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Estas foram algumas das camisetas que fiz pra minha irma e para o amigo secreto Oi amigas,eu ja contei pra vocEs que eu sou professora?amo minhas ferinhas de 6 e 7 anos e amo trabalhar com alfabetizacao.Embora muito cansada ultimamente, ainda sinto que e la que me realizo!!!!!bom entao pessoal e por isso que estou em falta com vcs... esta a maior correria por estes dias. Sabem como e vida de professora....e ainda tem gente que pensa que so porque tem duas "ferias" no ano essa vida e facil!bom quero so avisar que a semana que vem tem novidades...tem pecinhas no forno so esperando o fim de semana.Quero agradecer as visitas e a chegada de novas amigas...sejam sempre bem vindas...logo logo estarei retribuindo as visitinhas.Grande beijo Oi amigaseste projeto eu comprei na loja Tita aqui em SJCampos, mas ja vi no blog de varias amigas da net e acabei fazendo. faze-la foi uma delicia, e ao ver o resultado fiquei muito satisfeita. esta semana terei mais novidades, tenho varios projetos em execucao!!!!!ate mais e boa semana!!!! Estas foram algumas encomendas... Esta gracinha eu fiz para presentear meu sobrinho que fez um aninho esta semana!!!!Felicidades Matheus!!!! oi pessoal conheci o blog da Leide e AMEI e ainda tem promocao de aniversario, quem quiser participar e so dar uma passadinha la ate amanha 05/10/2010 as 15 horas e depois e so cruzar os dedinhos e torcer. (www.patcharteria.blogspot.com)mesmo quem nao for participar do sorteio pode visita-la o blog dela e recehado de ideias interessantes, alem dela ser uma fofa!!!!beijos e boa segunda!!!!! Bom como ia contando, aprendi a fazer patchcolagem e amei demais... as pessoas se encantam com a delicadeza do trabalho e EU me sinto em terapia fazendo esta delicia!!!!Agora depois de dois anos estou voltando! Uma encomenda me resgatou....foi uma toalha de banho e uma de rosto iguaizinhas!!! Esta chegando a hora de remexer o esqueleto e colocar o corpo para dancar! Vamos participar do lancamento do Esquenta Cazuza e suas atracoes no dia 17/12/2011 na sede do Bloco em Conceicao da Barra. Sera Imperdivel!!!! O Bloco Unidos do Cazuza ora por todas as familias que perderam seus entes queridos. Neste momento nao podemos esquecer dos Grandes fundadores do Bloco Unidos do Cazuza Jose Aguirre, Celina Angelica da Silva, Damaso Sodre, Maria Placidina da Silva Sodre, Antonio de Padua Morais da Silva (Boiao), Marconi, Mauricio Silva entre os incontaveis amigos que por via do destino desfilaram alegria em outra passarela. Aproveitamos para prestar homenagem ao saudoso massagista vascaino Eduardo Santana (Pai Santana). Esteja em paz! Ola galera do Cazuza!Estamos na reta final para o Carnaval 2011, e queremos ver voce pulando e se divertindo com o Bloco Unidos do Cazuza!Esta semana comecarao a ser vendidos os abadas para o bloco na cidade de Conceicao da Barra. Os abadas serao vendidos na loja Onda do Mar, em frente a praia. O valor do abada e R$ 50,00 e o pagamento so podera ser feito em dinheiro.Em breve mais novidades! Reabertura do EspacoCultural Esquenta Cazuza.Nesta sexta e sabado, dias17 e 18 de janeiroO Rock n
Roll e o Blues vairolar solto!!! As guitarras vao gritar... e voce?? vai ficar fora dessa ? Musica de qualidadecom as Bandas, FullHouse, Chubbys Blues Band e Calibre de Rosas.Ingressos limitados a vendanos seguintes pontos de venda: Loja Malibu (proximo aoforum) e no Recanto do Artesanato (ao lado da rodoviaria). O show comeca a partir das 22h Espaco CulturalEsquenta Cazuza.
Faltam 2 dias para o Carnaval arrebentar com o Bloco Unidos do Cazuza!Estamos muito animados com os preparativos para o bloco, a previsao e de tremores de terra na Barra quando o Cazuza passar!Nesta quinta-feira dia 03/03/2011, o Bloco vai dar uma pequena demonstracao de sua animacao e alegria em Conceicao da Barra. A partir das 16 horas, faremos um aquecimento para o que vem por ai, no Bar Casarao do Cais, em frente ao cais do rio Cricare. O boca-a-boca diz que a cidade toda vai estar presente, e voce, vai ficar de fora?Um abraco e venha Cazuzar! O Cazuza esta cheio de expectativas para 2012. Feliz como uma crianca num domingo de sol com a familia! O verao chegou e com ele o CAZUZA! O Bloco Unidos do Cazuza a cada dia que passa respira mais carnaval. Estamos trabalhando muito para fazer mais uma vez o melhor carnaval de Conceicao da Barra! O Bloco Unidos do Cazuza se preparando para o carnaval 2012. Aqui na sede do Bloco alguns integrantes da diretoria estiveram reunidos para planejar o melhor carnaval do mundo. Na foto Eduardo Sodre (Cazuza) e Marcio Mendes (KK). Forte abraco a tod@s. Somos reconhecidos nao so na nossa cidade Conceicao da Barra ES, no Estado, no Brasil e internacionalmente, esperemos que no nosso proximo carnaval 2013 todos nossos amigos, patrocinadores e ao nossos apoios muito obrigado esperamos e contamos com todos , visitantes do blogs entre outros que nao conseguem sair de casa por algum motivo seja ele qual for estaremos projetando uma nova forma de voces curtirem nossas batucadas antigas onde familias deixaram de vir com medo de situacoes ruins, assaltos que deus nos livre de todas essas coisas ruins...entao sem mais narrativas faremos um voto de aguardo de todas as familias, amigos, parentes que nos acompanharam nas ruas de conceicao da barra com emocao e alegrias.Cazuza 2012 Estamos juntos porque juntos somos mais!!! "Liberdade! Liberdade!Abre as asas sobre nos,Das lutas na tempestadeDa que oucamos tua voz"O Bloco Unidos do Cazuza presta esta singela homenagem ao brasileiros que entregaram suas vidas para a conquista da Republica Brasileira!Parabens Povo Brasileiro! Nosso maior TESOURO!!!! It was the last week before we had to move from Brunel's accommodation buildings. Maybe the night before. That meant it was almost time to go on and live it all behind and how hard that would be.Place chosen was the grass outside "The House" and around the fire all of us sat. I can't speak for everybody but for me there was a mix of feelings. At one hand I had the joy of coming back home after seven long years, but the taste was bittersweet, cause I was sure that those were people who, lets face the odds, I hardly would see again. So, for me the occasion was dense and very emotional. Maybe that's the reason why that episode and song is so special.Jorge and Lisette brought their acoustic guitars and I helped them singing one song or another. Everyone who matters the most were there. She came and sat right between
me and my Turkish brother Arda and asked for a song: Fix You. And so Jorge made it.She is just like that: an amazing mind, great intelligence, a woman with the power to make her ideas come true. The bottom of a pyramid where everyone climbs to reach the top she already reached, because she's the pyramid herself. A reasonable, smart, brilliant woman, who holds inside a child with a great urge to discover the world around and get rid of the chains she herself created to feel safe. The coexistence of call of freedom and the desperate need of protection, caring and to feel loved (and she is).To be there and hold our hands was all she needed, to feel that that specific moment, that those 3 or 4 minutes could last forever, in a place no one could enter but the 3 of us.Despite all of the great moments we had together, despite of all of the good memories I have with her, despite of the fact she's a friend that I'll have in my heart for life, this single moment framed her in this strong portrait and gave her a gift she doesn't need she has (at least until now). A present that for some people, maybe even for her, might be trivial, casual or just silly, but for me it represents a lot (and, since she knows me very well, she knows it).Shikha, you made it. Your moment will last forever, at least here inside. And you got yourself a song: Fix You is all yours and you can be sure that every single time I listen to it, my thoughts belongs to you, my great friend.
An year has passed (a little more, actually) since I left London and as time goes by, memories start to call me back and I gladly go. No fear, no regrets. Just my old days passing in front of my eyes one more time (or as many times as I want, since the memories are all mine).DAMN, I miss those moth******ers! People that obviously are not part of my daily life anymore (unfortunately), but never left my thoughts. This blog was once created to tell people here in Brazil about my European Stories (under my very particular and a little bit funny perspective). However, at a certain point of my journey its purpose has changed. For the ones who were stars on my European story I dedicated the last posts on this blog. Its about time to come back to it and give my words to the ones that deserve it. My dear friends. Brothers and sisters that I left at some point of my life and that are definitely part of who I am today.So... let the Round 2 begin! Nationality: TurkishA song: Jorge Ben Chove ChuvaFacebook profileAgain Freshers Week tough week, I might say. All the undergrads having fun and I myself finding a hard time to fit in (masters start their studies and activities a week later). I was down at Locos with 3 English kids trying to convince me that the Amazon Forest is an international territory, ruled by the United Nations (problem with drunk people is that they need to be over convincing, especially when they are talking nonsense).Blabla here, blabla there and I see this woman coming in. She is brunette, long straight hair and undeniably trendy. Not conventionally trendy dressed, but in her own particular way, everything seemed to match perfectly even if it was completely different from what those wannabes underground, blondie, Im so hot girls wore. She was authentic, she had an identity, she was just a woman in the pure expression of her self. Oh... and I forgot to say: she IS HOT!Days later, I found out that (lucky me) she was one of my classmates. However, she was always with this security Turkish guard. If I wanted to get closer to her, I needed to gain his trust (later on, well talk a little more about this young man). Walking to our classroom, I came next to those two and of course, I introduced myself to him first (respect is necessary, lets face it) and she came next. That was just the start.Elif is my Turkish Princess. A free bird with total aversion to the idea of being or feeling caged. A harmless spirit, always with a smile in her face. Elif is passionate about life and since you were given this gift, live it as much as you can! Believe it or not, I feel inspired by people like her, people who realizes that life is happening out there. People that realized that making their own histories, living their own destinies instead of watching ready-made stories on tv or books.
Shes the owner of her own destiny and you know... It comes so naturally from her personality that she doesnt seem to care. And guess what is the place that she wants to know the most? Guess what kinda people she believes to share the same essence as her? If you guessed Brazil/Brazilians, youre right. If she is right, thats what were gonna find out.Once me and Elif were in my room, trying to work in this future paper. That was back in April and Rio had suffered quite a lot with this heavy rain. That was all people in Brazil could talk about by that time. From a friend, I received this email with a video that some random guys recorded in the streets, during the chaos. As soundtrack, Jorge Ben Chove Chuva.- "What song is that?" She asks- "Did you like it?"- "Yes, thats really nice! I loved it!"- "Ok... so sit down here and lets have some Brazilian culture immersion."Tim Maia, Jorge Ben, Seu Jorge... I saw her sparkling eyes and her smile coming out when I showed her Moro no Brasil (Farofa Carioca) video. - "See!?!?! This is how I picture Brazilians in my head! Happy people! People who does these crazy things! This is SO AMAZING!"She was convinced. Yesterday she just called me telling that she bought the tickets. In February shell see if the dream matches the reality. If it will, I dont really know. What I know is that shell definitely find her way to have her unstoppable share of fun.Just one last observation: Elif spelled backwords is File. In Brazilian slang: cute/hot chick. Sounds appropriate, doesnt it?!
Nationality TurkishA song: Iron Maiden - The number of the beastFacebook profileHave you ever felt left off the conversation?! Like everyone around is laughing of commenting about something that you simply ignore for not having lived what everyone else had experienced together (something like Joey Tribbiani reading an Enciclopedia)? And, of course, I wouldnt forget the part when you kindly smile, trying to fit in anyhow, but inside youre feeling extremely stupid.That was kind of it. Is Abdus back?; When is Abdus coming back from Turkey; Oh... Remember when Abdus...; Oh... Abdus is the handsome dude... And I was like: Who the fuck is Abdus?!I confess that I was quite curious about this so-called Abdus. He might be a really great guy. He actually has his own one-man fan club (well come back to that later, I promise). His always-postponed arrival was just feeding the expectations, but the guy seemed to be enjoying Turkey quite a lot.But he finally came back and my first words to this guy was the predicted sentence: Oh... So youre the famous Abdus. I should have tried something like The Amazing Abdus, since I had this Wizard idea in mind. You live, you learn. Ill try next time. Abdus has a great sense of justice and generosity inside of him and he is not afraid of showing that, especially when it comes to the ones he like. Hot blooded (it seems to be part of his Turkish DNA), if something is wrong or against his friends something stronger than him comes from inside and he will step up and say: What the fuck is that? And he stands for what he thinks is right; he does not hide underneath the excuse of being reasonable. No, he is the perfect excuse for the ones that likes to hide like this; he is the one where lies the hopes of the weak, the ones that are always expecting someone to take the word, to step ahead so they could feel ok in their comfort zone. This, my friends, is what is called virtue.But ok... lets be fair with the guy, because he is not a nervous or tempered guy. He is really not. Extremely kind and friendly and willing to help you out the way he can. Abdus is a PHD student with amazing drawing skills and remarkable imagination to tell stories. Comic books reader, this guy has an amazing story in his head, but it wont ever go to the paper work on that, man. Oh... how can I forget: a ROCK AND ROLL MAN! An island of good musical taste in this flood of R&B crap that was Saltash C!In the end, waiting for the last Saltash C fellow was worthwhile. Im really glad to call myself your friend, man! Nationality: IrishA song: The Darkness Get your hands off my woman Facebook ProfileSorry? Thats probably the word/question that Ive asked Rick the most.This guy is the ultimate challenge for your English skills. Ok, Rick, I must confess: I must have missed 50% of the things you said
in this period, especially in the beginning. Rick is Irish and their accent is my level 3 of difficulty. And more: it was not only myself! The other guys used to face the same sort of problem. =)Hey, Leo! Yesterday I was bhdsj hhdue h reuhu reuhr eu udhdeuhdue. Its weird because I dhuahs hueudhuhsuh hudehuh dhusha. Dont you think?! Hehehe[Oh, my God... Think fast, Leo! THINK FAST!!! Say something clever and that fits to any situation!- Id think with myself.] "Mmm... mmm... Cookie?"It used to make me feel stupid. You know... first, the guy says what he has to say. If you dont understand, its ok to ask him to say it again. If you need a second round, you start to feel a complete ignorant, but you ask anyway the communication must be established. By the time of the second, if the sentence was a joke, the mood is completely gone and, instead of a funny atmosphere, what you get is impatience and the need to be understood, which makes everything really awkward. So, instead of asking again, for the third time, you just accept you didnt get it and laugh as if you did.Nowadays, Im doing quite better, I must say. Not majored, but I only ask him once, but with a warning: Try to slow down the pace, man!Rick is the final element of the Monopoly Dudes. Actually, he was the first one to get excited with that: We SHOULD DO IT!. We did it and it turned out to be really good for all of us.A short story:It was my second week in Brunel. Me and Rich were at the Post Graduation Welcome party. Just two new friends talking, walking around and trying to meet new people. In the middle of the conversation, Rick abruptly interrupts whatever he was talking about just to say: Oh my God... Shes beautiful! From this moment on, he couldnt talk about anything else. The beautiful woman in green was the center of his universe. All of sudden, I was alone as he started to walk around, trying to find a way to look at her properly. With his slightly frenetic way of walking, especially when he's excited, and pointing the finger up as if he was about to say something (so peculiar), he asked:Yes... She is beautiful. Do you think I should go and try to talk to her?Of course, man. Its just a conversation, isnt it!? Go slow and smooth and youll be ok Id say.And he went. Both seemed pleased with the conversation. He was really comfortable with that and made her feel comfortable around himself at the same time. I was sure he was fine. He was definitely fine. And, you know... They are perfect for each other. Rick is like this: nice, kind, friendly and extremely intelligent. Owner of a really good sense of humor and always available for a good chat, especially if there is beer involved (hes Irish, remember?). F1 enthusiast, this guy has a special attachment to Brazil, since its his hero's birth country:
Nationality: EnglishA song: Abba - Dancing QueenFacebook Profile You know... people should recognize a Queen when they see one out there. Ok, forget about Queen Elisabeth, for God sakes! Just close your eyes and think about a fairy tale. Can you describe the Queen?Mature, experienced, wise, strong and at the same time fragile, as every woman should be. Shes a leader with decision power and wisdom to hear what people around are saying and eyes where her King can read: Yes, I can handle it. Wouldnt you trust a woman like that?!And, of course, the Queen must be classy, fancy and amazingly beautiful. There aint no way for you to ignore her. There aint no way for you not to notice when she walks in. She is there and you, mere mortal, should find a way to free from the charming trance and make reverence, because SHES THE QUEEN, for God sakes!It was almost like that with Em. It was opening day of the MA and we were waiting for our first contact with professors and the course crew. And she came in: she is tall, elegant and with a pair of stunning green eyes - believe me, the room was almost in the dark and I could see those eyes. Cmon, Leo! Focus!!! Remember: 11,500!!!! Its not even the first lecture and you are paying attention to... Ok... you can keep looking a little bit more, but try not to look too much or look stupid. Play hard to get. =)My first real contact with Em was when I conveniently asked her to fill a survey for one of our assignments. She did and her responses showed me that she was also funny and spontaneous. She wouldnt talk to you and feel like Oh my God! Is he really cursing?! Watch your words, Im a lady! No!! A modern Queen would curse, swear, make funny faces, laugh, drink, make jokes and jump in the pool in a cold spring night with you, my friend, because she knows the value of the mundane things!As I must have written in one of those previous posts, I have a personal belief that every single person who crossed my life has left their contribution to the man I am today and that Ill keep reinventing everyday. In a lifetime of facts and happenings, sometimes we kept to ourselves important things that we should have said to people who played an important part in our lives and they end not having any idea on how important they were. In a critical moment of my journey, Em had this important part and Im glad I had the opportunity to tell her that. I consider that my small tribute to her, my way to say: Thank you. Thats Em, my friends! Shes the Queen and I dont understand what Britain is doing for not to notice such an obvious truth. Its way more than a dynasty or a bloodline. Its a light that shines from inside out and that just a few are born with. A Queen in
a quest for the royal throne that belongs to her and shell find it. She just needs to remember who she is, the strength she has and forget some bad experiences and words she heard in the past. Forgive them, Queen. They dont know what they say.And one last and simple thing: Aim at the stars. The sky is the limit.Well meet again, Em!!!
Nationality: SwissA song: Any Goa Crap will go Facebook ProfileMan, Leo will be the first one to leave. Tonight will be his farewell party with chocolate fundue. Curiously, if he is the first to leave, Leo was also the first classmate I met here.It was a Monday afternoon. I was in this conference room, waiting for the Brunel Post Graduate crew to tell me how great the University is, how accurate was my choice of being here and how we havent only chosen Brunel, but we were also chosen to be here and blablabla.I was talking to this guy from Nepal (Dao), who, by the way, I barely saw again after that. He went to get a glass of water and I sat down. Right in front of me, there was a guy, long curly hair, with this surfer looks. The conversation started and he said (with his undeniable French accent): - - Hi, Im Leo. And you?!- - Leo.- - Yes... thats my name.- - Actually, Im also introducing myself. Im also Leo.Leo was my main bridge to most of the biggest friends I made here. Thanks to him, I met some of the guys Ill be presenting here - and he is one of these good friends, of course.I wont deny: were a lot different. Our lives beat in different frequencies. He likes GOA, FOR GOD SAKES! But it doesnt mean that we didnt have our share of fun together. I actually went to one of these Goa Parties and was an interesting experience. Not my kind of music, but you know... Youre in London! You should go and see whats going on. Despite of the fact that I pick on him because of that, I cant say that I didnt enjoy it. It was cool. If youre amongst friends, it will always be great.There aint no picture where you will find Leo posing normally, like a normal person (actually, here we have some rare samples of normal faced pictures - but I reassure: IT'S PRETTY RARE!). Funny, scary or stupid faces. There is always something unusual because there is no fun in making regular faces. Thats his brand, thats who he is: a free spirit always looking for his share of fun, exploring new horizons, trying life as it is. If there is a party, an occasion, an event or even just friends in The Hub there you will find Leo and you bet he will invite everyone. But one thing must be said: if he wants do go out, exploit the world, know different places, travel around, live in Berlin, the joy of leaving is more powerful because there is a place called home: Switzerland is his safe port, home, his identity, part of himself.A young man with an acid sense of humor, a teaser in essence, this guy gave a hard time to the Chinese community. There was no occasion when he didnt try (sometimes succeeding) to put LOTS of alcohol down their throats. Poor naive Chinese... In the end, I might say, it worked pretty well