The One When We Got Our Passports Stolen

2 years. That's what i had been waiting for to go on this vacation. 2 years and it went all down the drain in Mexico City Airport when all of the sudden, neither me nor Dear Beloved had a passport anymore. And it happens so fast that it's literally one second, you're excitingly getting ready to do your check-in and the next, you're not going anywhere anymore cuz you cant get out of the country.

We had enough time in Mexico City to actually have arranged to meet with his family for lunch before heading to France. Oh yeah. In order not to carry around our suitcases, we decided to go check them in at the Aeromexico counter. And being the 21st century, you need to do that at the automatic check-in booth first.

I've never been a bright bulb with these machines so i asked the host to give me a hand, put all my paperwork (passport included) on the little stand under the screen and did my stuff. Dear Beloved took the screen next to me to do his thing as well. And off we were to the counter to register our suitcases. Except that i realized when we made it to the waiting line, that i had left the little case with everything on that damned little stand under the screen.

I ran like hell already picturing the host telling me, yes miss, here it is but when i got back to the check-in counters, he said that nobody reported anything.

At that particular moment, it's like the Earth is opening up under your feet and you fall and fall and fall endlessly. It was the end of the world. For me at least. Dear Beloved, of course, remained calm as a crispy lettuce which allowed me to break down completely, crying my eyes out in the middle of the airport. 

His dad, sister and uncle came to the rescue and if anything, i livened up their day. I probably cried more than they'd ever seen in their entire life. But anyways.

Changing our flights was so expensive that we were left with no other option than to cancel our trip altogether. I called my parents at 1 in the morning for them to announce them the awful news and to cry some more. Needless to say that they were so disappointed but hey, i didn't lose them on purpose. End of it all, in that worse case scenario, it happened in the best conditions. We were in Mexico City, where Dear Beloved's family lives, in a country we both live in, in a capital where there is a French Embassy and endless options to keep us busy. Might as well make the best of a bad job.

I knew one day i'd blog about it. I mean, seriously, who else has adventures like this? I knew deep down that there was a bigger reason for me not to go to France that day. Everything does happen for a reason. But at that very moment, i could have killed someone.

Now replace the first paragraph with the following:

Did you take a black case with 2 passports inside at one of Aeromexico's check-in counters in the Terminal 2 of Mexico City's airport on August 27th?

And obviously, signing my name.

Just reading this out loud already makes me feel better.

Epic Pregnancy

Lola has been pregnant for 2 months + now and she was due any minute. When i came back home on Wednesday evening, i knew the end was close - she normally always come when called, especially when it's either me or Dear Beloved coming back from work. Not this time.

She was in the corner of her room, not moving much, barely lift her head up when i got in and looking like she had the world's entire load of misery upon her.

I immediately called the vet to ask for tips and to let him know that my dog was about to pop out puppies. 

What i didn't know, cuz let's be honest, it'd be my first puppy birth (and Dear Beloved's first as well), is that dogs start by secreting a slimy green liquid before the actual labor starts (glad the vet told me that cuz i would definitely had freaked out if i had seen that slime on her when i went to check her up on Thursday morning).

At noon that day, she still hadn't started to deliver her puppies so we took her to the vet who gave her a shot to induce labor. And then the waiting began. And we did just that: waiting, waiting and waiting some more. 

But when her water broke at around 5pm, i was on first raw to see her delivering a gigantic beautiful all white puppy girl. The only not so right point about it all is that the puppy came out outside the bag it normally should and with its umbilical cord already sectioned. And righteously so, Dear Beloved couldn't revived her :( 

But when 6 hrs later, no other puppy had gotten out, we knew something was not too good. That's when the camping started, and the watching over Lola, me up until 2am and Dear Beloved until 6am.

That's when we rushed to the vet for an emergency c-section.

Long story short, after a psychological pregnancy 6 months ago, an emergency c-section, a 2nd dead puppy and 1.5hrs into surgery, we decided to spay Lola. In no way i want her to go through this hell again (neither do i to be honest).

It took her an entire week to feel better about it all and start eating again. She's now back to her happy self, walking with us and Bullet in the morning. We're a happy family again :)

Camping With The Kids

What i really mean is that i'm outside, pending of my dog Lola in case she pops out more puppies since she's been in labor for what may seems like 2 days already.

I'm not really camping but it surely feels like it anyway.

I'm outside in my garden. I have a mosquito-repellent spiral burning next to me, a candle on so i can see a bit, Lola is sleeping like a log next to me and i peed behind the bushes earlier on! :o

I also have the criquets, the fireflies and some weird scary noises going on around me. If it wasnt for the public light, my wireless internet and the fan that Dear Beloved set up earlier on today to "kick" the armies of flies away, it could very much be like camping. We even had pizza for dinner!!!


Why am i on the watch with Lola you might ask? Well as i mentioned above, she's in labor. We were expecting her to give birth these days and yesterday afternoon when i came back from work and i saw her, it was obvious it was coming soon.
And this morning (well, it's not this morning anymore, it's yesterday morning but since i havent slept yet, we'll keep it as such) - so this morning, at aroun 6:30am, when i saw her bed was half covered in that green fluid the vet told me about, i knew the time has come.


Dear Beloved was off and i took the afternoon to be together with him and her. Since things were going way too slow, we had to take her to the vet so she could get an injection to induce labor. Still took her 5 hours to push the first puppy out.


First puppy was a beautiful fat female, all white. Unfortunately, she was born still :(
Actually, Lola delivered her first pup ever like a total pro. She started pushing, pushed her out in less than 5 seconds and start licking it and cleaning it like a good dog mom would do. Except that this little girl was born outside the bag they normally come in with and with her ombilical cord already sectionned. I told Dear Beloved this wasnt a good sign. And sure enough, it wasnt. He did try his best but couldnt revive the little one.


And so far, it's been the only pup getting out of my dog. We called the vet about 2 hours ago, a good 5 hours after the first pup was born and he told us that it can take all night. Reason why i'm outside with her in case she starts pushing again.
Even though i must admit, the probabilities seem low considering the fact that she's currently sleeping belly up with her 4 legs wide open and snoring! jaja.


This is a very traditional position in this house. Every single one of my 5 pets sleep like this. Both dogs and cats! LOL


So yeah, i'm camping outside, while Dear Beloved is sleeping in our bed. I guess we'll take turns but so far i can keep myself awake for some extra time!


Now if you'll excuse me, i need to grab my torch and go find a spot to pee again! 

This is big fat Lola trying to get some rest ... just before i set up my camp!

And this is Bullet, knowing something is definitely going on and willing to participate (very good quiet attitude around Lola - what a good dog he has been!)

I Live in the Countryside

Technically, i don't, but it sure feels like it. And i only realized it this morning - more than 2 years after moving in here.

This morning at around 8am, i went to the store to get some bread. I agree, it was Sunday and Sundays are generally even quieter days but still. There were not a single sound outside but the singing of my neighbors roosters and some birds in the trees. No car, nobody ... It was pretty awesome. 

Right this second, it's pouring rain (i don't remember having such heavy raining in July since a very long time ago) and the only thing i can hear, is the rain falling on the leaves of the trees and plants in my garden and a storm coming that way.

Life is good in the countryside.

There is scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets.  ~Samuel Johnson

C'est Le 14 Juillet

It's national day in France today ... I don't celebrate it here, i didn't celebrate when i was living in France either, i was just enjoying the fireworks at night.


Today, in order to actually "celebrate" my home country of France (even if i haven't been living there for 12 years!), I've listened to one of the best anthems in the entire world (along with the Mexican one):


LA MARSEILLAISE!

I get emotional every time i hear this anthem (it's the long version this one!)


Joyeux 14 Juillet!


Aux aaaaaaaaaaaaarmes citoyens!
Formeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez vos bataillons
Marchooooons, marchoooooons
Qu'un sang impuuuuuuuuur
Abreuve nos sillons


Ponponpon!

I Have a Whole New Understanding of Mechanics

When we crashed the car last year, i had to acknowledge the fact that before meeting dear-beloved, i really hadn't taken a good care of my car. It's not that i'm reckless, i just tend to not care about stuff like that. If it works, good, if it doesn't, i'll take it to the mechanics. What i never realized is that had i taken it to the mechanics BEFORE it needed to, it would have cost me half of what i ended up spending on that car.

I then swore to god that i would care for my next car the way it should be taken care of.

A year later, riding a bike on a regular basis and leaving my man the infinite pleasure of driving "my" new car, I've come to realize that taking care of your everyday vehicle is of utmost importance. And i realized that riding my bike actually!

Un-freaking believable.

When the chain is not oiled or the tires are not pumped up, the amount of energy i'm asking my body to produce is multiply by at least 10. I suffer through the entire way to work and the entire way back. I arrive on each end twice as tired as i normally would and the bike is making noises that feels like it's going to fall apart.

So I've deducted that, on the bike, I AM the power source to get moving. And if a 10 kg bike with a tire a bit low on air or missing a few drops of oil on the chain get me, the engine, into so much trouble and such harder work, i can only imagine what the engine of a 1.5 ton car car go through.

This has completely changed my view on it all. And I've realized that there is no better way to understand something or someone than to put yourself in their shoes.

I Drove My New Car

A month after i got my new car, i finally drove it. Yesterday evening. To go to the ATM 3 blocks away from home.

I like to call it mine. That's what the papers are saying. The car, the loan, the insurrance, everything is under my name. But Dear Beloved drives it. Not me. And it's the most awesome car ever. 

So yesterday evening, i finally did drive it. And it was an orgasmic experience.

Except that ... it's such a fancy car i couldnt find the AC, it bipped like crazy because i turned it on before i put my seat belt on, the side mirrors are automatic and it's like vuuuuut, vuuuuuuut when they turn, the doors unlock with a remote and with a meeeeek sound, you cant turn on the engine unless you step on the clutch, there's a bip if you exit the car with the lights still on ...

And it smells new.

I've never ever even SAT in such a bad ass car.

I wish i could drive it more often!

PS: and yes, THIS is a picture of the car we have. How awesome does it look?

Obviously

Otherwise, let's be honest, it wouldn't be half as fun.

I did some laundry tonight. Since it's 30°C outside pretty much all night, i figured i didn't have to wait until the week-end to do laundry. For those of you who don't measure temperature in Celsius degrees (shame on you), it's hot. It's very hot. OK, fine, it's 86°F. There. Happy now? So back to what i was saying: it's hot. 

So i was happily dividing the dirty clothes in piles depending on the color when i found some very much alive worms in the laundry basket. First thing i thought was: well that's a first. Having to deal with thousand of worms because i put some old meat in the trash and forget to take the trash out on trash day has happened to me more than i can recall but worms in the laundry basket, dam, that's new.

Well, i thought, if i'm going to find something that shouldn't be here while dividing my laundry, i might as well do it outside. 

Oh dear god.

1) there was a live cockroach in the washing machine. Since i cant touch this kind of animal with my hands (dead or alive), i covered it with my color pile of dirty clothes and told him goodbye.

2) when i was putting the black pile in the washer, i found out where the worms were coming from: a dead rat. In the middle of my clothes. It was pretty much dried up but still immensely gross.

3) on a complete different register, i planted some habanero seeds. And touched my face afterwards. I should know better. My face has now been on fire for 2 hours.

Now let's be honest. If the stuff that happens to me wouldn't happen to me, life wouldn't be half as fun. Mine at least!

But still.

It's Getting Worse

I'm allergic to a lot of stuff. Everything has been pretty much under control but i have a feeling it's getting worse every year.

At age 13 (maybe 14), i was declared allergic to dust mites. In other word, to all the little microscopic bugs that can be found in the dust. Not the dust in the streets or outside, the dust you find in the houses. So as soon as i was vaccuuming my room, changing my sheets, cleaning behind my desk, it was a non stop run of sneezing and running nose.

Then we found out i was also allergic to mold. And living in a 100+ year old house with my parents was probably not helping.

Then, after a very interesting turn of events, i found out i was allergic (and that's probably my most serious allergy so far) to a solvent called benzene. How did i found out? At the hairdresser, wanting to go platinum blonde and ending up with my head the shape of a light bulb. With my scalp so burnt it turned red, and my hair all glued up together like giant rat tails. 

I said benzene is my worse allergy cuz you can find benzene or its derivatives in pretty much anything that includes solvent: thiner, amoniac, paint (to name but a few).

Then i got a serious intestinal infection and dont do milk well anymore. I mean i can still drink milk but i know i'll spend the next 3 days in the bathroom. So not so much fun!

Last year, i got an allergic reaction to aspirin. 

And just last week, i was washing my hair with this new shampoo i bought to enlighten my hair and i was feeling kinda weird afterwards. Like my entire face was pulsing. My eyes were puffed up the following morning as well but were back to normal after i made it to work so i didnt pay much attention to it.

After a couple of days, i washed my hair again and again, i felt weird. Dear Beloved was so much quicker to react and told me to get my ass back in the shower to wash off the shampoo residue  and check the composition of this new shampoo that was most likely toxic for me.

And he was right. My new chamomille shampoo has amoniac derivatives as part of its formula and i was getting an allergic reaction. 

So what's next? I mean seriously, dust mites, mold, solvents, milk, aspirin and even shampoo!!! Add to that the fact that i'm asthmatic and yay, what a cool healthy life i have! I'm also allergic to slow people, lack of common sense and racism but i dont think there are meds for these!

The Reason

This below, is the reason i've been unable to write anything for so long. I went on a trip called Mexico Grande to check on it since i've been remotedly operating it for a year and a half already. I couldnt keep this blog updated cuz ...

i shopped in Morelia's candy store ...

horse-back rode in Zihuatanejo ...

saw the cliff divers of la Quebrada in Acapulco ...

enjoyed lunch on the pier of 100% natural restaurant (in Acapulco again) ...

bought silver in Taxco ...

sailed on a Trajinera in the floating gardens of Xochimilco ...

went to the Lucha Libre in Arena Mexico ...

visited the A-MA-ZING Metropolitan Cathedral in Mexico City ...

climbed the Sun Pyramid in Teotihuacan ...

discovered beautiful Merida ...

visited Chichen Itza ...

took a dip in Cenote Ik-kil

met with friends in Playa del Carmen (sorry Timo, i still dont have a picture of us 2!)

and worked from our offices in Cancun ...

All that.

And then some.

TWICE.

It wasnt a vacation. It was work related.

Sort of.

:D

Still Alive

For those of you who were wondering what the heck is happening in my life since i haven't been posting for exactly a month now, please rest assured that i am still alive and that crazy stuff still happens to me on a regular basis. The reason behind my silence is that i have been traveling for work for 26 days over a month and a half period and didn't get the chance (or time) to write anything.

So stay put ... the good stuff is coming back very soon :)

Happy Mother's Day

So i called my mom this morning since it's Mother's Day. Well, no, it's Mother's Day in the States, in Mexico and who knows where else but not in France it's not. In France, Mother's Day is the last Sunday of May. 

I called her anyway, and i told her: happy mother's day!!!!! you know with that joyful voice you use when you wish someone a happy birthday, anniversary, new job, or a happy whatever.

And she answered this:

What? Emm, OK then.

O_o

FAIL

EPIC FAIL

I have a mom.

She's kinda dead inside.

So now i feel like an idiot for wishing her a happy mother's day cuz it's not mother's day where i'm from and i will most likely completely forget about it when it's actually it in a couple of more weeks.

I'm in a no-win situation.

Painfully In Love

I know the title doesn't sound too good but i couldn't find any other expression to describe the feelings. I swore to myself i wouldn't brag about my feelings on Facebook, nor will i bother my friends (real and virtual) with pictures and videos of the kids i might have one day. I think it's annoying to a point i'll block you if you do that. True story. It happened to a friend of mine (whom i don't think he knows why we're not friends on FB any longer). Every 2 hours, he was bragging about his love for his girlfriend (who became his wife eventually) and she was bragging back and it was a constant incessant vomit of PDA. For the entire virtual world to see. And it bothered me. I mean they're both people i consider friends in real life but i don't need them to convince me they love each other. She loves you, you love her, good for you, now let's do something more interesting with your life. Who are you trying to convince? Me? Yourself?

OSH. So it's very rare i actually brag about having the most amazing boyfriend on planet earth even if i believe i do.

Having the opportunity to write whatever i want on this blog is the opportunity for me to brag about my love for Dear Beloved. End of it all, if you're reading these lines, it's because you want to, not because they're in your face on your FB's wall. 

I've thought about writing this post for some time now. I just never found the moment to do so. But today is the day. 

This is a post for my boyfriend, for Dear Beloved as i call him within these pages, for you Babe. 

We've been together for just under a year and a half now. It's not a lot but it's still long enough to make it count. We got together against all odds and made it last against all odds too. You're very different to the type of guys I've dated in the past. You're not the kind of man i would have noticed at first, or i would have hit on, but this is most likely what made it, what made "us" work.

In my previous relationships, even the ones that have last for years, I've always found the flaw that would break us eventually. 

Every

Single

Time

This little something you know someday, you wont be able to look pass it anymore. That little irritating thing he's doing, that way he has to say something, his way of life, his youth, his education, whatever it is, you know it's there. You know you don't like it and you know that one day, it will irritate the hell out of you. In my case, i know about it, work hard on putting it aside thinking my intuition might be wrong this time, this will not break us up, i will get used to it, i will like it eventually, and all the crap you can put yourself in your own head to convince yourself you didn't make a mistake.

IT
DOESN'T
WORK

Not for me anyway. But maybe because i'm a crazy impulsive head who tends to say "sod it, fuck it all, i'm outta here" easily. Or maybe it's because i can only take crap for so long. Love is blind and it makes you do stuff you wouldn't normally do but if you're down miserable, why the flying fuck do you stay??

Well the situation here is new. 

I haven't found that thing in Dear Beloved. I just cant find the flaw. I'm sure he has plenty but none of them has triggered that "get the hell out of here now" bell. And that kinda bell generally starts ringing pretty early in the relationship. Not 1.5 yrs later.

So why the negative title? Because i cant describe it any other way. When i look at him, i feel so much love it kinda hurt my guts. It's love beyond words. It's Love with a capital L. It's THE person you want to meet in your life, he's the one who makes you feel alive, who makes you feel beautiful and loved, he who means the world to you. The person you think about every single second of the day. He's that person you feel your heart crumbling down a little when you say goodbye in the morning while departing to work, that person you miss like crazy when he's late from work or out with friends. That person you feel you can never give enough to make it up to your feelings and the fact that he's part of your life.

He's all that.

And more.

So much more.

I didn't even know it was possible to love that much. So much that there'll never be enough words or for sure, not the right ones to honor it and do the feeling justice. It's so gigantic my heart might explode! Since that'd be pretty messy, i'll leave you with this Nat King Cole sing that sums it all up nicely:

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can


Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you


L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can


Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you

 I love you Roberto!

Speaking Is The Key To Success

A few years back, when i was working as operations manager on the pier, receiving cruise ship guests, i was working with a very good friend of mine named David. David was that kind of happy-go-lucky people who's always pumped up even after a 2 hours night sleep. I've known him pretty much since the first month I've been living and working here in PV. On the pier, he was helping me with the check-ins and reporting to me.

One day, it was almost time for a tour to depart and he told me that he was still 2 people short. To which i asked him: what about the 2 folks lining up behind you??

He turned around, look at the couple standing up behind him and asked them:

- can i help you?

- we're with you, said the gentleman smiling.

That's when David told him this exact sentence:

- sir, speaking is the key to success, if you don't tell me you're with me, how can i know? You're the 2 i'm waiting for, now let's go!

I told him in the aftermaths that he shouldn't talk to people like this because even if he was cordial, it wasn't very nice of him. But i couldn't help thinking, damn, that is so true.

I even saw a sign with the same sentence (kinda) in a local bus here. It was saying: not because you're standing in front of the door means that you want to get off. Please request your stop on time!

All throughout my life, I've heard people telling me how lucky i am. Truth is, i don't believe in luck. I believe in getting on your feet and go out there MAKE your luck. If you don't speak out about what you want for yourself or in your life, it is not going to fall in front of you by divine intervention. People are not psychics. They don't know what you want and more to the point, they don't care enough to find out. So SPEAK UP!.

Last week, i got to the point that i was about to explode at work. I am was in charge of the operations of all the bookings we're dealing with and to get more specific, making sure that all the clients we have on the field are getting what they paid for. Our clients are picky ones. They're the type of people that will complaint because the vehicle they're travelling with is grey and not white. Because the guide doesn't have all his teeth or because they want to do Tequila testing in Yucatan even though it's not the place at all. And part of my job is to make sure they get what they want. The other part of my job was supervising set departure groups. And let's be honest, it's a different job but one i connect to a lot more. More in sync with what i like to do and with who i am.

So last week, on the verge of exploding, i went to talk to my boss and told her: i'm not happy with my job, it makes me feel miserable and this is why i don't think i'm the right person for it. However, i really like the company i work for and i would like to ask for the opportunity of getting the management of the groups part only and maybe find someone else for the other part of my job.

One week later, we had our corporate retreat week, we had personal evaluations, we had meetings and chats, and today, it's been officially announced: i am the new operation manager for groups.

JUST

ONE

WEEK

LATER

If i hadn't spoken my mind, would that have happened? I don't think so. Or maybe not that fast anyway! I'm so excited, a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I'm happier than a pig in shit!

Now move over you losers, i'm gonna be queen of the world!

I Feel Like An Old Fart

As some of you might know, this past week was our Corporate Retreat. And as part of it, we did an activity all together, outside of the office. And that activity was none other than the Canopy tour of Vallarta Adventures. 

Since Dear Beloved is one of the guides there and that all my colleagues know him, we asked for him to be part of our guiding team. So it was pretty awesome to spend a few hours having fun with my colleagues and my man!

I've done the canopy trip more times than i can remember and even though i have a blast every time i go, i always feel like a million years old in the aftermath. Let's be honest, the tour is a blast. But how the people working there can do it up to 4 times a day without passing out is a complete mystery to me.

Everybody at work has that erroneous idea that i am super fit just because i bike to work every day. Biking is not like zip lining, biking is not like climbing either.

On the tour, the zip lining itself is super fun. The rappelling as well. But the bridges and the ladder, not so much. Oh my the ladder. I normally take the other way around the ladder cuz i had done it once before and almost passed out. But i was like, OK, i'm fitter than i used to be, let's give it a shot. That was a big mistake. It's a 20 meters ladder that feels like a mile long. After a few minutes, i was like, yeah i must have passed the half of it. I looked up and damn, i wasn't even one third through!

I had taken a shot of Ventolin prior to getting up the ladder and that surely helped me. But even though my lungs were up to it, none of my body muscles were. I mean 3 days later and i'm still in pain. Pain that comes from places i didn't even know had muscles in!

The good thing is, out of the 17 people that are part of Journey Mexico's team, i'm the 6th oldest but definitely not the stiffest!

So where are you young in-shape people??

It Was An Accident

It was an accident! We didn't expected it AT ALL! We had no idea"

This is what a dumb ass actress from Hollywood said in an interview when asked about her recently discovered pregnancy. 

Seriously?

Are you fucking KIDDING ME??

You're 30+, have obviously unprotected sex with your husband/boyfriend and act surprised cuz you're PREGNANT?

JA JA JA JA JA. Oh my god, you're such an idiot.

Out in the middle of nowhere, when you're 10 years old, a century ago, ok, maybe, i'd give you the "i have no idea how this works" but in the 21st century. Dude, you're a celebrity. Everything you say will be printed and taken as an example. People will listen to your words like you're the messiah. And you come out with something THIS hugely stupid.

Oh dear god. And i thought "teen mom" was one of the most stupid shows ever produced on TV (that and a whole bunch of others i'll spare here (for now) that show how sick a world we live in (and sad and pathetic). You don't need no reality show to laugh at stupid people. You just have to watch live interviews of celebrities. 

I'm not saying all are stupid, far from this. But some should really be nominated for the dumb-ass Oscar. And knowing that they're reproducing themselves on top of that, without evident clue on how on earth did that even happen to them? Oh dear, where is this world going??

Sing Out Loud

THIS is what my boss told me at work the other day!

O_o

As you should know if you read my previous post, i love to sing on top of my lungs when i'm alone, especially if it's in my car. And since i don't have a car anymore, i listen to my old USB key with a pair of gigantic headset at work. It helps me focusing on the stuff i'm doing without being interrupted or distracted by my colleagues.

Obviously, i cant sing on top of my lungs sitting at my desk. I mean how about that as a distraction for the rest of them! I DO sing however, but silently. And even though i articulate every single lyrics i know and like with every song i listen to, i do so without a sound coming out of my mouth.

The other day was no exception except that my boss "caught" me in the action of pretending to be America's next singing sensation and he asked me (hence interrupting me while i was listening to a very cool song by Nicki Minaj - which, by the way, i hate (being interrupted i mean)): are you singing what you're listening to? No dumb ass i'm rehearsing the play i'll be presenting tonight at the Theater (i also used to do that in my car, rehearsing scenarios over and over until i was 100% happy and then repeating it again and again because it made me happy - long story, might write about it! stay tuned!).

To his question, i just said yes i am.

And that's when he said : come on, sing out loud then!

AJA

SURE

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NO

a) he himself would most likely shut me up in a pretty nasty way if i'd ever dare to sing out loud on a regular basis

and b) you really don't want me to sing out loud the songs i'm listening to!!!

At that specific moment, i was listening to Nicki Minaj (as i said) "starships" and it was that moment in the sing when she says: we're higher than a motherfucker", immediately followed (i had the USB on shuffle) by "move bitch, get out the way, get out the way bitch get out the way" by Ludacris (which is the most awesome song to sing in the car when you're overtaking some idiot driving 2 an hour: cuz "if you do the speed limit get the fuck out of my way" ...) Chanson pleine de finesse!!!

And then after that, i had the "here's to us" song by Halestorm which is also very refined in the lyrics: " Here's to us, Here's to love! All the times that we messed up, Here's to you, fill the glass

Cause the last few nights have kicked my ass. If they give you hell, tell em to go fuck themselves ...

So NO, i wont sing out loud, boss! I'll keep it for myself!