Monthly Archives: September 2003

Flowers in my head

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I met this girl yesterday, she’s the sister of one of the guys who works here at the office. She helps a lot (right now she’s in the back cooler preparing an arrangement of greens), she’s nice and smart, has a great conversation, she dances to music like no one is watching and she puts flowers on her head… Sometimes I wish I were like that. I’m always afraid of what people might say, but I too want to put a flower in my hair and dance to Andean music without thinking “God, I look stupid!”. I swear this lack of social interaction is taking away the best of me.

P.S. Camilo, the photos are in the computer, I just have to upload them to my gallery and then I’ll post the link. Sorry I promise photos all the time and forget to post them after.

Lots of Flowers

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Busy, I’m very busy. Today is the first day of Patrice’s office “Open House” and darn… IT IS BEAUTIFUL! The front cooler is full of flowers in amazing arrangements (from roses to poms and then tropicals and Australian flowers), we have a buffet (the chocolate muffins are yum!), waiters, nice Andean music in the background and lots of customers happy to be here. That’s all I can say for now because I’m “required”, but I have some really nice photos to post later.

Tar Angel

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L’Ange de goudron (Tar Angel): Great movie. I didn’t really plan to watch it, but found myself sleepless in the middle of the night and when I turned my TV on and started the “zapping” you have to do at 1 in the morning to find something decent, it was playing on The Movie Network. I missed the first 30 minutes, but got hooked to the heartbreaking story immediately when I saw it was about Algerian immigrants wanting to become Canadian citizens (I’m a Permanent Resident applying for the Citizenship soon).

Tar Angel is the kind of movie that makes you go from one side to another in the blink of an eye. First you get angry seeing how immigrants are sometimes treated by the immigrations agents and bureaucrats, and then you start thinking how can a kid just jeopardize the well being of the family after having the possibility of a better life in a country like Canada? I started thinking “God! Are they really that cruel?” when I saw the images of the family at the immigration offices. It made me hold some respect for the hundreds of thousands of immigrants in Canada that have to go through so much shit, but then I thought the movie can also exaggerate a little to make the story more dramatic.

In any case, I liked it very much and I recommend it if you’re interested in Canuck cinema. That’s why I love The Movie Network, you get to see wonderful productions that are totally out of the $ Hollywood $ scheme, providing thought-provoking stories.

No Cussing Blog

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Much to my mother’s misery I tend to cuss a lot in real life. It’s not really that bad, but yes… I do cuss, in Spanish, English, French, whatever comes handy. In fact I only know a very little group of people who don’t cuss at all, my mom among them. I can swear on my life that I’ve never heard her saying anything bigger than “carajo“, which means something like “damn it” in Spanish (although the world “damn” is certainly not in her vocabulary). She blushes at the thought of a dirty word and can’t make herself repeat one when she’s telling a story, but she can count on me saying it so she can pass the event along. Darn cute ;)

However I haven’t reached the point where I feel comfortable using the F word openly in my weblog; sometimes I spell it like “flucking”, others I just write f*, but never complete. Why? I guess the little voice in my head tells me that some people may think less of me if they see the F word among the things I write. Silly, I know, but can’t help it. I wrote the F word yesterday and this morning I have found myself changing it for the word “freaking”. Weird little me. Guess I could use some Cuss Control or simply stop feeling bad about cuss-writing… because (almost) everybody does it ;)