January 25, 2006

Will the deffendant stand up???

- How did you plead yourself on the charge for "Drink and dial" on the morning of January 21?
- Guilty your honor.
- And in the charges of robbery on that same morning?
- ..... Guilty *shame on me*
- Let's start the session... this is the people against Patz!!!

The defendant can present her case:
On the night of Friday January 20 after a hard day at work, I went for a drink and some healthy and innocent entertainment. After all your honor, didn't we all need a little break?

The little break lasted more than expected and all public transportation was not working anymore. A person of limited availability of money like me, can not really afford a Taxi ride at night in this city... well, actually not in this continent. But, tired as I was, and under the influence of some alcoholic beverages (which are not a good companion for tiredness and not much food) I started my walk back home at around 3:00 of the morning of Saturday January 21.

A monster, which is almost part of me, start calling on the back of my head. My hearth start beating faster and the urge was building up inside of me. I couldn't help it your honor... the monster with all it's tongues and eyes was forcing me to do different of what I have learned in all this years..... so I took the Phone *desperate tears start falling down my cheeks*... and yes your honor... I dialed!!!!! *the crying is hearable all over the room now....... kleenex does it's job*. I did it....

I dialed and called the monster itself while the cold was making its job together with the alcoholic beverages inside of me. Again, not a good combination!. I wouldn't lie to you or to the People who now charge me, with all the right now..... I did it.... and I'm not proud.

This monster, your honor, has this power over my hearth. And my hearth needed it's so called medicine just by feeling it closer at least for a minute. Yes, I was drunk and cold.... and missing my big and scary monster!!!! And this your honor, was the beginning of the other crime for which I'm being charged today.

After the connection was lost (even after my several attempts to re establish it) I continued my very limited and not really continuos walk towards my home. As you might understand your honor, fashion goes always before comfort even in the coldest of occasions....

May I take this opportunity to say you look marvelous with that robe???, and your hair.. who is your stylist??? *chattering among the crowd* would you mind sharing his number... you look just gorgeous!!!

As I was saying, I was indeed cold... and I had a long walk towards me. I was wearing my very sexy "fuck me in brown" boots.

-Yes??...... yes you honor... That's the name of this particular boots which I'm showing now as exhibit A for the record.

- Exhibit A must go for the record as the Fuck me in brown boots. You can continue!

The night was extremely cold and I was trying to cover the 2 kilometers ahead of me. 2 Kilometers in, as you can see: very thin, high and pointy heels that might do good for fashion but do nothing but harm to a woman's feet. I did my best your honor, I walked and walked... and walked. But It was almost like a never ending road.

I got out from the park, trough the one I was originally walking, just to protect the people who was as afraid of me as I was of them. I started walking then by the normal road who happens to be full of bicycles as it is a very common tool of transportation on this city.

Just as a joke, the taller and better part of me (for which I plead the right of not giving details to protect his/her identity), mentioned that some bicycles are left unlocked on the roads.... people just park them and goes to sleep. This remark your honor, gave me a sense of brotherhood from the citizen which are willing to jeopardize their personal comfort on behalf of people in need, with cold, under the influence of alcoholic beverages, not very well fed... and surrendered to fashion...

This citizens.. where giving ME a way to get home your honor. They were helping ME to be part of the community just with a single decision taken randomly in the middle of this lonely road....

But how could I go against all my principles... how could I confront this disappointment with the world in front of me??? How would I walk freely knowing that I'm a criminal???

The tiredness and the drukness played a big role in this decision.... but the one who made the move was actually the incredible cold that was sent from heavens as a signal of approval.....

There it was... the unlocked bicycle almost glowing in the road.

There I was *sob* tired, drunk and almost frozen.

I understand that now the people wants to make me pay for my crimes, but the part that follows is actually what gives a real turn to the story.

Here I would like to introduce To you all Exhibit B, which consists on a set of pictures of the vehicle of transportation mentioned on the past:

It's the green one

Not the pink one!!!

Just look at the handle your honor!!!!

As you can see on exhibit B, the vehicle was not in very good conditions. Certain gadgets, which are actually mandatory according to the local laws, where not included. And I'm not even talking about things like lights, a bell or even reflector lights. I'm actually talking about brakes. As you can see, the bicycle was in a certain state in which it can only covers the most basic and primitive needs of it's user.

Being completely out of practice on the use of this vehicle and bringing back to your attention that I was still wearing Exhibit A (no your honor, I will not mention the f word again), I was still freezing and I was actually using a pretty big handbag.... again Fashion wins over comfort, the correct usage of the vehicle was for a lack of a better word... pathetic!

I risked my safety and the one of those who dared to dive in their fancy air-conditioned equipped fucking *ehem* cars just next to me while I was struggling to maneuver the transportation vehicle which, by this moment, was mine. Sorry for the slip of the tongue your honor.

This society, this weather, this way of working leaded me to this horrible crime!!!

Nevertheless, I will like to state that there are 2 thing which might change your conception on the events of the early morning of January 21st.

1.- The transportation vehicle was not really stolen. A 50 euro cents coin was left on the place where the vehicle was originally parked as a way of payment. You honor, if you look at the pictures, you will agree with me on the fact that I should actually go back for the change.... 50 euro cents is a fortune to pay for that!!!

2.- The location of the vehicle is currently unknown due to the fact that I was robbed as well. I'm not claiming anything back from society, the citizens or the local government... all I want is my freedom!!

That's all I have to say. I will like to thank you for letting me expose my case on details and now I will humbly await for the desicion of the Jury... the people....

I'm dying to know the verdict!! I respect your opinion and will take responsibility for my actions... just tell me. Guilty or not Guilty???

January 16, 2006

Chicken little or the Gargamel syndrome!

So here we are in flight MP 606 destination Schipol airport and even thought the pilot keeps on saying that we are going to land soon... I keep on wondering "landing... in what??, Godverdomme I can't even see the wings of the plane anymore." So yes, as Chiken little wisely predicted.. the sky is falling. And is indeed falling all over Amsterdam... please, someone, run to the Van Gogh museum and save his artwork, this shit is falling all over us.

All the passengers in the plane where looking trough the windows with our best prayers for the mechanism to work as it should.All is covered with fog. "If any passenger wants to help with the landing, please open your windows and try to reach ground... the first one who feels something will be awarded with a rountrip business class ticket in the same route we are covering now", the pilot said..... I opened my eyes with the first bounce of the landing. WE DID IT!!!! I'M ALIVEEEEEE!!!!!!

The other (obligatory) landing was a little bit less romantic or magical. OH MY!! que frio chucha! my ears are falling... my fingers... I can't feel my fingers. Where did I put my coat, my scarf, my gloves, my boots... protection,..... I need protection!!!!!!

Here we are again. While we drive to the office, I'm trying to capture the feeling of the city through the faces of the people.... Shit, I'm in Smurf-land... People is so tall down here, that I can't see their faces anymore. They are walking with a cloud on their faces... you can't see their mood anymore and they all look like Gargamel with their long coats, their bright shoes and always in a hurry. Well, If I was walking in the cold I will also have an urge to arrive. Point taken.. but not really accepted!

The change is never easy.. you go from 0 to too much Oxygen. And as in any other overdose (available in Amsterdam for a very affordable price), you feel completely out of place and stupidly dizzy. Are you talking to me??, I'm hearing everything in mono system, one of my ears refuse to receive any sound and on top of that, darling: Ik spreek geen Nederlands!. I do understand... but If I can't see your face, I'm enjoying my overdose, I'm trying to get my fingers to move, I'm delighted with my first cigarrette in 12 hours.... Get the f*ck out of here!!

So we meet again.... I missed you, but in a way I always will!!

January 09, 2006

These are the days o Monsters Inc.

Me veo bien chistosa aqui sentada tratando de coordinar mis ideas para no perder la sensación... Jamie, como caído del cielo, me da como soundtrack "these are the days"... Jamie... God bless you!! (Jamie Cullum... quien no lo haya oído, por favor hágase un favor y búsquelo).

"These are the days
that i've been missing;
give it the taste,
give me the joy of summer wine.

These are the days
that bring new meaning;
I feel the stillness of the sun
and i feel fine.

Sometimes when the nights are closing early
I remember you and I start to smile.
Even though now you don't want to know me
i get on by... and i go the extra mile.

These are the times
of love and meaning;
ice of the heart melted away
and found the light.

These are the days of endless dreaming;
troubles of life are floating away like a bird in flight. "

Anoche me enfrenté a un monstruo de 10 ojos y 10 manos.... 5 lenguas, todas indetenibles, pronunciaban en una pelea constante con la música de fondo. Todas luchando por el protagonismo y el "statement" que defina lo indefinible. El Vino se volvió whisky en algún punto, y este a su vez pasó a ser casi mas respetable que los presentes. Bueno perdón, no más respetable pero si mas puro y señorial... hahaha.

Me atacó la culpa cuando me di cuenta de que nunca jamás le había dicho al "lado arquitectonico" del monstruo cuanto lo quiero, cuanto admiro su grandeza de carácter, su profundidad de mente y que nunca se puso a perder el tiempo juzgándome. Con cierta risita en los ojos, me demostró que todo estaba muy bien estructurado, que el terreno era sólido y valioso, y que para él nunca ha sido importante la fachada. Los múltiples niveles estaban fundados en los materiales más puros y de mayor aguante. Tras el análisis... me fui con mis palabras a otra parte... el arquitecto ya lo sabía!! Silly me..

Bono seguía en su incesante búsqueda de la canción que alimente a todos los niños del mundo cuando finalmente me sentí "at home". Había pasado mucho tiempo, mucha historia, muchas fotos, muchos aviones, muchos discos, muchas canciones, muchas máquinas enchuladas, muchos besos robados, mucho sexo, muchas lágrimas, mucha soledad, muchas multitudes, mucha nieve y mucha arena de playa desde que me sentí asi de real frente a semejante monstruo.

Es un monstruo, nadie me lo puede negar, es el escarnio público y la privacidad absoluta en un solo lugar. Puede ser el hombre Elefante unos días y otros el mismísimo "Jabba the Hut" con todo lo miedosisisisimo que puede ser (jajajaa). Cuando se disfraza de Mike Wazowski es simplemente un cague.. pero Alerta!! ha sido es y será un monstruo!

Yo y mis declaraciones!!... debo ser bien predecible, no?
(hahaha, me acabo de imaginar a dos lenguas de monstruo en esta conversación:
Lengua1: UYYY ya va la Patz
Lengua 2: No jodas en serio???
L1: Con esta man no se puede beber
L2: Si se puede... solo que le da la abrazadera
L1: Que intensa!!
L2: Y ahora???
L1: Ponle "4 non Blondes" o Timbiriche para que se ponga a bailar
L2: Eso!, donde estará ese CD.....
"The more you know and.... Shooting Star!! SCENE)


Love you... mi adorable y abominable monstruo!


January 04, 2006

El empute... una ciencia milenaria

Hace rato que no tenía un día de estos..... quiero relajarme, inhala, exhala, inhala, exhala, inhala, MMM PARECE QUE ESTO NO VA A FUNCIONAR.

Lo grave de salir diariamente a lucharte la vida es que hay ocasiones, como hoy, en las que te encuentras con una bola de gente simple, sosa, sin sabor y como para completar la vaina.. bien estúpida.

Don’t get me wrong.. no estoy en contra de la estupidez. Yo misma la practico repetidamente y ni me preocupa hacerlo. Lo que no acepto es que la gente se cuadre en la etapa de estúpido y lleven más de 7 años sin dar ni un paso para adelante. Al contrario... todo pa’ tras como los cangrejos.

Supongo que a través de los años, la gente ha manejado su mal genio, rabia, ira o lo poco agraciado de su carácter con diferentes técnicas. De esas la más conocida.. cuente hasta 10 respirando lentamente.

Bullshit, personalmente nunca me ha funcionado. En el 3 ya meto un grito y hasta ahí llega la decencia.

Otra es elaborar los pormenores del tema en discusión con el personaje que genera el malentendido. Mentira podrida... que parte de “es estúpido” no está clara? Al discutir con un estúpido solo estás perdiendo tu tiempo porque no va a cachar nada!

Necesito técnicas efectivas, porque de verdad estoy que ardo... Se aceptan sugerencias....alguien??

Fe, Esperanza, Amor y Locura

Funny.... I was thinking how those 4 words really define us, how each of us is one and all, how those cigarettes Edipa is now holding have a big big meaning and Bam! FEAL jumped to my eyes!!!

With no doubts, I do FEAL life in a different way when you are around, I do FEAL whatever we share in like, an upper level of comprehension. Maybe our complete relationship is based on that…

And I do have to confirm that we are not friends anymore as Mantis mentioned. We are way beyond that point of a “social group with affection for each other”, and let’s face it: we are way too complicated to think that what we share is just a simple friendship.

That’s the fear that has been haunting me this last few weeks… what will happen with us?, not with our individual selves but with us as a whole. Sooner than we had really confronted we are going away… yes.. I’m going first but I also know when will I be back. Can the rest of you say the same? Don’t think so!!

And so I leave the question on the table, how are we going to do it?, will each and every one of us still hate the one who was able to meet another?? (like we still do… at least I know I do). Let’s see…

And yes, I know what your thinking, I should be writing about some other stuff, but that’s what I have on my mind now therefore.. that’s what I wrote about. The people I love, how much I love them and how afraid I am of change.