I'm trying to replace my need for sex (hormones bitch at me these days) with trying to "own" someone in a convo. Huh... That can't be good.
It's Dusty's Birthday! Yey! Go Dusty!
Erm, ok, I know this is quite a lame Happy Birthday present, and I was actually planning on making a Happy Birthday video instead, but today I was just physically unable to do it, so all I can give at the moment is a blog post.
So, what I want to say is...
@Dusty
Happy Birthday! I wish you all the best today and I hope you're going to have a great year. At least I'm pretty sure you can have it if you're going to start on a right page. I really wish you well and I believe you can make it great because you're a very smart and cool guy.
So just... Happy Birthday, Dusty!
Since they've just released True Blood on HBO, I've decided to add several True Blood players for Playlist.com designs.
They're pretty simple designs of promo pics, but I thought since Vampire Theme is pretty popular nowadays, I might as well make a few designs for the fans of all vampriric.
To check the player designs go to Luxury Designz - True Blood.
True Blood is a new novel based series. The Southern Vampire series was written by Charlaine Harris and, as far as I can judge, is an awesome read. There's been 7 books released and the last one left me desperately wanting for more. Unfortunately, the books are coming out not more often than once a year, but, lucky for me, they've decided to make a TV series based on that vampire story and call it True Blood.
I can't say I love the actress choice for the main character, but I'm still kinda curious about the TV show itself. Because the books are good. I only hope they don't screw up with the rest of the actors. I expect major hottiness on the male front, so I'm staying sharp for my first viewing.
Peace.
This is real sucky. It's my second post today, and I'm starting to get the feeling I'm writing in a blog because I have no one to talk to.
Damn. It does ring true.
My friend from U.S. just told me that he wouldn't pick Obama as a president because of his skin color. Well, not just because of the skin color, but that was one of the reasons for not voting for him. Well that was a shocker. And I thought America was open minded enough in the racial aspects these days. As it turned out, not so much.
Still it shocks me a little that a lot of people in U.S. wouldn't pick Obama just because he's black. Political views aside, not choosing a president 'cause of his looks gives me both giggles and tiny little shocks of sadness.
Why not dress them up as well and make them model walk their way up to the mic every time they have to perform onstage? Then that would be a real Prom Queen contest.
OMG, YouTubing is so distressful! Good comment, bad comment; high rating, low rating.
Sheesh, roller coaster much?
Wow. I am becoming increasingly (is that a word?) annoyed tonight.
I've decided to try myself in web design, which IS fun, but the fact that I have to know all how-tos about Photoshop website editing kinda drives me into a state of deep frustration.
I don't need designer's tips, but the ones on using slices. Identifying how big every image slice should be by pressing a spa card to the monitor to check if the image in question is "probably an inch or two" bigger than my original image should be is a little too blonde even for me.
All right, guys, behold! My new template!
If you're visiting this blog for the first time you probably aren't experiencing any sense of awe or amazement, but trust me, this is a tear shedding moment. It is because a) I got sick and tired of my old layout (which I'm sure I'm gonna miss) and b) because I made this one all on my own. Almost.
Sigh. Actually I redesigned some already existing template, but this is really all new look for it. By the way, I've gone almost blind making it. There's been many, many hours spent in front of the screen, my friends...
So today I went to that (sort of a) Sports Club to try that new weird vacuum stepper (it's like a vacuum shell with a stepper inside). Everybody was saying that this stuff is super-effective for weight loss and leg strength, so I thought "Eh, why not try it?"
Well, I managed to cheerfully work it for all of 6 minutes. Then I practically passed out. No, really. My vision started swimming, people seemed to sound from far away, etc.
Oh, you should've seen it... The panic, the shouts, the "how do you feel?"s. Heartwarming, really. It would've actually been fun if I weren't contemplating what would be less distressing: passing out or throwing up. But no fear! It was actually neither! Well, I DID almost pass out, but managed to hold back.
"Who gets a cookies?! You do!"
Anyway, it turned that either the Vacuum Thing is not for me or that I have some health issues. Probably gonna have to check in with the doc now. Which reminds me of how much I hate doctors... Don't you hate doctors? I mean, it's unreasonable and all, but they just can creep the world out of me. Especially when they look bored by your mere presence.
Yeah okay that was off-topic. Well... whatever.
I should totally start updating this blog more often. I mean, seriously, I've let this place get dusty. Although I've actually been sorta busy with my YouTube channel... That's probably why I have, like, three videos made in two months. Yup. I'm just that outgoing. Add creative to it, too.
Anyway, I will try to be more active in the blogging area. All for my devoted fans. (Don't deny it! I know 'bout the existence of at least three of you.)
P.S. You know what I didn't know? That this avatar has animated letters popping outta nowhere...
Congratulate me! I've just uploaded my first video on YouTube. Finally! It only took me forever to make and upload it, but it was totally worth it. It seemed harder and harder to reach people with a tiny little blog, so not a lot of people asked me for advice these days. Because of that I've decided to start a vlog and open a video version of my advice column.
You could either write to me using the question form I have on this blog, or by making your own video with a question you want to ask me. For that you could simply respond to my first video or notify me with a message. However you choose. Whatever. I'm too high on my joy anyway to actually care at this moment.
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Okay, I think I'm gonna have to take away about 10 of 'em. Karmic points, I mean. (What a stupid name I picked?)
Today, I managed to offend a person without even realizing that. And here I thought I had a sense of tact. As it turned out... not so much. Not only don't I have it, the cute witticism of mine apparently ran out, too, because this time it kind of failed at saving me with smoothing things down as it usually did.
Tactless and witless... Great. At least if I can't sink any lower, my way can only be up, right?..
I've decided that from now on, if I help someone, I'm gonna count it as a + Karmic Point added to me. Which is fun, too. I've decided that if I have, say, five karmic points, I can make a wish. Like, I could wish for... for a moment of enlightenment! Or a really strong inspiration. Or bigger boobs!
Yes, I'd be damned if by Christmas I don't have a true honest-to-God enlightenment! Or magical breasts.
Amen.
P.S. "I'd be damned" thing was an exaggeration.