I Live in a Flat, SO WHAT!!

I have promised myself this blog will be about nice and happy things and people, and even though the past 2 posts have included a bit of rambling it will continue being so.
So today I want to express my love for the flat floor, the no stairs, the no garden, the elevated view and the fact that I don't have to worry about my washing being out when it rains.

Lately I have noticed a peculiar obsession people here have about living in a house.  I don't really understand it to be honest, I had never ever met anyone who was obsessed with having a garden so badly until I moved here. I've tried to put my finger on it, is it a longing for private space? is it a social status kind of thing? Maybe all of the above.  I'm sure it's a cultural thing, which clearly states I don't quite fit in since I come from a city built in a valley surrounded by mountains, which have made building mostly vertical due to lack of space.

So if anyone understands the meaning of this, do let me know.
Until then, can I just be happy in my lovely flat?

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Yo yo yo
listen up y'all
uh
let's go

I live in a flat, so what?

it's cute and I love it too

with a view of a park, how 'bout that!

and it even has room for two loos.

                                                               Boo hoo

Voluntary Amnesia

My Great grandmother was a hypochondriac, so was my grandma.  Luckily (or not) it skipped my mother, but I think I've got it too. Today I want to share with you my latest self diagnosis... Voluntary Amnesia.

A year and a half ago, I made the decision to end a long distance affair by making it local. All it took was the word Yes.  And with that yes came a move.  I left home happily and ready for a change and I knew I was getting into something different, different language, food, culture.  Little did I know that I was going to cross the migration desk and wake up the next day like I had been on a multiple year comma with full on amnsesia.

It's strange this voluntary amnesia, you walk around in a sea of strangers, recognizing no faces (not even the celebrities), and you seem to know things like a tree is a tree but appart from that, everything else is just "foreign".  So you have start from scratch because while on this sleep, the world has forgotten you as well and all you've done in your previous years of consiousness no longer applies or seems relevant or shows up on computers (it reminds me of the Vogons in The Hitchhickers Guide to the Galaxy).

So you try to start over, and find a spot to ground yourself and start slowly trying to bloom out of insignificance, try to reach out to make strange faces familiar but it's a big waste of time because those faces have plenty of familiarity in their own lives, and as much as you try to share your wonderful experience in the world of sleep, no one has really been there before, so it doesn't really matter.  Plus this sleep has affected your speech and you're constantly sounding silly and can't even be funny anymore.

Anyway, I guess now a days Voluntary Amnesia is as common and global as the smell of greasy chips at the local McDonalds. I am hoping after a bit more time, I will start remembering and maybe even be funny again. Until now, better start reading up on my celebrities!

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dooby dooby do
wa wa  wawa
starting over totally
bla bla blabla

ooee ooee ooo
bip bip bip bip
living like a looney toon
flip flip flip flip

Oh Oh I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm a Tropical in the Cold.

 

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Zumba!

baila-baila

I thought all day today about what my next blog post would be about.  I had it all figured out in my head and had even sorted the illustration out.  It was going to be a good one... and then I went to the gym.

I had been really bad, I hadn't done any exercise in more than a month, I had gone back to being a couch potato (love that expression).  Finally I decided to go back and yay! I had the most fun I had had in ages.

When I was younger, my sister and I came up with this cutting edge way of exercising without even noticing your were doing it. What we did was play the loudest music we could and dance like crazy lunatics who had lost control of their motor skills.  I guess it was just dancing, but we had so much fun and did it for hours without even complaining once.
A few years later, having moved away and replaced my sister with an anti dancing Englishman, and having never been a fan of night clubs, I thought my dancing days were over, until I found Zumba!
I had been to loads of "dance" aerobic classes before, but none of them had me jumping around doing air guitar before! I love it!  It's a selection of different rythms, from Rock and Roll, to Twist, to Salsa and even Cumbia (from Colombia!).  I have to say yes it is silly, but you will feel it the next day!
So if you have the chance look for Zumba at your local Gym or Google it for classes. It will make you happy and hot! What else do you want?

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Baila Baila

Zumba Zumba

Shimmy Shimmy

Rumba Rumba

Shake your booty 

move you're hips

Kiss a boy

right on the lips!

Have some fun

and sweat a little

jump around

and you won't brittle!

                          Si Señorita!

Life is a B*tch

B*tchy Girl's Day Out

First of all, I would like to say that I will try to illustrate all of the images for my blog posts from now on!  This is the first one!  I thought it would be appropriate for this blog post because she looks a bit mean, at least I think so.  I hope you enjoy my illustrations along with my writing from now on.

So, I was on the bus home the other day and it had been a long day, I didn't have a book with me so I resorted to the other only option available... eavesdropping.   I concentrated (over the sound of N-dubz playing on their mobiles) on these 3 girls' conversation.  They were passionately bitching about this other girl, who to me had done nothing wrong but being a bit different to what the others expected. They talked about her the whole journey and possibly continued once they got off the bus.
I started thinking about this bitching business, It's not like I don't do it, it's an international hobbie that everyone has done at some point, but why does putting someone down make people feel better about themselves?

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Life is a B*tch

Isn't life Fun?

Life has to happen

to Everyone

But if you don't Cherish it

If you're depressed

Life will just kidnap you

Make it much worse

'cause there's no way out

And you make it yourself

If you see the irony

You'll see fate itself. 

                                          Good Health