Mathematics, a suicide and greens

On Saturday I passed through an exam. There were 10 Math questions. I solved all them. I asked my dad to correct the questions. My dad solved 8 (I guessed) and said that two questions would be annuled, because he could not solve them. Annuled?? But I solved them! I explained to my dad how I reasoned. He agreed and got quiet, it seemed that he was thinking: "How could she solve, and I could not?" I boasted of it, sure. And he kept smiling embarrassed: his feature, when he don’t know what to do :) Oh yes. Today the answers were published. I guessed all the Math questions! Can I boast of myself or not? :D

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Mom:Where’s that book ”Why do people get depressed?”I think it got depressed and kill itself, because I can’t find it...

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Me and my sister was talking about the personality of greens: broccoli is merry, cabbage is swine ("but it’s to tasty...": my mom); spring greens with onion is devious; tomato is funny ; beetroot is sweet, but also resentful; carrot is interfering; potato, boring; and lettuce is simple :D

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Today I'm so happy! :D

Allergy, laughs and friendship

I have never thought it would happen. Now I have allergy to detergent and cleaning products: small red points, on my fingers, that sting to contact to these things. What did I do? Now I have to use latex gloves. And I always though it was no necessary. At least my yellow gloves are from Scotch-Brite and smell of lemon :D

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Why is so great talking and laughing until crying as I’m lying down on my bed, before sleeping, talking to my sister, that is lying down on her bed, and can’t stop talking about the guy that is interested in her? “Being lying down on the bed” + “in the dark” + ”before sleeping “= “laughs” equation is always so exact that it should be studied by mathematicians : D

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Mom: Pree, can you read these two articles that I wrote?

Me: What am I gonna to earn by doing this?

Mom: My eternal friendship...

Me: What do I want this for?

Mom: Oh, no. You say this just because you know you already have my friendship...

Sure :D But I read the articles and gave my opinion because I’m a good daughter :D

Pieces of me

I have never broken a bone or a tooth
I have a gymnast flexibility , but I have never practiced any sport
I don’t drink coffe
I use to dye my feet nails
My dad taught me how to swim
I just use trainers to walk and run
I like walking barefoot
I had a ‘rainbathing’ (and I almost lost my sandal because of this)
People often say that my laugh is merry
I have allergy to some bugs (and once I almost die because of them)
I can’t whistle
I just started to use high heel after I was 15
I left music conservatory when I was 16
I joined university when I was 17
I wanted to be ballet dancer
I drew a lot when I was a child (and later I started to write)
I like incense smell
I think that a man that knows how to cook is attractive
I don’t forget a face or a name
I can’t resist to a French bread with butter
I have no phobia
I don’t click my fingers (and I don’t like watching somebody doing it)
Sometimes I dream I’m flying
I use to file my hands nails, but I hate doing it
I feel hurted by other people easily
I can forgive easily
I can laugh easily
I don’t like going to bed late
My piano is 20 years this year
I like listening to music as I have a shower or brush my teeth
I don’t like listening to Rita Lee songs
I enjoy dancing when I’m by myself
I don’t know how to dance
I was very melancholy
I had long, short and red hair, and now I’m blonde
I always wished to live abroad
I want to visit Morroco
I’ve already received international calls
I exchanged correspondence with a friend for 10 years
I have a friend that I met through Internet for 4 years
I had three ramsters, but no cat or dog
I want to have three children
I’m not afraid of dying

Miscellany

Strange things are happening. Suddenly I started to find scribbled letters on all around, or little yellow papers with little blue flowers make me remind something that never happened. From some melodies come scenes that can happen someday, but for the time being they are held into a bird, into a box, into a stone in the bottom of the sea, like that children’s story that I read many times. Sometimes the sound of drops falling down become a loud noise and I’m afraid of the connections between my nervous cells. Every slip can be fatal, and I look like walking barefoot over stones covered with green and humid moss. I’ve already wished to wash my brain with chlorine, but I think it won’t work. And sometimes I have to censure myself because I want to be the director, scripwriter and actress of my own college play. But I’m very stubborn. And as I censure myself, I get weaker. Maybe I like feeling weak. Maybe it’s good. And in certain moments, for some minutes, I’m not here, but very far. I feel like travelling to an inexistent present, that I dare to wish as a future present. Or a present future. It even can be a future inside a present. And when I wake up, I realize that I have more sets of scribbled letters than I did before. And together with the little papers come rolls of films, and drawings printed in photographic paper. I’m holding on to everything. But even if I did not want to hold on to, the indications would still be here. The doddles and the little birds drawn on the walls say everything. They are hummingbirds, and they know the truth and they know that I also know that, but I won’t confess not at all, then they fly, pretty, showing off their soft bright. But I’m save because, in spite of Christmas coming soon, I just have drawn scribbled letters and little birds. Inside myself, not over my skin. And as I am not a Christmas decoration, at least these things won’t become Christmas light and denounce myself. No, not yet. For the time being, I’m safe.

The hypotenuse of Christmas

"How is that formula of hypotenuse and legs of a right triangle?" This was the difficult doubt of my mom, and she needed the formula to do the model of ‘singing Christmas tree’ to choir children. "The square of the hypotenuse is the sum of the legs of the right triangle", I guessed. And I guessed wrong: the triangle got crippled – the poor hypotenuse was smallest than the legs of the right triangle, and it can’t happen.

The solution? Search on ‘dad of fools’, our dear and loved Google. Right formula: the square of hypotenuse is the square of the legs of the right triangle, your little fool girl. My mom made the count, and everything was right. Google saved Christmas. And my mom said to me: "I always believed that I would never need this formula in my life..."

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I don’t like Santa Klaus. For me, that smiling old man hides some sinister secret. That kind face, those rosy cheeks and that way of laughing hohoho sounds me very bad. Maybe that’s the reason why I don’t want my future children believe this. I even can hear my future sweet daughter saying to her colleagues in kindergarten: "Santa Klaus does not exist, he’s just a Christmas symbol!" - with that superior way that children show off when they demonstrate some knowledge. That’s it. In the beginning I’ll say that he’s a Christmas symbol. Later I’ll say that he’s a symbol that got the status of X-mas symbol through a Coke advertisement many years ago, and he was spread around the world just to make people buy much more.

But I’ll confess one thing: I love Christmas cribs. You’re a christian protestant; protestants don’t have Christmas ones! I know that, I know...shhhh can you say this lower, please? :D

As a diamond

__ Oh, I don’t know well...but it has to do with a diamond.

__ A diamond?

__ Yes.

He kept watching her, curious. What was that kind of answer? When he asked her the reason why she loved him, she gave him this answer. He was waiting for something like "you make me happy" or "you’re so cuddly", so he felt very confused. "This does not make sense! That’s crazy girl!"

She looked like reading his thoughts and smiled in a saucy way, as she ate the ice cream. "What does it mean? Diamond?", he thought. "The only one thing that comes to my mind is Gollum, from The Lord of The Rings, saying: My preciousss, my preciousss...but it’s obvious that it has nothing to do with that! What does she mean?"

She ordered italian ice cream with hot chocolate covering. He warned her that she would get dirty her fingers, but she did not mind – she was a determinated girl. Soon the ice cream started to melt and she, looking at him with complicity, licked her fingers, and she was not angry. His brother knew how to imitate Gollum perfectly. "My preciousss...my preciousss." She forgot to request the spade for the ice cream - or she did not ask on purpose? – and kept fighting against the sweet, that melted faster than she could eat, and it sounded her funny. "My preciouss...my preciouss." She licked her fingers again, and suddenly she realized that the wind threatened to throw drops of ice cream on her clothes. She laughed and spoke something about walking backwards, and it made him laugh too. Without showing annoyance, she started to walk following the direction of the wind, and she remembered the days when she was a child and her father bought her ice cream and said to her to walk this way, to not get dirty her clothes. He kept watching her. She laughed again, saying something about being defeated by a mix of milk, fat and chocolate. "My precious, my precious." She got dirty the mouth. He alerted her and she cleaned it with her tongue and smiled. He thought that she looked more enchanted, showing off her defiant way. She took out the rest of the cone from the napkin and ate it, so she tried to clean the finger with the napkin. It was impossible. The napkin was also dirty. Her face got a funny expression. She blew his hair and said, graciously, that needed to find a bathroom. He understood then.

__ I know what you mean. You love me because...you know you’re precious to me!

She smiled. He was anxious, waiting for her answer.

__ Love, you’re right...that’s it. How could you know that I feel this way?

__ Oh...I don’t know - he answered, laughing.

But he knew. There are things that we don’t have to say. There is a sweet and underground language that is behind the acts, is as strong as the words and is perceived by the heart…

(Thank Brian for helping me so thoughtfully. Cheers! :))