Graffiti

I was perusing the Oregonian a day or two ago ( nearby daily paper) and I generally read the same segments. I skim through the front segment to get the news, then I read the "Living" area to get the funnies and so forth, and after that I generally go to the travel area -I think its impractical considering. I like to see what hot costs they have on plane tickets to places I can't bear. They generally have wonderful pictures from distant places that I can add to my rundown of future ends.

So on Sunday, after coupon-cutting, I went to the Travel area (its generally incredible on Sundays). At that point I recognized that they're having a challenge for the best travel photographs. You can submit up to five photographs in every classification: individuals of the world, places, subtle elements, and one other one I can't recall. The excellent prize is an excursion for two to Europe! Particularly, France and Germany. Presently, I don't talk either dialect, however I imagine that would be fabulous to the point that I wouldn't comprehend what to do with myself. Obviously if my impractical imagining that I could really win the challenge were to work out, I'd then need to evaluate who I would take. :)

At any rate. I have some truly incredible photographs from when I examined abroad that I think I'm going to enter. Perhaps I'll win a side prize, in the same way as a blessing endorsement to the Camera Bag.

The purpose of this story, then again, is that I was flipping through my 30-pound Ecuador scrapbook (yes, I weighed it), and I stumbled over one of my most loved pictures that I sort of pushed in the once more of my psyche.

This picture is really sort of terrible. It's of graffiti on a divider by the street. I would pass by this specific divider on the transport regular on my route to the college and it generally got my attention. It without a doubt wasn't pretty graffiti- -you know, some graffiti is really regardless of the fact that it is ruining somebody's property- -however what it said I truly adored:

I'm going to be realistic , I will fight for the impossible.

For those of you who don't talk Spanish, a general interpretation:

I'm going to be a realist, I'm going to battle for what's unimaginable.

Presently, I truly like that in light of the fact that I like to imagine that way. It's similar to stating, I know its incomprehensible, I know its most likely won't happen, however I'm going to battle for it at any rate, dammit.

What's more that is the route I like to think.

Females in Mexico

Females in Mexico are classified as per their attitudes to males, particularly during male dating years. The type of Mexican female that we would talk about is called Caprichosa (a very rude female), and you will gain some new information of these females after reading this. 

Caprichosa is essentially a rude Mexican female that dislikes everybody, even males with lots of money. A Caprichosa female is never happy no matter what. Her world is not ideal because she is worried about material goods and perfection. 

These females have their own set of rules for their body as well as their respect, but their respect is not attained to their expectations as males truly hate them. The mass of Caprichosa Mexican females turn down a lot of guys in their life span, and they are very picky on choosing their mate.

Caprichosa

Me dices que te doy amor de contrabando

que hacemos nada mas lo que me viene en gana

siempre a mi manera, mi santa voluntad

que solo te mimo ya con cuentagotas

Eres tú el capricho que no me deja vivir

mi dulce veneno

somos dos a la par, tal para cual

Caprichosa eres tu

caprichoso soy yo

mi capricho eres tu

tu capricho soy yo

Eres tú quien rompe todos mi esquemas

la que arma jaleo, siempre dando guerra

tu llama es desierto why tu mi manantial

déjame beberte entonces a mi antojo

Eres tú el capricho que no me firma la paz

mi dulce veneno

por que somos igual, tal para cual

Eres mi capricho

mi niña caprichosa

dejame quemarme

con tu amor en llamas

This is Weird

So I was surfin' the net a little bit ago, and I came across the psychic crystal ball:

http://www.buckheadshow.com/psychic.php

It's pretty weird. It worked for me every time. Are there any math whizzes out there than can explain how it works?

Is there anyone who can outsmart the crystal ball??

Pineapple Express

So global warming is tripping me out.

This weekend, the weather in Portland was downright bizarre.

On Friday night until mid-day Sunday, Portland was covered in ice. The freeways, the bridges, the roads...everything. I went outside on Saturday morning, and my car was covered in a sheath of 1/2 inch-thick ice. I couldn't open the door because it was frozen shut--not to mention the handle had its own blanket of ice.

The high temperature for the weekend was like 31 degrees.

Then on Monday it warmed up to about 35 degrees.

Then yesterday--I kid you not--it was 66 degrees. We had a 30-degree jump overnight.

The weather man is having a field day. They've been spouting off about the "Pineapple Express" for the last two days, and it's just cracking me up. They're too excited that the warm air is coming in from Hawaii.

But it's been weird. I drove home yesterday with my sunroof open. :)

Hope everyone else is having entertaining weather as I am!