tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19776820920564212672024-03-19T04:03:47.761-07:00Sarices LondrinasNo, there's no place like London... (Mr. Sweeney Todd)LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-29440434631371514472009-10-06T15:27:00.001-07:002009-10-06T15:27:58.900-07:00The reason why I cannot communicate with non-set people anymore...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 102, 153); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><hr width="100%"><br />During a re-lighting the DP and the Camera Operator end up arguing. The DP says sex is 90% work and only 10% pleasure. The Operator argues the opposite: 90% pleasure and 10% work.<p>They can't agree, so seek a 3rd party to arbitrate. The only person around is the Loader. They ask him his opinion. He asks them if he could speak freely, and they tell him to go ahead.</p><p>He answers, "Well, if you really ask my opinion, I'd say it's all pleasure, for if there was any work connected with it, you'd have me doing it!"</p><div align="right"><span style="font-size:-1;">Mart Weiss</span></div></span>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-31632796616668673672009-06-11T06:53:00.000-07:002009-06-11T06:55:42.197-07:00Snif<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyyWBVZmV2E_JNFNsacwHsDLlTtkpVAb2ZHsxOBkhl4Z9PXCXhsT-CsuqxdksFQrX4lKzKKEtFz_6hitw4mEsXwdWdTE-o0Y3owDSL40CRwRkSWyjs0SOLblrJqEE-ygCZllhwknZnWwjj/s1600-h/prince+charles.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346068343336720226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyyWBVZmV2E_JNFNsacwHsDLlTtkpVAb2ZHsxOBkhl4Z9PXCXhsT-CsuqxdksFQrX4lKzKKEtFz_6hitw4mEsXwdWdTE-o0Y3owDSL40CRwRkSWyjs0SOLblrJqEE-ygCZllhwknZnWwjj/s400/prince+charles.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-50271754862931309772009-05-31T17:11:00.001-07:002009-05-31T17:14:36.773-07:00Strawberry Love<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJW7rAUFGmvWcsEu62yZtIMxBLUnPwrKTQUgUpSvAo25T0pby3flgEExQH6jlYBpKE86KREiYwr_IYRjdJMhFmzuzhwhTGR565Lu3q70V-COxbhdD7e_nTcPsWS8d6fr2xIGzp3ik67fDn/s1600-h/DSC05851.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342145814495958914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJW7rAUFGmvWcsEu62yZtIMxBLUnPwrKTQUgUpSvAo25T0pby3flgEExQH6jlYBpKE86KREiYwr_IYRjdJMhFmzuzhwhTGR565Lu3q70V-COxbhdD7e_nTcPsWS8d6fr2xIGzp3ik67fDn/s400/DSC05851.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">pic credits: Sara Galvao, May 2009</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6fM58-NYo9nKuxfAGHhA-h1Qx6JmIlMU8acmh1xB7mc6SEM8zRkwO0RQAeVaw1jTA8E1kayPTEEVi4RQylUb0FrQEKbo0MiaBiOUwRL1TFkSyMIh-cNkEZeWA_fpaYRI_6iJpSPhMJ6N/s1600-h/DSC05817.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />He was kinda like always<br />Little boy's freckles<br />Not so perfect smile<br />Eyes algae grass sea<br />And I don't know why<br />I that danced on that eyes' grass<br />I that embraced the leaves and branches of that look<br />I that swam and held my breath not to hurt his iris<br />And when I came up to catch my breath and good cheer and love pomegranates apples<br />Strawberries<br />I found him wallowing<br />In the darkness of my eyes.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Sara C</span></strong></div><br /></div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-35010338624285779132009-05-12T15:49:00.000-07:002009-05-12T15:54:35.681-07:00A bit of poetry from Halina Poswiatowska<span style="font-size:78%;">Photo copyright:Demonmiss27, 'Lonely Rose', Deviantart</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUPOPrK87o2aqOfDMQD6SmFkG8AxfJpD_-7MOHcbH0yT4LTe4FTQoZC5lBMtlBCuKC36vOhK8C41Rqg6OZKeaAdhQeIvoDuj81IkJzlBPlad3mplKt4_RhGlyEPRMNNuWp4StFj0bWXWv/s1600-h/Lonely_Rose_by_Demonmiss27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335074442160388546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUPOPrK87o2aqOfDMQD6SmFkG8AxfJpD_-7MOHcbH0yT4LTe4FTQoZC5lBMtlBCuKC36vOhK8C41Rqg6OZKeaAdhQeIvoDuj81IkJzlBPlad3mplKt4_RhGlyEPRMNNuWp4StFj0bWXWv/s400/Lonely_Rose_by_Demonmiss27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">share with me<br />the daily bread of my loneliness<br />fill with your presence<br />the absent walls<br />gild<br />the nonexistent window<br />be a door<br />above all a door<br />which can be thrown<br />wide open</span></div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-17914825226326250752009-05-11T10:51:00.000-07:002009-05-11T10:52:26.636-07:00Some random things i've learned so far in London1. Schneider lens!!!<br />2. The circle of confusion!!!<br />3. Kelly calculator!!!!<br />4. SD card!!!!LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-8145627395779174792009-04-22T15:24:00.001-07:002009-04-22T15:26:07.585-07:00Photo no. 3: the busy life of a film student...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBj6_RNDWmNRtI69OvFiI3MFOfwIPIzJYYVU0BxvKR9T-mYm-q6U-6OcdKsx019QOZBe_Vwm6uL5I_5DpfGoRAgHvomkmPFexwWpnqEwg_EOfGX3yD7NADEFOg1Hkf-IEMT0MN0cPqymdK/s1600-h/DSC05616.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327645562247409746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBj6_RNDWmNRtI69OvFiI3MFOfwIPIzJYYVU0BxvKR9T-mYm-q6U-6OcdKsx019QOZBe_Vwm6uL5I_5DpfGoRAgHvomkmPFexwWpnqEwg_EOfGX3yD7NADEFOg1Hkf-IEMT0MN0cPqymdK/s400/DSC05616.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-62287455749963665312009-04-22T15:20:00.000-07:002009-04-22T15:24:25.880-07:00And this is what came with it...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWNADqNpdwQTAWUmGTMx-exX7-Q-VU6LzoW8IZeEQpjxujBdr_AglJHXFAbmGWG0nmJEAX5j5gTyo1Fpn2qpOhgNJoBj21m3UrYE7iSEu8-so9BCnjyBXVy4XWKS6-13gChL3Xyf8ub_xT/s1600-h/DSC05615.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327644947723962674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWNADqNpdwQTAWUmGTMx-exX7-Q-VU6LzoW8IZeEQpjxujBdr_AglJHXFAbmGWG0nmJEAX5j5gTyo1Fpn2qpOhgNJoBj21m3UrYE7iSEu8-so9BCnjyBXVy4XWKS6-13gChL3Xyf8ub_xT/s400/DSC05615.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzeAAdMG854BKbSd09vSpqm13zrHibgHAxcBREI2wTD-NzwlfyrWkR2qhWCce9uDN6uKQm5TuqXbbu0QwCTVMoZccjfRqgNgofUiC_89XCPMIzhwzlX7NDkNiF4yHIykR0OoTcZhUUvoM/s1600-h/DSC05614.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-81669992861761933272009-04-22T15:15:00.001-07:002009-04-22T15:20:26.123-07:00The most travelled Chocapic Box in the whole World<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01nbA-HDpJwFqT4gKARaimZWbI7oReU5JxBl0bdse7_n3xWVi26P2yaTTaIUPH4tCXkijoNk_-h1hnzG8YIrQLNVODWoGFomH5EXE6KbJvG6U4I2hlZRmTCCtpjHeeILTIor7WOGgWo2n/s1600-h/DSC05613.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327643426815121698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01nbA-HDpJwFqT4gKARaimZWbI7oReU5JxBl0bdse7_n3xWVi26P2yaTTaIUPH4tCXkijoNk_-h1hnzG8YIrQLNVODWoGFomH5EXE6KbJvG6U4I2hlZRmTCCtpjHeeILTIor7WOGgWo2n/s400/DSC05613.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Thanks to Sininho. .D </div><div> </div><div>(I thought seriously of waiting till Saturday and go to Westminster take a photo of the box next to Big Ben, but... nahhh...)</div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-59860091487193000382009-04-17T12:50:00.000-07:002009-04-17T12:51:31.407-07:00Please, Gods!!!! I've a shooting!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBPc-kbwCH_OXgbDgedh7tWV80946xTao6zW_2vhXAN99H71qakYMfT1sG0BQSNhcfoz9LtprPmAlL8RfIG9NX9ruaS7MFms0Qm2Qdh-QQ1kYdXWyuYERhkGEXgcdi1RtxZzBGwlZ7cam/s1600-h/weather+saturday.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325750307455515602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBPc-kbwCH_OXgbDgedh7tWV80946xTao6zW_2vhXAN99H71qakYMfT1sG0BQSNhcfoz9LtprPmAlL8RfIG9NX9ruaS7MFms0Qm2Qdh-QQ1kYdXWyuYERhkGEXgcdi1RtxZzBGwlZ7cam/s400/weather+saturday.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-63546314652684714652009-04-14T13:48:00.000-07:002009-04-14T14:13:24.434-07:00And it's been three weeks...<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPozskBnrEg2XaDMPq8mi6jdpcluIwdW-MY7KasIj1QTDIOm9CsbFyzqyqbP2CIhJ4jHu0SbJl6lf8OSB5zUf9uvwbk3jqk2K9XnhpHw4I6bAteyxwpYtS5dGXohQV-i5h6SiOLHf2scoP/s1600-h/DSC05461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324652521919514802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPozskBnrEg2XaDMPq8mi6jdpcluIwdW-MY7KasIj1QTDIOm9CsbFyzqyqbP2CIhJ4jHu0SbJl6lf8OSB5zUf9uvwbk3jqk2K9XnhpHw4I6bAteyxwpYtS5dGXohQV-i5h6SiOLHf2scoP/s400/DSC05461.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">copyright Sara Galvao 2009 </span></em></div><div align="justify"> <span style="font-family:arial;">Am I enjoying myself? Well, I think I'm starting to. I mean, it's not like it's been all partying and having fun, but I feel getting used to the city and its lovely from-all-over-the-world inhabitants. Plus, so far the </span><span style="font-family:arial;">school has been quite exciting, and I really feel I'm learning loads of things, most of them very useful for my future. These week while hearing about Avid non-linear system I was wondering how perceptive was Fernando Pessoa when he wrote: <strong>Primeiro estranha-se, depois entranha-se. </strong>Yes, I know he was speaking of Coca-Cola, but he also had the experience of changing from one country to </span><span style="font-family:arial;">another, so he knew what he was speaking. Though I never felt that an alien here. I mean, it was my dream since I was twelve, it is like I already know the city by heart (well, the most touristic areas, anyway), but apart from the strange concept of good food that they have, is quite homely around. People are nicer than one could thought about, if you keep an eye for bargains you can even spend less in food and other stuff than I would in Portugal, and the respect they have for culture and nature is quite inspiring. Going to the park just to read is not being nerd around here, it's being NORMAL. And I love to feel normal once in a while, thank you a lot. :D</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-2793087462691127882009-04-13T10:49:00.000-07:002009-04-13T10:56:15.672-07:00Sun in the streets of London....<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzxM1tjeWrfR1jJ4LEkVpqe72Ww6URIAhsuUmBYUVRFPHMag51_H_jc2dfRsILP4hka4ziW3f-ZRYY3nufDRxvutDl2NkQNyFHN1Ze1UTG-RzkrM_B_zZhnLEGoEKQeESFomTySIYcENu/s1600-h/DSC05486.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324235149352442834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzxM1tjeWrfR1jJ4LEkVpqe72Ww6URIAhsuUmBYUVRFPHMag51_H_jc2dfRsILP4hka4ziW3f-ZRYY3nufDRxvutDl2NkQNyFHN1Ze1UTG-RzkrM_B_zZhnLEGoEKQeESFomTySIYcENu/s400/DSC05486.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:arial;">copyright Sara Galvao 2009<br /></span></em><br /></div>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-20221278230800396572009-04-02T14:38:00.000-07:002009-04-02T14:39:21.979-07:00I really, really must visit Scotland...<a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/21/20090402/tuk-snap-we-ve-got-a-ghost-photo-too-6323e80.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://uk.news.yahoo.com/21/20090402/tuk-snap-we-ve-got-a-ghost-photo-too-6323e80.html</span></a>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-24370431689097634432009-04-01T15:52:00.000-07:002009-04-01T16:02:45.293-07:00Things I just LOOOOVE, here<span style="font-family:arial;">1. Film schoooool</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">2. Charity shooooops</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">3. Marylaaaand biscuits</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">4. Blueberry muffins & cheaper doughnuts</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">5. Cheaper MacDonalds</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">6. Cheaper Internet (I mean, at home, in cyber cafes it's too way expensive)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7. Redhaired boys</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">8. The accent, my dear</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">9. Parks, huge parks</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">10. Plain streets</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">11. Museums, galleries and so on</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">12. The price of books</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">13. Free events</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">14. Squirrels and ducks</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">15. The five-minute sun moments</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">16.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">The riverside</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">17. Bargain hunting</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">18. Coats & any clothes in general you can imagine </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">19. People just don't care what you're wearing (a great opportunity to try on strange clothes)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">20. Red buses!!!! </span>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-47646256868631284552009-04-01T15:35:00.000-07:002009-04-01T15:50:27.437-07:00Things I do kinda miss from Portugal...<span style="font-family:arial;">1. COFFEE, DECENT COFFEE</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">2. My family (ok, they should be the first item, but it's for the joke's sake...). Note: My family includes, of course, Dumas. :D </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">3. Internet piracy!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">4. Good weather. Yeap, I know. But here it's never COLD enough, only rains...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">5. Cheap raw beef. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">6. Cheaper fruit. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">7. Friends and so on. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">8. Marco d'Almeida.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">9. Crappy television. Here it's not crappy enough, just weirder. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">10. Decent, well made food in general. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">11. Normal traffic.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">12. Milk that doesn't taste sweeter than sugar or fruitier than an apple.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">13. Zebras and traffic walking lights that are understandable.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">14. Garbage bins in the street. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">15. Cheaper transportation, specifically trains. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">16. Non-brick houses</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">17. Name streets that don't just vary st., ave., cl., rd., etc etc</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">18. Typical pastries...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">19. Malls, big malls and supermarkets where you can buy anything within the same place</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">20. Chocapic!!!!</span>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-72667137867856557562008-10-27T13:24:00.000-07:002008-10-27T13:46:08.681-07:00The truth, and nothing more than the truth (so I marry Clive Owen)<span style="font-weight: bold;">Day one, 14th October<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. </span></span>Ratatuille is not that bad, after all...<br />2. Too many people in the train at 5 am, I'm afraid<br />3. Lovely comfy chairs at the Porto Airport.<br />4. Stansted is ugly and small. Weather: windy. Looking for the best coach deal to go to London . Terravista chosen. 14 pounds, both ways. The woman in the attendance was Welsh, or something. Hard time understanding unheard accents.<br />5. Easybus: <span style="font-weight: bold;">13 pounds, </span>both ways. Damn!<br /><br />6. One hour to reach the Big Smoke. Excited, but sleepy. Security rules? Why? What for? Security belts? Argh?<br /><br />7. (one hour after) I think we're not in Kansas anymore...<br />8. Is THIS London?<br />9. You're f*cking kidding<br />10. This looks like any English city, whatsoever. Give me proof.<br />11. Look, there's a miniature of the Tower of London outside! Wow. Like Portugal dos Pequenitos in Coimbra. They're doing some building work there, though.<br />12. Wait a second... THAT IS THE TOWER OF LONDON! MY CAMERA, MY KINGDOM FOR MY CAMERA!<br />13. Tower Bridge, we're passing the Tower Bridge! I'm feeling excited!!!!!<br />14. Tate Britain, we've just passed Tate Britain! STOP THE COUCH!<br />15. Where the hell is Big Ben?<br />16. There it is... wait. No. False alarm.<br />17. I always though Big Benjamin to be like Eiffel Tower. You see it everywhere, wherever you are.<br />18. London Eye? London Eye! So WHERE THE F*CK is Big Ben?<br />19. BIG BEN!!! Photo, photo, photo! Flash, flash, flash!<br />20. Victoria Coach Station. Out and to Victoria Train Station. Out and to Victoria Underground Station. I think we're lost... where is the pub?<br />21. Shakespeare Pub (how appropriate!), drinking a terrible hot chocolate.<br />22. Daniel came and picked us up. Let's meet our room for the stay.<br />23. Meeting Alex and going out for a walk to... Covent Garden. ;D<br />24. Buckingham Palace. Who cleans this place?<br />25. St. James Park.<br />26. SQUIRRELS! LOADS OF FLUFFY SQUIRRELS!<br />27. Green Park and the Mall<br />28. Trafalguar Square. National Portrait Gallery. LET ME IN!!!!!<br />29. Picadilly. Wow. Everything is so smaller than it looks in the postcards...<br />30. Covent Garden. There are the musicians! And more building work. Gosh...<br />31. Cheap pizza. I think I can be happy here...<br />31. Looked like Daniel Radcliffe, but it's impossible.<br />32. Leicester Square. The premiere place. Odeon and stuff. Hum...<br />33. Going home to take some rest<br />34. Going out to meet the night life. The Roxy, at the Soho. New scheme to ride the bus without paying.<br />35. Great alternative music became boring electro. Let's go home to sleep... tomorrow I must do some DIY cultural tourism...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /></span>LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-65485418262789610652008-10-27T09:20:00.000-07:002008-10-27T09:39:26.648-07:00Trouble in the streets of London...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnB_cFbAZBlXlYFSpp2-WhtINEg1wf3ISRZ6WoNFP66DAd7lyAa6IYGuoo2vo81MCY4_ZTyNNmZ6zhs8JjQAITbFjc-sH_KRHSCL2aECB5Q0igFDqtbrCUFgT9wpFZhV2wKlUgkb88zmWK/s1600-h/DSC04772.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnB_cFbAZBlXlYFSpp2-WhtINEg1wf3ISRZ6WoNFP66DAd7lyAa6IYGuoo2vo81MCY4_ZTyNNmZ6zhs8JjQAITbFjc-sH_KRHSCL2aECB5Q0igFDqtbrCUFgT9wpFZhV2wKlUgkb88zmWK/s400/DSC04772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261870186441703522" border="0" /></a>Well, how well did I do in my first visit to the Big Smoke? Not that well, I'm afraid. First of all, that city is f*cking big. Thank the gods it's plain, so you can walk everywhere, and if you're a sadistic as myself, you can try to go Victoria Station - Tate Modern in the morning, and then back (for lunch at the Victoria's Subway - which ISN'T the Underground), and then catch the bus to the British Museum (Tottenham Court Rd), then spend one and a half our inside looking at the mummies, catch the bus again to Notting Hill, walk all the way through Portobello Rd, and then decide to come back to Victoria by the Hyde Park. Then you'll know how mad I am.<br /><br />And never, never, never, start eating cookies on Hyde Park. Take a close look to the geese & ducks. They're dangerous. They have teeth.LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977682092056421267.post-46780116797245630382008-10-07T11:41:00.000-07:002008-10-07T11:44:05.328-07:00New Times Ahead(no, it ain't the tagline for the new Potter...)<br /><br />After www.saricesartisticas.blogspot.com, I decided to close it (after all, it was my university life blog, and I'm not there anymore... - easy on the copyright, Todd Haynes...)<br /><br />And 'cause a new life has just begun (I hope), or is about to (next week my first time in London, then on March I'll close my old blog and open this one, officially), well... what the heck.LadyShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17118582993298182028noreply@blogger.com1