Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Times up, I’m sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist.
Kudos to the one who can tell me the name of the song and the author(s). Hint: these guys are my favorite MC’s of all time.
But I know I’ve been gone for a very long while. The fact is that I just did not know anything to write about. It’s not that there has nothing happened to write about, it’s more about not knowing how to share it. Isn’t this what they would call a writer’s block? Anyway, I think I have found a subject to write about and I’ll see where it takes me. It can become a long post or a short one, I don’t know because I am not the type of writer who has written everything inside her head and only needs to note it down. I am writing down what my feelings tell me at this very moment.
Here it goes. It was last Saturday and I was on my way home from a day in town. Because there was a fire at my home station a few days earlier, there was only a train every hour, and of course I missed it so I had to wait for the next one. While I was sitting there, it was around 6pm, a bunch of guys who were celebrating a bachelors party arrived my gate. Some of them were already drunk, some were sober but one of the guys started a conversation with me, and soon the whole group joined the conversation.
Since it was a bachelor’s party, the subject turned to relationships of course. They were all surprised I was still single because –and now I am using his words- “I was a foxy lady”. I mean, really? Am I a foxy lady? Maybe the magazines are right and the super skinny girls are becoming out of fashion, but I’ve never heard that my type of girl –I am more like the Jennifer Hudson type- can be described as foxy… Most men prefer to call that “fat”. Anyway, I love my curves.
But one thing the guy said kept lingering in my mind - “luckily you are not wearing asocial earphones because that screams: stay away from me, I am not available for any kind of social interaction”. I must say, he might be right. When you are stuck somewhere and you switch on your iPod, you are shutting yourself off from everyone around you and then other people who, at first, thought you looked interesting, might not be interested anymore once they see the earphones. That is indeed what I have noticed in the past 3 years. You get on the train each day and you often see the same faces, but you never ever spoken to them, because we are all locked up in our little world.
Body image decides for a large part whether people notice you on the street or not. That and a banging body of course. But since that banging Angelina Jolie body is a utopia, I will have to work it with my persona and style. You cannot be too diva-like because that seems to scare of the people from actually walking up to you and starting a conversation. The main problem here is that I am addicted to my silk scarves and Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses… The other mistake is the girl-next-door-look. She might be a beautiful girl, but you never notice her because she can easily be overlooked because she just does not stand out, matter of fact, she just blends in the crowd. Yet again, this is/was I, even though I try to stand out –maybe a cute accessory, a piece of clothing that shows my slim waistline with curvy bottom or something else that pulls the attention- but sometimes I cannot help to notice I look dull and even boring. I mean, I would never start a conversation with myself on those days because I would not even notice I was there. So then what does do the trick? Well when I was waiting for my train in the morning, a girl with a very short skirt was also waiting on her train and when a group of guys passed her, they asked for her phone number. Fine, I admit, I wouldn’t want to get asked for my phone number because I was wearing a skirt that barely covered my ass, but still the fact remains that she was asked for her phone number. Now what does this mean: most guys don’t care about conversations, all they want is a girl that wears a short skirt and has a banging body. Solution: I’m single and that’s how I will remain until the day that men stop being so superficial!
PS: The song’s title was I Know You Got Soul by Eric B. & Rakim.
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Times up, I’m sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist.
Kudos to the one who can tell me the name of the song and the author(s). Hint: these guys are my favorite MC’s of all time.
But I know I’ve been gone for a very long while. The fact is that I just did not know anything to write about. It’s not that there has nothing happened to write about, it’s more about not knowing how to share it. Isn’t this what they would call a writer’s block? Anyway, I think I have found a subject to write about and I’ll see where it takes me. It can become a long post or a short one, I don’t know because I am not the type of writer who has written everything inside her head and only needs to note it down. I am writing down what my feelings tell me at this very moment.
Here it goes. It was last Saturday and I was on my way home from a day in town. Because there was a fire at my home station a few days earlier, there was only a train every hour, and of course I missed it so I had to wait for the next one. While I was sitting there, it was around 6pm, a bunch of guys who were celebrating a bachelors party arrived my gate. Some of them were already drunk, some were sober but one of the guys started a conversation with me, and soon the whole group joined the conversation.
Since it was a bachelor’s party, the subject turned to relationships of course. They were all surprised I was still single because –and now I am using his words- “I was a foxy lady”. I mean, really? Am I a foxy lady? Maybe the magazines are right and the super skinny girls are becoming out of fashion, but I’ve never heard that my type of girl –I am more like the Jennifer Hudson type- can be described as foxy… Most men prefer to call that “fat”. Anyway, I love my curves.
But one thing the guy said kept lingering in my mind - “luckily you are not wearing asocial earphones because that screams: stay away from me, I am not available for any kind of social interaction”. I must say, he might be right. When you are stuck somewhere and you switch on your iPod, you are shutting yourself off from everyone around you and then other people who, at first, thought you looked interesting, might not be interested anymore once they see the earphones. That is indeed what I have noticed in the past 3 years. You get on the train each day and you often see the same faces, but you never ever spoken to them, because we are all locked up in our little world.
Body image decides for a large part whether people notice you on the street or not. That and a banging body of course. But since that banging Angelina Jolie body is a utopia, I will have to work it with my persona and style. You cannot be too diva-like because that seems to scare of the people from actually walking up to you and starting a conversation. The main problem here is that I am addicted to my silk scarves and Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses… The other mistake is the girl-next-door-look. She might be a beautiful girl, but you never notice her because she can easily be overlooked because she just does not stand out, matter of fact, she just blends in the crowd. Yet again, this is/was I, even though I try to stand out –maybe a cute accessory, a piece of clothing that shows my slim waistline with curvy bottom or something else that pulls the attention- but sometimes I cannot help to notice I look dull and even boring. I mean, I would never start a conversation with myself on those days because I would not even notice I was there. So then what does do the trick? Well when I was waiting for my train in the morning, a girl with a very short skirt was also waiting on her train and when a group of guys passed her, they asked for her phone number. Fine, I admit, I wouldn’t want to get asked for my phone number because I was wearing a skirt that barely covered my ass, but still the fact remains that she was asked for her phone number. Now what does this mean: most guys don’t care about conversations, all they want is a girl that wears a short skirt and has a banging body. Solution: I’m single and that’s how I will remain until the day that men stop being so superficial!
PS: The song’s title was I Know You Got Soul by Eric B. & Rakim.
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