As seen on Facebook the Mona Lisa of Hangovers is shown below (it must be Friday) but what makes a hangover really hurt? It’s dehydration mostly that takes a toll on you when your drinking alcohol, duh, but the unknown killer in an alcohol hangover is BETA-G.   These are the **Suckers that really cause you the pain and suffering by impeding your body’s natural ability to break down toxins.  Alcohol toxins stay in your body for long periods of time and do damage to your cells while you sleep, creating the “I don’t want to be alive” feeling in the morning.  Let me be the first to say, we all have experienced with a really bad hangover and wish we had GTOX the Hangover Blocker sooner in our lives.  For more info on Beta-G’s and the harm they do check out this link…

http://gtoxnow.com/science-behind-gtox.html

THE MONA LISA OF HANGOVERS… Ouch

- THIS MESSAGE BROUGHT TO YOU BY GTOX the HANGOVER BLOCKER (that blocks the BETA-G’s too by the way)

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Pérola do dia :

E antes que alguém me pergunte : o rosto é de Mona Lisa, não da GaGa. É uma brincadeira entre o “Poker Facear” e o sorriso misterioso da pintura.

Essa Augusta viu…

Letícia

Crônica de uma viagem a Paris com meus enteados:

Dom Nuno, Madrasta, Dom André

Os príncipes herdeiros do ducado de Almada, Dom André Filipe Serafim, o primogénito, e Dom Nuno Miguel Serafim, estiveram a desfilar sua corte pelos principais monumentos da Cidade Luz, do dia 15 a 19 de Julho de 2009. Sua comitiva era formada pelo Bufão, que atende pelo nome de Pai, e pela sua ama, que tem o estatuto de madrasta, mas foi galardoada com mais um, durante a viagem: a de guia turístico, cuja tarefa era levá-los sempre pelos melhores caminhos. O sr. Pai tinha a obrigação de carregar os pertences dos príncipes, fazer os pagamentos, servir de intérprete em diversas ocasiões e de registar os passos da realeza. Após o desembarque em Paris, os visitantes seguiram para o Museu do Louvre, a fim de ver o retrato de uma tia antiga: a Srª Dª Mona Lisa, cuja imagem é aclamada por reis, rainhas e súbditos do mundo todo, após ter sido vítima da primeira paralisia facial que a humanidade tem notícia e que lhe deixou como mazela um sorriso incógnito em seu semblante. Consternados pela velocidade da visita à parente querida e famosa e por ter conhecido outros seres esdrúxulos daquela mansão (hermafroditas, mulher sem braços, conhecida como Vénus de Milos e outros mais), os pós-infantes seguiram em direcção aos Jardins das Tuilleries, caminharam um pouco pela Rue de Rivoli e depois refastelarem-se num restaurante nas proximidades do hotel para jantar, antes de irem para seus aposentos reais descansar para os passeios do dia seguinte. O príncipe André, mesmo em passeio de férias e

Sr. Pai, entre D. Andre e D. Nuno

para a ampliação de seus horizontes e conhecimento de novas fronteiras, importante para seu futuro como administrador do ducado, não largava as suas obrigações de manter informado o órgão responsável pela infância e juventude de seu reino (MAE – Ministério do Amor e Espera) e os fieis escudeiros de seus mínimos movimentos, através dos modernos aparelhos que emitem mensagens de SOS e de SMS. Como amante de seu país, levou consigo, durante toda a estadia na capital do Reino de França, músicas que faziam ressaltar de sotaque português aqueles caminhos tão parisienses. Ou seja, carregou consigo sempre, ligados através de fios, que mais o deixavam com aparência de um homem eléctrico, todos os seus amigos e a sua cultura pendurada em seus ouvidos e acessíveis ao simples toque de seus dedos. Com tantos afazeres, algumas vezes se desconcentrou dos pormenores que envolviam as burocracias dos transportes e fez parar a comitiva em seu auxílio. O segundo dia foi marcado por encontros reais na Torre Eiffel, Arco do Triunfo, na Avenida Champs Elysses e uma rápida aula de arte e sexologia pelas praças e ruas de Montmartre.

D. André em atividade e D. Nuno com cara-de-poucos-amigos

Enquanto seguia em silêncio os caminhos desenhados pela madrasta e pelo Sr. Pai, e fingia poses de não perceber a presença dos paparazzis, o seu irmão mais novo, o infante Nuno, dava sua opinião sobre tudo e reclamava constantemente da presença de fotógrafos em seu  caminho, presenteado-os sempre com retratos com cara-de-poucos-amigos. O terceiro dia foi marcado por exercícios que testavam suas reacções emotivas diante do perigo e debaixo de uma forte chuva, nos parques da Disney e castelo da Bela Adormecida, onde Dom Nuno passou com nota máxima. Em âmbito geral, tudo correu dentro da mais perfeita ordem e espera-se que mais oportunidades dessas possam ser uma realidade.

Today the only thing on my agenda was The Louvre as on yesterday’s tour the girl told us that if you spent 30 seconds looking at every piece without a break (apart from when it’s closed) it would take you over a month to see everything, crikey. I spent around 3 and a half hours there quite happily and if I’d have got there earlier I’d have spent longer.

Once I’d seen The Mona Lisa (which is what today’s blog title is a reference to, just in case you suspected it was to Bo Didley’s ‘I Need You Baby – Mona’ covered with some sucess by Craig McLachlan amongst others) and The Venus de Milo it was just a case of wandering around aimlessly and seeing what treats I came across.

The place is huge, I never walked in the same room twice. Well worth the €9 entry fee (though once again it would have been free with my student card if I was but a year younger). I definetely want to return for a longer look at a later date.

In fact I haven’t seen a quarter of what I wanted to. There’s at least another 3 museums I want to see and plenty of other sights besides that I haven’t had a proper look at. Paris is high up on my return to list.

I did intend for this post (as well as yesterday’s which I’ve only just had a chance to edit and upload) to be more detailed but as I’m doing most of it on my phone and it’s half 2 in the morning so it shall not be. I did some of it on the PCs here before but they are painfully slow and at €3 for an hour (most of it spent waiting for pages to load), a rip-off (as is the food and drink at this hostel). Also there was an annoying man next to me alternating between dreadful humming and a little girly snivel. Roll on netbook.

So this is the last night of this particular trip. I can’t figure out if it’s gone quickly or slowly, a bit of both perhaps. Which would surely mean that it’s actually run at your bog standard and traditional 60 seconds a minute, 60 minutes an hour, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week time etc. time, no?).

“Jeg kan se det
på øynene dine at du liker
blues. Slike

øyne. Slike
mennesker. Jeg kan se det
på øynene dine
at du liker blues.”

((klikk her for å komme til forsiden av “terskler”))

No “The Rocks Aroma Festival“, em Sydney (Austrália), foi feito um painel que imita o quadro da Mona Lisa.

O interessante é que eles reproduziram o quadro usando copos de café, leite e a mistura dos dois.
Foram utilizados 3.604 copos de café e 564 litros de leite. O trabalho foi feito por 8 pessoas e terminou depois de 3 horas.

Adorei!!!

Achei aqui.

What is the most famous smile in the world?  Only one comes to mind–the Mona Lisa.  I think it’s reasonably fair to assume that most people know what this painting looks like, but no one really knows the story behind it.  Leonardo da Vinci never put a date or name on this painting, so much of what we know about the piece is pure speculation.  In Donna Jo Napoli’s The Smile, speculation goes a step further.  Napoli takes what she knows about the history of Florence, Italy, and interweaves these events into an entirely plausible story about the girl who was the inspiration/model for one of the most renowned paintings the world has ever seen.

Elisabetta is a young girl of noble birth growing up in Florence, Italy.  She knows that she will one day be betrothed to one of the nobles in the city.  Her greatest hope is to marry a young man she truly loves.  One day, a friend of her father’s, local artist and inventor Leonardo da Vinci, introduces Elisabetta to young Giuliano de Medici, a son of the most powerful family in Florence, and she feels that she has at last found the love of her life.  Giuliano calls her Monna Lisa and professes his love for her.  Fate, though, can be cruel, and a series of events take place that seem to conspire to keep these two young people apart.  The Medici family is soon reviled in Florence and is exiled. 

Elisabetta does not know how to cope in this new and terrifying world.  War threatens constantly.  She rarely hears from Giuliano, and she does not where to turn.  Is their love doomed before it even has a chance to begin?  How can she keep her smile, the thing Giuliano first loved about her, when the life she knew seems to be crumbling before her eyes?  Read Donna Jo Napoli’s The Smile to find out what could have happened to the girl behind the world’s most famous smile.

I truly enjoyed this book, especially since I was able to see the da Vinci exhibit at the High Museum in Atlanta just last week.  As I was reading, I was able to say to myself, “I’ve seen those pieces,” when the characters were talking about da Vinci’s sketches of horses or other figures.  Although I’ve never actually seen the Mona Lisa, I would love to someday.   I would also like to visit Florence to really experience the city in which most of this book’s events take place. 

I think The Smile would be an excellent book for any reader interested in art and the possible stories behind the masterpieces.

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

he used to
sing ‘Mona Lisa’
to me
in the halls

he was an art teacher
a gentle, creative force
he liked sitting with us
playing

Cat Stevens records
with his

students

he was struck by
lightening

while flying

a kite

he died
young

but

still sent

his message

of freedom

through.

“Or is this the way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought
To your doorstep
They just lie there
And they die there
Are you warm are you real
Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely
Lovely
Work of art?

Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa”

Songwriters
Jay Livingston
Ray Evans

© 1950

L. K. Thayer

All Rights Reserved

© 2009

Mona Lisa is an Underground DIVA.  Decided to post this interview to show her some support and help get her name out there although I don’t know much about her.

Jean Michel Basquiat

Mona Lisa 1983

Jean-Michel Basquiat (December 22, 1960 – August 12, 1988) was an American artist and the first African-American painter to become an international art star. He gained popularity first as a graffiti artist in New York City, and then as a successful 1980s-era Neo-expressionist artist. Basquiat’s paintings continue to influence modern-day artists and sell for high prices.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Michel_Basquiat

Fiesa International Sand Sculpture Festival recently wrapped up on the beaches of Pera, Algarve in Portugal.    Take a look at these amazin’ sculptures these people created!    The theme was Hollywood, so these were movie based:

::The Simpsons::

::Spidey::

::Batman::

::Star Wars::

::The Mona Lisa (again!)::

::Jabba Tha Hut::

 THIS IS SAND, FOLKS!!  SAND! 

I’m impressed…*

Det är faktiskt sant….jag har en alldeles egen MONA LISA jag hittade henne i ett sop-rum för många år sedan …..hon pryder min vägg i all sin glans, personen som målat motivet måtte vara en Da Vinci specialist…..för den ser precis ut som originalet men lite större….eller är den det?

Dagen har varit regning och blöt, en hel del vind……så det blev som vanligt kortisar med Beppe….han gillar verkligen inte dåligt väder……men jag vet att han älskar snö…..så vi får väl ta och se fram emot det…..

Min DOWN-period håller i sig…….jättejobbigt!!!!!Gråter mycket och har ångest mest hela tiden, jag vet inte hur jag skall vända mig…..hit och dit går tankarna hela tiden,hjärnan får ingen ro…….vilket innebär att min sömn blir störd hela tiden…….Kanske låter detta liv lite ovisst!!! Ja så är det…….men måste lära sig tecknen på upp och ner……för inget utav dem är bra……man skall vara lagom…ETT FÖRBANNAT JÄKLA ORD…….Jag har aldrig varit lagom…..hur skall jag kunna bli det nu…..skall jag kunna trivas med att vara lagom?…..Det vet é tusan men jag får vara den lydiga flickan och se va de lyckas med……och lyckas de inte……ja då vet man inte alls, eller hur?

Är på den lata sidan idag……jag gjorde 2 lsagne igår så vi äter nummer 2 idag……..killarna jublar, för de kan aldrig få för mycket lasagne…….tacksamt

Klösan

Coffee Mona Lisa -

http://www.walyou.com/blog/2009/11/16/mona-lisa-painting-coffee-cups/

Awesome! Wonderstruck regarding the detailing needed for this creative project.

(This was tweeted by Amitvarma, who blogs at India Uncut)

Artist assistants stand next to 3,604 cups of coffee which have been made into a giant Mona Lisa in Sydney, Australia . The 3,604 cups of coffee were each filled with different amounts of milk to create the different shades! Those Aussies sure do know how to have fun (as I know from personal experience.) 

Another fun-loving, art-loving, puzzle-loving person is Shouts from the Abyss (despite his grim name), who posts some of his pixel puzzles.  To find them, click on pixels in his tags on his blog (on my blogroll).  Here’s one of his puzzles. They get harder, but I thought I’d start you out easy.

(Except without that whole being executed for treason under the guillotine thing.  I bet that kinda sucked.)

Wow.  Amazing.  That is all I can say to describe this past weekend in Paris.  Paris is a city which affects me more than any other city that I have been to and I could never really articulate why… It is just a feeling and each time I come here (this was my 3rd visit) I have a completely new experience, regardless of whether it is my first or my third visit to the sight.  This weekend was a very special weekend because I was able to meet up with one of my best friends Alison, currently studying abroad in Barcelona, and introduce her to this wonderful city.  Sadly, as I write this post she is already on her way to the airport (I still have an hour wait or so before I jet back off to “reality”).  As I sit here I can feel my body giving into the exhaustion of a weekend of non-stop walking, eating, gawking, and just pure glee and excitement.  I hope that I can make it on and off the plane… (However, if I don’t I would be happy to eat beans and live in a cardboard box here.  I am sure even their beans are doused in butter!)

Yesterday was really our only full day together to sight-see so we decided to make the most of it even if it killed us, our joints, and our shoes.  Started our morning at the Louvre, made a bee-line for the Mona Lisa, wandered around a bit but decided that as guilty as we felt the Louvre, with it’s sheer gargantuan size was overwhelming and we would just have to come to Paris to do it justice!  St. Chapelle and Notre Dame were just as hauntingly beautiful as I remembered with the stained glass and dark stone that takes me right back to the middle ages.  (Yes, of course I remember it.)  We even got to sit in on a Mass!  Lunch was delectable with pumpkin soup, salmon, and ratatouille in a little café with low ceilings off of the Seine and then we started our biggest trek of the day through the Tuilleries, down the Champs-Elysée and up to the Arc de Triomphe.  Apparently driving there is so dangerous that if you get in an accident your insurance is void!  Our last stop of the day was the Eiffel tower, which while impressive during the day was a million times more amazing at night all lit up and sparkly.

Today, mindful of our time constraints we headed off to Musée d’Orsay, enjoyed the beautiful architecture of the former train station, the Van Gogh, Rodin, and Impressionists inside (among many others!).  Our last stop was the Garnier Opera house, which I had never been inside before and it made me wish that we had had more time to actually go and experience an opera or ballet production there…Oh well!  We have already started planning our next visit so it will definitely have to be on the list!

For those of you planning on visiting Paris here is a helpful article written by a traveler looking through the eyes of the 18-19th century:

http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/11/22/travel/22Grimod.html?pagewanted=3&sq=paris%20travel&st=cse&scp=1

I knew there was a reason I’ve studied the French Revolution four times…

p.s.  We should all thank Miss Alison for commandeering my camera and providing the pictures to accompany this post!

talk about digital art – this is the real deal! a mother board Mona Lisa in the lobby of the Asus Headquaters… crazy!

[via]

In writer-director Neil Jordan’s haunting film, Mona Lisa, an uncommonly moral small-time hood is forced to reconcile his life with the all-too-common immorality of the big-time underworld. It is a convincing, delicately drawn crime-world story.

Movie Review – Mona Lisa (1986)
By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=David_Wisehart]David Wisehart

Hollywood is in love with the small-time hood. Perhaps the industry is only looking after its own, but regardless of motives the crime milieu has been home to films running the gamut from the superb to superficial, from sublime to sordid.

In writer-director Neil Jordan’s haunting film, Mona Lisa, an uncommonly moral small-time hood is forced to reconcile his life with the all-too-common immorality of the big-time underworld. It is a convincing, delicately drawn crime-world story – and, it should be noted, it hails not from the jungles of Hollywood but from George Harrison and Denis O’Brien’s independent production company HandMade Films, which has been responsible for more than its share of quality films.

Bob Hoskins (The Long Good Friday, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Nixon) is George, an ex-con returning to the working-class London streets of his youth after serving seven years in prison. His wife won’t have anything to do with him, so he turns instead to his old buddy Thomas (Robbie Coltrane), who is fond of spaghetti art and detective stories, and to his old boss Mortwell (Michael Caine), who hires George to chauffeur one of his call girls, Simone (Cathy Tyson).

As George drives Simone to an endless series of midnight rendezvous, he becomes increasingly involved in the world of prostitution and pornography – and increasingly involved with Simone. When Simone asks George to find an old friend of hers, Cathy (Katie Hardie), a 15-year-old prostitute still on the streets, George descends into the dark inner belly of London like Dante descending through the concentric circles of Hell, where his deeply ingrained sense of personal morality will be attacked from all sides.

The true triumph of Mona Lisa lies in Bob Hoskins’ excellent portrait of the petty criminal George, who must keep his feet wet in the waters of the underworld in order to stay alive, but very nearly drowns in the process. It is the best role of his admirable career, a role for which he earned an Academy Award nomination and deservedly received the Best Actor award at the Cannes Film Festival.

Neil Jordan (The Company of Wolves, The Crying Game, Interview with the Vampire) coaxes convincing performances from the remainder of his cast, as well. Michael Caine is simply sinister as the epitome of evil, Cathy Tyson (niece of actress Cicely Tyson) makes an admirable debut, and Robbie Coltrane is perfectly off-beat as the only stabilizing force in George’s life.

Jordan frames his film, beginning and end, with Nat King Cole’s enduring classic, “Mona Lisa.” And it is in Cole’s lush vocals that this film finds its meaning: “Are you warm? Are you real, Mona Lisa? / Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?”

Mona Lisa may, at times, seem cold and lonely. But it is also a work of art.

David Wisehart is the editor of The Wisehart Review – movies, books, and more! Visit http://www.wisehartreview.com/

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mona lisa smile..

masyadong masalimuot ang mga pangyayari, to the point na ngayon lang ulit ako nakapagsulat at medyo nawalan ng ginagawa..

at dahil nga sa very haggard at strenuous ang mga pinaggagagawa ko in the past few days,( ai, maraming few un..haha..), pabayaan niyo naman ulit akong kumanta sa harap niyo..

oh? bakit? hindi po ako sintonado..actually, parang lamang ako ng kaunting hasa sa isang lata..hehe..biro lang..kung alam niyo..sabaya na lang sa agos ha?

game..

(hmmm..medyo singit-singit po ng mga story ha..para feel..^_^ hmmm..)

“You’re my piece of mind, in this crazy world

You’re everything I’ve tried to find, your love is a pearl…”

hmmm..siya lang at walang iba..marami akong pinagdaanan, marami rin akong nakilala..at sa dami kong naranasan, siguro, masasabi kong siya pa lang ang mismong mismong bonggang-bonggang true love ko..(yes, exaggerated dapat..)..hmmm..bakit? kung ating bubuksan ang mahiwagang baul ng aking pagkabata, first crush? first love interest? first love? hmm, magandang tanong iyan..isa lang masasabi ko, it’s just a very puppy love..so di ko icoconsider na first love ang mga iyon..at sa mga sumunod, naglaro po ako..magalit na ang mga babae na nagbabasa nito pero, just here my reason: naglaro to the point na hindi ko alam ang dapat gawin..nagkakagusto, nagkakacrush..naaattract kung kani-kanino, may mga times pa na bumabalik na ang karma..haaay..siguro, dadating din ang time na ako naman angdadalihin noong bagay na iyon pero di ako takot na harapin dahil kung hindi talaga ako matututo sa mga bagay na pinagdadaanan ko, baka paglaki ko ay isa na akong blogerong masama..at puro katarantaduhan ang ituturo ko sa inyo..anyway, back to the topic.,.ang aking pag-ibig..sabi sa linya ng kanta, ayan din ang masasabi ko sa inyo..haaay..tuwing nakikita ko siya, para bang katulad ako ni jericho sa commercial ng shampoo noong bumagsak siya sa sofa..^_^..at sa pangalawang linya naman? hmm, matagal ko ding hinintay ang pagkakataong ito na makita’t makilala ko siya kahit hindi ko pa sigurado ay “i grabbed the opportunity” dahil, malay natin, siya na talaga..sa tuwing naiisip ko siya, parang kinikiliti ang mga daliri ko sa paa ng mga buhok ko sa ulo..ganon ako kiligin..^_^

“You’re my Mona Lisa…”

i just wanna emphasize this thing..hindi naman halata..haha..hmm..pag sinabing mona lisa sa lugar ni leonardo da vinci, siyempre ibig sabihin ay maganda at kialala sa kanila..gawa niya iyon eh..at isa ang kagandahan ng isang babae na pinahahalagahan at pinepreserve nila dahil tradisyon na nila iyon..isama mo na din ang mga sculptor na si Michaelangelo, Raphael at Donatello..oh ayan, mat ninja turtles ka na..hehe..hey, it’s a trivia, doon po kinuha ang mga name nila..^_^..ai, ano ba itong kuinukwento ko, balik ulit sa tpoci ko..ang aking pag-ibig..basta, siya ang MONA LISA ko, siya lang at walang iba..at kahit maubos ang kilay niya dahil sa kakacompare ko kay mona lisa sa mukha niya, siya pa din at walang iba..^_^

“You’re my rainbow skies

And my only prayer is that you realize

You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes…”

hmmm..at pag maghahanap ako ng silay sa aking pagpasok sa umaga, lalo na pag umuulan, hindi ko na kailangang maghanap ng bahaghari, andun na siya eh..hmm..maraming problema, katulad ng mga naisulat ko na dito, expectations, failures at kung anu-ano pang hardships ang napagdaan ko, at maniwala man si pres. barack HUSSEIN obama o sa hindi, palagi ko siyang pinagdadasal..na sana, siya na nga..palagi akong lumalapit kay BRO, kahit wala si santino, dahil lahat naman tayo ay libreng tumwag sa kanya noh, kahit nakared mobile ka man o hindi, andiyan pa rin siya, naghihintay lang ng tawag mo..pinagdadasal ko sa kanya na sana, mapanatili ko ang nararamdaman ko, ang pag-ibig ko..sa kanya ko naramdaman ang mga bagay na hindi pa abot ng aking pang-unawa..at sino makakapagsabi sa aking pag nasa gitan niyo si BRO, ay hindi kayo magtatagal? ^_^

“The world will turn

And the seasons will change

And all the lessons we will learn

Will be beautiful and strange…”

ang isa sa pinakiinis kong bagay ay ang oras, una, dahil palagi akong nalalate na ayaw kong mangyari, pangalawa, hindi ko na mababalik ang mga oras na nasayang..kung ako na lang sana si superman edi inikutan ko na ang earth at pinaikot pabalik pero hindi eh, im just simply eagleman..^_^..at bakit gusto kong ibalik ang oras na nasayang? marami akong regrets ngayon..bago ako nagsulat ay umiiyak ako..hindi ko mapigilan..sobrang depressed ako dahil sa mga bagay na sana ay makakamit ko na nagyon..ang mga teachers at mga magulang ko, disappointed, pero tanong ko lang, ang pagiging valedictorian ba ay sign ng pagiging magaling at matalinong tao? hindi, hinding-hindi, dahil ito lang ay isang karangalan..at ang nabuo sa isipan ko ay isa lang..ang karangalan na magkaroon ng isang natatanging pag-ibig at galing pa sa BRO ko..tingnan mo, pinarangalan niya ko sa mga bagay na ginawa kong mabuti..isipin mo na lang , palagi ka niyang sinasagot, minasn lang ay sinasagot ka lang niya ng”NO COMMENT” o “NO” dahil hindi pa time at may mas maganda pang bagay na matatamo mo..at iyon nga, sa dami ng pinagdaaanang prioblema ko, hanggang ngayon, nakakapit pa rin ako sa kaisa-isa kong pag-ibig..ayan, natututo kami ng mga bagay na magpapatatag sa amin..at ang mga bagay na iyon? beautiful dahil mas marami kang matututunan kung ano talaga ang buhay at masasabi mong, mas nagiging tao ka..wala akong sinasabing hayop ka dati..at strange? dahil ibang kaalamn iyon, bago..especially sa mga batang katulad namin..experiences aren’t big things..but, they are millions of little things..^_^

“We’ll have our fell of tears

Our share of sight

My only prayer is that you realize

You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes…”

iyong dalawang line na lang ang ihahambing ko sa buhay ni kurikong, ay ni sarimau pala..iyon oh, may tears..lalo akong naiiyak sa mga line sna iyan..pero, kanina iyon..ang mag lalaki ay hindi pwedeng umiyak? hindi po totoo iyon..wag kayong makikinig sa mga hearsay..talaga lang may pakpak ang balita at may tainga ang lupa..pero, ang mga lalaki, dahil sa kinikimkim nila ang galit at lungkot sa dibdib nila ay mas maaga silang namamatay..siyempre, stressed ang katawan, puso, isip at pati utak mo..total destruction ng iyong bodily parts..sabog ang ulirat mo..pero, pag natuto kayong yumiyak kahit minsan, huwag lang sa babae, basta sa mga problema, mas magiging magaan ang pakiramdam niyo..bading? hindi, may rule ba ang mga bading na kapag ang mga lalaki ay bading na? sa kanila mo tanungin, ok lang iyon..we are just equal..at kahit ano pa mang kasarian, kahit sino, pwedeng gawin ang mga bagay na gusto niya..remember: we have our own rights and privileges..medyo nalalayo, haha..basta, ang masasabi ko lang, sa tuwing kasam ko siya at mabigat ang pakiramdam ko, i want to cry in front of her..di lang talaga lumalabas dahil sa pagiging wrong timing pero i crave to do that..at, isa pa, isa sa pinaka-kilig moments ay ang mga mata niya..para bang masasabi ko ang kataga ni badoodles na “see the world through my eyes..” but in this case, in her eyes..^_^

“You will always be beautiful in my eyes
And the passing years will show
That you will always grow
Ever more beautiful in my eyes…”

ehem..ehem..just feel the song muna, mahirap kumanta habang nagkukwento noh..^_^..

“And there are lines upon my face
From a life time of smiles
When the time comes to embrace
For one long last wine…”

haaay..lumulungkot lalo ang lyrics ah..haaay..yes, ther are line upon my face, and this are tears again..may mga oras na nasasaktan din ko, hindi ko alam kung bakit..may mag bagay na hindi ko matake..bukod sa mga selos na nararamdaman ng mga kabataan, basta, walang kulay ang nararamdaman mo kapag hindi mo ito nararamdaman..just think of it as a painting..makulay ang pag-ibig mo pero, kung hindi mo siya hahaluan ng kaunting tubig para magawa ang mga desired na kulay na gusto mo, never mong magagawa ang masterpiece na iyon..tulad ng lapis, may pambura..may ups and downs tulad ng gulong, basta may pros and cons, it is just the reality of life..^_^..long time of smiles..hmm..sobrang dami ng memories na kapag pinagdugtung-dugtong mo ang mga oras at panahon na nakangiti kami at nakatingin sa isa’t isa, hmm, baka mangalay na ang aming mga panga at magaya sa nangyari sa babae sa pelikulang MIRRORS..XD..embrace? that’s my yamashita..oh kaya naman national ko din iyon..yamashita and national treasure..(para wala ng makalampas sa kahalagahan..^_^)..wine? sarap noon..^_^

“We can laugh about how time really flies

We won’t say goodbye…”

sobrang kaunti na lang ang oras ng aming “pagsasama” talaga..siyempre, college life ang next stage ni mario ngayon..pero gaya ni mario, hindi ako titigil hanggang makarating ako sa huli at masave ang prinsesa ko..(mukhang palaka nga lang..)..my frog princess..hehe..at gaya ni mario, it’s just a matter of 1ups..alam niyo iyon? iyong puso? sa akin, it means love..mas maraming love sa iisang tao, o, mas mamahalin ko pa, mas titibay ang pag-ibig na pinanghahawakan sa buhay..oo, kasama ko din ang mga kaibigang nagaala-luigi at yoshi at isama pa iyong mukang mushroom..magagawa ko ito , sa tulong nila..wait for mr, my princess..^_^..we won’t say goodbye..we will not say die..you will always be my apple pie..^_^

“Cause true love never dies

You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes…”

waaaah..sasapakin ko ang hindi um-agree dito..tsitsinelasin ko kaya ng aking sapataos..ay, sasapatusin ko pala kayo ng tsinelas, wala akong pambili ng sapataos noh, tsinelas na lang..true love..uhm ,can you please define it for me? WALANG MAKAPAGSASABI SA KIN NIYAN KUNG HINDI SI BRO..kaya basta kung feel mo, iyon iyon..basta tanong mo lang kay BRO..ako, kay BRO kasi siya nanggaling eh..kaya, im confodent..^_^..basta, mahal ko siya..tapos..^_^

“You will always be beautiful in my eyes

And The passing years will show

That you will always grow

Ever more beautiful in my eyes…”

mas minamahal ko pa siya sa tagal ng panahon..parang tanduay, habang tumatagal, lalong sumasarap..basta, mahirap ipaliwanag ang mga nararamdaman ng isang tao pag umiibig..just think of the quotes: “love conquers all..”,”love is undefined..”, at para sa akin? ” love is..siya..”

“The passing years will show

That you will always grow

Ever more beautiful in my eyes…”

basta, patuloy kitang mamahalin hanggang bukas..hindi forver and appropriate dahil hindi natutupad eh..bukas, bakit? natatapos ba ang bukas? basta, mamahalin ko ang mansanas na iyon hanggang sa mahinog , mabulok o malunok na nga taong kakain..^_^

“ayan, repeat chorus na lang at ang last three lines..”

haaay..natpos na ang kanta..pero, kailan man, ang mga himig ng pag-big na inilagay sa kanta ng aking pagmamahal ay mahirap mabura dahil nasa puso na ng kumakanta..

maraming salamat sa maga nakinig at nagbasa ito..

at sa pinakahuling mensahe, ay iaalay ko sa walang iba kundi kay gellie nadua..

“hmm..maraming salamat sa lahat, sa lahat-lahat..sa mga oras na wala ako, hayaan mo’t magdo-double time ako sa duty ko sayo..sa oras na balewala ka, hmm, babaguhin ko ang word na iyon, gagawin kong balemeron..^_^..at, seryoso na, sa mga oras na magkasam tayo, masaya man, malungkot, malikot, madilim, maliwanag, mainit, malamig, corny, boring, baduy, jologs, maganda ka pa rin sa mga mata ko..”

“

you will always be beautiful in my eyes..

Lillebror har stusset hanekammen, her leker han Sid Vicious.

Vi var på Mona Lisa for å spise Pizza før vi henta stefar på flyplassen. Jeg og Bror hadde grimase konkurranse.

Bror er ikke så glad i å bli erta

Bror og Lillebror

mummy and me!

Pizza!!

etter middag på Mona Lisa, var det opp på hybelen til lillebror før vi drog på flyplassen og henta stefar som har vært på sjøen i fire uker nå. det var kjempe koslig å se han igjen, men jeg glemte så klart å ta bilde, er det ikke typisk?

I am in love with Paris.

The culture, the tourist attractions, the food—everything was amazing.

My roommate at Baylor is working for an airline company this summer and along with the job come flight privileges, so she flew over to meet me in Paris because its only about 4 hours from Maastricht. It was chilly, which was something to get used to. I have never worn long sleeves and a scarf before in June. But we still had an absolutely great weekend!

We arrived in Paris on Friday morning and that afternoon headed out to the Champs Élysees, one of the most famous streets in the world, where at one end there is the Arc d’Triomphe and at the other, the Louvre Museum. I have heard it called the most beautiful avenue in the world, and believe it is also the most expensive slot of real estate in Europe. There are tons of expensive shops along this street and it was just a fun atmosphere. Gorgeous trees line either side of the street, and as I was walking down it I thought that I could see myself living here. Not that I could afford anything in any of those shops, but it’s fun to imagine! I would love to see it all lit up at night.

We finally reached the Arc, which was enormous. It is meant to honor French soldiers who fought for Napoleon. Then we headed back down the long street to the Louvre at the other end. Talk about something massive. I’d always heard that it was, but I just had no concept of how huge it really is. You could probably spend a week in that museum. We found the Mona Lisa first, and something I found amusing was that so many people were gathered around to see it, and it is probably one of the most well-known in the Louvre, yet it is so small in comparison to the dozens of other grand paintings surrounding it in the room and in the rest of the museum. The amount of artwork in this place is just baffling.

I find it amazing that through the years, art tells generation after generation the story of life as it was back then. The same goes for literature and how it shapes our views of the world. It’s our legacy; it’s everything we are. I hope that I can create something one day, be it through words or another form of expression, that will withstand the test of time.

After that we headed to the Eiffel Tower, which I love, no matter how cliché it may be. From a distance you see it and think it looks cool, but it’s like you don’t fully grasp how massive it is until you get up close to it, and by the time you get underneath it, you’re just overwhelmed. We were standing right underneath it as the sun set and the lights came on, which was gorgeous. We went up to the second level and took pictures. This is definitely the city of love. The lights below are unbelievable; the beauty is simply never-ending.

The next day we saw two extremely impressive cathedrals: The Sacre Coeur and Notre Dame. The Sacre Coeur sits on top of the highest point in the city at Montemart. A violinist stood on the steps and played beautiful music as we gazed into the distance at the city below. It was a cloudy day, but the Parisian landscape below was still gorgeous. After we toured the church we walked around to the booths set up outside and had some of the most amazing strawberries and cream I have ever tasted.

Notre Dame was equally as impressive. Sitting in both of those churches, I thought back to St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome and just realized how much history there is to the Catholic faith and how much of it is apparent in Europe. These cities literally hold the keys to the past and thus, the keys to the future. As I sat there, I kept thinking about how nothing in America could even compare to this. 

We had an interesting experience after we ate dinner and were walking back towards Notre Dame. There were hundreds of people gathering on side streets, so we asked a police officer what was going on.

“Barack Obama,” he said, ever so calmly.

 We clarified that he actually meant the president of the United States, and then walked around to see if we could get a better view of the cathedral. Lots of French people were excited for his arrival, which kind of surprised me. One French woman asked me what was going on and when I told her, her face absolutely lit up.

We stood around for about an hour as helicopters circled overhead and police cars drove round and round and finally saw a long line of cars pull up. We never saw him go in, but awhile later we noticed people on top of the Cathedral and recognized Michelle and the kids. Sam’s camera has a great zoom on it so we were snapping away and finally saw them wave, and the crowd erupted in applause. So we ran into the Obama’s in Paris without even intending to!

So Paris was a success. I love the city, and experiencing it for the first time with my best friend was definitely a memory I am grateful for and will always cherish. It still feels kind of surreal to know that we spent the weekend in Paris together!

There is just something about being in Europe that gives me a constant thirst for more knowledge, an intense desire to always know more. I think sometimes in college it is easy to just fall into a routine of taking the classes you have to take for your degree plan and learning the material for the tests instead of for the sake of learning. Knowledge is infinite, joy is infinite, and I hope to find both of those things this summer.