How long do you take in the shower?
Submitted by Strive2Be.
As long as it takes, but not too long :)
Aw yeah!
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...fits a whole dictionary, to me, at the moment.
I decided to follow the marvelous Mrs Volonakis Davis 's advice and, instead of suffering for the general state of the world, or even the United Kingdom of Great Britain's system's unfairness, I took *the bull by the horns* like they say in Spanish, called my friend Clare and we sorted out enrolling for a digital photography course.
I had my reservations with this college, where I had previously started a course leading to fashion design, what I really wanted was to learn to cut patterns in order to make rubber clothing.....but ended up more ill than when I started. Not only the college was humongous and I had to walk miles to get to the classroom, but also there were no lifts, and lets not comment on the tutor. Overall, not a good experience.
But my friend Betty (the twins's mum) is doing some GCSE's here, she seemes happy enough, and sugested that I come have a look, as they went through a reform since I had my short lived passing through the building...oh well...
I'm at an state of the art library, in a state of the art computer, (they even have PCs AND Macs!!!), buit also everyone, from a (gorgeous) young boy at the outside door helping me in, to the librarian, passimng through the enrolment officers, all have a huge smile in their faces and....(this to me being vital) they listen
I'm now making some time waiting for Betty to finish her class, though I just register my mood which is, for a change, one of the best I had in a long time related to anything to do with dealing with the outside world. Sun is (intensely) shining out there, what else could I ask for?
[oh well, I can think of a huge list to write but, you know what I mean!!! :) ]
I had at least 3 folders of downloaded pictures from my Nikon I had to process, so, tired of listening to the same music files I have in my PC over and over again, I lately took to run YouTube in the back ground. I just type names of people of my past (people I worked with, people I went to bed with, people who were infamous when we were working together and are now big names) and ended up staying up late, very late, almost crying of Saudades , what you would translate as home sick kinda thing.....
I found bits and pieces of novelas, (Brazilian soap operas are a work of art, especially when Globo TV produces them) with their sound tracks, and one of the videos that took me to my mid 20's, to when I was fighting for a space in the carioca performing night, and made this.
The video is runing hiden in the first page, but as it has the translation in English I included a second page with only the video. The lyrics, well, the song overall may not be all that, but takes me back to a time that means a lot to me, wanted to show this to Sarita.....
WOW! It's been a while since I last posted. This is mostly due to the fact that I've been doing nothing but updating my Twitter and wanking all day because isn't that what people who work from home, like, do and stuff?
LOLZ. Just kidding. How could I possibly be on Twitter all day when this happens every five minutes?
No, but really I have been busy. And not just wanking all the time. (That only takes up at 5-10 minutes at a time, anyway.)
Let's see. What have I been up to?
I suppose the event that sticks out in my mind the most is that last weekend I was worried for a full 24 hours that I was knocked up. I was a few hours away from buying one of those tests when - glory be to god - it happened. It was a weird week, to tell the truth. I had like, 7 pregnancy dreams that involved either twins, a miscarriage, an ultra sound, a pregnancy test, or me just waddling around being pregnant.
All of these dreams were horrible, can I just say that. Horrible. They fucked with my brain, especially when I thought I actually was pregnant. I thought somehow, someway, my uterus was whispering sweet nothings to my subconscious - but alas, the dreams were probably because I:
a) Watched Juno twice. (Once normal, once with the commentary on. Hello NERD.)
b) Watched a special on teenage mothers and young grandmas
c) Went to a screening of Baby Mama...ironically on the same day that I totally thought I was knocked-up. I was not pleased.
I didn't really to write about The Scare, as it wasn't even quite a scare. Flow was like a day late. A day. It was just the combination of dreams and lateness and the realization that if an *accident* were to occur, I know what I would choose to do.
But I was afraid that choice would make me seem selfish.
I'm married. I'm not 16. My life is pretty stable...right?
But in my heart, I know that would take our life into a different place. A place I'm not ready for. A place I don't think I'm mentally capable of navigating very well. That version of my life...I'm not ready to take it on. I'm not...we're not there.
So, that's that.
Thankfully, this choice only had to happen in my brain. I still think from time to time, about the decision we would make. I know it's for the best, but it really made me look at the whole issue in a new way. A woman's right to choose...
I am thankful it's a decision I have the right to make. That I have the option to choose.
But what a fucked up choice it is to have to make.
Well. That was heavy.
Here, have some cute dogs with their hair blowing in the wind...
...justice.
I learn English through music, listening and reading, asking and asking a bit more, but the main was making comparisons and finding the many similarities the latin languages have with the Shakespearian one. Lets say, for example, the words that finish tion in English, correspond to the Spanish ion, the Portuguese ao.....like composition would be composicion in Spanish, composicao in Portuguese,and if you know a little bit about these languages you will find many more (examples). But what does the language has to do with justice?
Well, probably nothing, I just spent the night thinking about the word injustice, injusticia, and the vast practice of it in this, our fast and (now more than I can ever remember) violent world.
A few weeks ago I bought the paper (I almost never do) just because the front pages of ALL London ones had articles about the 16 deaths of teenagers in the 5 months gone of the year, most of them by stabbing. Last sunday a kid actor, Ben Kinsela , was murdered by other kids (funnily enough, in the venue where the London Fetish Fair ceased to be after a management change...I bet they wish now they stayed with the kinky lot, who had no incidents in years and years of monthly events, but that would've been of more interest to me a couple of years ago...) Last night all TV channels had some program about this, teenage violence.
I'm a mother to an almost teenage girl, and though we have a good relationship, good communication, I'm scared, very scared.
Then another issue, this not so scary as enraging, the fact that we can't find many things to be *in justice*, the fact that, the more the world advances in technology and (allegedly) knowdlege, the more difficult to find fairness, justice.
And I know in this one we are all together: why, oh why, does a footballer, an actor or a politicien earn millions when a teacher struggles to meet ends in the end of the month?
or any of us cannot send our children to the kind of education that would best suit them, for lack of money?
I know, I know.
But talking about polititien is that I come to the enraging issue:
*extracted from Journalist, NUJ's magazine, FatCat File, July 2008:
You'd think that being the boss of a city of seven million people would be a full time job, but no, Boris Jhonson is to recommence a weekly column for the Daily Telegraph, for a reported salary of £250,000. That is getting on for twice the £137,579 he will make heading the administration at City Hall*
Oh well.
Scared and angry, this is the way we are lately.
I could be writing about my last argument with the Twit or what a wonderful time we had 2 weeks ago friday or last saturday(we had people for dinner in both ocassions), or the new pains in my right leg, or my minor surgery last monday...but I think I will be leaving it for now. I am still (very much) scared and (very) angry.
My therapy is the photography and editing (but that also enrages me as I have no money to do the course I would love to do, which starts in september), so here is something I've made earlier....
for my child!!!! :)
How much does a ticket cost at your usual movie theater? Does the price affect the number of movies you see at the theater?
Submitted by Kristie.
I saw The Happening for $7 and I'm really happy I didn't pay any more to see it. Was it worth $7, eh. I dunno. It wasn't really that great.
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Open bottle or carton of Lemonade.
Pour into glass.
Enjoy.
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