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January 10th, 2017

The launching continues...

Our Magazine is Out

End-of-the-year "HELLO" to my fellow readers... Well, basically to myself

Hiya!

I don't recall when I was here for the last time. I've been on-and-off blogging as this year had been THE YEAR. My business and David Bowie passed away on the same day, Jan 10th. On this day I turned 40. I moved away, however I haven't moved on. I restarted therapy. I quit therapy. I went back to college. I quit college. Though, I kept having drumming lessons and began taking dancing and singing... I am not good at any of these things but I am trying my best on giving them a shot.

This year's summit is about to happen. It is today. December 23rd I am releasing my first editorial project - a magazine called BLISTER. It is a super title that can mean many things. We are happy with the result eventhough there are mistakes. We have got to build better and better material. We have got to connect better and this magazine is helping me staying in Brazil.  I am so happy having left so much stuff behind and turned my life upside down. Even having gizillions of things to complain about, I think it is time to be grateful for a few things I have conquered in 2016. This is year has been f*cking awkward. 

I dream of a better 2017. Much better.

A perfect balance

The effects of this influence can vary considerably, but it is generally favorable for most kinds of activity. You are able to assert yourself today so as to get what you want without offending anybody. People will appreciate that you have been direct without being abrasive or pugnacious. You want everyone to have the same freedom you have to go after their own objectives, and you are willing to help them as long as they will return the favor. There is an almost perfect balance now between your need to be an individual with individual wants and desires and your need to relate to others. You can charm men or women by being genuinely friendly and agreeable, and you are concerned that your partner enjoy the relationship as much as you do.

I feel the blues...

Liiiiife

"With eyes wide open, it is getting away from me..." I love dancing, singing, drawing, coloring, writing, changing my hair, my shoes, my ideas, my diet, and the USA has changed their party in power. I have hated 2016 as much as I have loved it. Have I never seen so many changes in my life and sorts. It is being incredibly hectic, upside down. In 2016, I started taking up singing lessons, have continued taking drums, been involved in a magazine project, and I may possibly perform a dancing piece that I have always dreamed of. My business was taken from me. I was forced to move away from my lovely second home and leave my cute apartment behind. It is actually for sale and I am currently homeless hahaha Of course it not this way. But I feel that way. My heart melts now.

Nostalgia

Rant

Thank you, G_d, the Olympic games are about to be over. I mean no offense, however it is so boooooooring. Except for judo competition, I must say. Done. There. I've admitted it.

There is still hope in our Brazilian heart: the president's impeachment is just around the corner

New Life

I have moved since March.
I don't belong anywhere. (period)
I have lost so much weight for months or years.
I lost my grandma in May.
I've gone downward and upward like a tennis ball.
I am lost in boxes, bags, and haven't unpacked since Sunday.
I haven't slept in months either.
I am not feeling like myself and that bothers me like hell.
Am I gonna gain some weight again?

August

Today, Aug. 13th,  you are more in touch with your feelings than usual, and you show greater emotional sensitivity in your interactions with others. It may be good to talk about your feelings with someone today. This feeling quality makes you a good listener. You are eager for input, and you would much rather listen to others than have to take the initiative yourself to start a conversation or make the connection that brings you together. When others talk to you, they will perceive your interest, sympathy and concern. They will realize that you aren't playing ego games with them.

Need.piece.of.mood

need your voice to relax me
need your pics to dream better
need your words to uplift me
need your tenderness to soften my harshness
need your eyes to see farther than with mine
need your lips to drink the wine of them
need your fingers in mine to feel them shaky
need your tongue in mine to taste your language
need your confusion to see i'm not alone
need your love to love you
need your in-body temperature
need you to need me
need your thoughts to think of you

Teacher Laila Chris, 8:44 am Januar in 2011

PBF won't close on July vacation

A unidade PBF de Presidente Venceslau, SP, não fechará nas férias de julho!

Para novos alunos, Matrículas Online:
www.pbf.com.br

*Aproveitem as promoções de Julho nas rematrículas (excelentes pacotes).

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PS: Na PBF, as turmas novas só começarão depois de 15/08/2016.

Loved these words: NEUROSE SÁDICA

6 graus de separação

Por que há pessoas que precisam de verba pública para manter blogs?

Eu sou professora no Brasil e mantenho um mesmo blog por quase 12 anos, totalmente de graça. De graça. Nunca paguei e menos ainda recebi para manter meu blog. Desde quando os blogs foram criados na internet, em 2000, sempre foram serviço gratuitos (dependendo do URL, claro, que é o endereço onde o block está hospedado). Emails também sempre foram gratuitos e conheci muita gente que pagava por esse serviço por pura falta de informação. E inclusive não tenho um único blog apenas. Tenho vários:

☕Meu diário:
teacherlailachris.blogspot.com

🍭Meu currículo:
shewantstowrite.blogspot.com

🍫Meus poemas:
http://taxonomytherapist.blogspot.com.br

Só queria me posicionar contra a volta do MinC e sou Sim contra a Lei Rouanet, uma vez que ela patrocina expressões artísticas que nem sempre agrada os olhos ou os ouvidos de todos, e até onde eu "verba" é nome para dinheiro de TODOS. E vou além. E os autores de livros no Brasil?

Sou filha de autor e eu mesma, que tenho formação no Brasil e no exterior em produção de texto criativo e nunca tive "apoio" ou "incentivo" nenhum de órgãos públicos. A vida de autores no Brasil é justamente o contrário; tiramos de nosso bolso a diagramação, a arte, a montagem e até a sua publicação... E as editoras nos repassam migalha por venda, ou até NADA pela venda do material. Não estou clamando por assistência de ninguém. Quero continuar publicando de forma autônoma. Afinal de contas, tenho pé na ideologia Punk e sou da geração dos fanzines.

Acho triste que dinheiro público esteja se esvaindo para manifestações culturais que nem sequer parecem precisar de ajuda porque têm público, e público paga ingressos. Penso nas bibliotecas. A biblioteca da Língua Portuguesa foi-se devido a incêndio. Me preocupo com cientistas, biólogos, com as condições de nossas rodovias, aeroportos e portos. Me preocupo com a segurança dos idosos. Minha avó faleceu na semana passada. Ela deu à luz a 10 cidadãos brasileiros, em por questões profissionais estão espalhados pelo país, literalmente, de Norte a Sul e Leste a Oeste. Ela nunca viajou para visitar os filhos por 2 razões muito tristes: 1) medo de deixar sua casa sozinha e assaltarem e 2) o alto custo  que é e sempre foi VIAJAR pelo Brasil.

Eu não quero envelhecer num país assim. E não tenho filhos, portanto não terei netos, mas não é por isso que vou deixar de me indignar e lutar pois tenho amigos com filhos, tenho sobrinhos, sobrinho-netos, tenho pais e tenho a mim e um esposo, tendo que investir em alarmes, seguros, grades, câmeras, pagar por educação particular, pagar por planos de saúde, mesmo o SUS sendo "maravilhoso" e pagar impostos e taxas que são revertidos em quê?

Sugestão de blog:
http://tauanaecoisasafins.blogspot.com.br/2012/10/seis-graus-de-separacao.html

I love cemeteries.

Have always been in love with them.
Especially the ones that do not look creepy.

I prefer de calmness and try the ones that resemble peace and joy.

When I was younger and I worked as an au-pair in the USA back in 1998, in order to pick up the kid, I'd rode a vintage bike and I'd cross a Jewish cemetery from border to border, every sing day.

As the place was filled with wonderful nature such as beautiful bushes and natural ponds, my bike commute turned into pleasant memories.

I was supposed to pick up Tracey from school. And very often, she'd make me stop biking to share her school lunch and she'd convince me to stare at that awesome place which we, Christians, take them for granted.

I am no a Christian per ser, but I was raised as one.  And it is inevitable not to notice how scary our cemeteries look like depending on where they were built. I miss Tracy. I miss my bike commutes and most of all I miss her school pack lunch leftovers.