If I was a month I would be: June
If I was a weekday: Friday
If I was a moment in the day: Evening
If I was a drink: Carolans
If I was a musical instrument: Saxophone
If I was a fruit: a Fig or Passion fruit
If I was a food: Spaghetti with basil
If I was a part of the body: Appendix :D (joke) Lips
If I was a subject: english
If I was a number: 7
If I was a colur: blue, lilac
If I was a city: London
If I was a smell: Pure poison by Dior
If I was an ice cream: Planica(strawberry + chocolate)
If I was a furniture: Sofa
If I was a language: portugese
If I was a flower: orchid
If I was a verb: to smile
If I was an animal: a cat
If I was a station: summer
If I was a cloth: shoes? :D
If I was a book: "Doing it"
If I was a virtue: ability to listen and consult
If I was a present: a box of chocolates
If I was a sense: taste
sreda, 18. junij 2008
petek, 06. junij 2008
The diary of a hip hop dancer: Part 6
Ta je pa za Majo, najlepšo izmed najlepših bodočih novinark, ker me podpira in spodbuja. =)
En delček pa za Niko (Mickey's coffeeshop =)), ker nisem vedela kako naj ti drugače pokažem, da si še zmeraj moja biatch. =) Upam, da me ne boš tožila zaradi avtorskih pravic, navsezadnje sem poimenovala kavarno tebi v čast! =D
16:20. I called Blake and we have a date tonight! He said that he taught that I was cute and that I stood out with that green top of mine in the dull, boring restaurant, full of business men and boring people. He has a deep, tender voice, that ignites my imagination. I can't stop smiling, I'm jumping around the house and grinning like a maniac. This couldn't have come at a better time, something fresh, a fling or whatever it's going to be. He seems really nice and it'll be a good chance to forget about Alex. Speaking of him, I guess he already suspected that something's wrong, because I didn't come to practise in Monday. I always come to practise, but that day I just didn't feel like it, seeing him all gorgeous and dancing... I guess I'll go tommorow, they must have done a lot for the nationals in Monday, so I'll ask Stella to show me what they did in the afternoon, she invited me to her place to watch a movie.
17:30. We're watching Hitman. It's a wannabe triller, based on the computer game. Stella's watching it only because of Timothy Olyphant, the lead actor. She's watching the movie only until he takes his shirt off, then she'll go gardening or something. That's her wonderfull ability to be shallow. And yes, here is Agent 47, under the shower, the camera is showing in slo-mo drops of water dripping down his muscular body and Stella is moaning and sighing and crying with joy. I'm glad she has her eyes fixed on the TV, so she can't see my eyes rolling. And here she is, jumping out of the armchair, saying something about she has to see more of this hotness and running to the computer in the corner of the room.
I stayed there and watched the movie to the end. It's a quite good movie, only a bit cliche.
Later on, Stella and I were talking in the kitchen, by a nice, hot cup of cappuchino. I told her everything about the mysterious mister Blake and she said to me, I quote: "You should totally at least snog him tonight!" with those sparkling eyes of hers. I laughed and said that I had no intention of kissing a guy that I don't know and see for the first time tonight. But finishing that sentence, a smirk still stayed on my face, when an image of me and Blake popped up in my head.
19:00. I'm already late! I kneeeeew this would happen. God damn clocks and the idiot that started counting time! i should have already been at Mickey's Coffeeshop, but I'm at home, with a nylon sock stuck on my thigh, with makeup on only the left eye, doing my bra! I can't believe this, I can't do something on time even when there's a hot guy waiting for me in the caffeteria! I sent him a text message that i'l unfortunately be a bit late. I just hope he's not gone by the time I get there and that it isn't raining outside, because if it is, then straightening my long brown hair was for nothing. I'm rushing with my lilac dress, pulling it over my head. I break a record and do my makeup in just five minutes. Then I grab my black Manolo Blahnik high heels (I rarely wear them, because they cost a fortune! I'll probably gonna have to sell them on the black market, because of our finantial state... Why the black market? You never EVER sell Manolo shoes and let others know about it.) and walk quickly out the door.
19:10. I'm at the caffeteria. The place is full, like usually at evenings. I look around the cosy bar and look for the waiter-from-heaven. When my eyes circulate the room I move my handbag from one arm to the other. And suddenly, my eyes stay fixed on the black-haired lad by the table by the window. His look is drifting through the window, he hasn't noticed me. I take a deep breath and start walking towards him. I hear only the sound of my high heels, hitting the floor and think about what I'm going to say to him and not make myself look like a complete retard. My eyes are still fixed on him, and his on the dark centre of the city, filled with small lights. I just hope I won't suddenly forget how to walk in high heels and trip myself over... Oh my god, he's so dreamy! How could a guy like that ask a random chick like me to go out with him?
When I hardly avoid the waitress that was passing by, I get to his table. I stand there for a milisecond and then say: "Hello.."
He rips his eyes away from the window and checks me from head to toe. No warm smile, no sparkles in his eyes, just a confused look. He sits up, leans forward and says with hesitation:
"Um... Hi."
Well he can't be that shy... Not the guy that wrote his number on a bill, for christ sake!
"I'm Mia, the girl from the restaurant?" I say and my smile was melting away.
He frowned and said:"No, you're not..."
OUCH! What the fuck was that?! Is this some kind of a mind game to show him that I'm worthy of having a drink with him? My facial expression is utterly serious by now.
"Yes, I am... You gave me the bill with your number on it, we talked a couple of hours ago? I was at Giovanni's the other day?" The last sentence was said in half-despair.
"Um... I really don't think you're the girl that I..." He stopped in the middle of the sentence and I realised what had happened.
"Oh my god... You thought I was the other girl... We both had a green top, the same model and we both have long brown hair... You thought I was Tina..."
He nodded... "Yes, I guess Tina's the one that the bill was meant for..."
Honestly, in that moment I felt like a piece of shit. Literally. My self confidence was crushed and I just mummbled something like sorry and rushed out of the caffeteria. I felt so ashamed and embarassed. Gosh, Tina just couldn't have worn a different top that day, could she? If she had, then all this mess wouldn't be neccessary. My feet hurt and I wanted to get home as soon as possible. The great day ended catastrophically and the thing that would've made it officially the worst day ever was missing the bus. No need to say it twice, so it was. I thought that I'd be out longer, so I was going to take the 10 o'clock bus home. I sat down on the bench ba the street. I took off my high heels, worn for no effect, obviously. I leaned back and closed my eyes. In that moment, I didn't like Tina that much anymore.
SLOVARČEK
dull - dolgočasen
to grin - režati se
a fling - avantura
to snog - poljubiti se/'mečkati' se
a smirk - nasmešek
to frown - namrščiti se
utterly - popolnoma, totalno
En delček pa za Niko (Mickey's coffeeshop =)), ker nisem vedela kako naj ti drugače pokažem, da si še zmeraj moja biatch. =) Upam, da me ne boš tožila zaradi avtorskih pravic, navsezadnje sem poimenovala kavarno tebi v čast! =D
16:20. I called Blake and we have a date tonight! He said that he taught that I was cute and that I stood out with that green top of mine in the dull, boring restaurant, full of business men and boring people. He has a deep, tender voice, that ignites my imagination. I can't stop smiling, I'm jumping around the house and grinning like a maniac. This couldn't have come at a better time, something fresh, a fling or whatever it's going to be. He seems really nice and it'll be a good chance to forget about Alex. Speaking of him, I guess he already suspected that something's wrong, because I didn't come to practise in Monday. I always come to practise, but that day I just didn't feel like it, seeing him all gorgeous and dancing... I guess I'll go tommorow, they must have done a lot for the nationals in Monday, so I'll ask Stella to show me what they did in the afternoon, she invited me to her place to watch a movie.
17:30. We're watching Hitman. It's a wannabe triller, based on the computer game. Stella's watching it only because of Timothy Olyphant, the lead actor. She's watching the movie only until he takes his shirt off, then she'll go gardening or something. That's her wonderfull ability to be shallow. And yes, here is Agent 47, under the shower, the camera is showing in slo-mo drops of water dripping down his muscular body and Stella is moaning and sighing and crying with joy. I'm glad she has her eyes fixed on the TV, so she can't see my eyes rolling. And here she is, jumping out of the armchair, saying something about she has to see more of this hotness and running to the computer in the corner of the room.
I stayed there and watched the movie to the end. It's a quite good movie, only a bit cliche.
Later on, Stella and I were talking in the kitchen, by a nice, hot cup of cappuchino. I told her everything about the mysterious mister Blake and she said to me, I quote: "You should totally at least snog him tonight!" with those sparkling eyes of hers. I laughed and said that I had no intention of kissing a guy that I don't know and see for the first time tonight. But finishing that sentence, a smirk still stayed on my face, when an image of me and Blake popped up in my head.
19:00. I'm already late! I kneeeeew this would happen. God damn clocks and the idiot that started counting time! i should have already been at Mickey's Coffeeshop, but I'm at home, with a nylon sock stuck on my thigh, with makeup on only the left eye, doing my bra! I can't believe this, I can't do something on time even when there's a hot guy waiting for me in the caffeteria! I sent him a text message that i'l unfortunately be a bit late. I just hope he's not gone by the time I get there and that it isn't raining outside, because if it is, then straightening my long brown hair was for nothing. I'm rushing with my lilac dress, pulling it over my head. I break a record and do my makeup in just five minutes. Then I grab my black Manolo Blahnik high heels (I rarely wear them, because they cost a fortune! I'll probably gonna have to sell them on the black market, because of our finantial state... Why the black market? You never EVER sell Manolo shoes and let others know about it.) and walk quickly out the door.
19:10. I'm at the caffeteria. The place is full, like usually at evenings. I look around the cosy bar and look for the waiter-from-heaven. When my eyes circulate the room I move my handbag from one arm to the other. And suddenly, my eyes stay fixed on the black-haired lad by the table by the window. His look is drifting through the window, he hasn't noticed me. I take a deep breath and start walking towards him. I hear only the sound of my high heels, hitting the floor and think about what I'm going to say to him and not make myself look like a complete retard. My eyes are still fixed on him, and his on the dark centre of the city, filled with small lights. I just hope I won't suddenly forget how to walk in high heels and trip myself over... Oh my god, he's so dreamy! How could a guy like that ask a random chick like me to go out with him?
When I hardly avoid the waitress that was passing by, I get to his table. I stand there for a milisecond and then say: "Hello.."
He rips his eyes away from the window and checks me from head to toe. No warm smile, no sparkles in his eyes, just a confused look. He sits up, leans forward and says with hesitation:
"Um... Hi."
Well he can't be that shy... Not the guy that wrote his number on a bill, for christ sake!
"I'm Mia, the girl from the restaurant?" I say and my smile was melting away.
He frowned and said:"No, you're not..."
OUCH! What the fuck was that?! Is this some kind of a mind game to show him that I'm worthy of having a drink with him? My facial expression is utterly serious by now.
"Yes, I am... You gave me the bill with your number on it, we talked a couple of hours ago? I was at Giovanni's the other day?" The last sentence was said in half-despair.
"Um... I really don't think you're the girl that I..." He stopped in the middle of the sentence and I realised what had happened.
"Oh my god... You thought I was the other girl... We both had a green top, the same model and we both have long brown hair... You thought I was Tina..."
He nodded... "Yes, I guess Tina's the one that the bill was meant for..."
Honestly, in that moment I felt like a piece of shit. Literally. My self confidence was crushed and I just mummbled something like sorry and rushed out of the caffeteria. I felt so ashamed and embarassed. Gosh, Tina just couldn't have worn a different top that day, could she? If she had, then all this mess wouldn't be neccessary. My feet hurt and I wanted to get home as soon as possible. The great day ended catastrophically and the thing that would've made it officially the worst day ever was missing the bus. No need to say it twice, so it was. I thought that I'd be out longer, so I was going to take the 10 o'clock bus home. I sat down on the bench ba the street. I took off my high heels, worn for no effect, obviously. I leaned back and closed my eyes. In that moment, I didn't like Tina that much anymore.
SLOVARČEK
dull - dolgočasen
to grin - režati se
a fling - avantura
to snog - poljubiti se/'mečkati' se
a smirk - nasmešek
to frown - namrščiti se
utterly - popolnoma, totalno
The diary of a hip hop dancer: Part 5
When I see your smile,
it drives me wild...
And I can't explain it,
uh, it's killing me, baby...
13:10. I've just woken up. I feel dizzy, as if a pick-up truck drove over me. I sit up and hold my head because it can't stand up on its own. I think about what happened last night.
"Ooooooh, shit!"
And then I remember what happened last night. We were getting drunk in the skate park (There goes my New Year's pledge about not drinking anymore.) and Jules and Kat were out of control, kissing boys and yelling in Español. Stella, Natalie and I were alone... I think... And we cheered to a night without boys, because I was disappointed with Alex and they've been disappointed with blokes for a long time and then...
OHMYGOD. I got a bit too wasted and I threw the bottle in the air and it landed just a foot away from a lad, who Jules was making out with. The guy was totally hammered, went completely mad, started screaming that we could've killed him, I got scared so I grabbed Nat and ran away, but we couldn't find Stella! We called her and looked everywhere we could, not to come too close to the psycho in the park. Suddenly, the guy appears right in front of me, calling me a bitch, and I started running as fast as I could away from him. I was dead scared. I ran to a house nearby. I stopped for a second and caught my breath. It must have been at least 2 A.M. so I headed home. I didn't want to stay there if the freak might come back, but I was worried about Stella and Natalie, so I texted them.
Natalie soon wrote back that she was already at home, she ran like hell. But she had no idea what happened to Stella, she said that she probably went with Kat and Jules or something. So it kept my mind off of it for the night.
But now I'm really worried. What if something had happened to her? I sighed, got out of bed and called her. She didn't answer. I called Kat then.
"Hey, party animal, have you seen Stella anywhere last night after the incident?"
"Mia, you're crazy! The guy was furious, he could've slaughtered all of us, as drunk as he was. But, no, I haven't seen her after that. I thought she was with you?" Kat said.
"Oh, shit! Oh God, this isn't good... What if the guy did something to her?" I got nervous.
"Girl, I have no idea... This is bad..." Kat replied.
Then I called Natalie if she knew anything. She said that I should call Jules. So I did.
And I found out that Stella was with her, and she was terrified last night when they got home, because the guy was threatening to her, because I wasn't there so he came up on her. I didn't know what to say, I felt so bad. I asked if I could talk to her, and I apologised. We worked things out and she said that next time when I want to kill someone, I should be a 'man' and confront him when he wants revenge. I agreed. Then I was calmed and I made myself some breakfast. A deserved one, after all this mind-blowing confusion, I could say.
14:10. I went downstairs to make breakfast. The whole house was so quiet.
"Dad? Mom? Kyle?" Nobody answered.
I went to the kitchen and found a note on the fridge.
Mia! We're at Giovanni's, celebrating dad's birthday. We didn't want to wake you up, since you came home late last night, so come over when you see the note.
Oh, man! I had completely forgotten about dad's birthday... He's 36 today. I should buy him something. Like a book about medicine or a pack of cuban cigars or something. How could I forget?!
14:20. I got dressed and left the house. It's not that far to Giovanni's restaurant, so I walked. It was also a good way to show off my new green top, which I was keeping for a special occasion. Maybe I run into one of the cute boys from school, you never know. So I was walking down the road, went by the flower shop, past the school and the bank, by the cinema and I could already see dad's car on the parking lot. So I entered Giovanni's and the first thing I saw was the whole family, including grandma and grandpa and my aunt and uncle with their daughter. I had no idea that he was going to make a party that big and invite half of our relatives. The crowd noticed me and cheerfully invited me to join them.
"Happy birthday, dad!" I said with a huge smile, hoping, he wouldn't notice that I had forgotten. Grandma and grandpa stood up and slowly came to me. Seriously, they were going like 10 metres per hour. Well, what you're gonna do, they're as old as earth.
"Oh, Mia, you're so grown-up, I barely recognised you!" Grandma said with a tired voice. I hugged her and she seemed so fragile. "Well, you should come see us more often." I said to her. She smiled and took grandpa by the hand and they sat down. I sat beside my cousin Tina, so we could catch up and we started talking about everything and found out that we have the same taste in clothes, as we both had a green top, the same model, it just wasn't the same top. I regret a bit that we lost connection when they moved to America, because we could be really good friends.
17:10. So, we mostly ate the whole food and we were just lazily sitting there, talking. Then dad asks Tina to go pay the bill, because they were just sharing their ideas on the public transport and the English royal family. I walk with her, beacause I have to go to the loo. When I came back Tina is still waiting at the counter. I walk to her and we I ask her if she already asked for the bill and she says that she asked the waiter minutes ago. Aunt Tracy was calling her from the table to show the others the scar that she got when she was scuba-diving. So I said I'd wait instead of her for the bill. I leaned on the counter, watching Tina by the table, showing the others her scar on the elbow. Then I heard a voice behind me, saying: "That'll be 80,69 £, please." So I grab the bill, that the waiter had put on the counter and put there the credit card. Then I turn around again, watching the family and start wondering why dad took us to a fancy restaurant and invited half of the family if we are short on money at the moment. I just hope he won't fall into debts, just to maintain our reputation as a perfect family with no problems. I heard the waiter saying thanks and I grabbed the card and went back to the table.
555-48-23. Call me. :)
Blake
OMG! The waiter wants me to call him! I don't even remember what he looks like, I didn't really look at him... I glance through the window and catch his face outside the restaurant. He's just on a cigarette break. I am surprised how it's possible that I haven't seen him before, I would've noticed him since he's so HOT! Black short hair, a cute face, really attractive... I think I'm gonna give him a call...
SLOVARČEK
pledge - zaobljuba
to glance - pogledati
a bloke, a lad - tip, fant
to sigh - zavzdihniti
to slaughter - zaklati
scuba-diving - potapljati se z jeklenko
The diary of a hip hop dancer: Part 4
Passion,
is our passion,
in the moonlight,
on a joyride.
15:34. I went jogging this morning. It was great! I put some calm songs like Wish you were here, Build a bridge, I don't wanna miss a thing and Is this love (therefore, the classics) on my I-Pod and enjoyed the fresh air and loneliness. The park was nearly empty, just a few joggers like me were there. I also had a lot of time to think.
So, I'll give Alex a chance. I really like him and I would like to see him open up a bit and put this aroggance of his aside. I wouldn't be talking this if I hadn't seen some clear signs, that he fancies me, so we'll see what happens on Monday.
15:55. We just had lunch. Dad was kind of experimenting. I'm hungry now.
18:20. I'm off to our favourite café at the cinema, the girls are waiting for me there. I hope they still have those delicious cakes, there's nothing good in the fridge and i'm a lousy cooker, like my dad. It's raining outside, so I put on my yellow rain coat and take my transparent umbrella and leave the house.
19:12. I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain... Literally. I'm tapping my umbrella on the puddles, singing: Now that's raining more than ever, you know that we'll still have each other, you can stand under my umbrella, ela-ela-e-e-e,... Thankfully, I'm all alone in the street so noone hears or sees me. But I'm wrong. I'm just spinning with my opened umbrella when someone comes round the corner. And who is that someone? None other than Alex.
WITH A GIRL!
19:20. WITH A FREAKIN' GIIIIIRRRRLLLLL!!! A blonde! A gorgeous slim blonde girl from that professional dance studio just a few blocks away from our dance school! With a cute face! When I saw them I just turned round and pretended to call someone, so Alex didn't see me. I just stood there until they dissapeared round the corner. Alex with a girl, holding hands. Gosh! I was like a pathetic little pile of misery. I dropped my umbrella on the wet floor and it landed directly in a puddle of rain water. I leaned myself onto the wall made of bricks, which was covered in graffiti. I always try to control myself but this time, I just couldn't hold the tears. I had no idea where this came from. I obviously misjudged the situation with Alex. Aaaah stupid me! I shouldn't have started thinking that there's something between us so early. Obviously he'll fall for the professional dancer and not a greenhorn like me.
I felt so pathetic. The atmosphere was ironically fitting with my mood. The empty street, pouring rain, dark clouds and a sad, disappointed girl in a yellow rain coat which would, in this moment, change colour to grey if it was possible and a hood over her head.
20:45. I was walking slowly, so I was ever more late than I would be if I hadn't seen what I've seen. The girls were outraged with what I've told them. Especially Jules, who was so sorry that she missunderstood the situation and encouraged me to make a move on him, that she had damp eyes and I could see that she felt really bad about it. So I told her that it's okay and I'll get over it. I don't like even him that much anyway. He's just a pretty boy that cracked my heart a liiiiittle bit. He's neither the first one, nor the last one. Then Stella made a suggestion that takes part quite often in our group when times get hard for one of us. Let's get drunk!
21:00. There was no need to say it twice. We sent Natalie to the liqueur store, because she looks the oldest. She came out with two bottles of Tequilla Viuda de Romero and of course what point would it have drinking tequilla without lemon and salt? So we bought that and headed for the skate park.
The park was dark, but there were a few people. I heard boys. A couple of them soon came to us and we drank. Jules was hammered just after a couple of shots. She jumped around, screaming: "Ay, Dios mio! Qué guapo muchacho! Caramba, eres caliente! A mí me gusta tequilla!" And I roared with laughter watching her. Kat was snogging with some boy just after two hours, and the other were all around Jules. So me, Natalie and Stella were sitting there alone, drinking shots of Tequilla.
"This is the perfect way to conclude a day of disappointment." I say and smile sourly to Nat and Stella. They return me the smiles.
"Sure is."
"Ah, let's forget these douche-bags boys for a couple of hours and just enjoy being single and independent!" I exclamate.
"Now we're talking! Boys are rubbish!" Stella said.
"Quien quiere mas tequilla?" Nat said with a big smile on her face. So, we cheered to a night without boys.
SLOVARČEK
slim - vitek
pile - kupček
douche-bag - kreten
to cheer - nazdraviti
to conclude - zaključiti
puddle - luža
greenhorn - zelenec/začetnik
damp - vlažno
liqueur store - trgovina z alkoholnimi pijačami
to roar with laughter - krohotati se
to snog - poljubljati se/'mečkati' se
is our passion,
in the moonlight,
on a joyride.
We love this exaltation (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)
We want the new temptations (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)
It's like a revelation (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)
We live on fascination.
We want the new temptations (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)
It's like a revelation (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)
We live on fascination.
15:34. I went jogging this morning. It was great! I put some calm songs like Wish you were here, Build a bridge, I don't wanna miss a thing and Is this love (therefore, the classics) on my I-Pod and enjoyed the fresh air and loneliness. The park was nearly empty, just a few joggers like me were there. I also had a lot of time to think.
So, I'll give Alex a chance. I really like him and I would like to see him open up a bit and put this aroggance of his aside. I wouldn't be talking this if I hadn't seen some clear signs, that he fancies me, so we'll see what happens on Monday.
15:55. We just had lunch. Dad was kind of experimenting. I'm hungry now.
18:20. I'm off to our favourite café at the cinema, the girls are waiting for me there. I hope they still have those delicious cakes, there's nothing good in the fridge and i'm a lousy cooker, like my dad. It's raining outside, so I put on my yellow rain coat and take my transparent umbrella and leave the house.
19:12. I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain... Literally. I'm tapping my umbrella on the puddles, singing: Now that's raining more than ever, you know that we'll still have each other, you can stand under my umbrella, ela-ela-e-e-e,... Thankfully, I'm all alone in the street so noone hears or sees me. But I'm wrong. I'm just spinning with my opened umbrella when someone comes round the corner. And who is that someone? None other than Alex.
WITH A GIRL!
19:20. WITH A FREAKIN' GIIIIIRRRRLLLLL!!! A blonde! A gorgeous slim blonde girl from that professional dance studio just a few blocks away from our dance school! With a cute face! When I saw them I just turned round and pretended to call someone, so Alex didn't see me. I just stood there until they dissapeared round the corner. Alex with a girl, holding hands. Gosh! I was like a pathetic little pile of misery. I dropped my umbrella on the wet floor and it landed directly in a puddle of rain water. I leaned myself onto the wall made of bricks, which was covered in graffiti. I always try to control myself but this time, I just couldn't hold the tears. I had no idea where this came from. I obviously misjudged the situation with Alex. Aaaah stupid me! I shouldn't have started thinking that there's something between us so early. Obviously he'll fall for the professional dancer and not a greenhorn like me.
I felt so pathetic. The atmosphere was ironically fitting with my mood. The empty street, pouring rain, dark clouds and a sad, disappointed girl in a yellow rain coat which would, in this moment, change colour to grey if it was possible and a hood over her head.
20:45. I was walking slowly, so I was ever more late than I would be if I hadn't seen what I've seen. The girls were outraged with what I've told them. Especially Jules, who was so sorry that she missunderstood the situation and encouraged me to make a move on him, that she had damp eyes and I could see that she felt really bad about it. So I told her that it's okay and I'll get over it. I don't like even him that much anyway. He's just a pretty boy that cracked my heart a liiiiittle bit. He's neither the first one, nor the last one. Then Stella made a suggestion that takes part quite often in our group when times get hard for one of us. Let's get drunk!
21:00. There was no need to say it twice. We sent Natalie to the liqueur store, because she looks the oldest. She came out with two bottles of Tequilla Viuda de Romero and of course what point would it have drinking tequilla without lemon and salt? So we bought that and headed for the skate park.
The park was dark, but there were a few people. I heard boys. A couple of them soon came to us and we drank. Jules was hammered just after a couple of shots. She jumped around, screaming: "Ay, Dios mio! Qué guapo muchacho! Caramba, eres caliente! A mí me gusta tequilla!" And I roared with laughter watching her. Kat was snogging with some boy just after two hours, and the other were all around Jules. So me, Natalie and Stella were sitting there alone, drinking shots of Tequilla.
"This is the perfect way to conclude a day of disappointment." I say and smile sourly to Nat and Stella. They return me the smiles.
"Sure is."
"Ah, let's forget these douche-bags boys for a couple of hours and just enjoy being single and independent!" I exclamate.
"Now we're talking! Boys are rubbish!" Stella said.
"Quien quiere mas tequilla?" Nat said with a big smile on her face. So, we cheered to a night without boys.
SLOVARČEK
slim - vitek
pile - kupček
douche-bag - kreten
to cheer - nazdraviti
to conclude - zaključiti
puddle - luža
greenhorn - zelenec/začetnik
damp - vlažno
liqueur store - trgovina z alkoholnimi pijačami
to roar with laughter - krohotati se
to snog - poljubljati se/'mečkati' se
The diary of a hip hop dancer: Part 3
She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah she's a trifling friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me...
Yeah she's a trifling friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me...
16:45. So, the cards are on the table. I am no longer a reasonable woman. I have joined the crowd of sheep. I have a crush on Alex! It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud. I don't even know what this is. I don't want to have a crush on him. He is so not the type of guy I usually go for. And he's still a self-centered jerk. But I'm still a girl, and we can be so shallow sometimes. Oh God, he totally destroyed my shell. My freakin' shell that had: 'I'm a sophisticated intellectual, I don't dig pretty boys with an overdose of self esteem.' written all over it! It's all his fault! For being a madly handsome human being. I hate saying this, but... He seems to be... irresistable.
16:58. Things are still the same. For Christ sake, I have butteflies in my stomach when I think about him! I think I should see the doctor...
18:30. Going out. I can't stand this room, it's making me claustrophobical. It feels like the walls are closing in on me or something. Let's neglect the fact that my room measures 5×5 square metres...
Stella called, asked me if I wanted to go to the cinema with her, Natalie, Jules and Kat. I said yes, naturally... And here I am, in front of the closet, not knowing what to wear, just because I had a 0,3 second flash that I might run into Alex. I can't believe that guys can be such a mental burden. I never really realised that, until now. The first of my previous 'love affairs' lasted long enough that I could find out how to kiss a boy and not bite his tounge out. We all know that the first one is silly and embarrasing when you're remembering it. And you remember it forever and it doesn't matter if it was nice or completely horrible. It's like (in my case) a tatoo that you don't like anymore when it heals. You can't get it off, as you can't forget your first love. Well, eventually you forget it when you're 80 years old and you don't care about those things anymore.
And as for the other, the idiot didn't know how to treat a lady. After I chucked him off I didn't have the energy to be with another loser again. And now along comes Alex. He's not a loser, obviously. He is a proffesional dancer, and I love dancing. And he is nice and funny... But it's his arrogance that I just can't stand. He's like a rich spoilt kid who's always looking for confirmation and never giving one. Boys are weird.
18:45. Ah, I'm philosophizing when I should have been already dressed. I put on a red top and black jeans. Then I throw some things like lip gloss, cell phone and wallet in my bag and go downstairs. Dad is in the kitchen, studying. I decide not to interrupt him and go to the living room, where mum and Kyle are playing Scrabble. Looks like I'm the only one having a life in this house.
"I'm going to the cinema with my friends, mum." I say and ask her for her Chanel nr.5 perfume.
"Don't do anything stupid with your gal-pals, okay?" Mum lectured while she took the perfume out of her purse and sprayed it over me. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Mum, we're going to the cinema. It's not like we're going on a Marilyn Manson concert and smoke our asses off." Mum was kind of wild when she was young, that's why she can be really bossy sometimes. But then again, she's really cool, because she's not that old and conservative, and understands me really well.
"Mia, you're going out?" Dad shouted out of the kitchen.
"Yes, I'll be back soon, we're just going to the cinema with the girls."
"Have fun then. And... Sorry about the pocket money." Dad didn't give me any pocket money this month, since we have a 'financial crisis'. I said it's okay, Stella could lend me some for the movie. I waved goodbye, took my black short jacket and I was off to the street.
19:00. Stella and the girls were gazing at me like a bunch of Japanese tourists.
"You're on time! That happens like once in a million years!" Kat said.
"Oh don't be dramatic, I just had some spare time, because I started dressing up early." I replied. The girls immediately put their 'something's going on, eh?' faces.
"So... What's his name?" Natalie asked, smiling.
"What are you talking about?!"
"Mia, it's Saturday evening. Everyone is in the cinema or in one of the cafés around it. That means a lot of boys." Jules insisted.
I blushed and that gave me away.
"I knew it!" Natalie laughed.
19:10. We went to a café and ordered 5 hot chocolates. And eventually they got it out of me. They didn't seem surprised.
"Alex is a typical guy. It's obvious that he likes you too, he's constantly teasing you and things like that. And taking in mind the flirt that you had in the dance studio yesterday, I'd say my calculations are correct." was Jules's opinion. Others didn't even have to speak, they all agreed with her. I sighed. Well, here we are then. He likes me, apparently, I like him, obviously...
I should buy a book or something, because my life is going to get quite confusing.
SLOVARČEK
reasonable - razumen
shell - lupina/oklep
to neglect - zanemarjati
burden - breme
to chuck off - znebiti se/'odj*bati' :D
gal-pals - prijateljice
The diary of a hip hop dancer: Part 2
14:00. By the time Stella and I made our daily tour around the park, it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, so I was rushing to the dance studio. I got there just in time, so I didn't miss the beggining. Alex, our teacher and choreographer would kill me if I were late again. As you can see, being late is quite a characteristic of mine. So i put on my black tank top and brown baggy sweatpants, that i bought just a week ago in the Hip-hop shop in the centre of the city. I fell in love with them at first sight, because they have two thick black stripes on the sides and they're made of plush. They're also very comfortable, so I wear them at home sometimes.
14:20. When I came in the room where we had practise, the whole dance crew already sat there, on their usual places on the floor. I glanced to one of the mirrors on the wall and the sweatpants looked perfect. I sat on the floor by Stella and Natalie.
"Hey, Mia." They smiled and I nodded back. "Are we going to do the second part of the choreography today? Because Alex told me that he thought of some new moves for the dancers on the front four lines. I just hope it's not too complicated, like the rest of the choreography." I said to them. Natalie replied: "Obviously, the moves are gonna be hot, just like the rest of them. Although they're a bit difficult, yeah." We all agreed on that. This choreo is especially good, because it HAS to be good, we're going to the championships with it!
It was time to start and Alex came into the room. I could definitely feel the change of temperature in the atmosphere. The girls fluttered all over the room and quicly taken their positions. Almost half of the class has a crush on him. Alex is embodied hotness and everything a dumb-head girl like half of the class is, would want. I don't like him very much, because he is kind of self-centered and he's been in the studio for just a month, replacing our previous teacher, Gina. She got pregnant and had to go, just in time for the competitions... Just my luck, eh?
Now I'm stuck with an arogant male teacher and a bunch of girls, who's brain had shrunken to a size of a raisin. I still utterly adore dancing and hip hop music, but i hate when Alex gets all i-know-everything-you-know-nothing. It pisses me off. He doesn't have to treat me like a baby, I've trained all kinds of dance for 10 years. Started with ballet, continued with jazz, then contemporary and finally hip hop. He treats me like a complete amateur, although he's seen me doing a perfect padebore. I have become completely imune to his looks. I must admit he looks damn gorgeous and he's quite a proffesional when it comes to dancing. The girls mostly fall for his body and dark, curly hair. What I like the most are his brown, chocolate eyes...
14:30. "Stop fantasizing about me, pumpkin head. It's time to dance!" I heard the familliar deep voice as soon my look wandered away. Alex walked around me to the computer in the back of the room. I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but smile. He put on a song called Can we chill by Ne-Yo. We started the streching exercises. The room was full of girly giggling, as all the girls were staring at Alex's behind. How childish... Some of us come here to work, others come to fiest their eyes. I looked over to Natalie and Stella and they were thinking the same.
We streched our arms and legs, then did some exercises for strenght. After 30 push ups, Alex went to change the music. We picked a song by Rihanna called Don't stop the music for the nationals. Well, we didn't pick it, Alex did. He said that since our class has only girls, the song would be perfect to act al feminine. I teased him if he even knows how that looks like and the guy started walking around like the most obvious drag-queen in the world. I roared with laughter and so did the rest of the class. He's actually quite funny from time to time. The song banged from the speakers and i felt the familliar adrenaline, that I get listening to hip hop beats. Alex took his position at the front of the room, counted down to the start of the choreography and we danced.
17:00. I'm exhausted. We danced this whole time and Alex had no mercy. We did the new steps and the whole choreography through. I can't wait to go home now and have a shower.
I went to the dressing room and got dressed really slowly, since i didn't have any energy left. When i got to the door I saw Alex in front of the mirrors, dancing. He was dancing to Roc Boys by Jay-Z. His moves were quick and banging. I stood by the door and watched him. He really was one of the best. His legs were all over the place, moving so quickly, i hardly cought them with my eye, his steps were new and impressive. Suddenly he noticed me in the mirror and stopped. I said: "I am speechless. Bravo!" And started clapping. Alex smiled and nodded. "Some day, you'll dance just like me. Some day." I laughed at him and replied: "Don't be surprised if that day comes very soon, Alex... See you on monday." Then I turned round and headed to the entrance door. "Would you fancy a drink or something?" he said.
"Alex, I'm in desperate need of a shower. Thanks to you. We could do that some other time." As soon as I said those words, I realised they made no sense and that I actually wanted to go on a drink with him. Alex muttered OK and smiled. "I guess then I shouldn't make you work too hard for the nationals if you're so exhausted after practise." I made an offended expression and said, walking to the door: "Don't be silly, Alex. We'll see if I'm any less tired on monday." Right before I, having the last word, turned to the exit, I noticed a sparkle in his eyes and a dreamy smile i never saw before. Strangely, I went home with a sparkle in my eyes and a dreamy smile too.
SLOVARČEK
to glance - pogledati/ se ozreti
choreo - koreografija
to flutter - se premikai hitro, 'sfrčati'
embodied - utelešeno
a raisin - rozina
utterly - totalno, popolnoma
contemporary - sodobni ples
giggling - hihitanje
to fiest your eyes - napasti si oči
a drag-queen - transvestit
14:20. When I came in the room where we had practise, the whole dance crew already sat there, on their usual places on the floor. I glanced to one of the mirrors on the wall and the sweatpants looked perfect. I sat on the floor by Stella and Natalie.
"Hey, Mia." They smiled and I nodded back. "Are we going to do the second part of the choreography today? Because Alex told me that he thought of some new moves for the dancers on the front four lines. I just hope it's not too complicated, like the rest of the choreography." I said to them. Natalie replied: "Obviously, the moves are gonna be hot, just like the rest of them. Although they're a bit difficult, yeah." We all agreed on that. This choreo is especially good, because it HAS to be good, we're going to the championships with it!
It was time to start and Alex came into the room. I could definitely feel the change of temperature in the atmosphere. The girls fluttered all over the room and quicly taken their positions. Almost half of the class has a crush on him. Alex is embodied hotness and everything a dumb-head girl like half of the class is, would want. I don't like him very much, because he is kind of self-centered and he's been in the studio for just a month, replacing our previous teacher, Gina. She got pregnant and had to go, just in time for the competitions... Just my luck, eh?
Now I'm stuck with an arogant male teacher and a bunch of girls, who's brain had shrunken to a size of a raisin. I still utterly adore dancing and hip hop music, but i hate when Alex gets all i-know-everything-you-know-nothing. It pisses me off. He doesn't have to treat me like a baby, I've trained all kinds of dance for 10 years. Started with ballet, continued with jazz, then contemporary and finally hip hop. He treats me like a complete amateur, although he's seen me doing a perfect padebore. I have become completely imune to his looks. I must admit he looks damn gorgeous and he's quite a proffesional when it comes to dancing. The girls mostly fall for his body and dark, curly hair. What I like the most are his brown, chocolate eyes...
14:30. "Stop fantasizing about me, pumpkin head. It's time to dance!" I heard the familliar deep voice as soon my look wandered away. Alex walked around me to the computer in the back of the room. I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but smile. He put on a song called Can we chill by Ne-Yo. We started the streching exercises. The room was full of girly giggling, as all the girls were staring at Alex's behind. How childish... Some of us come here to work, others come to fiest their eyes. I looked over to Natalie and Stella and they were thinking the same.
We streched our arms and legs, then did some exercises for strenght. After 30 push ups, Alex went to change the music. We picked a song by Rihanna called Don't stop the music for the nationals. Well, we didn't pick it, Alex did. He said that since our class has only girls, the song would be perfect to act al feminine. I teased him if he even knows how that looks like and the guy started walking around like the most obvious drag-queen in the world. I roared with laughter and so did the rest of the class. He's actually quite funny from time to time. The song banged from the speakers and i felt the familliar adrenaline, that I get listening to hip hop beats. Alex took his position at the front of the room, counted down to the start of the choreography and we danced.
17:00. I'm exhausted. We danced this whole time and Alex had no mercy. We did the new steps and the whole choreography through. I can't wait to go home now and have a shower.
I went to the dressing room and got dressed really slowly, since i didn't have any energy left. When i got to the door I saw Alex in front of the mirrors, dancing. He was dancing to Roc Boys by Jay-Z. His moves were quick and banging. I stood by the door and watched him. He really was one of the best. His legs were all over the place, moving so quickly, i hardly cought them with my eye, his steps were new and impressive. Suddenly he noticed me in the mirror and stopped. I said: "I am speechless. Bravo!" And started clapping. Alex smiled and nodded. "Some day, you'll dance just like me. Some day." I laughed at him and replied: "Don't be surprised if that day comes very soon, Alex... See you on monday." Then I turned round and headed to the entrance door. "Would you fancy a drink or something?" he said.
"Alex, I'm in desperate need of a shower. Thanks to you. We could do that some other time." As soon as I said those words, I realised they made no sense and that I actually wanted to go on a drink with him. Alex muttered OK and smiled. "I guess then I shouldn't make you work too hard for the nationals if you're so exhausted after practise." I made an offended expression and said, walking to the door: "Don't be silly, Alex. We'll see if I'm any less tired on monday." Right before I, having the last word, turned to the exit, I noticed a sparkle in his eyes and a dreamy smile i never saw before. Strangely, I went home with a sparkle in my eyes and a dreamy smile too.
SLOVARČEK
to glance - pogledati/ se ozreti
choreo - koreografija
to flutter - se premikai hitro, 'sfrčati'
embodied - utelešeno
a raisin - rozina
utterly - totalno, popolnoma
contemporary - sodobni ples
giggling - hihitanje
to fiest your eyes - napasti si oči
a drag-queen - transvestit
The diary of a hip hop dancer: Part 1.
11:30. Time to get up. I open my eyes slowly, because I'm still a bit sleepy. Hiding my head under the pillow, I see nothing but darkness. I reach out for the alarm clock and hearing a loud bang, I realize that I've pushed it on the floor accidentally. I groan and drag my head on the surface. The sun shines directly into my eyes. I groan a little bit more and bump my head back on the pillow and lie like a dead body. Well, at least the beeping of the clock stopped.
12:00. Dad is already in the kitchen and has made breakfast. What a luxury! I put myself with some bits of strength that I have left of six hours of dance practice yesterday, on the bar chair.
"How was yesterday? You look tired." said Dad with compassion in his voice.
"Would you look any better if you spent the whole afternoon practising for the national championship in the small dance school, that smells like 50 people's sweat?" I replied.
Dad raised his eyebrows and returned to his toast. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, then he asked: "So, what are you up to today?"
"I don't know, really... I was thinking of going to the paint store downtown and repaint my room. I was thinking blue, sandy grey and white stripes, like they did on that show on BBC Prime..."
"Again? What's wrong with the light orange walls you have now? They've been painted for just like a couple of weeks!" Dad frowned. "And by the way, since you're exhausted from all the dancing around yesterday, I really don't know where you get the energy from!" He said and looked at me with eyes wide open. I was kind of surprised by his reaction, because usually he's so chilled out. Dad must have noticed my expression, because he said: "Sorry, but I really don't see the point of spending all that money on your walls. It just seems soooo unnecessary, some people don't even have the money to buy food, you know..."
That got me thinking. "Dad... Do we have problems with money, maybe?" He looked down to his plate and said: "Perhaps we're a bit short on cash at the moment. With all the taxes and the mortgage, my studying and the tuition, your dance lessons and Kyle's soccer practise... I don't have the biggest salary in the world, you know... I just think you could repaint your room some other time."
I was surprised, because noone had told me we had problems with money, I had no idea. It blew me away a bit. "Oh... I'm sorry then. I get it now, why mum didn't want me to buy two packages of tampons, a spare one." Dad smiled. "Yeah, thanks for the information. I really couldn't have started the day without it." I slapped him gently on the shoulder, saying: "Oh, please, dad, like it's such a big deal, tampons... You're gonna have to get used to sixteen-year-old girls mentioning it, since you're studying to be a doctor." My dad is 35 years old and he decided to get the education that he never had before, when I was born. He and my mum made me when they were relatively young. I laughed at him and gave him a hug. "We'll get through this. Almost every family has a financial crisis once a while." He tapped me on the back and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Well aren't you a smart little sucker..." He said and smiled at me. I replied: "Oh please, Dad, like I'm five years old and four foot smaller." We smiled again and ate our breakfast.
12:50. I'm getting dressed now. Stella just called if I wanted to get some coffee and go for a walk in the park. Since it's a beautiful, sunny day, I'm going for the casual look. A pair of jeans, a long tank top with a picture of Rick Astley on it (That was meant to be a joke when I bought it, now everyone thinks that I'm a Rick Astley's fan!). And on top, a vivid blue sweatshirt. I put a black cap with graffiti on my head and search the house for my i-Pod.
13:00. Found it! Now I'm all ready and good to go.
13:04. I was already half way on the street, when I realized I had forgotten my wallet and mobile phone. I turn the house around for the bloody i-Pod and forget the important stuff! Typical.
13:10. Stella was allready waiting for me at Starbucks. She was looking at me as if I left her waiting for eternity and not just 10 minutes. I walked to her and said instead of a hello: "My, do we look merry today. You're like Naomi Campbell with fair complexion and no mobile phone to throw in someone's head." Apart from my expectations, she smiled and said half way like a joke that like usually, I have no excuse or apology when I'm late, while we entered the coffee shop. "I don't drink English tea, I prefer American caffe con latte, that's why granny Hilda gave up on me long time ago. I guess we could say that I'm a modern rebel and that's why I learned how to maintain my reputation as a flegmatic by not letting others give me a guilty concience by looking at me like Naomi when she doesn't get her luggage back on Heathtrow airport, terminal 5, when I'm late." We were already at the counter when I finished my speech, and the employee behind the counter was looking at me as if I've lost it. So I said: "I'm just kidding, it's not really that bad. I love granny Hilda." The man smiled sourly, Stella rolled her eyes like usually when I make a smaller scene accidentally. "A caffe con latte, please." I say and hope that the man won't be working when I come next time. The last thing that I need is a middle-aged man serving me a coffee as if he was serving it to the strangest person in the world.
SLOVARČEK
to groan - godrnjati
to frown - namrščiti se
mortgage - hipoteka
tuition - šolnina
vivid - živo
12:00. Dad is already in the kitchen and has made breakfast. What a luxury! I put myself with some bits of strength that I have left of six hours of dance practice yesterday, on the bar chair.
"How was yesterday? You look tired." said Dad with compassion in his voice.
"Would you look any better if you spent the whole afternoon practising for the national championship in the small dance school, that smells like 50 people's sweat?" I replied.
Dad raised his eyebrows and returned to his toast. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, then he asked: "So, what are you up to today?"
"I don't know, really... I was thinking of going to the paint store downtown and repaint my room. I was thinking blue, sandy grey and white stripes, like they did on that show on BBC Prime..."
"Again? What's wrong with the light orange walls you have now? They've been painted for just like a couple of weeks!" Dad frowned. "And by the way, since you're exhausted from all the dancing around yesterday, I really don't know where you get the energy from!" He said and looked at me with eyes wide open. I was kind of surprised by his reaction, because usually he's so chilled out. Dad must have noticed my expression, because he said: "Sorry, but I really don't see the point of spending all that money on your walls. It just seems soooo unnecessary, some people don't even have the money to buy food, you know..."
That got me thinking. "Dad... Do we have problems with money, maybe?" He looked down to his plate and said: "Perhaps we're a bit short on cash at the moment. With all the taxes and the mortgage, my studying and the tuition, your dance lessons and Kyle's soccer practise... I don't have the biggest salary in the world, you know... I just think you could repaint your room some other time."
I was surprised, because noone had told me we had problems with money, I had no idea. It blew me away a bit. "Oh... I'm sorry then. I get it now, why mum didn't want me to buy two packages of tampons, a spare one." Dad smiled. "Yeah, thanks for the information. I really couldn't have started the day without it." I slapped him gently on the shoulder, saying: "Oh, please, dad, like it's such a big deal, tampons... You're gonna have to get used to sixteen-year-old girls mentioning it, since you're studying to be a doctor." My dad is 35 years old and he decided to get the education that he never had before, when I was born. He and my mum made me when they were relatively young. I laughed at him and gave him a hug. "We'll get through this. Almost every family has a financial crisis once a while." He tapped me on the back and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Well aren't you a smart little sucker..." He said and smiled at me. I replied: "Oh please, Dad, like I'm five years old and four foot smaller." We smiled again and ate our breakfast.
12:50. I'm getting dressed now. Stella just called if I wanted to get some coffee and go for a walk in the park. Since it's a beautiful, sunny day, I'm going for the casual look. A pair of jeans, a long tank top with a picture of Rick Astley on it (That was meant to be a joke when I bought it, now everyone thinks that I'm a Rick Astley's fan!). And on top, a vivid blue sweatshirt. I put a black cap with graffiti on my head and search the house for my i-Pod.
13:00. Found it! Now I'm all ready and good to go.
13:04. I was already half way on the street, when I realized I had forgotten my wallet and mobile phone. I turn the house around for the bloody i-Pod and forget the important stuff! Typical.
13:10. Stella was allready waiting for me at Starbucks. She was looking at me as if I left her waiting for eternity and not just 10 minutes. I walked to her and said instead of a hello: "My, do we look merry today. You're like Naomi Campbell with fair complexion and no mobile phone to throw in someone's head." Apart from my expectations, she smiled and said half way like a joke that like usually, I have no excuse or apology when I'm late, while we entered the coffee shop. "I don't drink English tea, I prefer American caffe con latte, that's why granny Hilda gave up on me long time ago. I guess we could say that I'm a modern rebel and that's why I learned how to maintain my reputation as a flegmatic by not letting others give me a guilty concience by looking at me like Naomi when she doesn't get her luggage back on Heathtrow airport, terminal 5, when I'm late." We were already at the counter when I finished my speech, and the employee behind the counter was looking at me as if I've lost it. So I said: "I'm just kidding, it's not really that bad. I love granny Hilda." The man smiled sourly, Stella rolled her eyes like usually when I make a smaller scene accidentally. "A caffe con latte, please." I say and hope that the man won't be working when I come next time. The last thing that I need is a middle-aged man serving me a coffee as if he was serving it to the strangest person in the world.
SLOVARČEK
to groan - godrnjati
to frown - namrščiti se
mortgage - hipoteka
tuition - šolnina
vivid - živo
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