Venting on Beta Blogs

Blogging Beta style sucks too bad. I had set aside a blogspot for some reason I can't recall, but now, this site is currently in use. I've decided to start up a blog about my vacation. I've been posting on everything that relates to my going-back-home trip. I could not help trying out the Blogger Beta thingy.

I wasn't expecting much from it, nevertheless this new version offers a do-it-yourself editing step which may be pretty handy for those who aren't keen in HTML codes - in other words: people like me.

At first, I thought "Wow! How great!" But later on, I figured out its limitations toward placing images and playing with its layout. Beta Bloggers are actually more complicated because it keeps not allowing users be creative and unique as it claims to. It's straight-forward to narrow-minded bloggers. I've been using it for a short time only but it has already made me tired.

Well! I don't wanna be sounding a show-off -- "Hell no!" I'm not an expert at building websites at all. I DO NOT understand a bit about HTMLing. I simply believe that the older blogger system is more open to changes, besides that, it is a lot easier to learn how to make those changes. Nah! I regret moving to Beta and that's final!

W-e a-r-e f-a-m-i-l-y

Christmas Craftskids

There are certain times that I must be creating new things especially for holidays. By new things I mean creative crafty work such as drawings, paintings, taking photos, or even making jewelry on my own. This has been one of those moments. The best thing is that I wasn't alone this time. I was very lucky that I had Vanessa, Tibby, and Felipe's help on this latest project: setting up a Christmas tree made out of recyclable materials. The result couldn't be any better.

I can't actually say that I care for Christmas celebration but I definitely look forward to having vacation soon. It's been a year that I don't take a break to really rest. It's been a year that I don't know what sleeping in is. It's been four years that I don't visit my parents. Vacation will soon be true and I'll finally get to see them.

I wanna veg, for sure!!! I also intend to ask mom to cook whatever I want. I wanna overeat, overdrink, oversleep and I won't regret a bit. I will sleep on the couch at 3:30 p.m. I will be out dancing at 3:30 a.m. I will be ON VACATION MOOD. I won't answer either the phone or the door because no one will know me at the place where I am going to. I'll get up and the breakfast will be already fixed on a nice fruity table. I will watch so many movies that'll I get tired of them and then I will look for books and again I will read so many of those that I'll get pretty tired until the only thing left to do is watch movies again.

There is one thing that scares me about these vacation plans though which is the hot summer weather. I know, I know, I know... I can get some easy refreshment at a swimming pool. Yeah, right!!! I am not so sure whether I'll be at the pool having a cold beer while getting tanned. I don't wanna get tanned. I don't wanna swim either. And the beer? LOL... I'll give that a try. Honestly, I just wanna RELAX.

I'll certainly be doing NOTHING in a serious matter. Yay!!!

W-O-R-D II

Words
Words that I like
Words that I hate
Words are my tools
Verses are my instruments
Poems are my sentiments
Expressed in verses and words
There are good words
There are useless verses;
Bad combination of good words
Some words are funny
Some are odd
Some are awkward
Some are not
Enjoy writing, saying, and
Making good use of them
They empower texts
They add to the context
Whatever may seem complex
Or just for a mere index
Take any word for instance
Any word, really!
Break it apart
Yeah! The word “fart”
Mess with it – you get “RAFT”
Add an extra “D” from “diarrhea”
Did you get what it is?
What is this all about…?
From fart to a soft breeze from the south
Words – Word Them All Out!!!

by Laila Chris

~*~*~Music again~*~*~

Self-portrait and Poetry Tuesday

by dHi

i will divide my life into two colors for the actual
efforts located deep inside the lowest part walls
built three moonlights from the floor everything but
fame climbing out limiting a mystery admiring the
worlds work rumbling tumbling the wind was blowing
splitting my hair yesterday panicking killing two i
haven't found a voice to fill in the quiet in gestures
thinking i was only seven days wasted this time i must
have felt something in the morning i miss you he said
two bottles buried in bed something even less sincere
my hands were open your eyes wider shining light a
little after dawn it was too late to make a break the
moon was laughing at the sight of every single
observation a pile of ashes glorious dejection will be
more than half of you dry pavement a last habitat
violent downpour unbelievably true a flying word
softly now the light along the banks tells me here and
there happiness stir the day is done a love for any
lady love leads my feet dance no more let a running
river be fossilized ego falters in the find i am awed
to learn among the rocks id gladly take a course on
blanks foretaste the consequence of devising ways in
human minds to be celebrating an ancient spell
religions casting against responsibility for life on
earth what will the heart and consciousness bring a
truth unchallenged salivating to mock our shock love
so abstract to defy the mind to find multiplied sweet
relief beyond the call blossoms bursting the bands of
light reminding me of how soon you will forget that we
had never met catastrophic clippings hidden moments
burning fields the minute from the movement going on
claims of reason go under the trees shaking faking as
if the wind was moved by me as i drift into a dream
cascading falls flooding across the earth bright as
the warmth swimming through my skin so subtle so
delicate with the power to ignite its been eighteen
cycles around the generations past asleep beneath the
grass passed away when your beauty is nothing i have
never forgotten we will have just left the secret life
saints sinners madmen gurus dreamers weavers are you
sure you want to come in here sometimes days or even
weeks will reappear playing patience sits alone people
trounce up city streets spewing your diaphanous seeds
risky exuberance absorbed nowhere but here rebuilt
midwinter rosy cheeked the street is the same that you
travelled on last night an explosion of lights gasps
flashes crowds rockets are soaring like unicorn manes
would make it all worthwhile as the temptress' heels
clock over the ground bodies will shine evocative sea
sweat and its secret here is a star here is a luna
moth these words my nocturnal emissions written in
invisible ink unseen here but appearing there the
constants the sun will shine over houses that were
bombed in the night

Been through some music mood this week...

Meming me again...

"I'm tagging you, so you won't have to think today. Here are the rules:

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.

No.
Explanations."

These are Zilla's words on this latest meme. Actually, she wasn't tagging me on this but I felt like filling this in anyway.

1. Yourself: procrastinator
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend (spouse): impulsive
3. Your hair: moody
4. Your mother: struggler
5. Your father: witty
6. Your favorite item: pens
7. Your dream last night: obscure
8. Your favorite drink: wine
9. Your dream car: jeep
10. The room you are in: study
11. Your ex: troublesome
12. Your fear: accident
13. What you want to be in 10 years? mother
14. Who you hung out with last night? computer
15. What you're not? strong
16. Muffins: mushy
17. One of your wish list items: laptop
18. Time: short
19. The last thing you did: farted
20. What you are wearing: dress
21. Your favorite weather: winter
22. Your favorite book: nonfictional
23. The last thing you ate: barbecue
24. Your life: overwhelmed
25. Your mood: swings
26. Your best friend: trusty
27. What are you thinking about right now? blogging
28. Your car: adidas
29. What are you doing at the moment? nichts
30. Your summer: sucks
31. Your relationship status: married
32. What is on your TV? something
33. What is the weather like? rainy
34. When is the last time you laughed? dunno

Halloween Mood (still) Self-Portrait Tuesday

Mr. Power Broker, If You Didn't
by Frank Sloar

be honest!
nobody's recording this
tell the truth
you feel that pervasive, grinding doom I talk about,
don't you?

if you didn't,
the explosion of Christian slogans on t-shirts would peter out,
the giant suburban churches would shrink into something human
if you didn't,
you wouldn't run up the national debt with such impunity

if you didn't feel the ugliest of grim reapers enveloping your vacation home; I'd sense sincerity when you tell me how good you're doing, when you bark
at me and sneer at me as I ring up and load up your bags of lawn fertilizer

I've missed Me Me's... I've missed many other things too.

A ME ME... Again??? Yeah! I am not proud of it but this is what exactly talked me into it. Well, I had to write something on this spot. Sorry for not having done it for all this long. I'd been lacking ideas. I'd been lacking time to do it mostly. So, I stole this Me Me from Lori who had got it from Rain and here I am writing all this BS for myself again. Hope I got this thing right. Hope you guys like it. I love My Blogspot and that is what matters in the end!!! Here it is:

1. Explain what ended your last relationship. You got an hour our two?
It was not a relationship per se. I hope this explains it.

2. When was the last time you shaved?
My mustache has never been shaved. My legs? They were shaved last holiday which was last Wednesday, November 15th, when we celebrated Brazilian republic.

3. What were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.?
I was getting ready for my morning ESL class. It starts at 8:30 every Saturday.

4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
I was pouring me more cold two-day old wine, fresh from the fridge.

5. Are you any good at math?
If I were any good at math, I would not have to figure out my students' GPA's holding three calculators.

6. Your prom night?
What about that? I had no prom night.

7. Do you have any famous ancestors?
Famous? My grandma used to be an exorcist back in her oooooold days. I guess that made her famous in her neighborhood.

8. Have you had to take a loan out for school?
I've already needed it but I ended up working my ass off in order to skip that option.

9. Do you know the words to the song on your Myspace profile?
I haven't owned a MySpace page for months. However, when I had one, I used to change songs so often that it'd have been impossible to know the words.

10. Last thing received in the mail?
Bills, just like Lori.

11. How many different beverages have you had today?
I am having sour wine, as I had already mentioned on this post previously. I've had coffee and a banana and apple smoothie that Roberto has blended for me. Hey, now I noticed that I haven't had a drop of water yet.

12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine?
I sure do and I despise those who don't leave messages when they call.

13. Whom did you lose your CONCERT virginity to?
Don't take me wrong, but I've lost it with my former gym instructor. This is sounding funny but I'll explain: he had gotten a divorce and, maybe for this reason, he decided to invite his most regular gym goers to a Rita Lee's concert. I was just 15 and the event was going to be out of town. For all those reasons I thought mom was not gonna allow me to. And amazingly she did. She thought: "Who cares? He's just a young just-divorced who wants to impress others with young gals in his car." She was right. He was pretty kind. He drove me and the other girls to the concert pretty much neatly. Nobody had alcoholic beverages during the concert and no other illegal substances (relief!) and he dropped me off to my grandma's place - where the concert was being held - safe and sound. Mothers know best. It was a super duper night, I must say.

14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?
Of course not. Every time I get to a beach, the first thing I do is spot for a seafood place and I simply veg there. I DO NOT care for either seawater or sand.

15. What was the most painful dental procedure you had?
My dental procedures are always painless. I don't wanna brag about Brazilian dentistry but I can for sure say that we've got one of the best on this planet. hehehe!!!

16. What is out your back door?
Bags of garbage. I know I am a trashy individual. There is also a barbecue grill, an old bathroom which was built for employees (Brazilian culture has invented weird stuff) and a laundry facility. There's also a set of stairs that leads me to the underground garage. It doesn't seem that way but I do live in an enormous place.

17. Any plans for Friday night?
Friday's gone. I've had plans for tonight (Saturday) but I blew it. I wish to go out to dine, if Roberto accepts my date invitation.

18. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair?
Hehehehe... I certainly don't.

19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorn?
What the hell is that??? Down here, in Brazil, we eat fresh-made popcorn, straight from the microwave oven... hehehehehe

20. Have you ever been to a planetarium?
Nope, unfortunately.

21. Do you re-use towels after you shower?
I use and re-use them till they're not hardened.

22. Some things you are excited about?
Lately, I've been crazy about computer games. I've been having a blast with that "Mysterious Case Profiles - Prime Suspects."

23. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO?
I like the strawberry one.

24. Describe your keychain(s).
I hold more keychains than keys can be hold. One has the letter "L" shape with Mickey Mouse figure sculpted on that I got at Disney World. The other is a tiny little glass jar that stores colored sand from Fortaleza beaches (a gift from Felipe). The other reads CHRISTINA with an apple on it which I got in NYC and the last one is plastic made that a clerk gave me from a local coin laundry - it has a gooey substance in it.

25. Where do you keep your change?
I keep'em in my wallet. It's got a special place for them.

26. What kind of winter coat do you own?
I own a red vinyl one. It looks like leather made but it's not. It's pretty old and It DOES not fit me anymore. I simply freeze when it's winter down here.

27. What was the weather like on your graduation day?I had two graduation days. In Brazil, back in February 1997, the evening was pleasant just like any other Brazlian summer day. In the US (my second graduation day), it was in May 2002... and there the evening was pleasant too. I studied in Florida so I could not complain about the weather.

28. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed?
I sleep with my bedroom door open since I expect Tibby to jump on my bed. Sometimes, when it is pretty warm, she prefers to wander around the house.

Curiosity fact: ... And this is a note for all those who took a peek at the photo above: that is not my Tibby cat. That was another female feline that I ran into the countryside. Why isn't she on that photo??? Well, Tibby's been perfect. She's just a bit overwhelmed getting ready for the trip she'll have with Roberto and I when vacation arrives. She's filled with her own issues. We've gotta respect that.

I simply love these blog things...

You Are Lightning

Beautiful yet dangerous People will stop and watch you when you appear Even though you're capable of random violence You are best known for: your power Your dominant state: performing

What Type of Weather Are You?

Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!!

Oops! Soon... but when?

make your own conspirancy theory... this is mine:

What They Don't Want You to Know

In order to understand that The Sims players are Gods-wannabe you need to realize that everything is controlled by a bunch of specific weird humans made up of The Sims characters with help from all kids that play The Sims.

The conspiracy first started during the technology revolution in all places on earth. They have been responsible for many events throughout history, including the advent of internet.

Today, members of the conspiracy are everywhere. They can be identified by typing staring at the keyboard or using only two finger tips.

They want to cut the remaining fingers that are NOT used for typing off of folks that are well-trained in the typing procedure and imprison resisters in school libraries using cable cars.

In order to prepare for this, we all must try self-destruction. Since the media is controlled by Carrot Top we should get our information from Bill McNeal.


Curiosity fact: Get your own theory here.

brazilian molotov

Today's TEACHER'S DAY in Brazil, deservedly I celebrate it...

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Hooray for Oxygen

Thank God my sinusitis is completely over! It took me way long to be back on track. And because of that stupid illness, I lacked oxygen in the brain. And the lack of oxygen in my brain had caused me to run out of subject to develop interesting-to-read posts. Anyhow, I am better. I swear I wasn't planning to start this entry mentioning the latests on my health situation. However, I've procrastinated much long to type a few credible words here. Credible or not, for today, I'll write whatever comes to mind. And the first thing I have got to register on this humble blogspot is...

Excuse me... actually the second thing I have to say (coz the first thing was about my sinusitis) is that I've been teaching composition skills in Portuguese language for the very first time. These lessons have been more like a hobby than real lectures to me. Well, don't take me wrong. The comp. lectures have been pretty deep and informative. I just can't see them as being a drivel working task because I know many people do. I'm enjoyin' the lessons a whole lot and I bet my student is too. "Student? Don't you mean students?" Nope, I don't. I've decided to cut down on only a single student. I teach one at a time. That is why it feels more like tutoring than lecturing. Hey, it is tutoring period.

I've got a couple of reasons not to teach writing skills to groups:

a) Not many people are open to writing practices so, finding o-n-e student only, and especially THE ONE for those classes is already a victory;

b) I've really not advertised this writing course yet. It is too early for that. I haven't got enough time for individual teaching and besides, I definitely should gather more experience in that field;

My mind keeps telling me it'll be easier this way. I do not want to fail. I won't accept disappointing my student in case he feels no improvement through these lessons. I am working on his creativity motor and exercising style fundamentals. So far, I could not help noticing how difficult it is to write pre-determined topics and this task becomes even worse knowing that your words will be judged and analysed inch-by-inch. In order to avoid any blockage towards writing, I even recommended him to start out a blog.

Blogging is different. Writing free entries on blogs is a piece of cake, especially when the blog owner is not a demanding writer. I am not fussy at all. I write freely and I don't care about impressing others. I use this tool (blogger blogs) to motivate myself to the writing practice. Putting words together on a spot where you may not be read at all turns this process lighter. Blogging has helped me create concerns about style, supporting details, and even about cohesion. My posts are read and a few times understood by some readers and that fulfills me enough. I have a blast when I get to be clear with written words. I wish to promote on my student the same care and capacity for it.

Curiosity fact: The third and last thing I have to say is that from now on, I'll sign all my writings using my last name only.

C.S.S.

Love Brazilian accent when people try to speak some "sorta" good street English!
It's way N-I-C-E!!!

...a 16-year-old acquainted has committed suicide and that's what I've got to post.

"You call this... clarity? I don't think you have a clue what it's really like to communicate with these kids. You don't think that they can smell your bullshit from a mile away? Every day that goes by, we fail to inspire them... It's been another moment that we all lose. And we are losing them to apathy, and this is prescribed nonsense. They are slipping away through our hands." By Ms. Pomeroy in Donnie Darko

monster

Wonderful way to write without words

the World Wide Web isn't wwwhite
but the WWW does seem like KKK
it is like living in the DDR sometimes
It feels as though CIA is on our back
the WWW reveals our lives
as if they were played on MGM movies
it is the web of a poisonous arachnid
it recaps ballpoint pens and shuts people's mouth
"have you got MySpace? how come I'm not among your top-8?"
"what's your URL?"
"oh... forgimme for not asking your name"
"how dare you didn't add me on your MSN contact list?"
"heeey... you're pissing me off already...
So, do it so coz you'll see...
I'll block you, delete you, and send you viruses
that's my revenge in this Nazi Net"