tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33290322024-03-23T10:51:57.875-07:00In My Life - oldjust whatever comes to mind. usually nothing at all.Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.comBlogger988125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-57259540203556279062008-10-28T11:54:00.001-07:002008-10-28T11:59:03.332-07:00Being (In)Adequate at age twenty-something.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img width='275' height='205' align='left' style='max-width: 800px;' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/lilize29/SQdfNJbx3bI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qobIajhJdfM/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800'/>I know a lot of people will think I am just freaking out for no reason, I am still young and blablabla. But I know I am not alone in this (thanks, <a target='_blank' href='http://dopeshow.org/blog'>Dani</a> for holding my hand in the most miserably ridiculous and inappropriate moments of my life), and I know deep inside I am right... kinda.<br/><br/>So after a little chat on PMS, identity + aging crisis (it's been a while since I started lying about my age) and a cup of chocolate milk, I caught myself thinking about what's still ok to do at my age, with my lifestyle, and what would just be... ridiculous.<br/><br/>So I made a list, kind of what I do and what I used to... kind of... do.<br/><ol><li>Having a little too much to drink - acceptable.</li><li>Getting drunk as a skunk and sleeping on the bathroom sink - not acceptable.</li><li>Going to (punk) rock concerts - acceptable.</li><li>Going backstage, cover myself with band stickers, waking up the morning after not knowing whose shirt I'm wearing - not acceptable.</li><li>Hitting a club or party, hooking up with a stranger - acceptable.</li><li>Hooking up with 11 - not acceptable.</li><li>Borrowing my boss's bike - acceptable.</li><li>Seeing a random bike on the street and walk away with it - not acceptable.</li><li>Pretend I'm "PRESS" just to get in for free at music events - acceptable.</li><li>Not staying for the concert because the band is boring - still acceptable, not very polite though.</li></ol><br/>That's just a little taste of it. My life has changed so much and it's depressing to think there are so many things I can't do anymore... Unless I'm ok with being that old spinster that you look at when you're 18 and perky and think "<i>Can you<b> BE</b> more trashy?</i>"</div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-3162836049636305382008-10-21T12:30:00.000-07:002008-10-21T12:31:16.831-07:00In bed with Brad Pitt.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img align='center' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/lilize29/SP4t0UfRRUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_c70yjYqj9I/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' style='max-width: 800px;'/><br/><br/>There are some things in life that you've always known or thought would never happen. This is one of them.<br/><br/>I don't just mean the tremendous unlikelihood of me crossing paths with the star and seducing him, but I never really thought of him like that... I've never been a <b><i>Brad Pitt sigher</i></b>, per say.<br/>Does he have dreamy eyes? He does. Is his body yummylicious? Indeed. Is he a great actor? Hell, yeah. Plus he's apparently an intelligent and sensitive guy, so what else would someone ask of a man? I don't know, but he never really did it for me.<br/><br/>Last night, however, my psych surprised me. <b>I dreamed that I was going to bed with Brad Pitt</b>. How odd is that???<br/>I was pretty much just sitting on a patio with some friends chatting, and there he pops, out of nowhere and asks me "You wanna go to sleep with me?" (deep down I knew his dreamy intentions were something other than sleeping), so I held his hand and we just started walking. <br/>We passed by some pools, we went by 2 brothers from my hometown (who I happen to dislike), we passed by some muddy places that led to the bus stop across the street from my parents house, then there we were... inside a beautiful and luxurious hotel room. <br/>And of course, as humble as he is, his concern was "<i>I wonder how much we'll have to pay for this room</i>".<br/><br/>Nothing really happened, because lots of people started entering the room (yes Lilize, that's why nothing happened!!), when we finally got rid of them all and locked the door, it was morning for me. So no hanky-panky for Mr. Pitt this time, but... talk about hidden meanings there!</div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-90800706989651743762008-10-20T21:57:00.000-07:002008-10-20T22:17:38.023-07:00Something to write home about.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXibOHZtISdoZaSTMdDbcn5jWxAUEyNBZTMzgUZkJvmOQ18rL_n7edYyC-7SEiMnTBS_yt2eC9vYAlUWTaVzv_39Ai6iIcx475B4Zpn_2sbvTEQwmTbpjmgw8jsQ9PXOMFYmra/s1600-h/1137042442_f.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXibOHZtISdoZaSTMdDbcn5jWxAUEyNBZTMzgUZkJvmOQ18rL_n7edYyC-7SEiMnTBS_yt2eC9vYAlUWTaVzv_39Ai6iIcx475B4Zpn_2sbvTEQwmTbpjmgw8jsQ9PXOMFYmra/s320/1137042442_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259471881577491522" /></a><br />I was reading some (very) old posts the other day and couldn't help but notice the huge difference in posting numbers. <br />Back in 2002 there were months I wrote up to 90 posts! So I think... why is it so hard for me to write anything at all nowadays?<br /><br />What was going on in my life that had me so full of opinions? <br />It is really a problem that I have had for the past 5 years now... figuring out a topic to write about. Because I don't want to write just anything, people want to write something interesting and meaningful. Then there are the stories full of hidden meanings and things we're not supposed to share publicly (not because other people can't read it, but because <i><b>someone in specific</b></i> can't read it, and you know the web...) There are so many limitations!!!<br /><br />I actually had to go on a 6 month hiatus because of a relationship once. <br />There was also that time when my Dad called me asking me what was that whole alcohol thing about and if I was ok... I did not understand a word, then he muttered something about "I read it online". I rushed to my blog, the last 5 posts all started in a variation of "Today I woke up and got drunk".<br /><br />Where do people get all this inspiration? I wanna go there too!!!<br />I am so bad, I have just written a post on how I don't know what to write about.<br /></div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-55641161040689632562008-10-18T22:52:00.001-07:002008-10-18T22:57:30.075-07:00\( . _ . )/ ヽ( ゜ー゜)ノ o.OZzzzZzz rotflol<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Sometimes I feel as if I were an internet dino.<br /><br />I was never the excellent wiz kid in school, I studied for tests the morning before I took them, I copied my classmates homeworks and had my mom do other random assignments. Bottom line, <b>I do not study</b>. And therefore, it is extremely hard for me to keep up with advances in technology, because I usually just take the things I already know for granted and that's it. <br /><br />I remember when webpages were only html, so I learned it, basically to manage my own blog - that made me the big shot in school, I was the only <b>GIRL</b> in school who knew html, did not have a face covered in zits and was not part of the comic book club.<br />Then people started coming up with java, php, mysql, what have you... I have become once more a dumb pre-historic person.<br /><br />Another thing that has changed a lot and I cannot cope with - internet language.<br />Being a former English Teacher and a Major in Portuguese Language, reading ANYTHING on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/lilize_">Myspace</a> or <a href="http://www.orkut.com/Main#Profile.aspx?uid=703003833789777391">Orkut</a> is like being tortured with no way out of it. <br />All these new words they come up with, and new ways of writing, deliberatelly KILLING GRAMMAR... Once I was "sms-ing" a friend and he said "although you speak very good English, you can clearly tell that you're not from the U.S."<br />"How so?", I shot back. "You speak correctly", was the response.<br /><br />And do you remember when "laughing" was as easy as "hahaha"? The other day I was talking to my niece and at one point she goes "pskdpspkdpskpdpkspkdpksp".<br />WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???? "I was laughing at what you said!"<br /><br />Not to mention emoticons. <b>I simply stick to the basics</b>:<br />:) means happy<br />:( means sad<br />:'( means cry<br />(Y) thumbs up<br />(N) thumbs down<br /><br />This is what you'll ever see me do in a conversation on any IM. Now they have all those elaborate, intricate, exquisitely weird faces and it takes me forever to understand what on Earth it means. I remember when I first saw "<i>S2</i>" I kept thinking it was just some strange Emo band thing that was going on - it turns out it's a heart.<br />Today I received an e-mail that kept me looking at it for at least 20 minutes trying to figure out what word begins and ends with "m" and had 2 missing letters in the middle. <br />Do you know?<br /><br />m(_ _)m<br /><br />If there is a new dictionary/book with all these internet updates, please, will someone give me one?<br /><br /></div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-74250369518411381472008-10-18T16:50:00.000-07:002008-10-18T16:51:20.722-07:00Being homesick.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img align='left' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r172/lilize29/noname.jpg' style='max-width: 400px;'/> I am not and have never been that kind of person who goes around waving my country's flag (except for the <a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1994_FIFA_World_Cup'>world cup in '94</a>). But ever since I discovered <a href='http://www.brazilexplore.com/shop/'>this</a>, things were never the same anymore.<br/><br/>There are some simple things that I used to eat/use/wear when I was a kid and, finding them for sale, and so "accessible" gives me the temptation to go ahead and buy them, just to have a little taste of nostalgia. I bought 7 (yes, SEVEN!) boxes of chocolate, a pack full of gum, gooseberry drink, yuka flour, <a href='http://budgetlexicon.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/havaianas3.jpg'>havaianas</a>, cereal flakes, shrimp snacks, 6 cups of cream cheese, cheese bread, white corn and some other flavours that only Brazil has to offer :)<br/>I even bought a soccer ball with Brazilian flags for the kids at home.</div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-43464199166539324132008-10-16T21:52:00.001-07:002008-10-16T21:52:57.675-07:00I'm too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I bet life in the 18th century wasn't as complicated as it is today. <br/><br/>I started looking for eyeglasses frames online, since they appear to be a lot cheaper that way than if you go to the optometrist and buy it there (a hint for those who were not aware of that). I am obviously just getting the frames online, then have it serviced with prescription lenses at <a href='http://costco.com' target='_blank'>Costco</a>. <br/><br/>You'd think it's easy to pick a frame, but it's not! There are so many different options and models to choose from!!! I know the type of frame that I like best: those plastic ones, in dark bold rectangular-like shapes. With that, I narrowed down the array of options to... close to 100 pairs.<br/><br/>Then I started finding "problems" such as "too big", "too small", "too black", "not black enough", "too simple", "too flashy" and then there were the Vera Wangs, too pricey.<br/>I was down to 3 pairs, and it still took me forever to figure out which one to go for. I had to consult my boyfriend, my partner in crime, my gay friend and my mom in order to make a decision.<br/><br/>Finally, by unanimous votes, it went down to this Valentino model:<br/><br/><img width='513' height='173' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/lilize29/SPgYgL4OAnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rjDjccryY4o/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' style='max-width: 800px;'/><br/><br/><br/>Now I just need to pick a color...<br/><br/></div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-37241307858462776122008-10-15T10:21:00.002-07:002008-10-15T10:22:12.443-07:00It's better to burn out than to fade away...<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>A couple of days ago I had a little melt down over aging and time going by and my not doing anything with my life - at least not what I thought I'd be doing at this age in life. <br/><br/>It might be that I demand(ed) too much of myself, since I thought I'd be an internationally acknowledged journalist by age 21, a devoted loving mother by age 24 and a politically correct diplomat by age... now. None of that has happened and the odds of happening in a near future are slim, so it kinda bums me out. <br/><br/><img width='610' height='457' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/lilize29/SPYmJYGrIsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_kp6u8tbyGE/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' style='max-width: 800px;'/><br/><br/>Then, this morning as I'm getting dressed, I spot this flashing white hair on the top of my head, just to add to my misery. <br/><br/>Anyways, I've been trying to get this blog right and I remembered why I have been procrastinating so much in coming back... the trouble of changing layout, fixing links and labels and sponsors and counters, what have you... THAT is not a hobby, it's a whole man job!!! And I'm just a little person, so be patient, please.</div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-89395646230353568972008-10-14T13:04:00.001-07:002008-10-14T13:04:26.243-07:00I'm back.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><img width='418' height='313' src='http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r172/lilize29/DSC02675.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/> Stepping on sinks and the whole nine yards, here I am. I know I have a lot to say, I just can't think of anything, except - don't you all hate this new blogger? I've spent the whole day looking for a half-decent layout and I couldn't find a single one that worked. I am seriously thinking about migrating to wordpress.com. <br/><br/>Why come back here now? With this crappy layout? Just because I had no pressure to get this baby working again.<br/></div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-18262255429028659172008-09-15T00:58:00.001-07:002008-09-15T00:58:34.626-07:00Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage<a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/N/storage/site1/files/84/07/82/840782_4105497951ec84bghmvo98.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" ></a><p><a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >MyHeritage</a>: <a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >Family trees</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy" >Genealogy</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities" >Celebrities</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage" >Collage</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph" >Morph</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMTQ2NTQ3MjAxNyZwdD*xMjIxNDY1NDkwMDgyJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89ZGVjOTNjNTEzZjBiNGIzNzljMzEyMjdlOWRmNTM2ODA=.gif" />Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-45357666737701686822008-09-15T00:49:00.001-07:002008-09-15T00:49:23.748-07:00<a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/L/storage/site1/files/83/97/92/839792_1896341a21ec84pen89q04.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" ></a><p><a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >MyHeritage</a>: <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage" >Celebrity Collage</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/genealogy-search" >Genealogy search</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-histories" >Family histories</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMTQ2NDcxMTAyNiZwdD*xMjIxNDY*NzQ3MzYwJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89ZGVjOTNjNTEzZjBiNGIzNzljMzEyMjdlOWRmNTM2ODA=.gif" />Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-78649890914797657682008-01-07T16:54:00.000-08:002008-01-07T16:55:55.699-08:00Babel Toweris it bad that i start posting in portuguese again? <br />well, maybe i will end up having a bilingual blog, since each day i feel like writing in a different language. <br /><br />blame it on babel.Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-40533952583163642562007-12-13T13:45:00.000-08:002007-12-13T13:59:48.594-08:00Money Lendingif you ask me, i have no idea what this means. but i do know they exist. <br /><br />well, lately i have been setting my own blog aside and been trying to work on some other websites for companies such as <a href="http://www.quickmoneylending.com">QUICK MONEY LENDING</a> as the name says it, "loan solutions for you and your borrower" - a lending company based in southern california. <br /><br />other than that, same old same old, i promise i will go back to being a regular blogger with fresh news pretty soon :)Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-14288805830206759292007-09-15T02:31:00.000-07:002007-09-15T02:32:48.140-07:00Just a quick replacement...odds are i'll keep this layout for a while, but that's just because my old one suddenly disappeared. <br /><br />i actually think it's kinda cute, let's just see if i can keep this spicy.Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-83198996581039060032007-09-02T23:06:00.000-07:002007-09-03T03:21:06.439-07:00Some things never change. Some things just... change.i don't understand it, but for some reason (maybe past lifes, who knows?) i have always had the power to attract... <span style="font-weight:bold;">male professionals of the body.</span><br /><br />i would say my first real experience with one of those was when i was about 19 years old and that was also my first time as a drunk.<br /><br />i've drank socially ever since i know myself as a person, my uncle gave me my first beer when i was <span style="font-weight:bold;">3 years old</span> and my parents would always give me wine and stuff like that. oh, and at age 7 i drank my first <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caipirinha">caipirinha</a>. after i was done with it, i ran to the kitchen and yelled "MOMMM!!! THE LEMONADE HAS GONE BAD!"<br /><br />anyways, although i had drunk my whole life, i had never <span style="font-weight:bold;">been</span> drunk. and for a year or 2 i decided not to drink alcohol at all. so one day i go to this happy hour meeting, and the only thing to drink is wine. i think, one glass to socialize won't hurt.<br /><br />2 bottles later, i'm on my way home calling my roomie and saying "if i don't get there in 10 minutes, come look for me on the street!"<br />that same night, after some more drinks, there i was, pulling a go-go boy by this chain on his neck, going out and about a lust fest and dancing inside a cage.<br /><br />another time, this guy came by at a disco, offered me a drink and a card. the card was a vip pass to his show - <span style="font-weight:bold;">at the women's club,</span> a strip bar in lisbon, for women. <br /><br />then one day my friends in san paulo finally convince me to go to this gay bar, which another friend of mine owns. i think, no biggie right, just gay people. i get there and the place is packed with straight guys and i don't understand it. after a while, a girl jumps on the counter and starts stripping. oh, that explains it.<br />so obviously, me and my big mouth had to go up to my friend, who owned the bar, and said: "well it was only fair if u had a male stripper too!"<br /><br />thus jumps on the counter a muscled guy, kneels right in front of me and says "this is just for you, babe."<br />by the end of the show he tells me his name is indian, gives me his number, and says it was his day off. <br /><br />well today i decided to go for a little stroll in the hotel. after half hour i was done, i'm not really a big fan of casinos. <br />so i start walking down the isle in the middle of all the slot machines towards the lobby of the hotel when i see coming in the opposite direction... <span style="font-weight:bold;">3 guys, dressed as erotic glittery cowboys</span>. <br />call me stupid but in that moment i could hear the song <span style="font-style:italic;">viva las vegas</span> playing on the background. anyways, they passed me by and i just kept on going my way.<br /><br />everybody in the casino was looking at the guys, so i look back to take a quick peep again, since they were probably further anyway.<br />one of them says "oh, let's go <span style="font-weight:bold;">THAT</span> way" and points at me. i quickly go back to position and keep on walking. i hear their voices behind me so i walk faster. instead of going to my room i start walking around the casino again and there they are, 3 steps behind me.<br />this went on for a while, when i decided to just go to the guest area. that's when they got left behind...<br /><br />well, in other times, i would have probably asked them to take pictures and at this time i might have been out there still. some things just change with time, but i still have my go-go boy magnet :)Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-35607402374436679622007-08-30T14:19:00.000-07:002007-09-15T08:56:33.775-07:00Tradition says:<span style="font-weight:bold;">Thou shall not change the default CD thou playst in thy bar.</span><br /><br />today dani came up to me and told me she had just come back from our "every-wednesday-evening" spot in Malmö, a little cozy bar named <span style="font-weight:bold;">sapla</span>. i remember when we started going there we thought... nice place, nice people, nice companion... <span style="font-weight:bold;">LOUSY BOB MARLEY CD</span>.<br /><br />i mean... don't get me wrong all u potheads, but it's just not my ideal concept of going out to drink and chill listening to bob marley. <br />luckily they would occasionally switch to a rolling stones cd, or bon jovi. and that was 2 years ago. and even after 2 years, tradition says; sapla does. they have not changed the cds. they still play the very same music night after night after night. and the sad part is, i miss it. and when i go back to malmö, odds are i'll be spending wednesday nights there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0UoOXr3oxg5GpKp838T-YZnEzXxjiqO1BbmwK_9gnB67LJjmYq9UhsW22DuX5lw59MhgS3cDm04ZUw4S-5KKKFH31xZWYzRJThedOAyAGetqyUWZbrnDeKqWs1sE0joncptE5/s1600-h/DSC06112.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0UoOXr3oxg5GpKp838T-YZnEzXxjiqO1BbmwK_9gnB67LJjmYq9UhsW22DuX5lw59MhgS3cDm04ZUw4S-5KKKFH31xZWYzRJThedOAyAGetqyUWZbrnDeKqWs1sE0joncptE5/s320/DSC06112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104611537984375010" /></a> anyways, i'm packing to go to las vegas. i have such big fetish of getting married in vegas, like a spare of the moment thing, elvis chapel... that everybody just keeps asking me "are u going to get married???"<br /><br />no, i'm not getting married. <span style="font-weight:bold;">YET</span>. hohoho.Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-69773531799890136692007-08-17T00:51:00.000-07:002007-09-15T08:56:50.299-07:00Really, Nothing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilize/1106711122/"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilize/1106711122/" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />i just thought i'd keep this updated so here's a little story about something that happened today.<br /><br />i've been trying to get a hold of my attorney for the past couple of <span style="font-weight:bold;">months</span>, and he's either out or in a meeting and if i left a message with the secretary i just wouldn't hear from him. so i started calling on this mobile phone, and guess? he never answered. so again, i left him messages and he never called back.<br /><br />the case i need him to take is quite crucial for me right now, and i really am running out of time. and he knows that.<br />so what did i do today?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">i wrote him an e-mail</span> - did i mention that before the phone attempts i'd sent him an e-mail with some questions and he just replied "give me a call and tell me what your questions are"? - i explained the situation and told him about the gazillion times i called him and at last i said "if i don't get a proper response by the end of this week (means tomorrow), i will assume you're too busy to take my case so i'll look for another attorney."<br /><br />five minutes later i got a mail from him telling me what i wanted to know, and scheduling a meeting for this saturday :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />why do some people only work under pressure?</span>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-73008145467104538312007-08-04T00:49:00.001-07:002007-09-15T08:57:04.339-07:00Life is bright againcall me shallow, but my life is miserable without a computer. well it was. it's not anymore :D<br /><br />actually, i have nothing to complain about. funny how such little things can make you miserable, but little things can also make your life perfect :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcppPmCgwOrMDz5W-Nd73tdI0Zyjj6qAaCe1Xz0hCVCi-slAlt7odYMensx2wvC0nPsuwgxveHzIDlHf20Yp097i-v_2N2v_vJIfNNuCMkc2mKnQ71D2JNxhm3WqFUjvx2BrA4/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcppPmCgwOrMDz5W-Nd73tdI0Zyjj6qAaCe1Xz0hCVCi-slAlt7odYMensx2wvC0nPsuwgxveHzIDlHf20Yp097i-v_2N2v_vJIfNNuCMkc2mKnQ71D2JNxhm3WqFUjvx2BrA4/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094749800446483906" /></a><br /><br />wednesday my life became perfect. i started working again, no biggie but i'll learn to do the job and hopefully grow. and also i got an ahead of time birthday gift... my macbook, ipod and a printer/scanner/copier. actually i think that should be a present good for my 20 birthdays and 20 christmas to follow. lol<br /><br />good health, the best family and friends i could ever ask for, a nice job, my computer, nice house... what else could i ask for?<br />maybe just be on the same place as my clock... :)Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-8538626381050427042007-07-20T19:21:00.000-07:002007-09-15T08:57:23.272-07:00Saknar Sverigethere's an mp3 playlist on my computer with this name. means "<strong>i miss sweden</strong>". <br /><br />i feel as if there was a kind of magnet in that country that draws me towards them. all of them. <br />as much as i love being in the US, my babies and mostly everything in my life, when i look at pictures or talk to people... it just doesn't make sense that i'm not there.<br /><br />i <strong>REALLY</strong> love sweden. and i really, really <strong>LOVE ALL SWEDISH PEOPLE</strong>. (kapusta, you're polish as far as i'm concerned.) haha.<br />would it be too dumb to let go of everything (AGAIN) and go back as an impulse from the heart? hehehe...<br /><br />some people just never learn...Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-21854332547358281352007-06-30T21:36:00.001-07:002007-06-30T21:37:02.270-07:00Am I Dumb?<a href="http://www.am-i-dumb.com" title="How smart am I?"><img src="http://www.am-i-dumb.com/images/stamps/69-6.gif" width=200 height=100 border=0 alt="How smart are you?"></a>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-72327902903236235172007-05-04T23:19:00.000-07:002007-05-04T23:22:59.823-07:00Seven Days<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWA2hqVxAf4wJ1_5UCN3DW7UT7ZV70xN7lh4cH9-bX3dJgOTuqLv1V3tXL9T6BiFCesRgoLy3332ynsO18oA3Rh44f1BIBo977ebijRLuxGWJ7xjSTyCJmMYkSio3oHKH8Ge7/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWA2hqVxAf4wJ1_5UCN3DW7UT7ZV70xN7lh4cH9-bX3dJgOTuqLv1V3tXL9T6BiFCesRgoLy3332ynsO18oA3Rh44f1BIBo977ebijRLuxGWJ7xjSTyCJmMYkSio3oHKH8Ge7/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060958045457831250" /></a> the number 7 is, indeed, a magic number.<br /><strong>seven</strong>. that’s all you need, that’s all i ever needed and yet, i’d forgotten all about it!<br /><br />you know how crazy and hectic life gets sometimes? and you can’t stop thinking “when is this gonna stop? when is everything gonna be ok?”<br /><strong>just count to 7</strong>. seven days, that’s all! <br /><br />really. <strong>trust me</strong>. next time you have a situation, next time you think you’re going crazy, or you’re about to die, or in a lot of pain, or hopelessly in love or... infinitely broken-hearted... just take it easy, wait for 7 days, and then look back. you’d be amazed to see how much has changed.Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-14236597502533957852007-04-24T08:56:00.000-07:002007-09-15T08:57:37.382-07:00Forces of Nature<a href="http://www.surprisecharters.com/Backup%20Pics/Chicago%20is%20unforgettable%20from%20the%20lake%20at%20sunset.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.surprisecharters.com/Backup%20Pics/Chicago%20is%20unforgettable%20from%20the%20lake%20at%20sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> i like to think of myself as a very practical person, but sometimes i am also very gullible on some matters that tend to complicate life and its understanding. (see? i did again!)<br />i do believe in facts and science, but i also believe in nature, in Mother Earth and Father Time, in letters and numbers, stars, fate, in people, in dreams and in feelings. and i believe that this past week was all planned and written down <strong>a long time ago</strong>.<br /><br />there’s something about my feelings and my dreams that is somewhat <strong>inexplicable</strong>, the only thing i can say is that each of us is different, but whereas you and your realtor could be a bit the same, i am totally different from everybody else.<br />for instance, i’ve known ever since i was around 5 or 6 years old that i would live in the united states when i grew older. i just knew it, not because i wished to – even because i did NOT want to come here at all –, but i knew it. <br /><br />some might think i’m crazy, and maybe i am. or maybe my life is just too coincidentical. a couple of years ago a friend told me about something that would happen to me, and he added: “<em>when it comes, you’ll know. you’ll recognize it and you’ll say: <strong>this is it.</strong></em>”<br />well, <strong>this is it!</strong><br /><br />from all the great times and good things that came with this trip to the united states, from all the people that came into my life, my babies and how they make me feel, from all the experiences... chicago was definitely the best thing that happened to me.Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-66330850442976490422007-04-01T17:46:00.000-07:002007-04-01T17:54:17.416-07:00Reign over me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLhkSsUdkE8EPqr6tkklWlwttQ1i5eHiZjJtLHERvPWHjeWj0ygkXDUvuYGPYsSvMLizSPM_Q7hMi7tNpdO76KTwKU3haDxC8bhwLOYwUKExNaeBp6vtjLvd2TDzF77W2N6Zp/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLhkSsUdkE8EPqr6tkklWlwttQ1i5eHiZjJtLHERvPWHjeWj0ygkXDUvuYGPYsSvMLizSPM_Q7hMi7tNpdO76KTwKU3haDxC8bhwLOYwUKExNaeBp6vtjLvd2TDzF77W2N6Zp/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048627065443173970" /></a><br />(Thursday, March 29, 2007.)<br /><br />by mike binder, starring adam sandler and don cheadle.<br />before i say anything else about this movie, let me ask: <strong>remember the very first time you saw “armageddon”?</strong> well, i cried about 10,000 times more tonight. and by the way, liv tyler is in this movie too.<br /><br />i usually just write about movies when they really move me, and this one certainly has. i was sobbing, for christ sake.<br />and i’ll try to put this in words, not because anyone cares, but just because i felt like i <strong>needed</strong>, see? but somehow i can’t explain or even start to understand how something so far from my own reality could open my pandora box of emotions like that.<br /><br />the plot goes around this guy (sandler) who lost <strong>his whole family</strong> – wife and 3 daughters – on September 11th, and started acting wacko ever since, like he’s forgotten all about them. i actually <strong>do</strong> have a friend whose mom died a few months after he turned 18 – 4 days after i turned 18, to be more exact. ever since, he doesn’t recall any experience he had which included her. highschool is just a big blank in his life and his current friends and girlfriend never met his mom. <br /><br />but anyways, i guess i just kept putting myself on this guy’s shoes, and i felt <strong>desperate</strong> for him. it kinda does make sense, if i told you what my biggest fear is:<br /><br />some people are terrified of dying, but not me. i <strong>am</strong> afraid of <em>death</em>, just not my own... i can’t stand to think that the people around me and the people that i care for, that i love, can eventually die. be it aging, illness or even a fatality. i literally feel <strong>stabbings</strong> in my heart just to think about it and, sometimes, when i talk about my grandad and the thought of him not being around anymore, i always say “<strong>if he dies, i’ll die with him</strong>.”<br /><br />deep inside i know i won’t. i can’t stand that thought, and i’m sure i’ll be crushed for God knows how long, but <strong>i’ll live</strong>. but if along with him, my whole family suddenly disappeared... if from one moment to another i was left all alone in the world... <strong>i really don’t know how i could possibly make it through the day</strong>.<br /><br />yup, my biggest fear is <em><strong>loneliness</strong></em>.Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-67513613440096594872007-03-25T12:10:00.000-07:002007-09-15T08:57:53.025-07:00"Find a girl, settle down, if you want you can marry..."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyp5FTt-yZaBdq8FJUkGrQr4w9WIDUoGJUtyKd-LKMi1ZdCgGlx4-lyERtmBM3j8o2ZkGqtw9z0pbfqC2J9VuziLtoQQ4gK8nc79kJ_bm0peHxIirVLYCRaRp5RQpcyqmcxjLl/s1600-h/vintage-wedding-cake-topper260.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045946411679567954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyp5FTt-yZaBdq8FJUkGrQr4w9WIDUoGJUtyKd-LKMi1ZdCgGlx4-lyERtmBM3j8o2ZkGqtw9z0pbfqC2J9VuziLtoQQ4gK8nc79kJ_bm0peHxIirVLYCRaRp5RQpcyqmcxjLl/s320/vintage-wedding-cake-topper260.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>so yesterday i went to the <strong>parson</strong>'s wedding. my friend tassi married her american boyfriend jordan, and i am really happy for both of them. </div><div> </div><div> <p> </div><div>for the past couple of months i could get to know them better because tassi needed a hand and since i was helping her, we became closer. every now and then we get together in my jacuzzi just for a drink and some laughs, and i have a really good time whenever i'm with them.</div><div> <p></div><div></div><div>jordan's family is also really cool, and that makes me even happier for tassi, knowing that, despite being away from her own, she's found a place she can actually call "<em><strong>home</strong></em>" and people she can call "<em><strong>family</strong></em>" over here.</div><div></div><div>during the cerimony i felt very emotional (or very pms-tic?) and all the while i was thinking <strong>how good they were for each other</strong>, and how right that wedding felt.</div><div> <p> </div><div></div><div>then for a moment i thought of <strong>all the times</strong> i thought about getting married, or even just joked about it, and it actually made me feel bad. <strong>not really</strong>, but it did make me think.</div><div>those two (as well as their families) took that so seriously, it was something really important and meant to last a life time. as if <strong>divorce was not an option</strong>, whereas nowadays, most people just think "<em>well, what the hell. if it doesn't work we can always get divorced.</em>" i think that's how i felt too.</div><div> <p> </div><div></div><div>watching those two getting married made me think: i guess i never really loved anyone enough to be in that place. <strong>weird huh</strong>.</div><div></div>Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-3251410383247678022007-03-03T01:01:00.000-08:002007-03-03T01:24:57.095-08:00The search never ends...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNv-XoWqWMnnJYRhI_KLD2wHkh4R7oP7ysPWgRNrkTbE9S2I_IfmcocwawCHdYRLzJjv3zTcu8k6e0iarNINcTZL99Yl6weoV-90ovM1itXaKRQ-aiJ8wCv6fVE-Cp-1FeYiI/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037624810650428610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNv-XoWqWMnnJYRhI_KLD2wHkh4R7oP7ysPWgRNrkTbE9S2I_IfmcocwawCHdYRLzJjv3zTcu8k6e0iarNINcTZL99Yl6weoV-90ovM1itXaKRQ-aiJ8wCv6fVE-Cp-1FeYiI/s320/DSC05306.JPG" border="0" /></a> so i'm looking for a new apartment to move in or just a roommate to share, and i know all the latest issues of pennysaver and the apartment magazine by heart, so today i decided to log in and look at craigslist.<br /><br />do you have any idea how hard it is to find a roomate in a nice area at yet, and affordable rent value?<br />this is personally my favorite add:<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>$450 Older guy for younger to share</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Reply to: </span></em><a href="mailto:xxxx@craigslist.org"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>xxxx@craigslist.org</em></span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Date: 2007-03-02, 6:42PM PST</em></span><br /><em></em><br /><em>You needing a place to stay? I want someone who will understand that I am a very horny guy. Rent is $450 a month, but willing to negociate depending on what you can offer me. Tell me what you are willing to allow and willing to do. Picture gets mine.<br /></em><br /><br />oh, ok mr. freak, i'll start writing you just now. does anyone even reply to this, i wonder???<br /><br />HELLO????????? i just wanted a nice decent - AND NORMAL, PLEASE - roomie. is that too much to ask?Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329032.post-1170219468884923552007-01-30T20:42:00.000-08:002007-01-30T20:57:48.913-08:00Being a woman<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2346/61/1600/341459/DSC05126.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2346/61/320/401522/DSC05126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> is just not easy, man.<br />really, <strong>why the hell did eve have to eat the damn forbidden fruit?</strong> then we got to labour, and have abdominal cramps, and get moody and sentimental... stoopid eve!<br /><br />mood swings suck you know?<br />anyways, my weekend didn't. saturday night i went to LA with some girlfriends and we went to a bar, i drank <a href="http://www.duvel.be/">belgian beer</a> (hihi) and apparently my eyes went red.<br />sunday morning we hit the road towards the <a href="http://www.bigbear.com/">ski station</a>, it was a very nice day indeed.<br /><br />but still, i can't get my mind off daily routine and worries. home, visa, trips, money, family, friends... summing up: <strong>future</strong>.<br />i'm thinking wether i should go back to europe in march or whatever i should do with my life right now, and my <em>counselors</em> are so far away... actually i don't even have time to talk to anyone to ask for advice.<br />so well, whoever drops by and wants to poke my future, <strong>feel free</strong>. at least i'll have a few options.Lilizehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11570980869461851914noreply@blogger.com8