Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Her: for what? For loving me so much nothing made sense but you and I? For showing me a life built out of hopes and dreams? For showing me that there is more to what we see in each of us? Or for making me see how better everything cam be if we just believe?
Him: for breaking your heart in a million and one pieces, for leaving you alone when the most you needed me, for not knowing how to truly love you, for not being the man I had to.
Her: oh! That! I barely remembered any of those things you said passed. My heart was restored the moment you came back, my loneliness was gone once you looked into my eyes, your soul knew more of me that your mind did, she knew the way to the center of me, and you are the man I called for, so long ago, the one I truly needed, the partner that shared my soul.
Him: there are so many things I never did and feel I owe you.
Her: there will be time for those, soon love, soon.
Him: time is feeble, and tricky and flies by too soon.
Her: time is but a matter of perspective and a friend to the fools.
Him: I was a fool for not seeing you for who you were.
Her: you were a fool to love me and you cared for me in so many ways.
Him: I miss your eyes, your warm embrace. Come back to me, be mine again.
Her: that I cannot do love. I can't go there again. Too many things have happened, too many things have changed.
Him: you promised me forever, and left me here to shed these tears. Tears of love, tears of pain, tears that I fear will never go away.
Her: the pain will ease, the tears will end, there will be smiles on your face again, and soon your heart will rejoice in the love you deserve, soon all this suffering will go away.
Him: no one will ever be like you, I will never love the same.
Her: I would never expect you to. But you must move on in the end.
Him: I will love you forever, in this life and the next.
Her: I'll be waiting for you, here in this ethereal place.
Him: goodbye my one true love, my one and only friend, the one who knew my soul, the one whom my heart kept. Goodbye I say today, and rest assured that together we'll be again. Goodbye my one true love, goodbye my one true friend.
Her: soon love, soon, we will meet again, and forever our souls will fly, to that never ending place. But for now I let you go, for I know she awaits, be kind to her love, she deserves your very best. Tell her I love her, and I will always be there. Tell her I'm sorry, leaving wasn't the plan. Know I will be watching down on you both, know I will always be there, caring for you, seeing that you are ok. I love you so, that even now I ache. But time is an illusion, and soon love, soon we will all be together again.
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Thursday, May 10, 2012
is real, so to those people I like to say "what goes around
will come around" (and bite your hard in the ass.
So with that note I give you a conversation that a friend of mine was involved in while being interviewed for a job. I must clarify first that before going to the interview she did some research and was assured that this type of things are not only not happening but if the heads of the institution were to find out that such things are occurring, they would severely reprimand the ones doing them (this we were told by the same person who conducted the interview).
The Doctor: Good day.
Interviewer: Hello, please don't be nervous. We will just ask you a few questions, some general things, nothing to worry about, ok?
The Doctor: sure (here she is feeling confident, she believes the questions will be related to medicine itself, how naive)
Interviewer: So, I understand that you were referred to us by the teacher?
The Doctor: yes that is correct.
Interviewer: ok, so what is it that he does?
The Doctor: (a bit surprised at the first question and really not understanding the importance, but deciding to answer anyways) ummmm, he is a teacher as you just called him.
Interviewer: oh, ok. And where did he study?
The Doctor: ummm (getting a bit suspicious, but still deciding to go on) I really don't know. There is only so much you find out about the parent of your friends.
Interviewer: so you don't know. Hum, I see. Well let's move on to other things, shall we?
The Doctor: (thinking that finally the real questions are about to start) sure, shoot.
Interviewer: so, can you tell me the name of 5 dominican painters?
The Doctor: ummmm (how the hell is this relevant to the interview?) ummm (i studied medicine not arts, and there is a reason for it) I can give you probably two, the one with the birds and the one that paints the black girls. Oh yeah, there is the one with the bodegones.
Interviewer: oookkk. Can you give me the name of a book by Balaguer?
The Doctor: ummm, I don't remember having read one.
interviewer: ok, Can you tell me where Juan Bosch was born?
The Doctor: here in DR? (wtf?!)
Interviewer: Can you name one of his books?
The Doctor: La Mañosa (here she is really getting annoyed, this is supposed to be an interview for a general practice doctor, not a librarian!)
Interviewer: Can you name a book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez?
The Doctor: I am sorry, how is this relevant to the position/
Interviewer: It is relevant, just answer.
The Doctor: ummm, Cronica de una muerte anunciada (how ironic as that is exactly what this feels like)
Interviewer: ok, and where do you live?
The Doctor: Gazcue. And it is also on the application papers.
Interviewer: are you trying to be smart?
The Doctor: no sir. (did this guy take his pill this morning?)
Interviewer: ok, can you name 5 streets in your are/
The Doctor: ummm, I am really bad with streets but I can try. Dr. Delgado, Santiago street, Pedro Henriquez Urena, Cervantes street, and Bolivar street. (now we are moving on to geography, again, wtf?)
Interviewer: ok, delimit your living area. Give us the limitations north, eath, south and west.
The Doctor: uuuuhhhh. (her head is bent sideways and her eyes are narrowed, and she is really pissed off now) to the north there is Villa Juana, to the east there is ciudad nueva, to the south there is la cuidad universitaria and I have no ideas what there is to the west.
Interviewer: you don't know what is west to your living area. hum. So tell me something. How do you make a rissotto?
The Doctor: (what!!!!!!!!! cooking lessons, am I cooking brain tissue here?) uh, sir, I am sorry, but I am not a very good cook, so I would not be able to tell you.
Interviewer: ok, and what about a Sancocho, you must know that!
The Doctor: ummm, no sir. I'm sorry, I studied to be a doctor not a chef.
Interviewer: oh well, let's move on to a more medical question then. what is the anatomy of a uretres and can you give me the identifiers of a
The Doctor: (blank face, slowly turning rage red) woa! sir, I am a general practitioner and I am interested in urology, but I am yet to learn all the details about it. I am sorry, but I am not yet prepared to give you that information.
Interviewer: and why did you even apply?
The Doctor: because the post
was for a GP!! (dude! really?!)
Interviewer: well, we will be calling you.
The Doctor (dumb struck)
Interviewer: please tell the next person to come in.
So The Doctor makes her way out and leaves the door open, tells the next person to go in, a very beautiful girl with long hair and obvious lack of medical experience. So The Doctor, just stays there with her spirit broken, waiting and by mistake overhears the conversation.
Interviewer: so, you like to drink and dance?
Pretty girl: oh, very much!
Interviewer: where did you graduate from?
Pretty girl: oh, i haven't yet, my daddy told me to apply.
Interviewer: and who is your father?
Pretty girl: the boss here.
Interviewer: so, you are interested then in General Medicine.
Pretty girl: sure, why not?
Here The Doctor is just bewildered, and finally understands everything.
And then they wonder why one goes berserk and starts shooting those SOB's.
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