I am a Warrior of the light

Have you ever made your coffee in the morning, forgot to boil the water but only noticed when you take the first sip?

It tastes horrible!

Have a great Thursday!

We may be miles apart,
But every night when I look
up at the sky
I remember that we are
standing on the same earth,
Looking at the same moon
and stars,
And somehow you don't seem
So far away after all.

I am slighty freaked out with all the thoughts and dreams I have been having lately.
I know I am going through a tough period of my life and I have to make very important and very difficult decisions and that I care for the world.

But I always considered myself as a very down to earth girl, realistic and most of all very, very patient and controlled. I am also an optimistic person, always seeing the bright side of any dark event.
It takes a great deal to make me lose my temper and as my blog says "Life is a joke. That's why I'm always smiling."
We are not taking anything with us when we leave this world, so carpe diem is my motto.

I know from knowing myself that I am a very intuitive person. Usually when I meet someone for the first time I can immediatly say if that person is trustworthy.
I don't know how I do it but life has proved me right.

I also have a special gift when I can tell a woman is pregnant even if she doesn't know it yet. ( I know that is totally random but I got it right so many times that sometimes friends just ask me: is she pregnant?)

But apart from that as I said I am a realistic person, who usually only believes in what my eyes can see, if you know what I mean.

Latelly I have been having these freaking dreams and last one has shaken me and left me very confused.

Because I dreamt of a place I have never been, I don't know much about and on my dream I saw a clear map of the place, Alberta, in Canada.

Next day when I googled images Alberta, the first image that shows is exactly and I mean exactly the same map of Alberta that was in my dream.

How on earth would I know how the Alberta map was???

There was also a red circle/ball as a logo stamped on some paper in my dream.

Almost reticent I googled that symbol.

And it freaked me out even more! There are quite a few on the net and they all lead to...Canada!

Oh shit. There is more but I'm not going into more details.

I think I need a holiday... a hammock, a book and sun.

Being British is about driving a german car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then on the way home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab, to sit on a Swedish sofa and watch USA shows on a Japanese TV.
And most of all being suspicious of anything Foreign.
Oh and.. Only in Britain .. Can you get a pizza to your home faster than an ambulance.
Only in Britain do banks leave both doors open and chain pens to the counter.
Supermarkets make sick people walk to the back of the shop for prescriptions whilst healthy people get their fags at the front.

I love Britain.

You know how, some of us have a worst nightmare?
Something that can happen and you are terrified that may happen to you?

Some people are afraid of the dark, of death,of worms, of cancer, of closed spaces, etc...

My worst nightmare is this unexplained fear of knocking a child over. Or an animal...or any person, really...

And just now, as I was driving home, this van was turning right,and it's a double street, so I drove sideways to the van to turn left.
Obviously I can't see if there is anyone crossing the road.
And then just like in a matter of millesimes of a second, this baby boy, about 3 years old crosses in front of me!!!

And his dad, and his sister.

I bit my lip and I couldn't move! The boy touched the car,it was that close!

Thank God I was driving slowly and had the reflexes to break!

Dad looked at me, emited some shock sounds, like if it was my fault he is a fucking idiot who lets his children cross the street, carelessly!!

Anyway, it doesn't matter, nothing happened, but I am shaking really bad and I feel like crying.

Just the thought of what almost happened, it's enough to traumatize me.

And some people don't believe in angels....

( just a quick note to say in more than 20 years as a driver, I never had an accident, touch wood, I never made a claim with any insurance company, touch my forehead, but somehow, lately I've been having this bad feelings and dreams with cars??? )

I have been dreamless for a while but now had two very agited nights.
Last night I was with the family and someone else on a paradisiac beach, but behind me there was a farm. Suddenly a huge fire started in some buildings?? and we had to run to safe our lifes. The flame were gigantic and very quick, of course I woke up!

This night I was driving my car and someone was parked wrong then I turned right but I hit all the cars that were parked!!. About 3 or 4.
I stopped , looked at my car, thought I will never have money to pay those cars, and drove away. But before that I noticed this man, walking very slowly and Sherlock Homes type, and I know he wrote my car plate and told all the car owners who did.
I came home, told my husband, he was very upset because he loved this car, that was now totally smashed.
And then I couldn't go to work, because I had no car...and wait for it, this is the best part...I went to work sliding my ass on some sort of "slider", and asking people to get out of my way.

Probably lots of errors on this post, but I'm late to work, no time to review.

Ta ra

Are you good at mathematics?

Me, you and he...we went to the restaurant and the final bill was £30.00.

Each of us gave £10.00...
Me: £10.00
You: £10.00
He: £10.00

The waiter took the money to the till and the restaurant owner said:
These three are old customers, return them £5.00! And he gave the waiter five coins of £1.00.

The waiter, very clever, decided to take £2.00 for himself and gave us £1.00 to each of us.

In the end it was like this:
Me: £10.00 (-£1.00 that was returned)= I spent £9.00
You: £10.00 (-£1.00 that was returned)= You spent £9.00
He: £10.00 (-£1.00 that was returned)= He spent £9.00

Therefore, if each of us spent £9.00, what we spent together was £27.00. And if the waiter took £2.00 for him, we now have:

Us: £27.00
Waiter: £2.00
Total: £29.00

The question is:

Where the hell is the other pound???

PS.: If anyone knows where the other pound is, please let me know!!

Sent by The Department of Economics of PUC (Sao Paulo University)

Translated by Miza Tavares

...this post from La-Spice. Sorry, but it is hilarious!
Sad but true.

"The Ferrari F1 team fired their entire pit crew yesterday."

This announcement followed Ferrari's decision to take advantage of the British government's 'Work for your Dole' scheme and employ some Liverpudlian youngsters. The decision to hire them was brought about by a recent documentary on how unemployed youths from Toxteth were able to remove a set of wheels in less than 6 seconds without proper equipment, whereas Ferrari's existing crew could only do it in 8 seconds with millions of pounds worth of high tech equipment.

It was thought to be an excellent, bold move by the Ferrari management team as most races are won and lost in the pits, giving Ferrari an advantage over every other team. However, Ferrari got more than they bargained for! At the crew's first practice session, not only was the Scouse pit crew able to change all four wheels in under 6 seconds but, within 12 seconds, they had re-sprayed, re-badged and sold the car to the Mclaren team for 8 cases of Stella, a bag of weed and some photos of Lewis Hamilton's bird in the shower.

I was very, very hopeful that he would win. It's 17 years fighting for victory and getting very close!

http://in.reuters.com/article/sportsNews/idINIndia-43250820091019

As a sign of age my eyes are betraying me.
Every single day, I need to step back a little bit more to be able to read.
It started at less than a year. First it was the medicine instructions, then texting on the mobile phone and then reading a letter and then teaching...

And today, I couldn't read the computer monitor.
I kept scratching my eyes, thinking I had something in them but then I realized why the letters were blurred. So I put my polka dot glasses and problem solved.

SomehowI just can't get used to the idea I need to spend £200 in a pair of glasses.

So I bought 3 pairs already BUT from Home Bargains and Primark. £2.00.

Right now I have something like this:

They are cute, but I just can't get used to them. Because they are reading glasses, when I'm typing it's perfect but then I look at the screen and it's out of the glasses vision...and I have to raise my head up to see.

I know this is not a big deal, most people wear glasses but I'm still fighting the idea.
I may have to buy bifocals as the optician advised but I know for a fact, because I know me, that I will always be looking for the glasses everywhere.
I mean, I have 3 cheap pairs now and I can never find one!

It sucks man!

So, you don't believe in angels?

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Low
Sloth:	High
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	High
Pride:	Low

The Seven Deadly Sins Quiz on 4degreez.com

xx

I'm just bored, so decided to scan a few more of my paintings.
Did I tell ya I am the most disorganised person ever?
And also not a good photographer

It is sad that I don't have photos of many of my paintings.
I don't know how many I painted. (guessing more than 200)
I don't know how many I sold. (guessing 200)

I know it was a lot!

And i just noticed apparently in 1998 and 99 I was very inspired.

Anyway, I'm afraid these aren't for sale because they are all sold, sorry about that.

And my favourite ( not really, no...but I like it)

As you can see, these are all different styles and also different from the ones I posted before.

If anyone can tell me what my style is and which one you like the best, I may find myself someday.

Ta ra

NOTE: You can click the photos to see them...ahem...

I was queueing at Asda and couldn't stop noticing this lovely man in front of me.
He was buying 4 bunches of roses, all different colours; strawberries, melon, apples, oranges, pineapple and a few more fruits; and 3 cards for his wife ( happy anniversary cards).

So I thought: awwwwwwwwwww, I feel like asking him if he will marry me...

But then I saw the last item... a cucumber.

Yeah....right...maybe not.

Sunday I went to the chinese supermarket to buy fish for Pebbles, the turtle, and they had lovely rib eye steak from Argentina, that I know it's the best.

So I bought a big shunk of it.

We had steak for dinner yesterday, but it wasn't to my taste, so I decided to make it again today.
Cut lovely slices, seasoned, put in the grill.
Alex made the salad and cut slices of palm hearts for us.

We were looking at Pebbles and the tank needed cleaning.

So I said to Alex, put more water in, so I can take it out (The stupid "water sucker" we have only works if the tank has plenty of water).

So, there she came with a bucket full of water and drops into into the light and all over the floor!!! and starts screaming: MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

I'm turning the steaks, wait!!!!

The stupid turtle is now in the bath and I thought I would feed her. BAD very bad idea!

I have a bath full of bits of fish! She was supposed to eat it all, damn.

Anyway, in the meantime, the barbeque is ready and it smells gorgeous.

So I pick a kitchen towel to get it from the grill and guess who's crazy about kitchen towels??

Oliver, the dog!

He jumps, gets the towel from my hands and my steaks are ready and on the floor!!!!

Now it's my turn to scream: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAleeeeeeeeeeeeeeexxxx, HELP!!!!!

It's not funny, but it's the two of us, we laugh at everything

I looked at her, she looked at me, I said, Shall I wash them, she said, okay.

Done, well washed and very healthy steaks for dinner.

I asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner but she said, na, that's fine.

Believe it or not, the meal was fabulous.

Now I just need to get the stupid turtle out the bath.

I love my babes, she's funnier than me.

European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, Her Majesty's Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five year phase plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short).

In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c". Sertainly, sivill servants will resieve this news with joy. Also the hard "c" will be replaced with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, but typwriters kan have one less letter.
There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced by "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 per sent shorter.

In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Government will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"'s in the languag is disgrasful, and they would go.

By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" by "z" and "w" by "v". During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters.

After zis fifz yer, ve vil hav a reli sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubls or difikultis and evrivon vil find it ezi tu understand ech ozer. Ze drem vil finali kum tru.

Ta ra

Congratulations Cidade Maravilhosa!

Que saudade!

I Love you!

Poo is following me today.

Not in a bad way, but there was poo everywhere on the street and then I came home and opened my Blog and Malakeas was talking about poo (in other words).

Then I opened my email and I had a poo message, it's a video in portuguese and it's something like this:

A guy (some sort of priest, some sort of religion), is giving a talk in front of a large audience and asks:

- If you are outside, barefoot and you step in poo, what do you do?

- Everybody said: - I wash it.

- And if you accidentaly have poo on your elbow, what do you do?

- Again: - I wash it.

You wash it!!
You don't wipe it, right?

So why on earth don't you wash your ass! It's full of creases, you can't just clean it, you have to wash it!

Anyway, in my superstitious old country, old people say if you walk into poo, it's a sign of good luck!!

Good luck, my ass!

Right, I must confess I feel slighty sick, just writing this very interesting post and I just realised I changed my concept of what's the best invention ever.

I always said, to me it is the telephone.

But I changed my mind... the best invention ever is baby wipes...definitely.

Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.