Mmmmm, Tapioca

I really don't know what made me think of Brazilian tapioca (see the picture below). Maybe because I'm hungry? Whatever the reason, as soon as I Googled "tapioca brasileira" I was inundated with mouth-watering images of this delicious food. I LOVE tapioca - especially with cheese.....mmmmm, and with coffee......early in the morning.....along side my E.....in Manaus..... Ok, enough, enough.  I can't take it; I miss it too much and I'm making things worse for myself. All I can do is post a picture and let you imagine the  taste of this delectable food, even if it doesn't do it justice. Enjoy!

BRATKOWSKI FIRED!!

        
      Not to get all religious on you guys again, but if you crack open your King James to the book of Matthew chapter 6 verse 7, it reads: "But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen [do]: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking." Basically in this passage God is telling us, not to be all chanty and repetitive when you ask for something because sometimes, less is more...On this day, January 31st of 2011, the vanity of thy prayers hath been forgiven! Hallelujah brothers and sisters! It's amazing how you can pray day and night to the football gods (ha ha yeah, it's a sports take), and your prayers are generally unacknowledged. I'm going to go ahead and assume that God is a pretty busy cat, and that a bunch of grown men making millions of dollars to play a game doesn't top his to do list. On top of that, I see T-shirts everywhere all the time that say God is a Patriots fan to begin with, so this principle especially applies to the Bengals, a team the Lord has long forgotten about. He made his way down His list today and threw us a bone! I think it's pretty clear by now that if baby Jesus didn't have a hand in this, then someone pretty important must have read my "State of the Bengals Address" last week right here on TroxTalk! You're welcome. In case you have no clue what I'm referring to, Cincinnati Bengals offensive coordinator, Bob Bratkowski was fired today. It took a lot of faith and asking on our part..but the Brat is finally out.

Da Brat, on the other hand, has been out since May 27th 2010. zing.

      My sources at ESPN tell me that Bob is a huge doucher who resembles a more surly version of Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce from the hit TV series M*A*S*H*   

Alan Alda is an atheist. He prays to no one. Vainly or otherwise.

      As the fortunes of a Cincinnati sports fan have seemed to go of late, it wouldn't surprise me at all if they somehow managed to bring in someone even worse to replace Bratkowski, but at least we'll have a reason to keep us all from running out and getting L.A. Galaxy jerseys for at least the next couple of months. Just in case we end up with Brad Childress, I'll ahead and let you know that David Beckham is #23 and his wife was a spice girl.. There, now you have the L.A.Galaxy fan knowledge equivalent of the average Bengal fan at PBS for a home game. You'll fit right in!  

Side note: I was at the Bengals playoff game when they lost to the Jets last year. There was a "fan" in front of us about 20 rows up on the 50 yard line wearing a misprinted Kinta jersey with the gall to tell us we were being too loud! Too loud? It's 3rd and 11, and we are on DEFENSE! We're the 12th man!! TOO LOUD?! Kill yourself.  To this day I wonder if that game would have turned out the same if that assclown would have cheered for his team just a little. Or if he even knows that crowd noise can effect the opposing quarterbacks cadence..Or if he even knows what cadence is..

                    Not Chilly                              Chilly

      Ever since I was a child, I have never been able to fully wrap my head around this song...What's it about? How can such universal jubilation be achieved in a community? I just never got it...Today, I believe I am starting to understand exactly where these guys are coming from..... 

     This is the first thing the Bengals have done so far this offseason to give me a reason to keep believing.. Hopefully, Carson Palmer and Cedric Benson will reconsider wanting to high-tail it out of town now that their nemesis has been slain. Now all the Bengals have to do to have a winning season next year is EVERYTHING ELSE! I will keep my hands folded, my eyes closed, and my heart open. And hey, even if the Bengals don't improve because of  this, at least Trox Talk will get a few more hits from all the Westboro Baptist kooks googlin' Bible verses later. WHO DEY!!  Next time: SuperBowl and HateCrow.

                                         Warmest Regards....I mean...Amen,

                                            Trox

DAY TWENTY : FINALE

WOW!!! So I did complete the 20 day challenge, successfully!:)
And its been a lots of fun and colours.
Of all the 19 posts the winner is DAY NINE with 31 page views and 5 comments.

On this occasion, I'm getting a guestbook on my blog, whoever comes here, please leave your comments and suggestions there.

It is on the right side of the page or click here My Guestbook

All your thoughts are valued.

I'm off for today.

Will be back soon.

DAY NINETEEN

I know this was supposed to be my last day of challenge, but I couldn't write one day cause I was shit busy and had no time anything. I am sorry.
And I am not lying.

Had a great time with my friends last 3 days, dropped them to bus stand, finished my packing and here I am writing this.

It was just awesome,crazy fun.

But have been very busy, having had no time for anything, travelling throughout the day, visiting places.I don't understand people who are this busy in their everyday lives, how do they connect with themselves, how do they bond with their family, how do they get to have quality conversation with a loved one's. Wont they be left emotionless with so much work? I really don't understand that.But now I do understand why people use work and keeping themselves busy to get rid of emotions and trouble they are going through.

This is my last night at home before college starts, I'll be spending rest of holidays at grandma's place, so feeling a little blah. Have to get up early and travel throughout the day tomorrow.And also that I'm dead tired isn't helping this post.

Will come up with something nice to write for tomorrow's post.Finale of my 20 day challenge.

GUTEN TAG :)

Pra Sempre...

Ah o pra sempre...

Será que isso realmente existe?

Dizemos a todo momento coisas do tipo: te amarei pra sempre, sempre que precisar estarei aqui, “é nóis” sempre, dentre outras coisas contendo o sempre na frase.

Mas será que realmente sabemos o significado dessa palavra?

Será que você teria realmente a capacidade de fazer as coisas que você diz pra sempre?

Será que o pra sempre não é muito tempo?

Seres humanos às vezes me enojam, são capazes de dizer, mas não são capazes de cumprir.

Pense antes de dizer, melhor, faça ao invés de falar.

O pra sempre existe, mas não ao ser mencionado e sim ao ser cumprido.

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Sinceras Desculpas

Pois é, eu sei, me ausentei bastante né.
Poxa foi tanta coisa que aconteceu... Muita correria no trabalho no fim e começo de ano, também fui assaltada antevéspera de natal, correria do meu aniversário, fiz o cfc por 2 semanas e a falta de inspiração também me encontrou...
Enfim foi uma correria sem fim, mas estou de volta.
Procurarei escrever mais, idéias não faltam.. o que falta é tirá-las da cabeça e passá-las para cá. Mas tentarei fazer isso constantemente.
Escrever me encanta.. é a maneira de botar pra fora aquilo que muitas vezes não conseguimos falar.
Bom então é isso.. Que 2011 seja um ano de muitos Posts.

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Freelance Translator? Yes, please.

I've been interested in translation/interpretation since I was in high school. In fact, during my freshman year I took a sign language (night!) class with a bunch of old ladies to improve what I'd already started to learn from hearing impaired friends. At that time, I was certain that I wanted to study Speech Language Pathology while in college, and then later become an interpreter for the deaf - as my profession. However, my first study abroad experience to South America put me in a new, different direction - but only towards translation versus interpretation.

I still am fascinated with sign language, interpretation for the deaf, closed captions - you name it. I just don't know if at this time I'll pursue that career.

Instead.............I'm more interested in (freelance) translation.

I took my first translation course in my third year of college and I have enjoyed it ever since. I continued to study translation during my undergraduate years as well as participate in a translation/localization workshop the summer after I graduated (right before I moved to Manaus to teach). Most of my experience has been with non-literary work; I translate Brazilian Portuguese ->English and Latin American Spanish ->English. I also have extensive experience with proofreading and editing, of which most of those documents are written by non Native English speakers from Latin America.

So, why get back to translation/interpretation after the long hiatus, you ask? Well, I've always loved this profession (anything language/linguistics related) and now that I'm returning to Brazil, I think I'll have more opportunities to do what I love, and hopefully be well paid and respected for it. I mean, I started interpreting back in 2000 when I was living in Bolivia. I continued with it by taking undergraduate and graduate courses, and then got paid to translate while in Brazil in 2005. I've done extensive interpretation (and to some extent translation) since E arrived so that's given me a great deal of practice and has reminded me where my heart has always been. I think now it's time to get paid, and maybe add a second career. Also, just the other day I was reading a blog by a fellow translator, an American travelling back and forth between Brazil, who wrote an informative post on being a freelance translator and so I've decided to take the plunge.

Since I read that blog just days ago, I've update my resume and have applied for many jobs - both paid and unpaid. Now I guess I just have to wait and see what happens. But I'm hopeful and believe I could eventually have a career change, if not another job that I love.

DAY EIGHTEEN

This is the picture of the place I went yesterday.



Doesn't it look beautiful???

I was more than it looks in this picture.

Should tell you, it  was one heck of a crazy day.

But, more of it later, I am busy being a good host now.

GUTEN TAG..:)

As promised in deutsch.

Memoirs of a Professional MMA Fighter's Wife

I am one proud fighter's wife. I love that my husband has found something that he LOVES in life (besides me of course), and that he is good at it. Actually, more than good. He's able to train, fight, and get paid. Sponsors give him clothes, people recognize his talent.

I may have to put up with the STENCH of dirty/sweaty/wet training clothes, jock straps, mouth guards, boxing gloves, etc. But it's all worth it, especially when I watch the World Extreme Fighting (WEF) 2011 Promo video - for the March fights -and see him TEN times training and fighting in the ring. Check him out. The best is 1:24 when he is smiling with his mouth open after a win by submission and saying "yeahhh". Rear naked choke to be specific.

People, especially women, ask me all the time if I get nervous when he fights in the ring. I can say that in the beginning I did. During his first fight I thought my heart was going to beat itself out of my chest, but it didn't. I believe he won't get hurt and that he is in good hands with the ref, judges, and the doctors. He does not street fight. The Florida State Boxing Commission has strict rules and guidelines and fighters must pass multiple tests and exams (including blood tests - HIV, Hepatitis, etc - to guarantee that they are safe in the ring. Fighters must be examined by doctors on a regular basis as well as at the weigh-ins the evening before their fight. So, do I worry? No, not anymore.

Another advantage to being a professional fighter is that you can teach MMA (mixed martial arts) along with fighting. So my husband will be able to teach when we move to Brazil, as well as fight.

I am proud of my husband and all that he has accomplished in what has really been a short time. I hope that his hard work will continue to pay off and that he will be able to fight professionally as long as he wants to. I want him to continue earning stripes on his Brazilian Jiu Jitsu belt and I know that he will be awarded his brown belt this year. I know that he will continue to participate in BJJ tournaments and will continue to win. I also pity the fools that enter the ring to fight him.

Take down

Ground and Pound



Muay Thai

Bilingual Interview



Tour de Manly!

          Good day, Troxaholics! Recently I had an exciting opportunity to be a special guest on a well known Cincinnati area podcast, fittingly titled The Best Podcast. I was invited to take part in a wild Power Hour edition where we were all going to take a shot of beer every minute for an hour while still trying to maintain a topical and interesting show. It was the most fun I've had behind the mic in quite some time. The hosts, Dave and Phinny, couldn't have been cooler, and I think the whole thing turned out even better than any of us could have ever expected. If you haven't heard the show yet, or you'd like to check out the episode I helped out on, you need to go to www.thebestcast.com straight away. If you like it, you should follow them on iTunes (I am now). You won't be disappointed.
           So that was the plug, now lets get into some TroxTalk. Thanks again to everyone for the feedback on the Oprah post. Whether you agreed with my take or not, most people seemed to have a good time with the read, so I feel like I did my job. This next one is more for the fellas. So, back to this podcasting adventure. My favorite segment we did during the show was their weekly Top 5 segment. I feel like scores of entertainers from every media outlet attempt to pull off their own version of a countdown segment, and Letterman is clearly the best far and away. That said, The Best Podcast is an easy runner-up. As you will hear, if you've followed any of my instructions, during this weeks Top 5 the topic of discussion was "What are the 5 most manly drinks a person can imbibe?" We came up with a great list of worthy beverages, but I wanted to use this post to describe in a bit more detail, why I felt like each one was selected, and who makes these drinks the manliest...errr...most manly?...manlierestest.
 

 #5 Bombay Sapphire

 

           While the other drinks on the list are straight up "man's game". Sapphire is more of a gentleman's game, but it's still pretty studly. It's a little on the pricey side, and it comes in a sissy looking glass depending on how you take it. Neverless, Sapphire is a status symbol. No one ever says, "Check out that homeless dude with the Bombay and tonic." And it tastes amazing! It is a classy pick designed for a businessman out to lunch, or a mogul sitting in the back of a limo surrounded by beautiful scantily clad skanks..but you know..classy skanks. Tommy the truck driver doesn't drink it, but the CEO of his company, Murray Moneybags, surely does. Who else will you catch with a Sapphire?: George Clooney, anyone at the opening of an art gallery, Scrooge McDuck, The entire cast of Swingers, and my personal hero, Mr. Bombay Sapphire himself, Jim Rome.

 

 #4 Dirty Tequila

         No list of the manliest drinks would be complete without a shot of nasty, stinking, filthy tequila. If you are one of these people saying "But, Trox, I like the taste of Tequila" then enjoy your unmanly Patrón. I am talking about the bottle on the bottom shelf with that gross little creature bathing in it's own excrement at the bottom. If the bartender doesn't have to dust off your tequila selection, then it's just not manly enough for this countdown. You don't put salt on your hand and bite a lime because you enjoy it. You do it because you have to. Who would possibly drink something like this? I'll tell you: Dennis Rodman, Scarface (the rapper or the Pacino), Charlie Manson, the work crew in front of Home Depot, train robbers on horseback, Jaoquin Pheonix, the sheriffs who stop train robbers on horseback, Nick Nolte, and Chilean coalminers. 

#3 The Irish Car Bomb

 

          The Irish Car Bomb is a rockstar drink. (Not to be confused with a Rockstar Energy Drink) I mean it is a shot for rockstars. A Car Bomb is accomplished by combining a mixed shot of Jameson Irish Whiskey and Baileys Irish Cream with a delicious glass of Guiness Irish Draught. The name should be starting to make sense by now. Anyway, you say something witty because the Irish are always good for a toast or song, (Ex: "May the Gods keep the wolves in the hills and the women in our beds!"...yes, I know it's from Troy.) and then you drop the shot into the glass of beer and pound it as fast as humanly possible. This drink is manly for a few reasons. First of all, it involves whiskey, and chugging beer. Both activities are time honored manly traditions. Also, it typically begins and ends with loud noises, chants, or grunts. Such is the fate of man. (Too poetic?) Lastly, 9 times out of 10 it ends it a huge manly satisfying belch. Probable Car Bomb Drinkers: Slash, Captain Caveman, any sad bastard ginger at a bar in Ireland at 9am, Trox, and Lemmy from Motorhead.

#2 Budweiser aka Bud

Diesel

         

          What do you think of when you hear the name Budweiser? Football, bikinis, big scary horses, inappropriate advertising, or maybe just a construction worker coming home and b-lining for the fridge after a hard days work. What could possibly be more manly than any of those things? Budweiser is thick, but not snobby. The commercials make you laugh, but it is no joke. That's why it checks in at #2. This buds for you: President Barak Obama (Not kidding. It's his favorite. Look it up!), Nascar fans, frogs, oil covered mechanics,  clydesdale enthusiast, and Sam Elliot. 

 

#1 Whiskey Neat

       
         Whiskey neat is manliest of the manly drink orders, and the reasons should go without saying...I'll say them because more TroxTalk is always better. A clean rocks glass full of Jack, Jim, or Makers with no ice. Doesn't that sound neat? Whiskey is aged in barrels and savored by the manliest of men. Basically the highest caliber of each of the aforementioned four drinkers on this list would be the only ones capable of pulling off a whiskey neat. It requires swagger, grit, wisdom, and balls to order a whiskey neat and finish it. If Budweiser gets you through a tough day, whiskey neat will get you through a divorce. If you drink a Sapphire during a business meeting to loosen up, whiskey neat will turn you into Gordon Gekko. And if you party hard on car bombs and tequila shots, whiskey neat will make you a golden God. Need proof? Here's who you'll catch with a neat whiskey: Ghandi, Scott Baio, Jack Bauer, The Wu Tang Clan (all of em), Martin Sheen, Chuck Norris, Bill Clinton, The Dalai Lama, and Jack Donaghy from 30 Rock.

 

            

             There's your Top 5  Tour de Manly recap. (Feel free to post your Top 5 manly, womanly, or favorite drinks in the comments if you think we left something out.) After the Power Hour Podcast we came up with the brilliant challenge of an actual physical Tour de Manly. The four of us, Dave, Phinny, DJ Chaney, and myself, went on a little pub crawl and ordered one of the Top 5 at each establishment. We ended the evening with a glass of whiskey neat, and I BARELY made it out alive. We lost some great men that night...but that story will have to wait for another episode because I'm going a little long here. Remember you can follow me on Twitter @troxtalk to catch the latest postings or sign up using you Gmail account to follow TroxTalk on this site and receive email updates (not spam! it basically just tells you when we put something new up.) Thanks again for stopping by. Next time we're going to get back into some sports with my Super Bowl preview and I'm going to introduce you to a little guy I like to call the Hate Crow....

                                                                                                                                        Warmest Regards,

                                                                                                                                                                            Trox

Moving Abroad? Keep this in mind

Stages Of Cultural Adaptation

Learning a new language and adapting to a new culture are challenges faced by the English Language learners in U. S. schools [or anyone who moves abroad]. The literature indicates that individuals experience distinct stages in the process of adapting to a different culture (Brown, 1995); however, not all persons advance through the stages in the same manner (Diaz-Rico & Weed, 1995).

These stages are characterized by typical behaviors and emotions, and they range from elation, hyperactivity, anxiety and initial disorientation to some degree of adaptation. The intensity of these emotional responses in school will vary depending on several factors such as a welcoming class and school environment, and a teacher that is culturally responsive. If students are not given adequate support and/or their home culture is not recognized and valued in the classroom, they may experience personal challenges in the acculturation process.

Euphoria (Initial Contact)

This is the "honeymoon" period in which the individual is enamored by new customs, food, sights and the newness of the new and different culture.

Culture Shock

At this stage, individuals begin to notice cultural differences and feel deprived of things familiar to their culture of origin. The awareness of such differences may be disorienting to the individual.This stage usually lasts from several weeks to several months.

Anomie

This is a stage of gradual recovery of equilibrium and the acknowledgment of the differences of both cultures. This is also referred to as culture stress.

Adaptation: Assimilation or Acculturation

Students [or exats] move into one of two directions--assimilation or acculturation (Wilson-Portuondo, 2003).

Acculturation - individuals are able to find value and meaning in both cultures and identify with both.

Assimilation: The student’s home cultural values and beliefs are replaced by the new culture, leaving behind the parents’ culture for example . . .

Source: ELL Assessment for Linguistic Differences vs. Learning Disabilities

DAY SEVENTEEN : ANONYMOUS

Hey, I'm back with more random stuff!! I know, I know you are least excited about it.But you will have to read it!

Yesterday, I got all happy that my blog crossed 1000 page views that I put it up in facebook,
After nearly 3 months of starting it, today my blog crossed 1000 page views!!!!:):)

Next thing I know, I had more then 100 hits in an hour!Fuck! That's scary!!!

Some people have actually read each and every post.

And all these days I was joining forums, to get people to read it! Why didn't it occur to me that, all I had to do is put it up on facebook!!!!

Thank you people for reading it, but I don't think many of you will come back. Or will you??? If you will, I'll probably have to be lot more careful, about what I write now!shit!!stupid facebook and stupid me!!!!

And you know whattttttttttt??????
I have my first anonymous follower..yayyyyyyy!!!

After this I'll probably scare that person away.
Please don't get scared I'm not a crazy female.Really.

The whole idea of having a anonymous follower is so exciting,i know, it might not be a secret admirer, it might also be a nosy bitch..but the idea is still nice.

So, this post I dedicate to my anonymous follower, and hoping I get more of them!:P
And also to all my friends! thank you!
CHEERS!!!

Have a nice day everyone!
I still haven't learnt it in deutsch, cause my tutor is busy with his exams.So tomorrow, promise..:)



PS: I want to go to beach, I want to go to beach!

PAWsport for kitty

The adults are not the only ones preparing to ship off to Brazil; the kitty gets to go, too. People always ask me if I'm going to take my cat, which isn't such a weird question when even MORE people ask me if my husband is going. Um, YES. Why the hell not? I mean, are people serious? They must be because this is a common question that I get asked when I share my news of moving/teaching abroad.

Yes, the cat, my cat, my baby Sebastian (or Sebastião since I wanted my "son" to have a name easily pronounced in Portuguese) is going to Brazil. And he's excited! Tells me every day. E likes to make jokes that he won't be able to communicate with his neighbors (the cats, that is) because he "speaks" English, but I'm sure he's bilingual. After all, we do speak to him in Portuguese as much as we do in English. I don't know why or how but that's how it works.

Kitty doesn't need a passport, but he does need to be OKed by the Brazilian consulate 10 days before moving. The consulate's website reads:

International Health Certificate for Pets (dogs and cats only) issued by veterinarians must be certified by the USDA (US Department of Agriculture). The International Health Certificate must show that the pet identified was examined by a veterinarian in the ten days prior to shipment, not showing any clinical sign of disease


However, when I do a little bit more research it seems that Sebastian needs to have all of his papers in order, as well as his recent visit to a veterinarian. According to AngloINFO, a Brazilian website, we will also need:

A certificate of vaccination against rabies for any animal over 90 days old (obtained 30 days before entry in the case of animals vaccinated for the first time). This must be valid for at least one year

Proof of owners full name and address including state and country

Documents showing the animals name, breed, gender, size, colour, coat and any other specific markings

Copies of all relevant documents for animals imported as cargo

Fair enough. Not too complicated or expensive.

It's funny how E and I have grown to love this cat and think of him almost as a "son" when I promise you we never thought before that that could happen. I mean, what's not to love?


When we first got him

And distract his mommy from her school work



Sleeping beauty

He loves to watch TV, especially Animal Planet

Watching "Garfield"

Mommy's boy

Doing research on-line

Sebastian



OPRAH 8===D

          PREFACE: I am, by no stretch of anyone's imagination, an aficionado in the world of cosmetics, hygiene (in fact I'm smelling pretty rank even as I am typing this), or skin creams. As someone who rocks Irish Spring original scent body wash with an AXE detailer, I do generally possess all of the freshness of Ireland, but that may not necessarily afford me the credibility required to tackle subject matter such as this. With that said, here I go...

          

          If I try really hard, I bet I can remember the exact moment when I decided that Oprah Winfrey was a miserable human being....Ahhh yes...I stopped by my Gram's house once while she was watching the Oprah Show and there was a story about an unfortunate woman named Charla Nash who was left blind and horribly disfigured after being attacked by a friends pet chimpanzee. The chimp weighed close to 200lbs and it basically beat the tar out of her and tried to eat her face. Oprah brought the woman on the show with a bee keepers mask over her face and basically made a complete circus sideshow out of her entire situation. Then she hit Nash with a barrage of heartless self serving questions "How does it feel to know that you frighten people with your face?" "Do you worry that no one will be able to love you?" Stuff like that...The questions were obviously designed to boost ratings for 45 minutes and get everyone on the edge of their seats just  before the final segments grand finale where Oprah convinced the woman to remove her veil if she "felt comfortable". I don't expect Charla to lock herself away in a cave forever, but seeing as how she hadn't allowed anyone to see her uncovered besides doctors and nurses since her accident, I'm going to go ahead and assume she was most likely anything but comfortable. Scroll down if you would like to skip it, but the following photo is not for the faint of heart. 

         Oprah is a bajillionaire. She has more money than God, but she still needs her an entire TV network to spread her sickness and get even richer. On top of that, she still needs the network to be called OWN, so that all of her loyal subjects never forget their place. She has surgeons to keep her skinny and almost attractive enough to be on TV. Then she tells people that they are fine just the way they are. She has a sex slave who lives in her back yard who she refuses to marry because it might cost her a portion of her fortune, yet she tries to make other people feel like their marriages are inadequate because they can't always agree on which restaurant to dine in. She probably has more fans than she'll ever know or care about, and countless people who look to her for inspiration. I know it can be comforting, but a lot of what she's putting out in the world seems so utterly contrived that I can't help but think that she really is just another big business tycoon looking for a buck. I get that people are obsessed with her books, her shows, and her ideas for their own reasons. No one can force someone to dig Oprah, but I hate this reverence that she commands. It's like she can do know wrong. I am even well aware of her charitable contributions, and her 'favorite things' episode where she gives a bunch of cool stuff away to her audience. Even these things, as I see them, have some underlying alterior motive now that I have seen the monkey attack episode. Maybe Oprah gives so that others will see her giving and buy more books? Maybe her 'favorite things' episodes should be called "Nanny-nanny-boo-boo! You-middle-class-homemakers-and-your-fat-husbands-can't-afford-this!" episodes. This one interview pretty much ruined any and all appreciation I may have had for the big O.  I just can't get past how this Charla Nash must have felt during this extremely difficult interview. The cruel way Ope handled it wrecked my image of her. Just one guy's opinion. Do with it what you will.
         I recently learned that Oprah Winfrey is slanging some pretty next-level age reducing skincare products to her hordes of middle aged she-demon fans. While it comes as no surprise to this fledgling blogger or any of my minions that the big "O" would stamp her name on a product, pray on the insecurities of her viewers, and charge an exorbitant amount of scrilla to be one of the beautiful people, the ingredients may come as a surprise to some..Wait for it...wait for it....FORESKIN! Just in case you skipped 6th grade health class...

foreskin  fore·skin (fôr'skĭn') n. In male human anatomy, the foreskin is a generally retractable double-layered fold of skin and mucous membrane that covers the glans penis and protects the urinary meatus when the penis is not erect

          Apparently this stuff has been out for a couple of years, but I only heard of it for the first time a few days ago. I thought it was just some cockamamie (pun intended) urban legend, so, as a man who brings answers to the people, I decided to dig a bit deeper. SkinMedica International is an aesthetic skincare and anti-aging company developed by a dermatologist name Dr. Richard Fitzpatrick. Through decades of research they were able to determine that fibroblast cells found in the nether regions of newborn baby boys could produce a nutrient rich tissue recovery lotion...What kind of research you ask? I have no idea, and apparently neither does anyone else because in my "research" I didn't come up with anything about how this brilliant topical substance of the future exactly came to fruition. I would imagine it was brought to light by the same geniuses who discovered that you could drink the water you spit out at the dentist in order to improve eyesight. Or that you could place the discarded testicles from a middle-aged vasectomy (yes, idiots, I know that's not really what they do) in between your fingers for stability whilst painting thine fingernails. Or, did you know that if you pee on a jelly fish sting it will relieve the pain?  Ok, the last one is actually true.

 He Got Game.

          By now you could have guessed that Oprah fans are totally eating this garbage up! And they are willing to drop upwards of $156.25 per tube to get their fix. "If Oprah is pimping it then it must be good!" While I'm going to doubt there is any overlap in our fan bases, I would like to take the opportunity to speak directly to any Oprah-dite reading this at the moment. YOU ARE BEING DOOPED BY THE ANTICHRIST!! That's right! I said it. I can't stand Oprah. To me, she is the herald to all things fake and phony. The sad fact is that 90% of people are stupid. (Not you! You read Trox Talk. You're cool.) And the masses of mindless sheep will go along with anything if some snake oil salesman with a plastic (or prepuce-covered) smile presents it to them in the just the right way.

 You are beautiful.

            This writer can  hang his hat on one thing for certain. I just might have, in a round about way, managed to exact a little revenge on Charla's behalf (apart from bashing Ms. Winfrey in this here blog, she won't read it.) Thanks to her own greed driven line of cleansers, at some point, I may have transitively smacked Oprah Winfrey across the face with my junk...I highly doubt she has ever used the product herself though. If your mom uses it, does that make your dad and me eskimo brothers? That's right, and this was supposed to be a PG family friendly post.

 If your mom uses it, does that make your dad and me eskimo brothers? 

          

           What about you? Have you ever heard a freaky or disgusting story about a product that either made you go out and buy it, or never want to have anything to do with a particular brand? Everyone's heard the Taco Bell roach eggs myth at least once. Tell me about your urban legend in the comments section. Who knows, maybe it will end up a Trox Talk topic someday! You lucky dog. 

                                                                                                                 

                                                          Warmest Regards,

                            

                                      Trox

DAY SIXTEEN : IT GIRL

GUTEN MORGEN...:)

That is good morning in deutsch, well I know its not morning, but I learnt it today so just showing it off.

Well, another thing I have been doing these holidays is playing the game "IT GIRL" on facebook. It the easiest game, easier then the block game. The whole game is about shopping and dressing up.You ask me why I am playing it??? well, who doesnt like shoppin and dressing up? atleast I do!!

 In that stupid game I had a stupid boyfriend, who dumped me today, cause I wasnt paying him enough attention, giving him enough kisses, and buying him gifts.I am not making this shit up, its TRUE.

Its quite a different thing that I have new boyfriend now,again in the game, well he's much cuter then the earlier one, he's a real estate agent or something.The older one was a dentist.Now I have to keep that guy happy.

I went shopping today, got stuff I wanted from a long time. So happy :):)

And also my friends are coming tommorow, so very excited!!

Btw, that reminds me, my papa said a clear NO to me for the first time, I usually get permission for everything I ask for, he didnt even tell me anything when he saw my red hair, so i'm a little shocked.But I know he will let me or make other arrangements atleast.So no worries.

Have a nice day everyone.
I'll learn to say in deustch tomorrow..:)

I'm uploading the photo of the guy i'm totally crazy about, can do anything to touch his dimple, and I mean it!

This is JERRY, isnt he just cute and hot and everything together???!! he is my defination of HOT guy!!!

I can stare at this all day.

And total page views just crossed 1000!!! :):):)

Love you everyone, who ever visted to read my colours, double love you for those people who kept coming back, and triple love you for all the people I forced to read it!!

DAY FIFTEEN : THE BACHELOR and THE BACHELORETTE!

I don't want to do more questions on myself, first cause I'm bored writing about me, second who the heck cares about knowing me that well anyway! So anyone following my questions, make your questions.


No..no..no..no.. I like saying no..no..no..no..! oh well anyways... I am not quiting the 20 day challenge, but wont do questions about ME! Instead I write something random that comes to my head.

voice in my head :ah, random uh..that makes me feel so much better,its so much more interesting then writing about yourself!
me:What? are you being sarcastic?
voice in my head :Duh!
me:*ignore*

 well, from a month I am at home,thanks to my semester holidays,which btw have been extended for a week,which means more time at home so yay!!


 I have been watching a reality show with nothing better to do, in star one, daily night at 9, THE BACHELOR and now THE BACHELORETTE.


For people who don't know its a show where the guy/gal gets to meets 25 HOT gals/guys..and tries to find his/her wife/husband.

The process includes going on over the top romantic dates,unless you are dating some rich fucker like Sidharth Mallya or someone these will never come true.


Dates include the helicopter rides, dinner on the terrace of some huge building, candles everywhere, a couch to cuddle with  warm blanket, swimming with dolphins,dancing on the boat in the middle of the lake, hot water pool where you can relax and talk and do whatever you want, a band to play for you when you dance by the pool,private firework show, ice skating, ride on fire engine. And this is all I remember,there were more of it!

For the over night dates, yes there were over night dates too, you get to stay in a fantasy suite, which might be huge house fully decorated with candles and flowers with a pool,obviously.

Gifts include diamond necklace, diamond earrings, and 10 beautiful gowns out of which you can pick whichever you like!!!

At the end you can marry or you can dump,who cares anyways.
Who wouldn't want to live that life once.


PS: Finally reinstalled my laptop, no more viruses,its just running great!:)

The World's Coolest Nationalities

The U.S. was ranked at # 5 and Brazil at # 1. I guess I'm in the right places.

The World's Coolest Nationalities: Where do you rank?

Americans

Brazilians

DAY FOURTEEN

Your earliest memory



One of my earliest memory,is of the day my sister was born.

No, I don't remember how she looked or anything. But I remember standing outside the nursing home with  papa, there were lot of dead and some barely alive honey bee's on the floor. Papa told me not to step on it, cause it'll bite. When papa was telling me this, it actually bit someone, and that person was taken inside for injection or something. I was almost 3 at that time.

Another one, is my first day in new school.

My papa got transferred to this place when I was in UKG, we all had to shift there, so I had to go to this new school. I don't remember the name of the school, but it was a convent and it was huge or the little me felt so. My last school had only three rooms, one for baby sitting, LKG and UKG. So this was scary. I remember telling papa not to go, and he told me I'll be standing outside, you go inside. Obviously, he lied.

Dance practice

Well, in UKG in that huge school, there was a school day I think, so our teachers divided us into group of 2, a girl and a boy.I am writing this cause my partner, was the meanest, cruelest brat ever!!! He fucking used to pinch me all the time. I was this dumb female who didn't open her mouth to talk, let alone to complain about him to the teachers! On the day of the program,I was dressed in orange glittering frocks not the point here, they changed my partner, I had to go through all that for nothing..aarrggghhh!!

PS: Girl who used to sit beside me in 2nd standard used to pinch me too, yes I know I was a dumb kid.