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Name: Tana
Location: Colorado, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: I love to read and talk and sing and dance. I also love languages and geography.
Expertise: I speak english, hablo espanol, e falo portugues. Si usted conoces espanol, o se voce fala portugues, escriva-me. Write me if you'd like!
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
1/13/2006
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| Once again, so much has happened since I got around to writing anything, that there is too much to say to say anything. I wonder if I'm the only one that happens to. But really, all that has happened is that I've been practicing Tae Kwon Do - I really enjoy it - dimished choreagraphy, increased classes, enrolled in Portuguese class - and found out that it was meant for someone way below my level - and broke up with a boy. If I wanted, I could catch another on the rebound, but I think the one that wants to be next is exactly like the last one. I don't think I want to repeat it twice. I miss my ex. I was really enjoying having him around. And I was enjoying planning what life might be like. Next thing I know, he is insistent that we take things to the next level in order to save his rep. Sorry, but I wasn't THAT into him. And that is exactly what he said to me, too. Although, maybe I was almost. I was starting to get used to what he counted as conversation. Oh, well. I still have TKD, choreagraphy, English, Portuguese, and my hobbies. I've accomplished a bit in crochet. And I have enjoyed several good books. I LOVE reading. Besides, it is nice to have an island where the boy really wants the girl. So my life goes by in a whirl. | | |
| Just when I thought life was going slow enough to concentrate on my stories ( I do love story-telling), things happened.
First, a guy runs up to me, punches me on the corner of my jaw and steals my cell phone. I have a serious bone to pick with the crime-resolution in place to deal with these things. The cell phone company, in order to register a phone as stolen, ask "What was the last number you called and what was the amount and exact date of the amount you last had credited to your prepay phone?" As if it would be that hard to call someone and then have credit added to a phone after you stole it. And the cops ask, "What is his name?" Good grief, do you really think the thief is going to introduce himself before mugging someone?! So I had to get a new phone and a new line.
And then it was Christmas. Enough said, really; I don't know of anyone who isn't busy during Christmas and New Years. I have fun. I always do. I lead a charmed life. But it isn't often slow.
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| People often ask how we celebrate strictly american holidays like Thanksgiving. Well, we often celebrate with a Sunday lunch in family. This weekend, my brazilian brother-in-law had guard duty, and my brother's wife wasn't feeling good, so it was just us americans. Then my sister's best friend, the british missionary married to the south-korean missionary, arrived with her two sons. Also, she brought ice cream, which went perfectly with the pudding-and-chocolate-cake that my sister had made for desert. The kids played until they were worn out. I sometimes forget how stubborn my nephew can be; not that my niece is far behind him. But trying to persuade them to eat first and play later, or to have more green beans before they have ice cream, is an absolutely lost cause. In fact, my sister rolls her eyes when I try. However, it was so cute watching my nephew share his ice cream while the others were waiting for theirs. And I spent the night (after going off to church for the rest of the day). Just before I left for the teen choral practice, Pr. Euler arrived. He is brazilian, the son of a brazilian baptist missionary back in the days when the catholic church actively persecuted the protestants, and when the catholic church also controlled the schools and used them as an additional platform for persecution. He had lived in USA for 35 years when God called him back to the brazilian mission field. He opened a church here, sponsored several churches on the river, but moved back to the US last year for health and financial reasons. He has been here visiting for a couple of weeks, but this was the first time he and Dad had time to sit down and visit. Dad was beginning to worry that he didn't want to be friends anymore. So it was a good holiday. | | |
| Well, part of the problem with a blog is that, sometimes, I just have nothing to write. (The other times, it's that there is no way for my fingers to be able to keep up with what I want to say.) All of this complicated by the fact that I don't have Internet at home. Rather, I go to an Internet cafe during breaks from work. Besides that, other than what boys I have my eye on as potential romance, there isn't much to say. I work, I go to church, I stay home, I go to the library, or to my sister's house, or something similar. Leticia, Amazon, Colombia, is a fairly low-key place, and I've found a rhythm with enough variety not to bore me and enough routine to provide continuity and responsability. So, there isn't much to say. Unless I want to document how little progress I make on documents. Which I don't. So, same problem.
Except stories.
I love to read. And I have a very active imagination. So I'm always making storylines. And I don't have anyone to share them with. Guess what.
One of the most influential, personally, is Slave Bride. Every time I am tempted to see how far I can go, I review it. (Otherwise, I get into stories that should never be started, let alone furthered.) It is about a prince who is willing to sacrifice everything, even his life, to be with the girl he chose at birth. That girl, however, tends to pick up bad habits that the prince's mortal enemy uses to draw her into traps time and time again. The prince comes after her, and thankfully, so far, the enslaved bride realises her mistake and returns to her true love.
One that should be that influential, but lacks some development, is Fictasia. It is about a young boy who learns that he is intended to be ruler of a parallel universe, filled with magic that tells story upon story. In fact, everything is built of stories. And the boy is very, very good at building in Fictasia. With the help of Curi-iger, there are very few bricks that he hasn't included into his palace in one way or another. However, he belatedly discovers that there should be some limits, and that there are consecuences, when creatures that were locked in some blocks proceed to chase him around in real life, and when he, physically, is becoming sickly as a result of not caring enough about his well-being when it interfered with building in Fictacia.
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| I just graduated from a Christian course; well, another. One thing that really is important is dedication. I did get thru the 3 years. Now, I'm trying to apply more dedication to the other tasks. | | |
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