that mermaid dress

I don’t think I’m cuestioning my choice to blog sometimes, in fact, I’m happy with my barely constant blogging habit. I can’t think of many things to say here other than going personal and write: Today, I made a lot of drama out of nothing, anything and evertything. It’s hard to find some inner peace as I’m often feeling confused and clueless…in fact I’m aware of it, therefore I’m not that confused or clueless. What I’m trying to say is that I take things too seriously that I see them from the wrong angle. And when it comes to blogging, it’s such a disaster…I mean, venting isn’t confessing….it it’s fun!

I recall having good Valentine’s days in recent years and none included a boyfriend. In fact I can remember when an ex didn’t call me at all and on the next day I asked what (the hell) happened and he hung up. Yeah, that was bad. So this year I had a brief date with myself, I turned into my boyfriend, bought myself a sundae and a CD, things that I rarely buy without feeling guilty about them, (I haven’t bought an original CD in 7 years or so)  I have never been surrounded by so many couples in my whole life, it was incredibly romantic even if I was alone.   Just wanted to share this.

And speaking of romantic, I saw the Academy Awards ceremony on Sunday night. In the 20 years that I’ve been watching it, I can’t say that they have been brilliant, but this year the overproduced glamour and magic were absent.  Hopefully for we, the viewers who didn’t fall asleep during the show, there was some room for shock and emotion, which always give the Oscars that human feel we all end up talking about on the next days….and better, the acting honors went to European actors.  If you weren’t of the Team Bardem until Sunday night, you have been missing the chance of discover this wonderful actor but not anymore…

I was suprised when Tilda Swinton was announced as the winner of the supporting actress category and even more, to realise that she can be funny too.  Her dress was horrible but who cares, I really wanted her to win.  Marion -but it’s romantic- Cotillard (if you have seen Big Fish, you will understand) was the belle of the ball by far, no matter if the US Entertainment shows, magazines and sites say otherwise, sure Katherine Heigl is a very beautiful woman but there were similar dresses while Cotillard’s was daring and had that lovely & coveted accesory.

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Dad and I were discussing Austalian Open’s singles finalists and how the world is embracing this recent breed of players from different countries and it challenges our ways of thinking towards origins and race, as has happened with other sports in the past. Many were sympathetic to Jo-Wilfried Tsonga from France, the finalist of the men’s singles. His looks served to make some jokes but what can we do about it.

Recently I read an article about genetics in a family, you know…we are all related but we look different from eachother. I think genetics is probably the only bit of natural science in which I’m interested. And probably I would have pursued studies…if it wasn’t because my biology teacher said that I was a slow learner for that subject. However, she was kicked off school for teaching contraceptive methods, therefore I never reached the genetics chapter in my biology book and many of my classmates got pregnant because of their prude parents. But genetics is as simple as complicated as wonderful as cruel and even if I’ve been reading, there’s still lots of stuff that I have to learn about it.

And when it comes to genetics, it also comes to us, humans in size, shape, color and weight. Yes, weight. I was reading a Vogue UK in the library while waiting for class when I found an article on men not so concerned about women’s weight but women concerned about women’s weight. In fact, it was obsessed not concerned. And then it says: “I think that much of the time, women want to be thin so that they can dominate other, fatter women.” I don’t know you but I believe it depends on how image-conscious a place is as every culture has its beauty standards. Sometimes my mom meets her old friends and co-workers and the very first thing they say to her is that she has become fat and some even dare to say too fat. Mom is 1.54 cm and weights 70 kg so she isn’t even closer to be an obese person but she comes home and the first thing she tells me is that her friend said that she was too fat. And there are the many classmates that asked me if they were fat. Come on, you only have wide hips…that’s all.  Now I’m also conscious about my weight but it’s something personal and I try to find the way to lose some, I’ve started almost a month ago and I have gained 1kg, I have to learn how to eat healthy and excercise by bits too.  Oh yes, the pattern construction trick!  Shirts and pants that aren’t made according the real size therefore they are smaller, I once had to buy a XL shirt when my real size is M.  Awful.

I know it’s taking me too long to blog, I’ve been working, I’m sick now.   I think it’s a good time to rest and think about ice-creams and ice Coke.