Mean people

Oh... how much I hate the New York subways..... so many people just stare at you. I don't understand... what's so interesting that they are looking at. I understand a glance and thats it. But when a a dumb guy, ugly, and ahhhhh not to be racist, but short Mexicans... so they stare like that have never seen a lady in their life... It pisses me off. I know Spanish, and I get everything they say. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another thing. I sent a form for Time Warner Cable a few weeks ago, for the management superintendent office to get a new account. Oh gosh, I waited weeks. If i wouldn't had called today, god knows when the bitch would had processed the information. While I was on the phone she processed it for me. God damn, and this Friday they will finally install it. aaaa.... that made me so mad.
I still did not get the new stair case installed. My room is a wreck. I still have clothes in boxes, which is a disaster..... I AM MORE MAD.
soo.. I was getting out of the subway through the turning long bars, like a door. A man was standing there, an MTA employee. I pushed the metal bars, and it didn't work. Duh obvious it was closed. And the man behind it was just looking at me. Like he could not tell me it is not working. I was a few feet away from him, and it is only one exit, course I am going to go through there, goddamn it!!! Not only I bumped into the exit, but I had people behind me... gosh, what a moron.
I totally hate the new person that took over my desk, so now I have to work in the back on the working table on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, cuz of him. Ah he is such a moron. I left my keys on the desk on Friday. So then I came back to get my keys, but since the office closed earlier because of the holiday, everyone left, besides him. I was lucky to see him behind the glass door so i called him to open the door for me. He gave me an attitude why i called him. Excuse me, I said... I forgot my keys. And he kept asking me, then wouldn't i be able to come in without them. YES MORON, that's why i came to get my keys back!!! jeeee

I had a really bad day..... and not to mention the weather. Humid and raining. Plus I need to run after work to shop for new gym clothes and them go to the gym... aaaaaa!!!!!

I need a relaxing time. I start summer classes next Monday. So soon, I have only this week to rest. Thats not enough. But the month will pass fast, so then I will have one month and a half vacation, before fall semester LOL

Why the guitars cry?

Why the guitars cry?

Do you know why the guitars cry?
Their memories have been hurt
You, love tell them
That what happened is not lost.

Why the guitars cry
Only the birds know
The bitter chords
What did they lose?

On the streets only love floats in the air
The nights are bitter without him
He's asking, asking for someone else
My guitar is crying…

Why the guitars cry
When the sun is rising
The birds are singing
About my pain

A Perfect sTRANGER

A perfect stranger

A perfect stranger is who you are.
A simple name is what I know,
But I feel like I want to cross the bar.

You got me from the beginning,
With a tender look and a sweet smile,
And I don't even know what I am feeling.

To reply back the time is not what I want,
What happened, happened and I have to move on,
But a love seed I want to plant.

As they say that age does not matter,
Love does not have a limit,
So then lift me off the ground
Fly with speed,
And make our love more profound.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?
In my dreams I look for you.
Where are you?
You fallow me in my sleep.
But, where are you?


I look for you in my dreams
So I can tell you how much I want
For you to look at me with your soul
And answer me with your heart.

I want you here next to me
So I can always comfort you
I fly only with one wing without you
I am always looking for you.

Where are you my love?
Where can I find you?
My broken heart is burning
When your tender eyes are not speaking

Where are you?
In my dreams I look for you.
Where are you?
You fallow me in my sleep.
But, where are you?

on the rainy days

I don't know if people in New York City noticed something what I did. The city should have recycling umbrellas. I am serious, LOL. Even though it does not rain so often in the city, but when it rains the winds are crazy, and let me tell you something, the umbrellas are shitty. Every time after a rain, you walk on the streets and I swear next to a garbage can which is located on the corner of every street, you will see an umbrella in it. One time I saw four, one next to each other. The umbrella companies should start making better and durable umbrellas, and at the same time more comfortable. A good umbrella is like huge, and com on, a New Yorker does not like to carry a umbrella that is big. I just though this was a pretty funny interesting thing I noticed.

Recycling Umbrellas New York!

recap

Ohh goshh. please disregard the Random post i posted a while ago... total bullshit. That boy was not for me... ohh I dont feel like writing, cuz I know I may write an entire post about the relationship, but I decide to skip it.
I am a person that gets over somebody fast, i never had strong attached feelings towards somebody. I dont even know what is wrong with me, but i realized that is not me... is the other one. I dunno when and where I will find the right one... I will live the liva loca till then.
Dios mios when i look back at old blogs, I want to kill myself.
Anyways.... i was really foolish.. god damn... i must wrote about my every single move.
I grew up a lot in the past 1 year. I have experience s much.. more than enyone could had experiences. I am going to get back to my writing.. maybe name the new grown up life.. So much different, so more spontaneous, adventurous, and wise.
Catch up with you later.
I am at work.. i wasnt supposed to be here LOL
xoxo