Writing in day – pt1

What if

“What if it haven’t been this way? What if those three years past by, my dad had stayed in Portugal and I couldn’t go to college? What would have been? Nobody hires a woman without experience, without qualifications! If only they wouldn’t look only for the CV….
I have so much to give, so much to surprise. The opportunity,  that one, never comes. Maybe I could get to work and find a client here, a client there and create my own business, but my family is my competition too, already with experience in the area. I would never be better than my brother!
For much qualities, motivation and ambition that I have… The fear of not pleasing or not achieving hit me like an arrow and make me stop. Then comes the laziness, the waiting for something good to happen without afford, or other way to escape the reality of a country without room for dreams, without future the young, employment for no one. Would I had emigrated? And if so, where? A near place where the difference of cultures wouldn’t be bothering and I could have wings for my imagination. Spain! Next door! What would I have done? I don’t know, but I would have taken my lover with me so we could both have a life of our own and a future. We would always have hope we could get back to the place that saw us grow, where love was born. The will of studying would most probably come back and I would go to college anyways to take the degree that I love and there would be no regrets nor bitterness.
A destiny never has one way, till there we should always have our bags ready for adventure and get out wiser. Since I have someone by my side to support me, I would never give up. There will be always a “what if” and the story will repeat itself till the road come to its end, but never my time….”

My name is Daniella and I… kick and bite

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Gift Ideas

Everybody knows, when it’s time to gift someone, how hard it is to pick someone to offer. Even if we know what’s the person’s style, interests, there are always other problems like: price being too high, or the person already having those stuff. In my case I find hard to gift someone who already has everything they need/want. So I came up with home ideas that will always work for everyone. It’s simple things that will show people that you care.

The easiest way to gift someone you LOVE, the ultimate thing he/she WANTS is if they have a Shoppicks or Amazon account.

Shoppicks

If you don’t know what Shoppicks is, it’s a browser’s extension that allows you to drag images of what you want to buy from whatever online shop, into a collection. So, the person who uses it, can keep track of the price changes, their shopping list, their wishlist. The other nice thing about it, is that people can share their collections with whom they want. So, if your loved one has a shoppicks’ account, ask them to share them with you to have some ideas to gift.

Amazon

The best place to buy everything online. If your loved one as a wishlist on Amazon, ask them if they could share it with you. You’ll always keep track on their wishes.

Premium App

Even if the person don’t uses the app, you can gift them a premium card for it so he/she can try it. It will always come in handy. There are a few I can recommend:

  • Spotify – for music lover
  • Yousician – for people who are interested in learning how to play an instrument
  • Swork – for people interested in exercising

If you already know what apps the person uses, gift them the premium version, even if it is only for one month.

For girls

You can gift any kind of make up you see in stores. Girls will never say no to a new lipstick, a new eye shadow, a new blush. Guys might thing it’s hard to pick a gift for girls, but it really isn’t. And if you see any ‘do-it-yourself’ type of make up kits, they’ll loved for sure.

For book lovers

Similar to Amazon and Shoppicks, if your book lover has a Goodreads account, he/she sure has a infinite to-read list and that works has a wishlist too. Pick some books from that list and gift them.
You can also buy them a journal. Book lovers also like to write their thoughts, gift them a journal to travel with them everywhere.

Personalized gift

There are online shops where you can buy a personalized t-shirt, pillow, phone case or even a mug. Choose a theme that they love, and buy them something they can use.

 

That’s all my advice for today. My name is Daniella… and I kick and bite!

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Alone with the Mirror

Last night something strange happened to me.
I got up, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and went back to the room wrapped in the towel, not fully aware of what I was doing.
I dropped the towel and looked at the mirror. Before actually concentrating on my reflection, dozens of images have passed through my mind, quickly.
Classmates, friends, family, movie actresses, photographic models, presenters and even strangers. I was able to see their bodies mentally. All thin. Beautiful. Happy.
Then I focused on myself, carefully observing every detail of my body. And I hated myself. I hated myself for not being like them.
Echoing in my head very distant voices:
– You’re ugly!
– You’re fat!
“No one will ever look at you.”
Then … I woke up with a start and it took me a few seconds to realize that it was only a dream.
And today I make the most important decision of my life: I will be who I am. To those who like me, great. To those who doesn’t like me, I’m sorry.

There are people who, through an emotional disturbance, see themselves as obese, even when they are dangerously thin. To learn more, talk to your parents, teachers or psychologist.

Magui,from Magui’s diary

Email from Jesus

From: Jesus
To: Brave Young People
Subject: I need you
I need you to announce Me to the world. But don’t forget that the testimony speaks louder than words.
Give testimony of this New Life that I’m making germinate in you, and you will see that words will remain.
Your brothers will realize that you are especially happy, and you have a different way of being, living and being with everyone.
So if they ask you what your secret is … tell them about Me.
I know that you will not be ashamed of Me. Because I know the place I have in your life: you can’t live without me. Well, I need you, too. I need Apostles who, in My name, announce the sense of wholeness that life gains, when hearts open to My re-creating presence.
I need disciples who, in My name, bear witness to the joy of Faith, Hope and Love.
I need you…
A strong hug from this Brother:
Jesus

My 2016 and new year’s resolutions

2016 was a really hard year for me and my family, it was a year with lots of bad things happening that may seem like we are cursed or something, but a year with some joy too.

  • For starters… I lost my scholarship. I did not lost it because of bad grades, I simply lost it because the government thinks I’m rich. My dad is unemployed, my mom owns a small drugstore. For the first 2 years, my mom owning her shop, wasn’t a big deal, because she doesn’t earn much, but in 2015 the law changed that, to all owners, 20% of the sales volume, it’s added to her salary. I’m talking about 20% of sales volume, not 20% of the shop’s profit. And no, my mom does not take that share of sales, because she doesn’t have that much profit. She has a great sales volume because she sells gas, which is expensive, but not that lucrative. So, that’s why I lost my scholarship.
  • My dad’s unemployment fund ended. Luckily it ended right after I finished college, else we would be in debt.
  • We haven’t paid rent for a few months now. Luckily, we pay rent to my grandparents who are nice and understanding. They’re always there to help us with anything, we’re just having a bad year.
  • I’ve been trying for 4 months now to find a job. I know I told you I’ve already find one, but, the company tricked me for 3 months. No job for me. Each leaves me heartbroken for not being able to help my mom and dad with the bills.

Apart from all this good stuff happened too:

  • Portugal won the euro cup
  • I quit smoking
  • I finished college
  • My brother got married
  • I spent a week of vacations in Gerês with my awesome boyfriend

I’m a woman with faith, and I know good days will come, I hope 2017 make it all these curses go away. I never give up on my dreams, I’ll never let my family down, and I’m lucky for having a boyfriend that helps go through all this with a smile.

My New Year’s Resolutions are:

  1. find a job
  2. pay my parent’s debt to my grandparents
  3. read more than 34 books
  4. build my own app
  5. see my blog growing
  6. sell my tshirts
  7. play guitar
  8. go to the gym every week
  9. learn German
  10. get my kitchen remodeled

Thank you all for coming to my blog, I hope you all have a great year.

Christmas (reflexion)

  “With a bag and rod, the old Garrinchas did his best to get close to the land. The need had taken him too far. Begging is a sad office, and begging in Lourosa, even worse. No one gives. Have patience, God will favor you, today I can’t … Therefore, what other option but to widen horizons and reach out to the charity of unknown people, who would at least be ashamed to deny a crust to a man in the middle of a lord’s prayer. Yes, he prayed when he knocked on any door. They liked it … If they had faith in the prayer, that’s another conversation.
And here it came from one more of these pilgrimages, well forgotten, if the world were different. Even though he brought ten pence in his pocket and his saddlebag full, it was already difficult for him to drag his legs. Could have stayed in Loivos, but what! His head was buried in the native manger … And the truth is that neither house nor family expected him. All the heat would be from the furnace of the people, permanently open to poverty. In any case it was always better, to spend the holy night under familiar tiles. The problem was getting there, the mountain never ended and seventy-five years old, it may not seem like it but, was a big load. He had been late on the journey in Feitais. He had gone back to the village, things began to yield, and he forgot the hours. When he got there, it was after four. And, as it was early evening, there was no other way than to go horse-racing, to race against time and against age, with a heart pondering. And worst of all, it was snowing! From the sample it seemed like a slight thing, but what if it changed?
And it fell, the cotton wool! Yes, sir! Beautiful! Fortunately the ‘Lady of Pleasures’ was close. If the joke continued, look, he would sleep in there! What, in fact, was a good-bye at Lourosa’s Christmas night…. He hurried forward, made a merchant’s ear to fatigue, and the rain of petals started. What a great panorama!
With elephant legs and white as a miller, he reached the hermitage of the chapel. He stepped into the porch, leaned his stick against the wall, tucked the bag, shook himself, and only then did he notice that the chapel door was slightly opened
Come on! Bad or less. In case of necessity, he could enter and shelter himself inside. For the time being, the campfire he was about to do had to be out, the worse was finding wood. He left, picked up an armful of gorse, came back, and tried to light them. But they were green and damp. He tried three more times, and three times the same failure. Bad! I’m not spending all the matches. He thought on going to the sacristy to see if he found a piece of paper. He found and thanked Heaven for that help, looked at the altar. Almost invisible in the gloom, with the divine child on her lap, the Mother of God seemed to smile at him.
– Happy Holidays! He wished and smiled, too.
Gladly, he turned and found the procession’s slope tidied up in a corner. And he had another idea. It was an abuse, but patience. At the time of the pilgrimage they would get a new one. After a while the dry wood burned.
Garrinchas was then ready to supper. He took the razor from his pocket, cut a piece of bread and a slice of meat, and sat down. But before the first bite the soul gave him a rebate, and out of consciousness he rose and reached the entrance to the chapel. – Are you served? Mary seemed to smile at him again, and so did the boy. Faced with this welcome, Garrinchas was not in half measures: he entered, went to the altar, took the image and brought it near the fire. “Let’s eat the three of us here. The Lady does of who you are; The little the same; And I, though unworthy, do of St. Joseph.
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Miguel Torga

• What most excited my attention?

• What are the signs of sharing that I identify in the story?

• In my environment, are these signs only lived during the Christmas season?

• What does Christmas mean to other people?

• And do you agree with the way these people live Christmas?

 

Mandela Effect and Deja vu

Recently I saw a video posted by Corpse Husband has ‘Top 15 Most Believable MANDELA EFFECT EXAMPLES’ and it made me much aware of what is this conspiracy that everyone was talking about through the year 2016.

What is a Mandela Effect?

A Mandela Effect is when several people think they experienced something all together (a memory) when in fact never happened. The first time a person talked about this false memory was when Nelson Mandela died, and she said she though Mandela had died years before in prison, when in fact he didn’t, and many other people had the same false memory about that.
The explanation for this is that we have been colliding with some parallel universes that it’s changing our current world. So things have been changing but we still have the memory of them being a certain way, and they never did.

Examples:

  • “Oscar Meyer” is spelled “Oscar Mayer”
  • “Sex in the city” is in fact “Sex and the City”
  • “We Are the Champions” by Queen many people recall of ending the song with “of the world”

  • People think the Monopoly man, Rich Uncle Pennybags, has a monocle, but he doesn’t

  • The tip of Pikachu’s tail isn’t black.

  • “The Berenstein Bears” are actually called “the Berenstain Bears.”

  • Darth Vader doesn’t say, “Luke, I am your father.”

  • People think the Mona Lisa is smiling now, but she used to be emotionless.

  • Interview With the Vampire isn’t called Interview With a Vampire.

Although I don’t find myself in those examples, I still have my own experiences. This made me think about the feeling of deja vu, if it’s a Mandela Effect in reverse: something that already happened on a parallel universe and it’s now happening in our world and we have the memory of that.
It might be silly talking about this, many of you don’t believe in conspiracies or don’t wanna share because… it might be silly…. But I got some weird deja vus.
P.E. when I was younger, I remember when the Scissor Sisters launched their album in 2004 and with that album they also did some music videos for MTV. I was 11 years old when that happened, and I already had cable installed and MTV was my favorite channel, because it was the only thing to keep me up with recent songs (If you remember those times when Shakira was the number 1 on top charts). So, when I started watching the ‘Take Your Mama’ music video from Scissor Sisters, I never enjoyed because I ALREADY KNEW THE SONG and not only the song I KNEW THE MUSIC VIDEO. At first I thought it was an old clip, maybe I knew the song from my dad’s old CDs, but no, it was released in that year, and my dad didn’t knew the band.
The same exact thing happened with the “Shut up” music video from Black Eyed Peas.

I don’t know, maybe I’m being silly, but let me know what you think.

My name is Daniella and I kick and bite…

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The Real Religion (reflexion)

One day a monkey was repeating through the forest that only her religion was true. He found a gibbon, which came from an unknown oriental race, and they began to argue animatedly.
The monkey insisted: “My religion is the only really true religion.”
The gibbon, who came from the east, called him a liar. But the monkey, with the air of an Integralist, repeated: “No, your religion can not be true like mine. There can not be two truths: therefore yours is false!”
The gibbon, who had been educated to tolerance and respect for the beliefs of others, could not bear the arrogant and the very sure of their certainties. It seemed absurd to despise the religion of others, to exalt his own.
And he repeated to the monkey, “You are treading on a path made by millions of people over many centuries with superficiality and arrogance. The spiritual path of my Eastern ancestors is very high and perhaps older than your tradition. Why do you offend the people who follow it?”
His lively discussion was interrupted by an old chimpanzee who was praying in front of a large banana tree. He approached and also entered the theological discussion about the one true religion. He said, “How foolish of you! The true God is great and merciful, just like mine. He gives me his fruits and makes me stand in the shadow of his leaves.”
They were thus busy discussing animatedly, when they noticed that there was a great fire approaching them and threatening their lives. When they became aware of the danger, the astonishment was so big that, they end the arguments, and they all sought to save their lives. The monkey and the gibbon scrambled to a tree and then tossed a rope at the old chimpanzee. So he also climbed the tree and then, helping each other, the three managed to flee out of the forest in flames. As soon as they felt safe, the three reflected on the experience. The solidarity demonstrated at the time of danger, in addition to the differences in religion, convinced them that it was possible to agree on facts, rather than clinging to principles. Each one asked for forgiveness for each word uttered with less respect for others.
When it was time to separate, the monkey said, “We have to get together more often, to help each other. So by loving each other, we will walk together into the truth.”

  1. What was the conditions to establish a true dialogue between the characters of this tale?
  2. What can I do to make possible a dialogue between the different Christian Churches in my country?

 

Decalogue of Assisi for Peace

1. We commit ourselves to proclaiming our firm conviction that violence and terrorism are incompatible with the authentic spirit of religion, and, as we condemn every recourse to violence and war in the name of God or of religion, we commit ourselves to doing everything possible to eliminate the root causes of terrorism.

2. We commit ourselves to educating people to mutual respect and esteem, in order to help bring about a peaceful and fraternal coexistence between people of different ethnic groups, cultures and religions.

3. We commit ourselves to fostering the culture of dialogue, so that there will be an increase of understanding and mutual trust between individuals and among peoples, for these are the premise of authentic peace.

4. We commit ourselves to defending the right of everyone to live a decent life in accordance with their own cultural identity, and to form freely a family of his own.

5. We commit ourselves to frank and patient dialogue, refusing to consider our differences as an insurmountable barrier, but recognizing instead that to encounter the diversity of others can become an opportunity for greater reciprocal understanding.

6. We commit ourselves to forgiving one another for past and present errors and prejudices, and to supporting one another in a common effort both to overcome selfishness and arrogance, hatred and violence, and to learn from the past that peace without justice is no true peace.

7. We commit ourselves to taking the side of the poor and the helpless, to speaking out for those who have no voice and to working effectively to change these situations, out of the convinction that no one can be happy alone.

8. We commit ourselves to taking up the cry of those who refuse to be resigned to violence and evil, and we are desire to make every effort possible to offer the men and women of our time real hope for justice and peace.

9. We commit ourselves to encouraging all efforts to promote friendship between peoples, for we are convinced that, in the absence of solidarity and understanding between peoples, technological progress exposes the world to a growing risk of destruction and death.

10. We commit ourselves to urging leaders of nations to make every effort to create and consolidate, on the national and international levels, a world of solidarity and peace based on justice.

The Monk and the Scorpio (reflexion)

One day a monk went to cleanse himself in the river. While doing so he noticed a scorpion struggling in the water. Knowing that scorpions can’t swim, the monk knew if he did not save the scorpion, it would drown. Thus, carefully picking up the scorpion, the monk rescued it from drowning. And as he was just about to set it down, the scorpion stung his finger. In pain, the monk drew back his hand and the scorpion went flying, back into the river. As soon as the monk regained his composure, he again lifted the scorpion out of the water. Again, before he could set the scorpion down, the creature stung him. This drama lasted for several minutes.

A hunter watched this routine, wherein the monk would carefully and gingerly lift the creature out of the water to yet again fling it back in the water again. While at the same time also convulsing from the pain unleashed by each fresh sting. Eventually, unable to hold onto his curiosity the hunter said to the monk, “Excuse me for my outspokenness, but it is clear the scorpion is simply going to sting you each time you try to carry it to safety. So, why don’t you just give up on it and let it drown”?

To this the monk replied: “My dear child, the scorpion is not stinging me out of malice or evil intent. Just as it is the water’s nature to make me wet, so it is the scorpion’s nature to sting. He doesn’t understand that I am getting him to safety. Quite simply, there is a level of conscious comprehension greater than what his brain can accomplish. But, just as it is the scorpion’s nature to sting, so it is my nature to save. Just as he is not leaving his nature, why should i leave my nature? My dharma is to help every creature – human or animal. Then why should I let a small scorpion rob me of the divine nature which I have gained through years of sadhana (penance)?”

A perfect city – Reflexion

“Once upon a time, in the distant future, there was an almost perfect city. There were no evil or lazy people, no pollution, no traffic nor degradation. At first glance, everything was perfect.

In the almost perfect city, in front of each house there was a flag. The flags could be red, yellow, white or black. And although not mandatory, it was common sense, a housing to have its flag. And why? And all the houses without exception had her. The flag indicated the color of the skin of the family that lived there. And because there are flags with four possible colors is the reason why the city was almost perfect. That’s what the inhabitants thought. But, was it?

The white-skinned people only liked white flags and were proud of the flag they had in front of their house. So did people of other colors. The children of different colors did not play together, the adults of different colors said “Hello” and “Good morning,” but the conversation was no longer “how are you?”. In the near perfect city, the color of the flag would be to identify who the possible friends were.

But every month, in the near perfect city, there was a meeting with all the inhabitants of the city. It was led by the Mayor and was held in a building the size of two football stadiums. The building was called the Individual. It was thus, that it was tried to maintain the almost perfection of the city. “The Individual,” which had only one large door symbolized the power and uniqueness of the city.

On a certain winter day there was a strong snow in the near perfect city, but the great meeting was not delayed. The city was in weight on the Individual, when there was a great rumble, something supernatural. A thousandth of a second later, all the Individual was in the dark, the panic among the 33,000 people who started in a rampage for the grand entrance, but the door would not open. Without seeing his audience, the President, with cold blood, realized the danger of the situation: never in the near perfect city had anyone witnessed a power outage; People would trample each other and there could even be death by crushing. Quickly he gives his hand to the person next to him, who in turn perceives the message: a great human cord has formed inside the Individual. “Calm down”, it was heard. Without looking at the color of the hand that was holding, only grasping it, knowing that this hand could save their life, they all calmed down, and  at the end of the cord, near the door, they managed to break it. Slowly, the crowd left the Individual to the icy snow. One by one, people realize that the hand they held was not their color. However, they grabbed her with equal strength. Inside the Individual, in the dark, the human cord had allowed the people, once outside, to realize that their city was only almost perfect. Until that day no one had realized that a black, white, yellow, or red hand had the same strength to grasp, whether in the dark or in the clear.”

  1. What feelings did this tale awaken in you?
  2. What names would you give to these flags?
  3. What flags do you put on others?
  4. What prejudices do I have on the people I see, in the society in which I live, in my class, in my neighborhood where I live, in the people I know?