perse nuk shkruaj shqip.

shpesh perballem me kete pyetje. po aq shpesh perpiqem ta anashkaloj, se nuk eshte e mundur t’i hyj shpjegimeve pa fyer dike. dhe une jam tip paqesor ne pergjithesi. po ashtu, nuk me pelqen kerkesa e llogarise. megjithate, per te ndihmuar te tjeret e veten per te kuptuar “pse-ne”, po radhis arsyet:

1. keshtu me do “nokja”.

2. pertoj te perdor “e” me dy kacurrela te balli ose “c” me bisht.

3. mendoj se shkrimtare shqiptare ka me shume se lexues shqiptare.

4. per planet e mia, ushtrimi i anglishtes eshte me i mire se ushtrimi i shqipes.

5. nuk mendoj qe shqiptaret e shqiperise do te perfitojne ndonje gje nga shkrimet e mia. duhet te jesh pak ne brendesi te kultures mediokre amerikane per te qeshur me shakate e mia.

6. nuk kam per qellim te shkruaj kryevepra, por te bej muhabet e te kenaqem me batuta.

7. kam deshire te bej te njohur kulturen shqiptare tek brezi i ri shqiptaro-amerikan qe nuk e ka idene nga lidhet shqipja. nese ata mund te lexojne qofte edhe nje poezi me shume sesa kenget e ahengut, une e kam kryer detyren time.

ky bllog do te vazhdoje te shkruhet ne anglisht (ose: kulla e barit nuk do te digjet)

ju pershendes.

NYC Party

Yep, people wait until I leave, then they have fun. But at least you other people enjoy.

See you in September.

Blete

Jeton’s Party Sunday September 2nd. For the first time in US TINGULLI 3-NT, LEONORA POLOSKA & DJ-BLUNT. The party will be @ JETONS CLUB 150 Varick st, New York, NY 10013. In the corner of Vandam st. If you go to my website www.JetonsParty.com , mapquest is already set-up for directions.

Doors open at 10PM-4AM. 18 to enter Admission $35. If you want to be in the VIP list not to wait on line, call my cell               347-996-2824        .

With Respect,

Jetoni

Flying home

hello mr. s., i will be out of reach for a couple of weeks since i am going back home.

going home ey? i thought your family was here.

yeah it is. but i still miss my grandmas.

hmm. well have a good trip and congratulations.

congratulation?

 i think you’re gonna get married (wink-wink). send us an invitation, because we are coming to the wedding anyway.

the conversation leaves me openmouthed. not that i have not heard these words before. some of the questions i have fielded, would make the Inquisition very envious if it was still running.

Intermezzo

Relationship curve.

 

1. dropped off at the door and thoroughly kissed goodnight after the first date.
2. dropped off at the bus station and quickly kissed as the morning clock is ticking and everybody has to get to work.
3. called cab and given cab fare to get home. Too much work, too little time.
4.  picked up and dropped off at the local bus stop, from which a train and then another bus will have to be taken to get to destination.
5. met at a café in a public place and quickly patted in hand.
6. met with different man on café and casually dropped information on msn conversation.
7. dropped off at the door and thoroughly kissed good Sunday night.

 

And round and round we go again.

Your Hand the Caresser (Find the Author)

I have always been a bit weird when it comes to hands. I love to watch them, study them, read them, touch them and possibly enjoy them with a nice glass of Chianti and some fava beans. (just joking).

Point is, I was very happy to notice that I am not the only one who goes gaga over them.

Read below, enjoy and do not forget to find the author. And to get a manicure.

Your hand the Caresser is pale like wax

Your hand the Caresser emanates snowlight

When it felt the pure magic of your hand’s delight

My soul, the inspired, rose straight to the max

MOTHER-IN-LAW

“you are really getting fat. you’ve never been this big before, and neither has your sister. you are women, you should be more conscientious of your bodies.”

the woman utters these words, her third chin wobbling in tune with her bottle black hair that would have made any toupee aspirer salivate with envy. her eyes are full of expectation, as she can see in my face the effect of her words. i am not used to such full frontal attack. i

in my fantasy world, if i am nice and well behaved, the birds will always sing, my true love will always come bearing roses, and my sister in-laws will be the nice and missunderstood angels that show love beneath the gruffy exterior. i even have fantasies of a big family table where everybody talks at once, drinks, eats and it is merry. all the books and movies say so.

Restrictions

 

the MIS department has decided to come down hard on us poor peons and restrict all internet access to strictly business sites related to healthcare. it is so unfair! i can’t chat, i can’t blog, i can’t write, what am i going to do during work hours? (if somebody suggests work, they better go hide now!)

they do not understand.  i only go to work so that i can get bored and start writing stuff down. i am at my best creatively when the boss is breathing down my neck and i am on a deadline. the procrastination instict kicks in and i write, correct, translate, criticize, banter, flirt, squeeze my pimples, calculate, balance my check book and surf the net while speeding up the project until i burst the sonar limit and finish gloriously one minute before deadline. how am i going to do that now?

how dare they? granted i am not paid to surf the net, but that is how i maintain my edge, create my relationships and keep my brain from going to the other side of the sanity spectrum. and it is not like i have been surfing for porn or even dating (they were restricted a long time ago). i do it for the sake of knowledge. i mean how will i find out whether Britney  Spears has bared her boobs again? what about answering a particularly smart comment in my blog? i have to do it as a guest, which is disgusting. a guest in my own blog? what is the world coming down to? 

i still have my own computer of course. it is just that between my dad, my cousin, my other cousin, my sister when she comes to visit, my neighbor’s son and me, the poor thing never gets any rest at all. it is always bending back and forth, creaking ominiously, overheating worse than a soldier on leave and crashing every two days. and i get sick when my Bear gets sick (so what, some people name their thingies, i named my computer).

my creative flow is cut. now i have to go back to emailing myself everything that comes in my brain and deepen my poetry vault, which we all know it is not a good idea. or i should date one of the MIS people. let’s see, there is the married one, the really really wheezy one and the incommunicado one who is chinese and speaks in code. yeah, poetry vault it is.

aie, voe is me! if they restrict peshku too, i am done for. just stick a fork and serve me for dinner because there is no more cooking in this oven.

well maybe i can take up chair yoga with the rest of octogenarians.

Things to do in Las Vegas

1. participate in a convention. there must be a reason for a vegas trip. otherwise it does not make sense flying accross the country to press the same buttons as in atlantic city or foxwoods.

2. play the penny machines. hearing that ca-ching sound over and over makes one feel so proud, so lucky, so sexy, until the decimal point falls in place and one realises they played all night and won $3.oo. still, it awards satisfaction.

3. get a tattoo.  preferably a cute vacationy thingy that fades after two weeks. especially if the tattoo artist is cute. it is not helpful when visiting with elderly aunts, but it comes in very handy at the bar if one is light in the cash department and desperately needs a drink and a slot machine spin.

conversation

she sits with her back straight, sipping her coffee with those blossom red lips and glancing furtively at the window from under her glasses.

she says she has a confession to make. she says he’s asked her to go out some time ago. she says she was caught by surprise. she says he’s the last person on earth she would consider as a date. yet he’d asked her out and she wants to make sure with me that it is ok before she goes on. the man who asked her out is my crush you see.

she insists it was all a surprise to her, a new thing she d’never really dwelled on. she tells me he’d been calling her lately and she never thought…but he is a good man. and handsome. and smart. and single. and looking for a serious relationship.

gonne…

Vegas time peeps!

won’t be able to write until Tuesday.

just play at being good kids, and if you do sth i would not do, tell me about it.

love

b.