quarta-feira, abril 23, 2008

dizer não à violência contra mulheres

está também nas nossas mãos, passem por www.saynotoviolence.org/ e deixem a vossa assinatura!

"By raising awareness, the Say NO campaign helps to make visible the hidden pandemic of our time. Violence against women is hidden in homes and schools and other places where women and girls should feel safe, but do not because too often they are abused by a family member. It is hidden in the billions of dollars earned by criminal networks from human trafficking, the third most lucrative illicit business in the world after arms and drugs, with some 80 percent of those trafficked women and children."
Asha-Rose Migiro,UN Deputy Secretary-General

terça-feira, abril 15, 2008

best advice ever

Always wear sunscrean
by Mary Shmich



If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

quinta-feira, abril 10, 2008

era mais ou menos este

o sofá que queria para mim, o modelo até nem importa muito, importa é que seja vermelho, e que tenha patinhas. tenho um fraquinho por sofás de patinhas, banheiras de patinhas, enfim patinhas em geral, o mais rococó possível. cheguei um dia a considerar viver numa casa a cair de podre, cheia de humidade e fria como a Islândia, (para não falar no fedor a pêlo de cão molhado), só porque tinha uma banheira com patinhas... enfim o meu romantismo está todo centralizado em questões estéticas, menos mal, se fosse em música ainda começava aqui a postar vídeos da Celine Dion. (credo, cruz canhoto!)
mas voltemos ao sofá. considerando o tempo útil dispensado a cada peça de mobiliário da minha casa, o sofá é marcadamente o centro nevrálgico por excelência da minha vida doméstica. por isso protesto, insurjo-me manifesto-me contra o meu sofázeco desconjuntado, esfiapado, empoeirado e ácaramente habitado. como se não bastasse o dito é verde, com uns padrões manhosos que à altura da compra devem ter parecido "muito modernos". o verde do meus sofá liga lindamente com o verde da mobília, dos tapetes e demais artigos decorativos verdes*
por isso eu preciso de um vermelho, bem espampanante, um vermelho acerejado, aveludado, adaptável a sessões de tv, manicure, leitura e acima de tudo, dormitares restauradores...
caros amigos, o meu aniversário vem longe, é portanto a altura ideal de começarem a fazer um pé de meia (nada de pessoal mfc...), para oferecem a esta vossa amiga um belo e rubro sofá...
Não se esqueçam, melhor que uma carmuue, só mesmo uma carmuue feliz ;)

*gostaria de descansar o público do covil: eu não tive nada a ver com a decoração desta sala, confesso até que espero que o meu novo sofá (sim, aquele que vocês me vão oferecer), actue como um vírus infectante de bom gosto pelo resto da casa... one can only hope...

Citando os próximos XXVIII

Sr. Faria: (olhando de sobrolho franzido para uma grupo caótico de crianças vestidas de frutos e legumes) O Inferno não me mete medo menina, não tenho medo nenhum. O Inferno é melhor...

(mais um adepto do estribilho "as crianças são o melhor do mundo")

terça-feira, abril 08, 2008

frase do dia

"mulher, tens de ver esse mau feitio..."
sunya

***mau feitio? eu?
eu sou um doce!

segunda-feira, abril 07, 2008

sábado, abril 05, 2008