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Praising a lovely colour.

Pink. The colour, not the singer.


I never liked pink when I was little. I grew up with two older brothers, playing with Playmobil and Scalextric, inheriting jumpers and comic books, and the odd mix tape. They would fight me and I would fight back (for two minutes before I would scream “Muuuuuummy, Jose and Juan are hitting me!!!). No. There wasn’t room for pink.

But I grew up, I changed. And suddenly, about 5 years ago, I realised that I DO like pink. Actually, I love it! It’s such a beautiful colour! It’s fresh, bold, in-your-face and cheeky! Forget pastel tones, you have to go for the real magenta type. The brighter, the better.

I like it so much, that one day I am going to spend a fortune painting my car pink. I could have gone for a lovely pink car already, as Nissan Micra has a special edition, very Barbie-like. But destiny made me wait…

Awesome car

 Recently, a friend of mine discovered my new “pink-tendencies” and thought I was joking.
– “You of all people, Maria, I cannot believe it”
– “But there’s nothing wrong with it!” said I, leaving behind years and years of hard-earned tomboyness and hatred for anything feminine.But don’t take me wrong, my favourite colour still is BLUE. Not the boy-band, the colour.

Like its politicians and its war, society has the teenagers it deserves

Like its politicians and its war, society has the teenagers it deserves, originally uploaded by ro_nya.

***A rant on EMO people***

I honestly don’t kow what is happening to teenagers in this time and age. I remember being one myself a few years back and complaining at people like me who would say “tut tut these teenagers nowadays are a disaster, so lazy and cocky”. And maybe they were right. We were lazy, and cocky, but that’s nothing compared to teenagers today.

First of all: Attitude. I seriously do not understand it. It’s something like “I am special, and better than you, but I am also shit and I want to die, because I don’t fit in society even if I dress/talk/behave like every other 16 year old in the world”

Then: fashion style. There was a time in the VERY early times of Emo that I kind of liked the “dress code”. Strippy t-shirts, cardigans, tight jeans (in a way, that is what I normally wear!), but Panic at the Disco have a lot to answer, fashion-wise…
Those hideous haircuts… (the two people on the right of the picture, are they boys or girls? I can’t see their faces! Although, even if I could, they would be wearing so much make-up that it wouldn’t be any easier to guess their sex)

Lastly: Music. Emo music used to be amazing. So emotive (that’s were the name comes from), so full of passion and good guitar-riffs (How I miss Sunny Day Real Estate or the early Jimmy Eat World, or even the early Thursday!). Now, Emo music is a band-fight to see who has got more tattoes and smooth/silky/straight hair, who can stand longer onstage without tripping on your own falling jeans, who has got the most drug issues, who has got more stinking attitude with the general public, etc.
Some of the current bands that at some point have fallen into the emo category eagerly fight against that label. They are ashamed to be connected with such movement and insist in calling their music style anything but Emo. Bands like Brand New, Weezer or 30 seconds to Mars (bands that have NOTHING to do with each other musically speaking) have been branded Emo before, but their music is nothing like Emo any more.

I wonder what the cause of all this is, though. The youth today are the way they are because they have not had to work hard for anything. Everything has been given to them and now they feel like they own the future. They have been taught that they are victims and that it is everyone elses fault if anything bad happens to them.

It is such a shame that these youth are the future leaders of our world.

A funny link on EMO:


I have always loved dogs. Due to the family work circumstances, I was raised by my uncle in our country house. As a child that place was like heaven to me. I had my own space, a swimming pool, a quite a few square metres of land to roam free, and animals. My favourite ones always were the dogs.

We had three dogs: Johnny, a medium-long haired Pekingnese; Fosi, a very jealous sausage dog (Dachshund); and Margaret Thatchet, the bravest of German Shepherds (Yes, there’s a story behind the name: She was abandoned by her previous owners and I found her. You could tell that she had been mistreated but she was still a very strong bitch: an iron lady, Margaret Thatcher)

Some of my warmest childhood memories are filled with dogs.

My love for dogs has never stopped. I no longer live in a country house though, but a small maisonnette where I know it wouldn’t be fair to keep a dog in. Dogs need space, more than humans do, and I don’t have the space. Another reason why I can’t afford a pet at the moment is because both Jon and I work full time and dogs aren’t like cats that you can leave on their own for 8-9 hours.

Crufts Logo So I decided that I would definetely enjoy going to Crufts this year. Crufts is an international show for dogs which helds several competitions and chooses a “Best in Show” dog at the end, which is basically the ultimate prize a dog could win.

I bought tickets for Friday and Saturday. I knew that going on Sunday could be a real pain, as everybody would turn up for that day, being that day that the winners are chosen. So we took Friday off and headed to Birmingham.

Friday was great. I had never been to such a place, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. The exhibition really blew my expectations away. The NEC is probably one of the biggest Exhibition Centres in the UK, with about 15 halls and the Arena (which on its own can hold 11,000 people!) Crufts occupied 5 of those Halls and the Arena. Really big. The NEC was pretty busy but you had enough space to roam around. There were so many stalls selling dog-related products (you would never imagine how many things you can buy for your pet) and also lots of dog-demostrations (like the Dog good citizen scheme). But for me the best bits were the “Discover Dogs” section and the Dog Agility competitions.

On the other hand, Saturday wasn’t so great. It was far too busy for my liking. You had to queue for the toilet, for the cash point, for the food stalls, to get anywhere! We managed to see a few more dogs and demonstrations, but when we tried to go to the Arena the queue was so big that we decided against going in the end. A real shame, because I really wanted to see the Heel Dance and a few more Flyball competitions.

Another lowdown of the whole trip was that I couldn’t take the amazing pictures that I had in mind. I don’t specially like taking pictures with flash (plus we thought the owners of the dogs wouldn’t appreciate that) so I tried to take all my pictures in manual mode, which didn’t really work as the ambience light was rubbish. Even with the tripod it was pointless as the dogs wouldn’y stay still for me! I don’t think I managed to take more than 5 decent pictures in the end. I was so disappointed that I didn’t even take my camera with me the second day.

Afghan Hound at Crufts 2008So, conclusion: I’ve you ever want to go to Crufts, don’t go on the weekend. It’s far too busy. But apart from that, it is a lovely event that everybody who likes dogs should experience at least once in their lives.