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Commitments Met I'm listening to this: & my favorite part starts @ 1:29 and I'm thinking: It's good to be me, today. My new year's resolution for 2007 were rather timid, and mOre on the conservative/small-goal setting end, nonetheless, I'm happy.. very happy that now -one month shy of year's end- I've met almost all of them: 01. 02. 03. paint, paint, paint 04. 05. 06. I have to admit though, I fell short at the painting end, although I've been going to my studio quite often, I just have not been feeling it {the paint, i meant}.. I'm *very* moody that way & nothing stirred me up recently, and it doesn't look like that will change in the foreseeable future. Nonetheless, what stirred me up was Brazilian music, I loved {still do} their way of pronouncing words of the lyrics when singing, & have wondered what would it be like to hear a brazilian speak to me, until I met the most unpleasantly annoying, most intolerable, most unbearable brazilian at the airport on my way back from Paris. He appeared confused about his age, almost competing with his teenager son with the hairdo, & the ipod music screaming out of his ears, & constantly pushing his baggage trolley behind my back leaving little -very little- space between me & the person queuing before me. Hearing him speak to his son I realized that Brazilian -unlike arabic- is perhaps one of those languages that sound better with music in the background coupled with many, many mental images of bronze skin, surf boards, & a chilled glass of piña colada >_<; Obviously, I need to dismantle that thought. Hehe, anyways, it's time to curl up in bed =) nightie night xx $0 in my moola box | link | email this post |
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