When and where: August 9-17, Mako, Hungary (organised transport from Ljubljana)
Price: €200
Application deadline: May 15.  Upon the advance payment of €120 your place is guaranteed. We unfortunately cannot offer refunds in the event of cancellation, since the money will be spent on room reservations. You can however transfer the fee to another applicant.
The remaining €80 are paid upon arrival.

Price includes: Breakfast, lunch, dinner,  accomodations, 8 hours of japanese language and culture lessons per day, a trip or two, partying, good company. Transport fees are NOT included!

We will take the train from Ljubljana to Budapest, where we will join the main group and then
travel together to Mako. (Near Szeged, southern Hungary)

In case of interest for a tour of Budapest, the departure or return date can be altered
to accomodate that.
That depends on the wishes of the applicants. The tour will cost an addittional €2 per person.

Minimal age for  applicants is 16 years! All applicants under 18 years have to provide a written note from their parents or legal guardians that clearly states that they agree that their children travel and participate at the camp AT THEIR OWN RISK!

Good command of English and/or Hungarian is strongly advised.

The camp is organised by the Chipuro Language School from Budapest

For additional information and applications contact Benjamin
email: benjamin@kijanca.org
phone: +386 (0) 31 577 636

A clip from the 2007 camp:

SEE YOU!

Kdaj in kje: 9. do 17. avgust, Mako, Madžarska (prevoz iz Ljubljane organiziran)
Cena: €200
Rok prijave: 15. maj. Mesto si zagotovite s pologom €120, ki ga v primeru odpovedi  ne dobite nazaj, saj z njim plačamo rezervacijo vaše sobe. Lahko pa prijavnino prenesete na drugo osebo. Preostalih €80 plačate na taboru.

Cena vključuje: Zajtrk, kosilo, večerjo, prenočišče, 8 ur japonskega jezika in kulture na dan,
izlet ali dva, zabavo, dobro družbo. Prevoz v ceno ni vključen.

Potovali bomo z vlakom do Budimpešte, kjer se bomo priključili glavni skupini ter skupaj odpotovali v Mako (blizu mesta Szeged na jugu Madžarske).

Možen je tudi odhod ali vrnitev dan prej, kar lahko izkoristimo za ogled Budimpešte (dodatek €2 na osebo).

Minimalna starost udeležencev je 16 let! Nepolnoletni udeleženci potrebujejo potrdilo staršev, ki jasno pravi, da se strinjajo, da se udeležijo tabora ter vseh vključenih aktivnosti na lastno odgovornost.

Močno priporočeno znanje angleščine in/ali madžarščine (organiziranega prevajanja v slovenščino ne bo)

Tabor organizira jezikovna šola Chipuro iz Budimpešte.

Za nadaljne informacije in prijave lahko kontaktirate Benjamina
email: benjamin@kijanca.org
telefon: 031-577-636

Utrinki lanskega leta:

SE VIDIMO!

We’re switching to Slovenian but that doesn’t mean there’s NEVER EVER going to be any English material on here. Just not so often ;)

Prejšnji keden smo poslüjšale, kak smo za sega boga v jeziki krijve moške. Jezik je seksističen zato, ka so ga moški meli prejk baje. Ka ne omenjan takših lepot, kak na primer budalaštino o ton, zakoj je keri onej keroga spola. Po teoriji gospodičen, ka so mele to seminarsko, je npr. “ladja” ženskoga spola zato, ka so tradicjonalno ladje meli v lasti moške. In to vala tak naprej nasplošno za stvari ženskoga spola. Tüj za državeje baje zato tak, ker so jih pač mele prejk moške. TistA Slovenija, Anglija, Italija, Madžarska, Amerika … In zato prej ka se pravi tüj, ka je država kak mate. Ja. Samo te se je pa pre Nemčije malo zblodilo, ker oni pač ne pravijo svoji državi mama ampak foter (Vaterland). Torej po analogiji prle omenjenoga lastništva te lejko sklepamo, ka so v Nemčiji že od nekda glavne ženske. Samo neeeej. Nemčija je pa prej Foterland zato, ka ŠE BOLE povdarjajo moškost pa ne ven ka, se prave zato, ka so še vekše seksiste pa nevenka. YAOYAOYAO!

No, kakkole že, gnes je bilo pa zanimivo.  Saj je bilo se malo zgrešeno ama najboukše del je pa bil, kda je ženska tolmačila moške oglase, pa razlagala, ka so oni ščeli z določeno stvarjo povedati.

Predlagan, ka uvedemo 11. zapoved, ka se naj glasi neka v stili: “Ne brode ka moške brode ker boš ZIHER narobe zbrodila!”

Neven zakoj neštrne ženske majo takšo potrejbo po ton, ka analizejrajo pa brodijo pa nevenkašese o ton, ka nekše moške pravi/piše. Neven, če san že da doživo, ka bi rejsan trufile. Samo nekše globše pomene iščete, štete med vrsticami in na konce zbrodite nekšo verzijo, štere tip keroga analizejrate nebi fküpznasenjo v 10 lejtaj.

No pa idemo poglednot zakoj bi to tak znalo bite.

Jama. Ogenj. V okoliške goščave küp žensk, ka nabejra jagode, okoli ognja se pa plodijo deca, ka jih tuj pazijo ženske. Majo časa kelko ščejo, nikšoga nevenkak mentalno zahtevnoga dela, pa pač tračkajo. To ka se jin ne vijde, ka njüov dragi nej prneso nikšoga mamuta domov že 2 kedna znajo zamotati tak ka 3 frtale vre gučijo kak je sunce božno pozijme. Iz toga pa te njüove sotrpinke preštejo, ka so rejsan nesrečne s svojin možekon. Te pa pridejo možeki domov, palik brez mamuta. Večer pred spanjon zača žena nekak možeka spitavati, če je kaj naroube. On povej, ka je nej mamuta nikšoga najšo, ona pa iz toga izpela, ka je več nema rad. Kda njemi tan zača mrnjavite, ka je prasec pa kak si lejko to dovole, jo on samo z blejdin gleda pa njemi je nej nika jasno, ka bouge je te takšoga pravo. Drugi den ona njegov stavek ponovi svojin kolegican in se se strinjajo, ka je on rejsan prasec, ka si je itaq ne zaslüjže.
Mož je tejčas pa na love. S kolegi so čista tiu in čakajo. Kunčno so najšli bar enoga mamuta, ka zgleda, ka se malo zgüjbo, in čakajo na primeren moment, ka ga bujejo. Si so tiu. No, grata jin, bujejo ga, si na kratko čestitajo in odidejo proti dome s cejlime pake mesa. Na poute debatejrajo, kak je fajn letejla Đoužijova sulica pa kak je Vlado fajn cigel vrgo mamuti v glavo. Enostavno in simple. In vglavnon DIREKTNO.

Point zgodbe? Moški ne gučimo med vrsticami. Moški ne pišemo med vrsticame. Oz. ka se popraven. Velka večina moškeh ne guči/piše med vrsticami. Zakoj? Ker je tou totalno kontra z našin načinon guča. Tuj gnesden. Znanstveno je dokazano, ka moške v povprečji guč na kakšon MSNji zaključimo 2x tak hitro kak ženske. Že pregovorno ženske več gučite. Ali ka, če nikdar nej to, ka bi mi naj razmile. Tak ka mamo 2 problema.

1)  Ženske gučite neka X in ščete povedati Y, samo mi še itaq razmimo samo X, ker pač neje v naši naravi, ka bi probali razmiti Y, če nan nešče guči X.

2) Moški gučimo neka X in ščemo povedati neka X, ker pa ženske nejste navajene enostavno razmiti povejdanoga ampak rajše iščete globlje pomene, iz toga X izpelate nekši Z, keri je po možnoste totalno kontra ali pa bar 90 stopinj mimo toga, ka je tip ščel prafte.

Ka napišen ednouk tak, ka de ja jasno ka ščen prafte:

ŽENSKE NETE NIKDAR RAZMILE, KA MOŠKI ŠČEMO PRAFTI, DOKLER TE POVEDANO ANALIZERALE.

Predstavlajte si tak. Moški smo kak binarni sistem. Če povemo 1 mislimo 1, če povemo 0 mislimo 0. Nega tü faz kak fejst mislimo 1 ale pa 0. Nega tü nekšeh zmejsnih vrejdnosti. 1 in 0. Če poven ja, to pomeni, ka mislen ja, oz. če lažen ne. Simpl!

Ženske ste kak 256tiški sistem. Nej samo, ka je trbej skoro doktorat, ka lejko človik vsaj zadovoljivo skapera ka dejansko povete, med vsen ka povete se skriva še vsaj 255 drugih opcij. Torej če povete ja, to lejko pomeni še mogoče, itaq, ja, ne, mrbit, perhaps, maybe, villeicht, sicher, ziher, njet, da, če boš priden, če neboš priden, če de lunin mrk, če nede lunin mrk, če de vütro šol dež, če de Dani napovedo dober veter za ladje na svojih zvezdah …

En dober pregovor prave, ka za uspešno sobivanje morete ženske moške mete fejst rade pa malo razmite, moški pa ženske meti fejst radi pa nanč nej probate razmite.

Boukše se prafti ne da. Ve morete razmite, ka vas mi nikdar nemo razmile, takak bi si ve to želele, in ka če neka ka povejmo lejko ma 2 pomena in je en od tej dveh takše, ka bi vas spravo v slabo volo, te ZIHER nejsmo toga mislile. Mogoče nejsmo komunikacijsko lvl 20 woman, takak ve, je pa naš Wisdom in Intelligence še itaq bar 12 (kar pomeni, ka smo nej budale). In da de to končno jasno, te de sen lepše na ton svejti.

Prevajanje je ena čudna stvar. Stavek lahko obrneš na milijone različnih načinov, lahko se igraš z besedami, lahko uporabljaš arhaizme (kjer je to primerno seveda) in kakršnekoli druge strukture, vendar le dokler se držiš zlatega pravila.
Ne uporabljaj hrvatizmov
in
Ne uporabljaj nemških struktur
Ti dve zlati pravili, ki bi ju lahko že ob vpisu na študij prevajanja, oziroma po novem medjezikovnega posredovanja, lepo natisnjeni z zlatimi črkami razdelili vsem brucom, ostaneta vodilo skozi ves čas študija. Večina profesorjev se ju drži kot pijanec plota. Vsaj enega, če že ne obeh. In rezultati? Če karkoli lahko povemo z glagolom, naj je tako. Uporaba samostalnikov namesto glagolske oblike je velika napaka, ker “ne zveni slovensko”. Bog ne daj, da se kaka fraza prevede dobesedno, ker če obstaja le kanček možnosti, da v slovenščini ta fraza ni širše uporabljana, bo obsojena na prečrtanje in večne muke v peklu. Ampak recimo, da je to še znosna zadeva. Večja zabava se začne s hrvatizmi in srbizmi (srbo-hrvatizmi?). Medtem ko pri strukturah prevladujejo nemcizmi in v manjši meri anglizmi, so posamezne besede izpostavljene hujšemu čistunstvu kot hrvaščina po razpadu juge. Po novem je “otvoritev” na spisku za odstrel, skupaj z “izmed” in podobnimi zadevami, za katere povprečnemu Janezu ne pade na kraj pameti, da mogoče niso lepe slovenske besede. Kar pa naši predragi lektorji pozabljajo je, da če je vsaka beseda, ki samo diši po homofonu v tujem jeziku prepovedana, potem slovenščina ostane takorekoč brez svojega besedišča. Poglejmo osnove. “Da/Ja” in “Ne”. Po taki !Retardirani logiki prva izhaja iz takorekoč kateregakoli drugega slovanskega jezika, druga iz nemščine, tretja pa je prav tako panslovanska. Poglejmo pozdrave. Dober dan : Dobar dan. Hrvatizem!!! Zdravo : Zdravo. Spet. Globalizacija ljudje! Ne pravim, da bi morali po sili uporabljati tujke. Težim le k temu, da se neha oteževati pisanje z neprestanim bitjem platu zvona ob vsaki besedi, za katero lektor pozna sozvočnico v katerem tujem jeziku. Temu se že lepo neknjižno reče TEŽENJE!! Oteževanje že tako težkega dela s teženjem, da ljudje naj bolj težijo k težnji po uporabi lepe, čiste in pristne slovenščine, katere zadnji govorec je umrl nikoli, ker je slovenščina umetni jezik, ki ga ne govori prav nihče. Če že hočemo imeti lep knjižni jezik, pa ga ne zadržujmo v preteklosti. Če bi bil to cilj praprapradedkov slovenščine, bi za inteligenco še zdaj vsi pisali kot oni in se pritoževali nad krščenim Matičkom, tristotimi kosmatinci in brcajočimi kokljami - v nemščini.

All is nice at our faculty. Supposedly. Yeah, we got WLan. Technically. ATM, me and Onix, the tech gurus of 3rd year translation here are staring in awe at the little box they conveniently call “antenna” instead of AP and are shocked to notice that it actually WORKS for the first time in ages. That also merits a very special line of text in this rant:

KUDOZ LITTLE GRAY BOX! STAY LIKE THAT AND I MIGHT NOT HAVE TO CHANGE MY GFX CARD!

Aaaanyh00. Why not just make a little PHP, CGI, RoR or whatever other cool acronymicly-named-technology based website, where the professors can simply CLICK if their classes are canceled? NOOO! That’s waaaay too much work. Instead they prefer the let-the-kids-simply-wander-through-all-news-of-the-past-2-years-aimlessly-searching-for-info approach.

ARGH!

Question… should women be in the army? Ok… I know this may sound pretty sexist… but I don’t think women should be allowed to join the armed forces. Sorry if I offended any of you… but that’s my humble opinion.

Now… you can’t state something without something backing that statement up, right. So here’s the deal:

First some basics, foundations or safety-measures that must be taken into account… after all… this is a sensitive subject. Not sensitive to me, but you know what I mean =)… gender differences and talking about them, let’s just say it never ends well…

• Everything I state is based on general facts… known to anyone thinking clearly… without anger, hormones or booze affecting him/her. Exceptions… do occur everywhere.
• The term army I will be using refers only to the running, shooting etc… the actually armed part of the armed forces. Higher ranking officers who don’t lift their butts when it comes to a fight (well… they do when it’s time to run) are not included.
• This is only my opinion… some might agree, some might not… like I care=)… there’s still freedom of choice…

Reasons… why women shouldn’t be in the army. Let’s see now, there are various reasons. We can start with physical reasons.

A female body cannot endure as much pain as a male body. Yes, you go through pain every month, bleed for several days and still don’t die and they say that labor pain is one of the worst pains ever. HOWEVER, the fact of the matter still stands; if a woman and a guy get hit or shot… the difference in how much pain they can handle and the way they will handle it will be obvious.

Men are more athletic, better at sports. Yes, everyone gets trained in the army, sure, but if 10 different people train 10 different results will be seen. How does being more athletic mean you’re better suited for the army… alright:

• Accuracy: Shooting; the guns won’t aim themselves. Throwing grenades… I don’t even want to start talking about the way women throw things. Women are dangerous to those around them even with a ball in their hands … not to mention a grenade. Well… they might be able to throw it 20 meters… but I wouldn’t want to be in the first line when Pam throws a grenade from the second. Nooooo thank yuz… I guess you’d call that collateral damage.
• Stamina, endurance; face it… if women and men train the same amout, the results the guy will show will be a lot better. Less fatigue, better stamina also a great difference in speed etc.
• Strength; A 50 kg woman carrying 50 extra kg of survival equipment… or even better… a 50 kg woman carrying her wounded comrade weighing 100 kg out of battle… right… A problem will already occur at using guns alone. Gun recoil… it’s not like in the movies where they wave their guns around while shooting them… even small pistols have a pretty strong recoil… not to mention bigger arms. Hey you… the 50 kg girl in the first line… here’s the rocket-launcher… go take that tank out… hmmm … I can already see that tank going up in flames … =) (Borat-style) not!

Mental reasons and intelligence. Well the pain you experience in the army is usually not only physical… it’s a mixture of mental and physical pain, the worst combo ever . Women will break down quicker went it comes to the pain (like torture for example… not to mention that a woman can also be tortured differently than a man). You can act tough and criticize this opinion all you want… but that still won’t make it wrong.

Another problem, a big problem women have is the need to actually kill someone. A big difference can be seen in the attitude towards killing animals already (sadly, but most women can’t even kill a spider without going through hellish mental problems and waves of guilt)… and killing a human is much more difficult.

Women are smart though and cunning and they could be useful as spies or higher officers… hiding … devising plans, strategies… thinking about ways how to trick the opponent… since women are really good at tricking people =). On the other hand, thinking too much in the army… the armed part of it… is just a distraction and can prove dangerous. Instinct is very important in the army.

Killing instinct, fighting instinct, survival instinct… sorry, but men surpass women in that field by a whole lot. It’s all connected with the way we are brought up. And we ARE still brought up in a different way, even in this modern society. While girls play with barbie dolls or they play kitchen, skip the rope etc… boys play video-games where they have to kill everyone… play with legos building things and play war with small plastic soldiers shooting each other. Another thing… technology, guns, machinery… women and those things; need I say more. =)

And now for some practical reasons:

• your husband goes to battle. It might come to casualties, it’s war after all. You can live on with your kids, maybe even get a new husband etc… If 50 women and 5 men survive repopulating will be much easier and faster than in the case that only 5 women and 50 men survive. Not to mention women are better with children… have that motherly instinct - and guys, well there are a few exceptions, but in general we’re not that good with kids. Some women will complain about all of this, but if you ask me… Being a widow sure beats the hell out of being a corpse.
• Women in the army influence the moral and concentration. A nice pair of legs running around might raise your morale, but it sure won’t do good things to male concentration. They might be used against enemies, but that would be exposing them to unnecessary danger. Anyone who can prove to be a distraction… and put not only herself/himself in danger, but his/her allies too… should stay away from the army.
• Responsibility and danger… if there is someone better suited for something and you could die and endanger others with your presence too… don’t join. Anything that can lower the number of casualties and mistakes has to be taken into account and used.And since men are much better suited for the army… Well, you probably know what I mean by now. =)
• Another important thing… “the deadly period” and health. Women do tend to live longer, but they have more health problems than men. Men don’t get sick as much, but when they do it’s usually pretty serious, while women get sick more often, but not as seriously (migraines etc.). WAR IS A CONSTANT DANGER… WE MIGHT NOT BE AT WAR NOW, BUT WE NEVER KNOW WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN IN 30 MINUTES. And when it comes to war… You cannot expect someone to call for a time-out during battle. You cannot walk up to your enemy and go,”I’m sorry, but I don’t feel well today, could we postpone this shootout till tomorrow?” One of my female friends commented this with,”but in the army they don’t eat too well and stuff, so women don’t get their periods at all”. If the army doesn’t eat well… then I don’t know how all those guys keep and even grow their muscles. You’ve got to eat pretty damn well to get muscles.

Well ok… some of the reasons I stated might be a little low, sexist etc… but think about each one and you’ll see that there’s truth in them. It’s just my opinion =)… there’s still freedom of choice, ‘equality’ and things like those… so anyone can choose anything they want. I know times change but with war… well, I’ll just end this with a quote:“War, war never changes.”

I’m not really get along too well with people, whose reasoning processes are based more on their EQ than IQ. But I simply can’t stand it, when people dismiss arguments purely on the basis on “it doesn’t sound right”, although the arguments are based on simple and direct logical reasoning. The common view of most of my female acquaintances, friends, colleagues and others is that I’m anEQ-challenged machist. Why? Well I do tend to question the balance of power, which is supposedly in men’s favor and I tend to disagree with women when they’re not making any rational sense. My ego certainly is huge, however I don’t think it impacts my ability to connect A to B and then conclude that if A == B and B == C then A == C, which is often completely incomprehensible to some people. But this is not supposed to be a bash on women (although from my point of view, speaking frankly, the vast majority of people, who disagree with me are, in fact, women) but more a question to reason.

In my simplified opinion, there’s 2 types of men. Those whose “dark side” is controlled and those whose isn’t. All men like to look at good-looking women. Period. Show me a man who claims that even while in a relationship never has, never does and never will even look at a cute pair of legs walking past him on the road and I’ll show you a liar. Or a saint - these fellers, however, tend to be quite rare. That’s the dark side. Now the type who actually has control over his more sinister nature will look at the legs, smirk to himself and walk away. The type who lacks that control however, will do anything in his power, to get that pair of legs to spread apart in the horizontal position.

I do have a simplified opinion about women as well. Again, 2 types exist. The controlling, uberpossessive and overly jealous completely self-unconfident hag, who has nothing better to do, than limit her man’s happiness is the first type. You recognize them by their men, who don’t even dare to check out the aforementioned legs, because they risk hell at best, if they get caught doing it. And there’s the self-confident woman, who doesn’t get intimidated by her man catching a glimpse of a random pair of walkers on the opposite side of the street (I’d say these are even rarer than the saints though :P).
You can guess, which woman (and man) makes the better partner.

There’s this philosophy I quite like myself:
Flirting is the essential part of happiness in life. ALL human contact includes some amount of it. As long it doesn’t mislead anybody to come to wrong conclusions and as long it stays completely harmless it’s OK, no matter who indulges in the sweet science of exchanging witty punchlines and even if someone hooks up with a stranger for a coffee, it’s no biggie. After all it’s completely natural, to widen the social network of acquaintances. It can come in handy in various situations throughout life. It’s a thing of the couple, where to draw the line. But I seriously dislike it, when people try to brainwash (or just bug someone) into accepting their theory about much and too much flirting.

I know people, who think that a happily coupled girl/guy doesn’t/shouldn’t feel a need to meet new people of the opposite sex unless it’s inevitable. “AND IF YOU MEET SOMEONE NEW YOU BETTER DON’T EVEN SMILE TOO MUCH!!!” That’s something you’d get to hear from the negative type of the woman, or most men (who in general have lower self confidence, when it comes to their women, than vice versa).
I once mentioned to some (girl)friends that I think everything goes until it gets physical in the sexual sense. They were appalled to say the least. Comments ranged from me better being happy that I have a GF who sticks with me despite me obviously being a total nutcase, to hilarious lines like that if I ever happen to get dumped by my s/o, I’ll spend the rest of my day in involuntary celibacy, because no other women are crazy enough to want to have anything to do with me.
Due to their extremely EQish perception, which launches a counterattack without even considering all facts, they failed to realize though, that I was saying that the rules apply to BOTH sides. I am COMPLETELY against ANY type of one-sided rules in a REALationship. This goes from paying 50:50 (or according to financial capabilities), to getting the right to sleep with another person if your partner does. And before some IQ-challenged EQ-oriented person jumps at that, calling me names, I suggest you notice that I didn’t say anything about actually using the right.

As funny as it might sound to the people (women) who know me, I’m completely for 100% emancipation, equality, same rights for everybody and all the other kinds of not-making-differences-based-on-stupid-things.
Now my definition of the abovementioned happens to include the duties as much as the rights. I like hearing about stereotypical sex-biased differences. I actually like researching differences and discrimination. I do work from the male viewpoint though, since women have (had) more than enough workers for their side. The most typical two stereotypes are:

Men are paid more for the same efficiency
Nobody takes women seriously

#1 is inherently retarded. It’s the era of capitalism. Whole industries move to the third world (or 2nd at least), because it’s cheaper. I can’t really imagine a business paying €100 if they could only pay €90 and get the same result. SOMEONE would notice the potential in saving €120 per employee per year and USE IT! On the other hand, in the USofA, chairwomen get paid more than men on average. Go google for statistics if you don’t believe me.

#2 is women’s own fault. How can a sane person take someone seriously, if they can’t competently participate in a debate? I haven’t EVER participated in a debate, where a woman wouldn’t be taken seriously, IF she made sense. I have quite a few really smart girl friends, who always provide good arguments in more or less scientific debates and I can’t recall anybody not taking them seriously in a serious debate. Of the 3 people whose opinion I value the most, 2 are women after all. The sad part is, some women think they can get credibility by wearing a low-cut dress instead of actually making sense. AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN! That can actually ruin (or at least worsen) your chances even if you DO make sense. Our dark side kind of interferes with our logical thinking and so we fail to see your point due to seeing too much of something else. And unless we’re really REALLY interested in what you have to say, we just won’t care about your 1337 knowledge about whatever.

I’m getting kinda bored with writing this, although It’ll probably prove useful in the future. If nothing else, I’ll just refer the next gazillion people, who call me a pig, to this post. I’ve said all of this numerous times and I’m slowly growing tired of having to defend my viewpoint. Yes, even though I criticize women, I actually like them. I criticize men as well. But everyone is used to men being criticized, so nobody pays any attention to that, while saying that a woman is less then perfect is blasphemy, which almost requires an immediate inquisitional process. Even though I like to look, chat, meet and flirt with other girls, I do love my GF. I firmly believe that jokingly saying stuff to other girls is better than (can you jokingly “do stuff”?) doing stuff to other girls and if someone says that saying (or god forbid thinking) something is the same as doing it, I won’t hesitate to remove him/her from my list of intelligent people. And I don’t care if you don’t care if you get removed. Just don’t expect me to take you seriously afterwards. I’m only human. I need a vent. And there’s no way I’ll apologize for venting sheyat outta my system as long I do it in a completely morally legal and legal legal way.

And for all the women out there, who feel offended by men grading women based on looks - GET OVER IT! It’s just a convenient way of quickly reminding a (usually male) friend of somebody you both saw. You might think it’s objectifying women but then you’re just stupid - sorry. If you would be thinking logically, you’d see that saying “the 8+ of last night” isn’t any worse than saying “the one with big tits, nice ass and sexy eyes”. If I ask a girl friend to describe someone, she’d start describing the looks. Such and such hair, hair color, eye color, type of clothes, color of clothes, shoes, bla bla bla. Same shit. I say chicken, you say that-animal-that-used-to-have-feathers-and-is-now-neatly-packed-and-ready-to-get-roasted-with-potaters. And if it makes you feel better, a select few have developed a scale, which takes into account all of your other traits, virtues, vices, perks etc. But that usually fscks up a woman’s rating. Sorry, we’re picky too, when it comes to personality. Actually, we’re MORE picky than you gals, when it comes to personality. That is, once we really start looking for the one to settle down with. Till then, looks will suffice.

Besides, I’ve never met a good-looking woman criticizing the looks-scale >:]] I wonder why that is.

So, I guess I’ll begin by praising all the great Capoeira names that joined us for a bit under 20 wonderful hours of kicking, screeching (or singing, depending on the individual person), falling down, laughing and staring in awe.
So, we had the honor of being in presence of

Mestre Salvador, 52, who, in roda, gives the impression that he is EVERYwhere. I have never ever in my life got as many slaps and kicks together, as in those short few minutes in the past days, donated by him, and he also managed to “reward” my (too slow) evade with a nice kick to the kidneys (luckily he used just enough strength to send a clear message :P). Long story short, by the third day, I was literally running away from him in a roda.

Contramestre Shiga. A Brazilian Japanese, or Japanese Brazilian or whatever you want to call him, he is the one that amazed me more with his looks than anything else. His upper arm was about as thick as my wrist, he however didn’t only have a 6pack but more like a 12pack. Seriously, the guy was all muscle, and NONE of it was simply blown up. It was pure muscle and because it only had to move around bones and no fat, he moved as gracefully as a cat in the dark. I don’t know what his apelido might be, but I’d definitely call him Contramestre Gato.

Contramestre João Paolo. Or Contramestre Speedy in my opinion. I don’t know if he’s always like that or he just absorbed all the energy in the air, he is however extremely fast. Moves fast, talks fast … Didn’t get to play with him in the roda, oh well. There will be another chance, I’m sure of that.

Contramestre Pena. Now he is a story for himself. It might suffice to say that his first greeting to us all was a backflip. Over the weekend he continued to do various flips and really put the category “acrobatics” into Capoeira. An interesting fact about him is that he holds the berimbau with his right hand. Still sounds great though :D

And finally our own Professor Alegria. This was the first time I really understood why he got the apelido Alegria (Joy). But why write about him. Just come to a training and experience his teachings for yourself :) http://www.capoeiratb.com has all the information you need to do that.

So Friday. 6 PM. The show started. Everyone was still fresh and full of anticipation. We started with Mestre Salvador’s training. At first glance, it was way harder than Professor Alegria’s, however after a few hours of doing many new things and playing in the roda, we felt strangely fresh. Until next morning that is. Next day started at 9 AM. Went there zombiefied and basically spent all the time till after lunch in the zombie-like state, even though the Maculele almost got me to wake up entirely. The evening was great though. After more of Capoeira and another roda which included some samba this time, we went for dinner. Actually dinner came to us, and we ate, danced and had fun till midnight. The next day was the last day and we still had to get at least SOME sleep.
Sunday was a bit more relaxed for some (of us), who instead of getting butchered with yet another Capoeira lesson with the never-tired Contramestres João Paolo and Pena rather tried to learn the art of playing the berimbau, which is a surprisingly hard feat, considering the instrument only has one string. Truth be said, my left pinky finger is still numb :P

Anyway, it was fun and I can’t wait for the batizado. Hopefully at least Mestre Salvador will join us again. I’d love to play with him for my first cordão.