La Chica Turca (Turkish Girl)

:) :) :) exactly describes my first reaction to what I am going to tell you about.
I got home after a long day of bureaucracy chasing in order to finally get my loan, notify the university about the second part and reserve a place for an upcoming fflamenco workshop. After a positively delicious :) dinner, I jumped onto my bed, stretched out comfortably, switched on the telly which left me mouth agape for about half a minute :)

First image is a decently dressed flamenco singer with messy hair and I thought: "Oh, wonderful some flamenco to finish the day" when a split second later a young boy aged 15 and weighing about 20 kilos shoots onto the screen, almost loosing his trousers with a gold chain heavier than himself. This boy is a budding Spanish "rap" star named with an inmemorable name. Nothing says rap and powerful more than stick-thin under-age boy being weighed down by his chain while a housewifey woman old enough to be his mother dances in the background behind an "orientalist" or more like, household curtain. You are thinking ridiculous, right? Wait, there's more to come.

This the scenario but what really got me laughing, and I mean shaking uncontrollably with laughter and waking my flatmate up, were the lyrics. It doesn't sound half as hilarious in English but you'll get the gist. Here goes:

Yo, [50 Cent beat] beautiful Madonna (Mother Mary), pretty like a dove
impressive and the best
you totally control me (she would do she's 12 years older lol)
are you just playing with me or what
you don't forgive do you, snaky dancer
her laughter is like silver, she can't stop kissing me (read kissing me good night)
I'm so happy you are with me (so the social services don't take me away since I'm under 18)
my beautiful Turkish girl

... [to cut the story short]

your midnight hair reflects the moonlight
you speak six languages, so seductive (usually when I think of foreign languages seduction doesn't come to mind but now I'll keep the viewpoint, might come useful :) )
you are joyful, peeking from the corner
my Turkish queen [Ghost Town oriental sound]

So as I was laughing till my stomach hurt and I was getting seriously out of breath (medically serious lol) my flatmate in a mumbling voice:"what's going on, have you gone off the tangent?"
Me: Turn on channel 5 and you'll know what's going on."
Flat mate: (turns the TV on) starts laughing uncontrollably while saying jokingly "it's your fault if I can't get up tomorrow at 7."

All I have to conclude form this episode is it's good to laugh and have a piece of advice for Mucho Muchacho. When you go visiting your bretheren across the Bosphorus the next time, and 'fall for' the women there please make them your age, otherwise you'll land someone in jail! :)