tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11684880187675831322024-03-14T05:11:27.701-03:00Odna's Mental Raveand the people in the dining room...Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-47448827582516040882010-11-10T11:43:00.002-02:002010-11-10T12:15:10.101-02:00Over the edgeI spend some time of my day thinking about the things that drive me insane and usually I think of them as texts, as articles. I think about so many things, so many things that drive me crazy and that are not few and are very varied. But every time I think "I should write this in my blog, I'll feel better", I sit in front of the computer and it doesn't come out at all. For some reason, when I decided to do it I just can't. I really have no idea why, I don't know it's fear, laziness or what. I just block. And thus I end up righting about the most frivolous aspects of my every day life because the things I really want to write about I just freeze.<br /><br />So many things. So many. <br /><br />People think I take things far too seriously - which is in fact true - and that I should take a lighter approach to life. Maybe I should. But I can't.<br /><br />I'm only 28 years old and I've had a great life. A wonderful life. My childhood was awesome - ok, my teenage years weren't the best, more on that some other day - , my mother is the greatest person I've ever met, my stepfather is the best father God could have provided for me - my mom and him aren't even married anymore and he still treats me as his flesh and blood. I never had major health issues - although some, none really serious or life threatening - and have never been in a serious accident apart from what happened to <a href="http://odnadraug.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-start-writting-about-and-tale.html">my eye</a> which in the end was really nothing. I was never hungry and I had so many opportunities in my life others would really want to have had. I was born in the middle class in an impoverished country - well, in the 80's, when I was born, Brazil was MUCH worse than it is now - and for a while we were even high middle class. I live in an excellent neighborhood in Rio de Janeiro. I have many friends all over the globe whom I love as family. And now I have found love in one of the sweetest men I have ever met. My life is great. Of course, it's far from perfect, I have had my share of issues and bad experiences. Still, especially in comparison to other people, my life is great.<br /><br />Why am I saying all this? Because, even though all that I have written, I've been mad as hell for years. The injustice, the stupidity, the way the world is and - I'm sorry to say, it has always been, we are just more aware of it, maybe - and how most people just sit around and do nothing. How can people buy designer bag, not for the design itself but for its status, at thousands of dollars and others have nothing to eat, nothing to do! How people live their lives in the most idiotic way possible, how people treat others as dirt, how people treat animals as mere commodities - and I don't even like pets! How women have such a disadvantage in the world and how we are perceived in so many societies, the ever annoying virgin / whore dichotomy and how some women don't even realize that or even take advantage of that. How men don't even really know what being a man really means and act like they are 13 years of age for the rest of their lives. How people judge others on their appearance, ethnicity, background, religion, job, status... how superficial people can be at the worst times to be so. And how some think only about themselves and their own selfish pursue of happiness. And we don't even know what happiness really is. <br /><br />Not to mention a punch of other things that drive me over the edge and I just can't. I can't. What can I really do? I have no idea. I don't think "nothing" is the answer either. I do what I know. I study a lot, I listen and observe. But I'm so angry, so very angry at everything. Why should I just be satisfied with my life when everything is so, pardon my French, fucked up? I can't just sit here and peacefully live my life and ignore everything that it's around and pretend it does not concern me, I just can't do it! Ok, I have to tell you, I studied History and am, technically, a historian. The world was much much much worse than it is now. But still, I'm not satisfied with what we as human being have achieved. I think there so much more work to do, so much more to be thought about, so much more to be discussed. I don't want to stand still and sit here and do nothing.<br /><br />I'm not satisfied. Are you satisfied?Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-4487097960114884302010-11-08T19:53:00.005-02:002010-11-09T00:45:01.089-02:00One of those days... which turned fun in the end.Of course I never meant to write a "this is my every day life" kind of blog, specially since I don't show this blog to many friends so I really have no idea who would be interested in knowing what I've been doing LOL But first, today was one of "those" days and secondly it is a good writing exercise for me, I guess / hope =D<br /><br />So today would be theoretically my training day at my new job at the bookstore. 8 in the morning I was supposed to go to a clinic for an "entrance's exam" O_o. I think it's a needed practice here when you start a new job. I found it rather silly, since the only things the doctor asked I could have just filled out a form... I don't know, maybe it's important. The fact is, I arrive there punctually at 8. I open my bag after giving my id to the attendant and realize I hadn't brought my book with me and thought " Oh, well, this will be quick, right?". I see other future co-workers coming in (I know that because you have to tell the attendant the company you are being employed at) and she doesn't call me. Suddenly she tells me I'm not on the list and therefore cannot be examined. She calls the bookstore but the PR just opens at 9. "My book! Why? Why I didn't bring my book?". So I stay there watching <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patch_Adams_(film)">Patch Adams</a> on TV getting super cranky. Have you people seen that movie? I was hating it. I didn't see the beginning nor the end (thank you. God!), but as far as I watched I hated it. Ok, Robin Williams annoys the heck out of me and I could only enjoy him in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrs._Doubtfire">Mrs. Doubtfire</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Birdcage">The Birdcage</a>. Still, I felt something was just wrong and silly about that movie. I had read before about the work of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patch_Adams">Dr. Patch Adams</a> and it seemed a lot more... "serious" (for the lack of a better word) as portrait there. Anyways... it might also be that I would much rather be reading my dear book.<br /><br />So I leave the place at 9:40 (!!) and head to the bookstore's headquarters not far from the clinic nor from my home. I have breakfast at a little cafe. Sitting there was a very loud about 60 year-old woman speaking on her cell phone. Impossible not to hear her. "And so I want to make a cultural trip to Italy, y'know. I want to understand why they have the best food in the world, the best museums and all that, y'know". Italy has the best food in the world? Really?... Hmm.. I really think that it's up for a LOT of debate. I don't think any cuisine could win that one. And she went on and on about her trips and how she spent about 2000 dollars shopping in Paris last summer or whatever and I'm heading for my minimum wage little job. <br /><br />Arriving there we would have to go to the bank and open an account for our salary, even if we already had an account in that particular bank *points at self*. I'm not even going to comment how idiotic I think that is. Anyways, there was some power trouble at the bank and their system went down. Results? We could not start today since we could not sign our contracts without that account. Oh, the joy... I even forgot to mention that I had to run home and get some other documents they forgot to tell me I needed... 20 minutes walking as fast as ever in the "summer is coming in the tropical city" sun. <br /><br />As I arrive home, the pharmacy calls me. They wanted to tell me how much would the two medicaments my doctor asked me to buy would cost. I almost fainted as she told me. I tried calling my doctor to make sure I REALLY need those, otherwise I'm not going to pay that. Sadly I couldn't reach him. Let's try again later...<br /><br />But what was so great about this weird day in which very little worked out? I really liked my future co-workers. They are very funny, pleasant intelligent people and I had a great time with them today. Strangely, all the odd things we had to go through together at the bank made us chat a lot and get to know each other a little and ended up being a lot of fun.<br /><br />In the end, I was pleased. And tomorrow we will be finally trained and my movie will be - hopefully - finished.<br /><br />Have a great week, everyone!Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-42048367218731630652010-11-07T13:51:00.002-02:002010-11-07T14:22:14.742-02:00A job! A job?Hello all, how are you in this lovely Sunday?<br /><br />I'm sitting on my new computer working a lot. I'm editing the movie I told you about in the last post and I hope it will turn out at least ok. I think the material we gathered is very good, but we are having trouble with the sound are other issues.<br />Anyways, remember I said I had no job? Weirdly enough, less than 24 hours after I wrote that I got a job! Ok, it is not the greatest job ever and not the one I really wanted, but it's a job, right? <br />I'll be working at a very nice bookstore very close to where I live - about 10 minutes on foot. The pay is terrible - as it usually is for "part-time" jobs around here, but I've always enjoyed that store and thus I'm excited about it. I'll start tomorrow and work nights which is not so bad since it's so close.<br /><br />Hopefully you are having a wonderful Sunday ^_^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/13/Books-aj.svg_aj_ashton_01f.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/13/Books-aj.svg_aj_ashton_01f.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-89346366983475603442010-11-04T19:23:00.004-02:002010-11-05T11:39:38.253-02:00Some long needed newsHello dear readers!<br /><br />How long has it been? Far too long I feel. I truly did miss posting and reading blogs, so much has happened. <br />I hope you are not all gone - lol - and I hope I can keep writing. <br /><br />As I mentioned above, since my last post so much has happened around here. I went to the USA to visit my dear friend in L.A. (what a strange place that is) and as I came back I found myself in some trouble. First I will tell you about the small troubles. My computer's charger decided to quit and not work anymore. The computer I had taken with me to L.A is a very small notebook I used during my final school days. It's great for studying and traveling, but not for everyday use. Ah! Not to mention I had a terrible access to the internet while in the USA. I find it quite amusing that in two recent so called developed countries I was at - Japan and the U.S. - I had so limited internet access. It almost feels like a joke, really, that I would have better internet here at home in Brazil.<br /><br />Well, we are the 7th largest economy in the world according to some sources.<br /><br />Anyways, I did buy a new charger but it took ages to arrive and when it finally did... my computer decided to be mean and stubborn as saying "you left me without energy for months!!!! I don't like you!". Jeez. How sentimental...<br />My boyfriend / fiance (no idea.... more on that later... maybe.) bought me a lovely mac mini so that I could start editing and finally making movies. Totally getting out of the topic, I feel like I will have to expose myself much more on the web in the future since I want to show my "craft" as a filmmaker, musician and amateur "complainer".<br /><br />Lastly, I haven't been well this year. I had some kidney problems before my trip and later it evolved to a stomach issue. Apparently I have some infection in the throat area that never really healed and thus my body has became very weak trying to fight it. I was unaware of this until recently and it has been a routine of multiple physical exams and trips to the doctor's office. We are still not sure what is the issue with my stomach, but I hope we will find out soon and pray to good it's nothing serious. But my kidneys keep being a major issue. Tomorrow I'm going to one of the many doctors I've been seeing. Apparently I'll have to take some very painful shots against that infection for several months. Thank God I have health insurance... but most of the little money I earn as a teacher is going to the several medicaments I've been taking.<br /><br />So this is it. That's why I haven't been around. No good internet, stubborn computers and bad health... I'm already kinda lazy for writing and keeping in touch. With all this... Not to mention my current jobless situation - being a private teacher is not really as steady situation. But I'm not really complaining. I know it could be much worse, so I thank God everyday for the luck I have.<br /><br />Time to wrap it up. Hope you are all well and talk to you soon. ^_^Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-28392868958091321002010-07-17T15:41:00.002-03:002010-07-17T15:44:59.585-03:00Turning 28 todayHello, everyone!!<br /><br />So, I left this blog a little, huh? I wasn't my intention and I hope to be back to the blogging world. Some quick news: I'm in Los Angeles now and I'll be here for about a month. I've been having a great time so far and hope to tell you all about it. Another note is:<br /><br />it's my birthday today. I just turned 28. 28! Wow... and, to be honest, I don't feel old at all, just a little scared lmao! ^_^ <br /><br />Hope you guys are still around and talk to you soon!!<br /><br />Ana aka OdnaOdnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-19102507243784934192010-03-24T01:08:00.004-03:002010-03-24T01:16:30.883-03:00Take back...We cannot be honest. Ever. There is no place for honesty and sincerity. Why people ask questions if they cannot handle the answers? And why the double standards? What's up with that? <br />I'm so mad and frustrated. I'm mad at myself, how stupid I am. I should keep my mouth shut and my life to myself at all times. <br />Tears come to my eyes as I write this... I wish I could go back in time... and do it again.Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-33518969736676870362010-03-04T11:52:00.003-03:002010-03-09T10:56:08.774-03:00How everything can change in a minute IIyou have no idea HOW MUCH. I didn't either. <br /><br />Truth is, I can't really talk about it at this point. All I can say is that I've been expecting a positive answer since I heard about the possibility last Wednesday. It might come today... I'm only mentioning it because I'm so nervous and excited. Ok, ok, all I ask is that you think positively for me. Soon I'll tell you what it is all about, whether it happens or not.<br /><br /><br /><br />What a mysterious post, huh?Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-32446106077189143932010-03-03T09:57:00.004-03:002010-03-09T10:56:28.993-03:00How everything can change in a minuteI'm free...<br /><br />I finally handed over my final paper after a long battle with myself. It's over. I'm graduated. This is my second graduation. I knew I would feel so lost after it. I have no idea how to move forward. I know what I want in life. But it's very hard for me to be honest about it as I know it's a crazy dream. There are other problems, of course. I have to think about money and this can make my dreams move further and further away. But I shouldn't give up, I don't think I should. I just feel so lost.<br /><br />But something very nice happened since the last post. I finally met someone special. And believe me, he's something else. I never thought I could meet such a man, but I did. I'm at the moon right now, I think I haven't been in love in a very long time. Such a long time that I had forgotten how it felt like. <br /><br />So I'm basicall lost and found at the same time. What a great year this will be.Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-23268553347833188032010-02-17T00:37:00.012-02:002010-02-17T15:24:42.751-02:00Why so cranky? A rant about Carnival and tourists.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac24C9VKO6Q/Sko5JuJhmaI/AAAAAAAAA-I/MimA-CNrHAc/s400/cranky-early-morning-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac24C9VKO6Q/Sko5JuJhmaI/AAAAAAAAA-I/MimA-CNrHAc/s400/cranky-early-morning-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><em>This is the second image you get if you google "cranky". I had to laugh and add it. </em><br /><br /><br />I've been very down lately. And VERY cranky.<br />Is it Carnival? Is it the tourists everywhere? Is it the trash? The noise? The heat? The fact that I'm very anti social lately?<br /><br />I don't know. Carnival must be helping. You see, I don't really like it. It's a punch in the stomach of my identity, but it really isnt't for me. And it's not that I'm getting old. I only remember liking Carnival when I was a very little child - 4 or 5 - because I loved throwing confetti and dressing up. Than later it was just a big bleh for me. I do appreciate the oficial Carnival Parade in Rio de Janeiro. It is quite stunning and a reflection of our culture. But... do I need to take part? can't I just watch some on TV? The street part of Carnival is so annoying. The traffic becomes even more confusing then normal, there are thousands of people on the streets, so many tourists... it's like 01:33 in the morning, I'm on the 9th floor and I can hear them downstairs on the street!!! I feel so much like an old lady. It's not really Carnival that is annoying me as much as my own annoyance annoying me, get it? LMAO! It's true! I'm annoying myself with my annoyance. Let people have fun! Why do you care? <br /><br />But I do. lol And therefore cranky I am. Of course, the fact that I haven't finished my final paper yet (can you believe it?!) is also adding up. I'm here trying to write it... but I just can't do it. I have to, however. Friday is the limit and I'll be free. Yes. Free. Maybe a little too free. That's what is so scary. O_o<br /><br />Also, this time of the year we get THOSE tourists. Well, it's confession time and I probably will go back to this theme many other times to clarify myself as I had to in real life when this issue was brought up. I don't like tourists. There. I said it. I don't. Naturally, I'm talking about a typical tourist. What a typical tourist actually is, is up for debate. <strong>For me there's a big difference between being a tourist and being a traveller </strong>, for starters. I don't know how to explain it here, in English and in concise form. But there is. I always felt that tourism had that touch of "the world is my personal backyard and let's enjoy it" that I don't appreciate. <br /><br />If you come from a 3rd world country like me - ok, that term is just SO ridiculous, but let's stick to it for rhetoric's sake - listening to 1st world country - ok, ok, it's just rhetoric - tourists can be both a frutrating and entertaining experience. You know I speak 4 foreign languages which gives me the joy of understanding English, French, German and Japanese. Btw, I really don't get how the English speaking tourists don't notice that so many people can actually understand them! Many people don't, but so many do! I remember once having this guy talking about me in English right in front of my face! I had to laugh hysterically right back. Oh, the joys of awkwardness... Anyways, back to my rant. Where was I? Oh, yes. Language and tourists. Right. Well... sometimes I wish I had no ears, had never learned any language or had a better sense of humour. Having people criticizing my country in the most ignorant ways like this is their backyard - well, they do have a point, I have to say, still... - is really both annoying and humourous. Again, my sense of humour... I don't know. I think I left it somewhere... <br /><br />Sometimes I answer back, sometimes I just look at them with those "wtf" eyes... (I have so many personal stories about this I hope to share someday) This year because of this forsaken paper I have't gone out a lot, so not much happened. Don't get me wrong. I always help tourists. I was helped many times abroad and I feel like I should do it. But when they say "Gracias" I think "Oh, God.... why?? Why nobody goes to Wikipedia before they go abroad? Help me!" <strong>Friend, if you are coming to Brazil DON'T SAY GRACIAS! </strong> Unless you are a native Spanish speaker; that is the only case where it's cool, hermano. Other than that, just forget about it. We hate it. And even if some of us don't care, some of us do *points at self*. It's like going to Latvia and saying "Spassiba" or going to Korea and say "Arigatou". Ok, these two examples are MUCH, MUCH worse (remember, DON'T DO IT!)... but still. "Thank you" in Portuguese doesn't even sound like Gracias. If you are a man you say "Obrigado", if you are a girl you say "Obrigada". There you go. It won't take any extra space in your brain and you can forget later after you drank too many caipirinhas to remember your own name. <br /><br />Ok, enough ranting. Jeesh, Odna.. what an enourmously boring post!!! Stop now and go to bed, have some rest and calm down! you are driving me crazy.<br /><br />Ar... those people in the dining room...Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-18061441332742547212010-02-12T12:13:00.008-02:002010-02-13T18:11:55.353-02:00Kids with Youtube channelsAs I really like Youtube and watch many channels and videos something started to bother me. One day Youtube gave me one of its crazy suggestions. It was related to one of my favorite shows (would love to talk about those soon), in fact, it was a response to it. It was a video that was around 20 seconds long of this little girl saying incomprehensive stuff. I went to see her channel and it made me very worried.<br /><br />I won't post her channel as that is not the objective of this post. Well, <strong>she is probably 10 or 11</strong>, in one video she claims to be 11. Nevertheless, she can't be more than 12. In her channel she posts "vlogs" of herself and most of her videos are not even a minute long. Of course, I didn't really watch any of them expect for one here she addresses people who "leave mean comments". In fact, a group of "I have absolutely nothing better to do or any real interests for that matter so I'm always bored" group of teenage girls posted a response video to that in which they make fun of the little girl. She then posted a video of her being sad.<br /><br />Why I watched all this? <strong>I got seriously worried. </strong>I tried to find in the web articles or anything related to children having youtube channels. I found many about the quality of youtube for the children's audience... but none about children having youtube channels. I tried to contact youtube, but they are not very prepared to control channels only single videos (and that also to a certain extend). It reminded me of the infamous case of "Scott" (don't know if it's just an alias) a.k.a "Angry Homo Kid" whose Police intervention was necessary. It was a situation involving a probably 12 year old boy who made video blogs about one or two years ago. The most infamous of his vlogs is an angry response to trolls who call him "homo". Concerned people contacted the police in the U.S. and they were able to track him down. <strong>His parents were unware he had the channel. </strong> I'm trying to find a good and serious article I found about the case sometime ago, but can't find it. If you find it, let me know. <br /><br />Anyways, back to the little girl. In another video I "watched" (not really, just went throw it) an adult shows up and apparently was unconcerned of what the girls was doing. I really think it might have been her dad. <br /><br />I'm not one of these people who are too concerned and worried about children's "safety" (sometimes it's just pure exaggeration). But I wonder.... why people don't report this? Are more people talking about this issue? Is a 11 year old girl or boy ready for the over exposure of a video blog? This girl doesn't even have the articulation when talking, she really does talk like a kid. Is it wrong? Is it something parents should be aware? Should I be worried? Again, I'm not talking about videos with kids. I'm talking about kids who videoblog, who have their own channel.<br /><br />I don't know. I was wondering you could help me think in a more deep way about this issue, especially the ones with kids, because, quiet frankly, it did disturb me a little.Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-31390959842027822572010-02-02T23:43:00.004-02:002010-02-02T23:52:48.531-02:00I have a secret to tell you...I have many things to write about, but it's always hard once I reach the computer to do it. I always seem to lose the focus or the train of thought... oh, well..<br /><br />Anyways, this Friday I went to see some friends and caught this very cute chat between two 4 year-old girls:<br /><br />Girl 1: I have a secret to tell you...<br />Girl 2: Ok...<br />Girl 1: but you can't tell anyone!<br />Girl 2: I won't.<br />Girl 1 (whispering): My doll has two skirts!<br />Girl 2: Oh!<br /><br />lol I had to fake I wasn't laughing so they didn't know I heard their really serious secret!<br /><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3443/3229721610_eb88ba80b1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3443/3229721610_eb88ba80b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-65034050528127858782010-01-26T11:26:00.005-02:002010-02-03T00:10:37.472-02:00Oh... 2010...2010, 2010.... you are not starting well, honey. No, you are not. Put yourself together!<br /><br />Haiti, anyone? Hello? What was that all about? Wasn't Haiti having a hard time already as it is? I know many people probably didn't know it before, but Brazilians have been in Haiti for a while trying to help the country out. At least 18 Brazilians soldiers and more 3 civilians died. Among them was the amazing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zilda_Arns">Zilda Arns</a> and diplomat <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luiz_Carlos_da_Costa">Luiz Carlos da Costa</a>. <br /><br />I also found out this weekend that I only have two degrees of separation with a Brazilian soldier who was there, got injured and is now been treated here. He is the brother of a close friend of another close friend. I know it doesn't seem much, but to me it's weird to be only a few degrees of a lot of people who are suffering in such a dramatic manner.<br /><br /><br />On a personal level...<br /><br />My aunt was in the hospital the past week. She has many heart related problems, but she is better now. She's only 52 and left us very worried. <br />My graduation ceremony is on Sunday. And I still didn't finish my paper. I have no idea what's wrong with me... Acutally, I do. I just don't want to make it public :P<br /><br />I hope to write a little bit more here. I want to make it a habit in 2010. There are so many things bugging me lately and I notice I have... 10 followers! O_O Wow... I have to give you precious people something to read! Hehe :) Thanks Heather and Xena for being so active here and leaving very nice and interesting comments.<br /><br />See you all soon!<br /><br />p.s.: Remind me to tell you the hilariously annoying talk I had with an atheist last week. It was delightful.Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-84804270264196857732010-01-06T22:19:00.002-02:002010-02-17T02:49:16.496-02:00Oh... the world of crazy...so... someone decided it would be a terrific idea to start sending me Islamophobic videos on youtube... u_u` *deep breath*<br />do I deserve this?Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-84958137562985979392010-01-04T18:56:00.002-02:002010-01-04T19:01:32.699-02:00Happy 2010!Happy 2010, everyone! I hope you are all doing great!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.richsnightlife.com/gallery/tickets/2010newyear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.richsnightlife.com/gallery/tickets/2010newyear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I know it's just a number... but I'm just so glad 2009 is over. What a terrible year that was for me. There were, of course, some positive highlights - and let's face it, many times struggling times end up been positive after a while. But mostly it was just bad. <br /><br />But I hope 2010 will rock... it didn't start THAT great (<a href="http://www.theage.com.au/world/search-continues-as-brazil-landslides-kill-63-20100103-lnau.html">check here</a>), but I'm hopefull. And you? Are you hopefull? =DOdnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-35059569599614653902009-12-21T00:52:00.004-02:002009-12-23T22:53:24.019-02:00My new youtube videosAnd so I did it. I did something I've wanted to do for a long time which is post videos on youtube. I've been asked so many times how I tie my headcovering... but never the courage to actually post a video. I did it today. I'm still nervous lol because I look so silly and I might take them down after a few days. It was great to overcome my fears tough. Here is it:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wR4dBNZUtU8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wR4dBNZUtU8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Hahaha now you can see my face and how terrible my English actually is! Anyways, again, I'm glad I could overcome this fear. ^_^<br /><br />Have a great week everyone!!<br /><br />obs.: I removed one of the videos, but the headscarf one is still there.Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-29359120717892178002009-12-13T23:01:00.000-02:002009-12-13T23:02:39.047-02:00No titleWhy do I love something?<br /><br />If something touches your heart what is there to explain?Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-6750554577877387802009-12-03T15:57:00.003-02:002009-12-03T16:01:53.267-02:00BusyI've been busy with studying and also had visitors this week. My hostsister from Japan and a friend of hers - and mine - were here in Rio with me. It was awesome! I missed them a lot and it was fun to speak Japanese again (and realise how much I forgot and need practice.... >_<). I also realised I don't know my own city that well. When we show our cities around we find out so much! It's amazing.<br /><br />I have a lot to say about that and others things, but I'm also happy to find out I have 6 followers now! Yiei! ^^ I hope I can really start writting more often. <br /><br />Now it's off to study. I have a test tomorrow... at 7 a.m (!!!). <br /><br />Talk to you all soon!Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-87649737368237263202009-11-21T02:13:00.007-02:002009-11-21T02:41:08.040-02:00A few facts about meI have two followers now and that makes me very happy! Thank you, <a href="http://whyareyoustandingoutsidemydoor.blogspot.com/">Heather</a> and <a href="http://www.zaufishan.com/">Zaufishan</a>! By the way, thank you, Zaufishan for promoting my blog on your Facebook. I still think readers will take a long time to come and stay. But let's not get our hopes down. ^ ^ As I might have mentioned sometime a long time ago on this blog, I was going to add some facts about me. So here we go:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>Internet nickname: Odna Draug. (Yes, my nickname has a last name also lol There's a very long story about this nickname and I would have to write a post about it. I tried to changed a few times but it was hopeless as some people in my real life also call me Odna. Yes, I'm aware it means “alone” in Russian <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/Swdrb8Np9pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UJTZbaId0EI/s1600/RollingEyes.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/Swdrb8Np9pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UJTZbaId0EI/s200/RollingEyes.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406408005445613202" /></a>. More on that later.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>Other online nicknames: I have some which are a secret. I'm a bit of a paranoid. But I came out on youtube. My nickname there is “<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/karkimannar">Karkimannar</a>”. No, no real movies there yet. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm 27 years old. I'm Brazilian from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rio_De_Janeiro">Rio de Janeiro</a>, born and raised ^ ^. I live with my mother in Rio de Janeiro. It might sound weird for some, but here it's quite common for people to live with their parents for a long time, especially for economical reasons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I studied in two different Universities at the same time finishing one first and then the other. I graduated as a Film making major in 2005 and I'm graduating now as a History major. The University system in Brazil differs greatly from the one found in the USA.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm a private teacher as a part-time job. I teach German, English and Portuguese for foreigners.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I love languages! It's one of my biggest passions! I speak Portuguese – my native language ^ ^ - English, German, French and Japanese – none of which I speak perfectly lol. Although the last two ones are my worst, I'm conversational in both. I'm studying Russian at the moment and loving it! I've studied Arabic, Estonian, Latvian, Hungarian, Korean and probably something else but it never evolved. I have a list. I'm a freak like that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm a nerd.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I have many hobbies. Some include studying, reading, drawing, writing, singing, internet and video games. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I also love cooking and usually the cook around here. I find cooking very relaxing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I have no religion, but I'm very spiritual and I care a lot about my beliefs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm crazy about purple, green and black. However, I do love all colors it's just I prefer those three ^ ^.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a> I hate green bell peppers. Hate them. It's the only food I truly hate. Don't give me that! Noooooooo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>Give me <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimchi">kimchi</a> every day. I loooooooove kimchi.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a> I have a cooking blog in my native language, Portuguese called <a href="http://viagemculinaria.wordpress.com/">Viagem Culinária. </a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I've lived in four different countries including my own: Brazil, Germany (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lemgo">Lemgo</a>), USA (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyc">New York City</a>) and Japan (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osaka">Osaka</a>). In Germany and Japan I was a scholarship exchanged student with hosfamilies. I also spent two weeks in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riga">Riga</a>, Latvia, in 2002 with a wonderful host family. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I was in Manhattan in September 11th 2001.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I worked in a restaurant in the Trump Tower as a coat checker. It's almost an anthropological experiment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I love the world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm a Film maker. I've directed three (very bad) short movies and participated in several independent short films and documentaries. This is my dream and I hope I can become a full time Film maker soon. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm also an amateur singer. I was in a band but we are in a hiatus. I hope to come back soon as I'm passionate about music. Our music was very weird and experimental as we all are very eclectic. Nowadays I sing more lyrical and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enka">enka</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>People in real life think I'm very talkative and extroverted. But in reality I'm very shy, insecure and self-conscious. I'm trying to overcome that tough.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm very opinionated and have been feeling like... I'm not expressing myself well and/or enough lately. It's probably because I'm not brave. (I won't say a “coward” because it's a bit much, no? Hehehe ^ ^') Although I do love discussing so I can learn more and more everyday. I also have a tendency to talk to people I don't agree so I can understand their points of view. .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>My favorite season is autumn. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm addicted to coffee and mineral water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>Weirdly enough I'm a day person outside and a night person at home. Meaning I get sleepy very early when I go out but if I'm to stay home I go to bed very late for no reason what so ever. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I'm terrified of dogs. I'm not against dogs or hate dogs, I'm just very afraid of them, especially very little dogs. But I've liked dogs in my life a lot. I think they are adorable... and somewhat scary.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s1600/dot_menu.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 14px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SwdpT0qPGhI/AAAAAAAAADs/rMcHefYvJes/s200/dot_menu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406405666955794962" /></a>I love food. Loooooove food. I have many favorite foods.. hard to make a list.<br /><br />Anyways, that's a little bit about me. Hope it covers for now... it was actually quite hard to think what to write about! I probably forgot something essential! LOL!<br /><br />I hope you all have a great weekend!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/Swdt9A2qVtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BN4ucg9T92o/s1600/44334153_3e9114058d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/Swdt9A2qVtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BN4ucg9T92o/s200/44334153_3e9114058d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406410772650284754" /></a>Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-9100367777874243912009-11-20T01:31:00.002-02:002009-11-20T01:51:21.752-02:00DisappointmentToday I was really into writing this post and gave it a lot of thought as I spent my day in the bus and library. But weirdly enough, as I came home tiredness won and I just couldn't. I'll just give you a briefing, but not really all that I wanted to say...<br /><br />I was very sad to see the way people were treating Kim and Erin as they stated their current situation. Kim leaving Islam and Erin having doubts. I think some people were just acting the worst of the worst, Muslims and non-Muslims alike... a terrible example of how humans can be so... ok, detestable. Detestable is the word for me. I was so sad and upset. <br /><br />People judge others so easily. How easy it is to judge another person, yet very few people look deep into themselves and see how they are. People make it all about them, and as I stated in my previous post... many times it's not. It's just not about you all the time. And if you think it is... the problem might be you. One should analyze oneself and try to find just what is actually bothering you so much. <br /><br />In the website <a href="http://www.muslimness.com/">Muslimness</a> they made a very nice post. A post about comprehension and compassion. Things which many people are just lacking. I really recommend reading it.<br /><br />For the intolerant people out there: you give humanity a bad name. I'm so sad... truly disappointed.<br /><br />p.s.: Kim closed her new blog and channel. I wish her all the best and wished I had talked to her more and sooner.Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-33292529496206057782009-11-18T17:01:00.006-02:002009-11-18T20:04:57.690-02:00A path for eachYesterday was an interesting day in the Islamic blog and vlogsphere. As you might have noticed, no, I'm not Muslim. And no, I'm not Christian as you can check <a href="http://odnadraug.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-annoying-things.html">here</a>. So why do I read so many Muslim blogs? I don't really know for sure. I guess the ones that I do like to read are interesting to me, make me relax, smile and feel good. I like the way my favorite bloggers write, what they write about – not that I always agree with what they are saying – but I do like to read them a lot. As this blog has actually being frozen since April I never got a chance to update the ones I read the most. I'm also shy, even to comment online – yes, I know, it's silly. So many of those bloggers never noticed I read them daily and watched their videos because I never expressed myself at the time. I regret it now. <br /><br />So, what happened yesterday? I went to bed on Monday after studying a lot – as I wrote here I have an important paper due so I can finally major in History – and read my favorite blogs before bed. So, I wake up, get ready, check my emails and check the blogs again. But... where's Kimdonesia's blog? (For those who don't know, Kimdonesia is an Australian girl, Kim, who converted to Islam and had one of the coolest blogs and the coolest youtube channel. Not to mention she's a sweetheart and always made me smile with her great personality.) Hummm... weird, I thought. Maybe a blogger problem? I find out later though another blog I love, Ange's blog, that Kimdonesia had left Islam. My jaw dropped. What did I miss in less than 8 hours? I go to one of my favorite youtube channels, thevintagegoth's channel (a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niqab">munaqqabah</a> convert girl from Kansas. Another sweet funny girl, very smart with personality to spare), and she posted a video about Kim that was a very good one. I was worried about Kim, but after the video I thought everything was fine. So, I go to school, have classes, come back, teach, tra la la, eat lunch, go to the internet relax before studying. All of thevintagegoth videos were gone. I thought “what's going on?”. A little later on The vintage goth posts an emotional video without her hijab or her niqab on talking about, in her own way, why she removed her videos. Silly me, I wrote her the longest message, must have creeped her out LOL It's all my fault, I should have contacted them a lot sooner, now it's a little late. So I decided to write this post in English – which you might have noticed by now, it's not my first language – about my feelings and why I care about these two young ladies and why I identify with them in some way.<br /><br />First, let me tell you a little about my interest in Islam. I'll jump it to 2003 and tell you other things in the future, hopefully, so this doesn't get too long and boring. So, in 2003 when I started a project about Islam in my first university (I'm a Film making major) I began going to the mosque, making Muslim friends (some are my close friends until this very day), wearing hijab while there – it just felt comfortable – and reading a lot etc. I stopped drinking and eating pork as well. Everybody thought I was going to convert. Everyone. Even I did. But it never happened. Why?<br /><br />Erin, the vintage goth, said in her second video something that exactly expresses. I couldn't have come up with that. I'm in love with Islam, but I don't believe in it (she actually said she doesn't know. I'm the one who doesn't believe). It might not make sense to Muslims or non-Muslims. But for me it's exactly that. I love Islam as I love all religions. I love Muslims as I love every human on this planet. But I don't believe in it. I respect it a lot and know how misunderstood it is, especially since Muslims are the “enemies du jour”, probably the first ones of the internet era. Really tough.<br /><br />I've had many issues with religion. For a long time I was a devout Catholic. When I tell this to people that have been known me for years but not that long, they can't believe it. But, yes. I was the most Catholic little girl you could have met. My mom is very spiritual, but not really so Catholic oriented. But I was more Catholic than my grandparents were. It all ended when I was only 10. I realized I didn't really believe in any of that, despite the fact I respected a lot. So I left Christianity, because I didn't believe in it. I never stopped believing in God or praying my own way. I just didn't believe in that interpretation of God. <br /><br />And that's where I can feel an identification to Erin and Kim. I understand that feeling. Ok, it's completely different for each individual, but still: At age 15 I joined another religion which I won't tell you which one :P I was REALLY into it. Really. I read a lot, practiced a lot, swallowed every bit of criticism, cried at home when Baptist Christians (funnily enough, here in Brazil the protestant Christians are the most conservative of the bunch) thought I had the demon in me, defended myself and made everything to protect my believes, brought others to the faith etc. Then one day I realized... as many years before with Catholicism... I also didn't believe in it. It was a crisis for my heart. I was so sure, why I didn't believe anymore? What happened? I didn't even think was wrong and I still have a lot of care for that religion. I still remember when I left. People of the community were shocked. Me of all people left. Many tried to persuade me to please come back while some even cursed me – yes, friends... they are in EVERY community. But I knew it was not right for me. It made me happy and gave my soul relieve for a time. But not anymore. So I left. It was tough and painful... More than 7 years of my life I spent believing in that religion. Again, I still have a lot of respect and care for it, I just don't tell you which one for personal reasons. <br /><br />I will make a comparison with vegetarianism. I know it will sound crazy. But hear me out. I have some friends who became vegetarians and their lives just improved! Their health was better, they looked better etc. Vegetarianism was for them. However, I had other friends in which happened the opposite. Their health declined, their appearance was awful, they were always tired. And yes, they went to vegetarian nutritionists and doctors. It didn't improve, although some kept at it. Vegetarianism wasn't for them. Religion is a bit like that. I do believe in God. But I also believe there are so many ways to acknowledge God. If people think they found the truth, that's the truth for them. Maybe for a period or maybe for the rest of their lives. As long as they are good and happy.<br /><br />Kim entered Islam for all the right reasons and left it for all the right reasons. (Wrong reasons would be maybe... for a guy and leaving because of that guy?) So, I would like people to stop judging Erin and Kim for their videos as each person has their path. It doesn't make them bad... I don't think people should judge others so much. For some it almost looks like some kind of hobby. <br /><br />I'm happy both didn't disappear and will keep spreading light and smiles across the globe to people they never met. I wish you strength and I wish I had talked sooner and wouldn't sound now like a stalker! lol ^ ^. <br /><br />I had a lot more to say, but it would become almost like a book. So, I might talk about some topics these past days made me think about sometime in the future.<br /><br />Let's build a better world.<br /><br />p.s.: It's not because some left Islam or Christianity that they will start drinking and partying. I don't enjoy drinking and partying and I have no religion. So there. <br /><br />p.s.2: I do have my own beliefs... I just don't have other's to share them with... ;_; It's a lonely religion, but it has been working for me so far. ^ ^<br /><br /><br />A side note: I just realized how many people are being so disrespectful towards Kim's decision! I won't give you their pages, blog or youtube channels, I won't five them traffic. I'm just appalled! And I came accross these as I wasn't even looking for anything. I can't believe in people sometimes. Seriously. They make everything about them. Guess what? It's not about you! Go find some hobbies! Will do you some good.Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-83721326989559762702009-11-16T01:53:00.002-02:002009-11-16T01:57:42.571-02:00FrustrationSo... this blog has also been abandoned. I'm sad about it. I do want (need?) to reactivate it. And I will. I feel I need it...<br /><br />I have a serious research paper due to December 2nd. I feel like I can't. But I have to make and I will... I hope this will end soon.<br /><br />By the way, thank you to all the bloggers, specially the Muslimah bloggers for their lovely blogs. They made me smile many times I thought I just couldn't. I know you won't read this hehehe but it's from the bottom of my heart and I hope this nice feeling I have that comes from your writting will get to you somehow. ^^Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-54658865038127504442009-07-06T12:38:00.002-03:002009-07-06T12:41:54.235-03:00Ladysh's SoyuAnd so, I've basically abandoned this blog. No! I'll be back. Circumstances drove me away, but I plan a comeback and I'm preparing some stuff to post here. I'm very busy with studying and work right now, but maybe in about two weeks it will be official. I also want to change the template.<br /><br />Meanwhile, I found the lyrics for Ladysh's song I talked about in <a href="http://odnadraug.blogspot.com/2009/01/tatar-fever.html">another post</a>. As I did with “Tugan yak”, I'll put it in both Cyrillic and Roman letters. The transliteration is mine, so please tell me with it's bad.<br /><br />If you forgot about it, here is the clip.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WE0v9UVrGx0&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WE0v9UVrGx0&hl=pt-br&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />NOTE: This song is spelled in many different ways. I've seen siu, sju, syu, soju, soyu... so I don't know how it is really called. Well...<br /><br />Ландыш нигмэтжанова<br /><br />СөЮ<br /><br />Кузлэремэ ул карый<br />Килеп хэлемне сырый<br />Яратмыйм бит мин аны <br />Ник ул шуны анламый<br />Куземнэн яшьлэр тама<br />Ерэгем уттай яна <br />Тилмерэм уйлыйм кетэм <br />Мин бит башканы соям<br /><br />Эллэ язмыш келэме<br />Эллэ гаеп миндэме<br />Сойгэнем миннэн читтэ<br />Соймэгэн мине кетэ<br /><br />Кара ялкынлы кузлэрне<br />Эзлим мин бар жирдэндэ<br />Зэнгэр караш монсу гына <br />Хэрчак мина тобэлгэн<br />Хэсрэт тулы союэмнэн<br />Ерэк тилегэ эйлэнгэнэ<br />Яратмыйча яратулар<br />Бигрэклэ авыр икэн!!!<br />Landysh Nigmetcanova<br /><br />Soyu<br /><br />Kuzlereme ul karıy<br />Kilep xelemne sırıy<br />Yapratmıym bit min anı<br />Nik ul şunı anlamıy<br />Kuzemnen yaş'ler tama<br />Eregem uttay yana<br />Tilmerem uylıym ketem<br />Min bit başkanı soyam<br /><br />Elle jazmış keleme<br />Elle gaep mindeme<br />Soygenem minnen çitte<br />Soymegen mine kete<br /><br />Kara yakınlı kuzlerne<br />Ezlim min bar jirdende<br />Zenger karaş monsu gına<br />Xerçak mina tobelgen<br />Xespet tulı soyuemnen<br />Erek tijege eylengene<br />Yaratmıyça yaratular<br />Bigrekle avır iken!!!<br /><br /><br />Now that I've finish transliterating, I'm thinking that “э” might be actually “ә” and that the letter “ө” might be missing. But I don't speak Tatar, so, please, help me fix it with you can.<br /><br />~**~<br /><br /><br />Hope to be back soon.<br />Have a great day!Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-18288712209579952742009-04-03T22:11:00.001-03:002009-04-03T22:13:05.749-03:00Distraction needed: Literal Video VersionOf course I haven't been in the greatest mood lately. I'm not going out, meeting friends or even staying long after class in the University. When a close relative is in the ICU, it's very hard to get your head and heart away from it. However, it's very important to try to relax or focus on something else in order to not get crazy.<br />I have been studying a lot lately, it really helps. But, one must also relax from its duties, right? I have many hobbies which help me relax a little, tough when I need distraction at its prime I need something light. Recently a friend showed me something I think it's totally genius. It's called “Literal Video Version”. The idea is to make a parody of a music video which actually match it. Ok, my poor English can't really explain this, so you should check it out:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0TYun-Nq1Q&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0TYun-Nq1Q&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />There are many of those out there now. It's said that the user DustoMcNeato is the genius behind it. Not all those creations are good, but some are very fun and very smart too. Some are just plain silly, but still enjoyable. These have cheered me up (thank you, guys!):<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOlI5Qiq-9g&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOlI5Qiq-9g&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr2jlCyCJBI&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr2jlCyCJBI&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />My favorite is still the version for Head over Hells. I didn't even know the song before and now I like the original one a lot also.<br /><br />Well, literal video version is a new distraction. But an older one has always been ANTM. That's right. I love that show! I think it's very funny and interesting. I also like to see the photo shoots a lot, some of them are very creative. Since I want to be in the “audiovisual” business, it's very interesting to me : )<br /><br />(post will be completed post soon.)Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-86919887893495279462009-03-12T23:18:00.002-03:002009-03-12T23:25:07.091-03:00Living as much as one canSo... it was carnival. I don't know if any of you heard of Brazilian carnival before, but here in Rio it is something huge. It's really not for me at all, although I do find it beautiful. Some friends of mine feel the same and we ended up going to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petropolis">Petropolis</a>. <a href="http://odnadraug.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-start.html">My family and I had left Petropolis roughly a week before and my grandpa was making incredible progress </a>. He was walking alone, eating by himself... we were all very happy and so was he. <br /><br />Well, my friends and I went to Petropolis and had a wonderful time, it was really one of those bonding moments. We are all very different from each other and yet we have so many other things in common. It was a terrific experience. As I came back, in an absolute good mood, I learned that my grandpa had a heart attack. O_o Yes, a heart attack. He was in intensive care and was very weak. My grandma was so sad and disturbed, we all were. Very soon we became the biggest crow that hospital had ever seen. His brothers and sisters were there and so were the nephews and nieces, not to mention us and his friends. All there supporting him. So many prayers from so many different believes... it's true. These hard times to bring people together, do show us who our friends are...<br /><br />I think all the prayer, support and positive energy has being working. No doctor believed he would survive an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angioplasty">Angioplasty</a> and he did! He is doing so much better. He wants to live, he never complains that it hurts or something like that, he only says “tomorrow I'm going back home and taking you all to dinner”. The intensive care unit is kind of a sad place. Only one person can get there at a time, visiting time is so restricted... but we pray he will be transferred to the bedroom soon.<br /><br />What has been bugging me is some people's reactions to all this. Some are not close to their families, so they can't understand why I'm so worried about my grandfather. We are very close and he practically helped raise me. I was always there at my grandparent's home and they are very present in my life. Another thing is that some people just think that, if you reached 80, why would you want to live more? Some talk in a way as if you don't have the right to live more. He has lived a life of giving, a generous life. If he wasn't a good person, then so many people wouldn't be so worried and wouldn't be going there to see him. Why can't he live as much as he can or as much as God allows? I don't get it. So, I reach 80 than suddenly “oh, you have already enjoyed your life” O_o No!!! I'll live as long as God allows me to live with or without medicine! My neighbor is 90 and she doesn't look like she wants to go anywhere soon! And ten years is a great deal of time! Some people have being acting like we shouldn't even pray or have any hope. Jeez... <br /><br />But there are people who are supporting us greatly, even my atheist friends say they are thinking positively for him – does one believe in positive energy when an atheist? I don't know... at least it is support =D. So we have Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candomble">Candomble</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umbanda">Umbanda </a> practitioners and others supporting us in prayer. Even people with no religion, such as myself, have been helping. I hope he can stay with us. If he has to go... we'll be sad, but that's how it should have been. I still prefer he gets better tough. : )<br /><br />Thank you to all those who have given us your support. Thank you really. ^^<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SbnD7VfSCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/nw-Ko0KtZmw/s1600-h/ArtigoImg_213old_couple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_01IFvPkp6TE/SbnD7VfSCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/nw-Ko0KtZmw/s200/ArtigoImg_213old_couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312492659608258946" /></a>Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168488018767583132.post-27313982614175425642009-01-19T00:04:00.005-02:002009-01-19T01:20:37.727-02:00Tugan yak - Туган якBefore I hit the road to <a href="http://odnadraug.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-start.html">Petropolis</a> again - By the way, my grandfather is doing much better, thanks :) - I'll add here the lyrics for the Tatar song Tugan yak (Туган як) sang by Fättaxova (Фэттахова) and mentioned in <a href="http://odnadraug.blogspot.com/2009/01/tatar-fever.html">my last post</a>. I'll write it in Cyrillic and in the Latin alphabet, however, the Latin transliteration was done by me following the rules in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tatar_alphabet">Wikipedia</a>*. Hope they are not horribly inaccurate, if they are, please let me know. :) <br /><br />Here is the video so you can try singing along like I do. Enjoy, I love this song:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xL2ewph-ivs&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xL2ewph-ivs&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Туган як<br />(Вәсилә Фәттахова)<br /><br />Туган якка юл тотамын, туган як, туган як<br />Иң гузял газиз якка, туган як, туган як;<br />Җир җилякляре пешкян чак, туган як, туган як<br />Ашыгам каенлыка, туган як, туган як.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Талпына күнел, талпына, ашкына,<br />Ярсуына түз, түз генә;<br />Каенлыкта җиләк пешкән<br />Тиз үрелеп өз генә. <br /><br />Чәчәкләрнең ниндие юк, туган як, туган як<br />Хуш исле аллы гөлле, туган як, туган як;<br />Бу якларга беркайдада, туган як, туган як<br />Хич тиңнәр булмас төсле, туган як, туган як<br /><br />Chorus.<br /><br />Каенлыкта сайрый кошлар, сайрый, сайрый кошлар,<br />Бер туктамый өздереп, өздереп, өздерп;<br />Озакламам кайтырмын мин кайтырмын, кайтырмын<br />Тороп булмас көттереп көтереп, көттереп. <br /><br />Chorus.<br />---<br /><br />Tugan yak<br />(Väsilä Fättaxoba)<br /><br />Tugan yakka yul totamın, tugan yak, tugan yak<br />Iñ guzyal gaziz yakka, tugan yak, tugan yak<br />Cir cilyaklyare peşkyan yak, tugan yak, tugan yak<br />Aşıgam kaenlıka, tugan yak, tugan yak.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Talpına kunel, talpına, aşkına,<br />Yarsuına tuz, tuz genä;<br />Kaenlıkta ciläk peşkän<br />Tiz urelep öz genä. <br /><br />Çäçäklärneñ inidne yuk, tugan yak, tugan yak<br />Xuş isle allı gölle, tugan yak, tugan yak<br />Bu yaklarga berkaydada, tugan yak, tugan yak<br />Xiç tinnär bulmas tösle, tugan yak, tugan yak<br /><br />Chorus. <br /><br />Kaenlıkta sayrıy koşlar, sayrıy, sayrıy koşlar,<br />Ber tuktamıy özderep, özderep, özderp;<br />Ozaklamam kaytırmın min kaytırmın, kaytırmın<br />Torop bulmas kötterep köterep, köterep.<br /><br />Chorus.<br /><br /><br /><center>*~*</center><br />I know translations are tricky, but if anyone could provide one, it would be highly appreciated. Thanks :)<br /><br /><br />A nice week to all of you ^^ <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*apparently ә should be transliterated now as really ә instead of ä. The letter ә is also present in the spelling of the Azeri language in the Latin alphabet, which, like Tatar, belongs to the Turkic language family. However, it's much easier for me to type ä than ә, if you find this too bad, also let me know. We also have "ç" in Portuguese, by the way :)Odnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855738186036141032noreply@blogger.com2