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Lost in translation.

I'm the wonder-woman let me go get my ropes.

About Me

I lead several lives, three of which are my favourite.

" ...and even as we lay in all this good feeling, people lay in dirt, vomit, shit and blood. And I gotta tell you that my sincere love is for real freedom, well fed human dignity . Even as I open myself to share this, I gotta tell you, there ain't enough good feeling to push the pain and awareness out. Not enough nothing to make me forget and I ain't no woman of steel, it feels needed . Now hold me a little while longer, just a bit, 'cause we gotta get up soon. There's a war on out there, outside , come on now baby, we got work to do." - Suheir Hammad.

send a message.and then...let's be pals.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

More Yusuf Islam than Cat Stevens

The World.

Play tag.
Look mum, I made it myself.
I'm livin' my life like it's golden. I'm so high I could eat a star. Adentro, adentro te vas quedando. Asi, estoy dispuesta a todo por. Well the dogs were barking at the new moon, whistling a new tune..hoping it will come soon. "Waryaa, sobaax!" Take away our playstations and we are a third world nation.Allahu Akbar.

Music:

Yes, please.
Happiness Stamps in my passport.

Movies:

Sure.

Television:

Why, not.

Books:

Currently reading "Nervous Conditions" by Tsitsi Dangarembga.

Heroes:

are those who realise they have a purpose bigger than themselves

My Blog

"She take my money, when I'm in need"

gold diggern. Informal. a woman who associates with or marries a rich man in order to get valuables from him through gifts or a divorce settlement     It came as a surprise to both I and t...
Posted by Lost in translation. on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 04:07:00 PST

Abnormal Anonymous

 Let's scrap the word relationships. Not love, that's different and cures itself (go with me on this) But relationships are like rehabs, you go into them trying to change some fucked up part of ...
Posted by Lost in translation. on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 07:20:00 PST

10 Things I Hate About Myspace Fuckers

1. The endless 'oh baby, back that thang up' usually followed by 'lets have cybersex and get to know each other'. Oh please, who wears red silky Victoria's Secret lingerie at 3pm in the afternoon any...
Posted by Lost in translation. on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 07:11:00 PST

Rich kids go to Berkeley, poor kids go to Baghdad.

  It's no surprise; we've all seen Fahrenheit 9/11, some with less ignorance beforehand than others. The army sees poor areas as fertile ground to evoke dreams of heroism into miseducated childre...
Posted by Lost in translation. on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 06:56:00 PST

Maybe he's born with it, Maybe it's Maybelline?

Boys are the new whores.   We've come a long way since the days of No Ma'am and dragging 'em by the hair after clubbing them for that retreat in the late night cave. Now the hair gets caressed an...
Posted by Lost in translation. on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 10:59:00 PST

Transcendentalism [in progress]

If smell, like a childhood pal, is familiar only in the context of the time in which it was and were then its fragrance is indefinitely out of date. It is an act of courage to beg for timelessness for...
Posted by Lost in translation. on Mon, 23 Jan 2006 04:26:00 PST