I am a Warrior of the light

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Lisbon.

Every country has a traditional song, dance, etc...

We have the Fado.

I personally was never a big fan, as I prefer Pink Floid or Deep Purple, BUT, it's tradition, AND when you are far away from your country, listening to the song from that place can even make you cry.

Well, Fado can make anyone cry, actually, because it's a song with soul and usually drama.

Sometimes it explores "Saudade", which is a word with no translation but that means missing something/someone.

Here's a site with a few places ( translation may not be very good as this is a portuguese website):

http://translate.google.co.uk/translate?hl=en&sl=pt&u=http://sabores.sapo.pt/tendencias/detalhe/roteiro-para-as-casas-de-fado-em-li/&ei=YN7ASqCeKt6fjAfYuckg&sa=X&oi=translate&resnum=16&ct=result&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcasa%2Bde%2Bfado%2Bem%2Blisboa%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG

And one Fado, There's a bit of an introduction in english. This is a modern version :

And if and when you want to, there's an old one, more traditional and sang my our diva Amalia Rodrigues :

PS: I changed the last video, this one is shorter.

Am I reading this well?
Is there some sort of english language explanation?
Did they mean sacked?

Or is that what they wish and should happen to any teacher who dares to think about it?

Still, I'm a strong believer that the law should be "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth"

http://news.uk.msn.com/uk/article.aspx?cp-documentid=149922836

Okay, it's quite sad, so my daughter says, that I actually sat on the sofa and followed the program. And so did probably thousands of people.
BUT, I was impressed tonight.

I don't know exactly what this guy is, something between a hypnotherapist and magician, both perhaps.

Tonight he had a woman to draw a picture in secrecy, wrap it in newspapers and put it in gallery.

Then he asked people to draw what they thought it was there.

Visitors to the gallery and tonight all the viewers at home.

The picture was wraped, we couldn't see it, we just had to guess/feel and draw and make notes of what we could "not see".

Anyway, I did.

I drew two spirals, a few rectangles up, more or less in line, and I wrote sky, rocks, distance.

Guess what the womans drawing was, and I was quite confused and I'm still thinking about it ?

A huge spiral.

With two spots.

It was her interpretation of Stonehedge, seen from above.

I'm psychic!

Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho

Chorus
Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
It's work from home we go
(Whistle)

and more Whistle

I woke up last night at 3 o'clock and couldn't go back to sleep.
I was sweating and feeling sooo worried, almost panicking.

And this morning I realised why!

I am probably afraid of commitment!

Which sounds ironic, I know, but maybe I'm traumatized?

I accepted the exciting invitation of our friend malakeas, to go to the next blogmeet in Portugal and be a guide.

And I want to do it, BUT, my mind started wondering during my sleep with something like:

what if I can't make?
what if I have to go there before or after that date?
what am I gonna tell the family? they wouldn't never understand the true.
should I NOT tell them that I'm there?
if I tell them, I have to visit so many people, I won't have time left to go blogmeeting!
who should I take with me, because now everybody wants to go!
where should we stay?

and went on and on and I just couldn't sleep!

I never planned what I'm going to do next year, in my entire life!

I plan tomorrow, next month...not next year.

But don't you worry mala, I will chill out and I will be there...if nothing happens til then.

44 years, 4 months, 6 days and 7 hours ago I was born in the little beautiful town of Santiago do Cacem, in Alentejo, Portugal:

I lived there until the age of 3 and I have many baby pics of me and sis playing in the castle:

This is me:

And this is all the info about my hometown:

http://www.portugalvirtual.pt/_tourism/plains/santiago.do.cacem/index.html

Okay, enough of procrastination, back to work, ta ra.

Rather appropriately, this is the fear of long words. The condition, sometimes shortened to sesquippedaliophobia, can leave sufferers with shortness of breath, rapid breathing, an irregular heartbeat, sweating, nausea, and overall feelings of dread.

You learn something new everyday

Isn't that sad?
I'm at home, with my daugther and the dog on a saturday night, drunk.
Hubby left home at 12 to a leave do. His mate is leaving to America.
I said, maybe I can pick you up, but ooppss....what the hell, it's saturday!

There are a few more from this guy, he was our first artist dying from aids, something like our Freddy Mercury

Antonio Variacoes

Job for Miss Mon: translate this song to english

Nao consigo dominar
Este estado de ansiedade
A pressa de chegar
P'ra nao chegar tarde

Nao sei de que é que eu fujo
Sera desta solidao
Mas porque é que eu recuso
Quem quer dar-me a mao

Vou continuar a procurar
A quem eu me quero dar
Porque até aqui eu só:
Quero quem quem eu nunca vi
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem nao conheci
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem nao conheci
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi

Esta insatisfacao
Nao consigo compreender
Sempre esta sensacao
Que estou a perder

Tenho pressa de sair
Quero sentir ao chegar
Vontade de partir
P'ra outro lugar

Vou continuar a procurar
A minha forma
O meu lugar
Porque até aqui eu só:
Estou bem aonde eu nao estou
Porque eu só quero ir
Aonde eu nao vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde eu nao estou
Porque eu só quero ir
Aonde eu nao vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde nao estou
Estou bem aonde eu nao estou
Porque eu só quero ir
Aonde eu nao vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde eu nao estou
Porque eu só quero ir
Aonde eu nao vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde eu nao estou
Porque eu só quero ir
Aonde eu nao vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde nao estou
Porque eu só quero ir
Aonde eu nao vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde nao estou

...what I felt when I first saw Johnny Castle!

Dirty Dancing is my film of choice, when I have nothing to watch.
And I have watched it more than a hundred times.
Now I'm going to be crying even more when I watch it!

Yesterday, 14.09.09, Patrick Swayze, my first crush passed away. I am deeply sad.

You will live forever in our hearts. Rest in peace my love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpmILPAcRQo

I went to Wales to find a beach with pebbles, so I could put more pebbles in the tank, so Pebbles the turtle can have some dry area.

Not difficult, I found plenty of pebbles:

(click picks to make them bigger if you wish)

It was a glorious day for a change, and we decided to stop by a few more places on the way back.

We stopped for ice-cream and ate it sitting on the beach. How could I resist this beautiful blue sea...ahem...(that was mean, I know, better than the park, I'm not complaining, honestly! It was lovely!)

We stopped by a castle, somewhere in North Wales, I just can't say the names, too many consonants.

The view was very nice and relaxing. And there were white animals in the distance, so I asked Lu, are those cows or horses?

And he said: What? Those? They are SHEEP!!!

Oh yeah....they are huge aren't they?

And I potographed this little squirrel:

Oppsss, sorry, there he is!!

Finally I took a pic of us, how romantic

I liked the pink flowers going up the walls, and I will go to the optician, I promise.

Okay, this was weird!!!

I just wrote a post entitled "Morbid" about wills and life insurance and stuff like that AND guess what??

I saved it, but it vanished!!! It's anywhere!!

Anyway, I will not write again, but I will mention what I answered to malakeas this morning when she asked us "Do you have a will?"

No, I don't.

Being a free will ( ha ha), I do not plan my next year, mind you my next death( ha ha again).

If I ever die, I will let the girls fight over who's going to pay the debts left behind.

Okay, it may not be funny, but I am crying out laughing now, mala.

xx

I soooo know how you feel!

But don't!

Cheer up!

There's a presie, he also turned 45!

Hugs and kisses

Happy 9.9.9

Well, just now and then...

So I went back to work today.
And I decided to test my new equipment and do a power point presentation.
I arrived 15 minutes early, so I could set up the projector/laptop/wires, etc.

Students started arriving, all excited and curious about what was all that about!

Everything was in perfect working condition! power point was showing on the laptop, but on the wall there was only light!

No image, just light!

So, I reset, restart, walk around, start going ahhhgggg, students say it's okay Maria, don't worry, never mind...

NO!! IT WILL WORK!! YOU are my guinea pigs today, just hold in there. Thank you for your pacience, sorry about the delay, BUT THIS WILL WORK!!

Soooo, anyway after HALF an HOUR, I stand in front of the projector, staring at the light and decided to pull a little cord...and...MIRACLE!! There was a cover/top/lid/whatever covering the lens!

OOpppsssss

In my defence it is transparent, alright?

The boiler broke down, my computer broke down and I'm praying to be able to save my data this time or I'll quit!

I am close to break down too, everything is breaking down, shit!

I'm back to work on Monday, maybe it's not all bad after all.

See you later

xx

I'm around, just too depressed to comment.
And I can be mean when I'm depressed, soooo.... see you soon.

Love you all

xx

I was reading my sweetymon's post about the past and memories started to flow. And I bursted into tears. I cried now what I didn't cry precisely 3 years ago.

Everybody knows my reason of living are my daughters.
They also know that and use and abuse me, but I don't care, because they give the strengh to fight all adversities in life.
They are my therapy when I'm depressed and the reason I can't give up.

They are also my best friends, despite refusing to go out with me at night.

But about 3 years ago my world desmoronated, when we found out my sweety had a tumor.

For a long while I was in denial, I just couldn't accept the fact that she had to have a very serious surgery on her neck, that could leave her paralized.

I bought all the books I could buy to try to find a cure!
I read about all natural healing and studied the wonders from the Amazon.
I spent hours in the library and read all medical books on the subject and found out more than I should.

But I never cried! (well, not in front of her)

It was her determination and persistence that enable us to know about it.

She insisted there was something wrong with that lump, despite our useless GP saying it was nothing, and daring to ask her if she had dandruff.

I was teaching on that wednesday, when she went to the hospital. Dad was home, so he took her.

Half way my lesson, my mobile rings. It was my baby saying, mum come to the hospital please, the doctor said they are going to do a biopsy.

My students called me a taxi as my mind went blank. What??

And we went through all the ordeal together, a long, very long ordeal. And thanks God she had her operation, after running away (kind of) twice, and all went well.

And this is what came to my mind, reading her post and her last paragraph:

"It's made me braver and made me feel safer in the knowledge that people can overcome a lot of erratic situations, that we are stronger than we think we are, and that this strength will come out when we need it the most. And when you can't find it, all you have to do is remember the things you've been through and remind yourself that eventually, the bad times come to a halt, and you will emerge from them with - hopefully good - new views on life."

Yes, my dear, you are right and remember Where there's a will, there's a way.

xx

So,as I mentioned before the key words more common to find my blog are "MIFL".

People from all around the world "find me" by typing "MIFL" on their keyboards.

As I am a member of the MIFL, I thought, WoW, that's a very popular Institute, even in Korea! Wonder why...

But I have to confess I thought people were actually misspelling their search and were actually looking for MILF!

And as I have been called one quite often, I often grin.

Some women would probably feel ofended, but I think it's flattering.

Being found once again, today, by someone from Korea, I clicked the site, which lead me to google.kr

And I was slighted disappointed, when I found all this MIFL's.

Never mind, I'll be even more popular after this post.

MIFL stands for:

MUKUNDA INDUSTRIAL FINANCE LIMITED

Midland Industrial Flooring Ltd.

Madeline Island Ferry Line (Wisconsin)

Master International Frequency List

Maximum Individual Fiber Loss (FOC)

Motif-Index of Folk Literature (Stith Thompson book)

MIFL Membership of the Institute for Learning (UK)