For many people of my generation this meant a huge deal. The Toy Story franchise represents our childhood, I remember watching constantly Toy Story 1 on VHS, loving Woody, listening to the soundtrack on cassette while being in the back sit of my parent’s car. We surely, I surely, didn’t want to be disappointed by this new film. I surely was not.

SPOILERS!

So as Andy grows up he has stopped playing, like all teens, with his old toys. They’ve all remained in his bedroom and they have not been played with, of course they are all bitter about this, Woody certainly misses Andy but remains faithful to him, unlike most of the other toys. When the time to go to collage comes Andy has to clean up his room and decide what to take to college, what to save in the attic and what to throw away, so when faced to the old toys, he ends up keeping them all but Woody in the attic, with the latest going to college with him. But of course things get complicated and somehow the bag of toys destined to the attic end up going to the curb. They escape from the bag but they all feel betrayed and desperate, thinking Andy was going to throw them away, regardless of what Woody, who saw all the mess and knew that Andy wanted to keep them, says. So the toys decide to go to a daycare centre and here’s where all the adventure begins and of course, the many, many escapes.

END OF SPOILERS!

Toy Story 3 was much better than the very first film, let me tell you. The producers learnt from the mistakes of the second film, corrected them all and improved everything that made the first one the masterpiece it was at the time, Toy Story 3 is an instant classic.

The way the new characters are developed was not awkward at all, like it was in the second film, and the general plot was simple yet realistic (for a child’s film) and plain funny. You sit there and in my case, ever since they get in this plastic bag and try to break free using Rex’s tail the fun begins and never dies until the credits. There’s sarcasm, there is satire, obvious jokes, physical jokes, everything. It made me cry of laughter.

It also provides the older audience and the young kids growing up with good lessons. There is a point when Andy has to face the fact that he has grown up, that he needs to move on with this life and leave some things behind and I felt really identified with that.

I claim Toy Story 3 as the best film of 2010 so far (here comes Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 after all!) and I give it a 10/10

My family has agreed to try my vegetarian hamburger later today for dinner. This is also the first time I’m making one of those but really, I’m also a beginner when it comes to anything kitchen related.

This is what I’m going to cook.

Boiled Rice:

- White Rice

- Onion in pieces

1. – Wash the rice.

2. – Get ride of the water.

3. You need to put the rice in a pan. No condiments, no oil. Just the rice.

4. – Liquidize the onion pieces and put the result on the rice.

5. – Add water to the rice. Wait for it to evaporate.

Cooked rice without condiments. Yay.

Now the burgers. You need:

1. – Textured Soy Protein, choose the one with hamburger form. It comes in packages like this:

2. – Integral wholemeal bread. I’m using this type:

3. – Lettuce, Tomato, Button mushrooms, Cucumber, Onion.

To cook the protein you only need to take one piece and put it on some water to hydrate it, should look like this:

Then put it to heat with the bread. In the meantime you can cut your button mushrooms in slices after washing them and put them in the pan. To know when they are ready they must be all brown. Add the vegetables after the protein is finished.

Enjoy your vegan burger!

So today was the first day of this recovering of my eating disorder. All this week I don’t have to stay in the clinic, which is good since today is my birthday I wanted to be at home. However this is supposed to be an exploratory week. I talked to several nutritionists today and they created a diet for me. It is about 5 times what I ate and hundreds of calories more. But I already started. Scary and all, I do want to be healthy.

So today I ate

1 grapefruit

1 apple

1 yoghurt

1 portion of cereal

1 portion of soya meat

1 portion of beans

2 pieces of bread

1 cup of tea

On a regular day I would have eaten the grapefruit and the cup of tea in all day and period.

I feel so full and yet so hungry. Strange. The people from the clinic agreed to respect my wishes of continuing my Strict Vegetarianism. Luckily. I couldn’t picture myself eating meat, eggs or cheese! I’ve never eaten soya meat before, it tastes good or perhaps I’ve been eating the same (lettuce, strawberries, coffee, water, repeat) for so long that my tongue likes pretty much everything and anything.

I am doing very badly when it comes to my calcium and proteins. (I have premature osteoporosis, my hair is falling, my period has been gone for months, my circulation is also very damaged and my skin has the age of a 40 year old.) So they focused on that. I’m obligated to drink soya milk and yoghurt and bread. And the soya meat is a must 4 times a day.

This is all very surreal, just yesterday I was chewing and splitting and counting every single calorie. Today when we were finished discussing the diet I asked in a low voice “I… shouldn’t I be counting the  calories?” I saw one of them inner LOLing, I swear. Then the 60-year-old nutritionist who looks like 20 said “No, darling.”

So I’m not staying in the clinic until next week but I’ll be able to get online (a secure connection of course) to have fun with TFL’s Summer Santa or Twitter or the boards but since I can not google or open blogs (in fear of looking at Alexa’s pictures I reckon) I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make icons I don’t really want to look at any thinspiration anyway.

I’ll be posting my diets everyday to have a little of control.

Tomorrow’s diet:

6 am: 1 peach

9 am: 1 cup of soya milk, 1 oatmeal bar.

2 pm: 2 bread slices, 1 portion of rice, 1 portion of soya meat, 1/2 apple.

8 pm: 1 portion of cereal, 1 cup of soya milk, 1/2 apple.

Tell the truth:

No, this is not what I should be eating, I’m cutting on some parts. Now that I still can. Will they be watching next week?

Help me figure out the lyrics of my potentially new favourite song, will you? Cause I’ve got no clue!

Made me kiss ya’ with a whisper
and violently you swung, through unfamiliar tounge
Couldn’t listen to tradition, grabbed me by the wrist to silently insist

And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at

You stood shirtless and confident
Listenin’ to the fools, tickling the rules
Their obsessions follow patterns
Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes

And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at

And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at.

And now listen to it!

And buy the single, for those who enjoy Arctic Monkeys

http://www.amazon.co.uk/My-Propeller/dp/B003BKSORC/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1268175444&sr=301-1

I, unlike most of the people my age, am concerned of my health, of what I eat, of what I touch. I’m a strict vegetarian (among the types of vegetarianism, the strict is that which only allows to eat fruits, vegetables, nuts and seeds), I am against alcoholic drinks and non-alcoholic drinks that have the potential to make a huge hole in your stomach (see all types of sodas and coffee), smoking, tattooing, etc. I use gloves whenever I need to go out and I carry soap everywhere. I eat less than 600 calories a day as a rule and I work out 1 hour a day. My goal? To die of old age, to feel less sick, to avoid illnesses, to look good of course and to feel good. My preoccupation is not to fit in a social rule but in a rule of my own.

However people who know me often confuse this routine with an eating disorder, regardless of the fact that I am actually eating healthier than them people. It is incredible but I reckon there’s still a lot of people who are not ready for vegetarianism or for a diet like mine, they accuse it of being an eating disorder or such, a couple of lads have told me that they ‘prefer to die young with a full stomach’.

Vegetarianism alone gives us all so many benefits, people shouldn’t be afraid of it. Although it has recently indeed become more popular, it still needs to grow on us all and I do mean all.

There are the health benefits, for it is proved that vegetarianism reduces the risk of several types of cancer, heart diseases and mental disorders and besides it indeed increases the longevity. I wonder how people who eat tons of meet don’t worry every second if their piece is not contaminated, we get rid of the risks that meat carries within itself (animal to human diseases for instance).

And then there is the obvious fact of the killing of animals, we humans constantly feel the need to prove our domain over the rest of the creatures but there are other ways, seriously, there is always the lovely globalization, it will do the job for us, there is no need to kill the rest of the species.

So I invite you all to consider this change, the fact is that I don’t fall asleep during my classes any more

People are always expecting the next Beatles, the next Morrison or at least the next 27-year-old Kurt Cobain but we constantly forget to actually look for them, we’ve never been able to appreciate music as it is and it’s only until we find out that Michael Jackson is dead that we start worrying and claiming that no other human being will be able to be like him, no other woman will be able to sing Janis’ tunes and there will never be another friendship like McCartney and Lennon’s.

Our parents are constantly reminding us that their music was better, that their tunes made actual sense and without agreeing, we agree with them, we don’t appreciate the essence of music and at the same time (and maybe because of all the media and globalization) we don’t allow musicians to grow into the new Dylan, Hendrix, Beethoven!, etc. With the constant bashing, the constant denying that our own generation can produce something as bright as those people were.

When the band makes happy, pop-ish music, and then tries to evolve into something different, perhaps a more classic sound, some serious tunes, they are bashed because they are too serious tunes.

When the band that usually makes sad, emotional songs, tries to make a bit brighter song, they are bashed because they’re becoming “poppy”.

All this rant came after an article I read about my favourite band. The author seemed eager to deny any sign of a bright legacy, writing stuff like:

There is no Lennon or McCartney, or better still Morrissey or Marr

And I don’t know what you guys get with this:

“to merely reconnect with the essence of rock.”

But I get the feeling that the “essence of rock” is not worth a reconnection, and if that is the case, I feel the need to go and wake up Kurt, Hendrix, Lennon, Jim and the others and fuck this bloke with a tremolo arm.

So why can’t we trust our generation?

I seriously believe that Lady Gaga can bring back the real Pop, that Alex Turner can become the next Bob Dylan, that Kasabian can write the next White Album, that Jack White is in the same path that Morrison once took and that John Williams is teaching a random kid that will eventually become the next Wolfgang Amadeus.

So breath for a minute and stop judging them and start trusting that maybe the next record will move masses and change everyone’s life.

This is Morrison, named after Jim Morrison

He’s the family’s puppy. We used to av a lovely labrador retriever but he died last year, he lived a long life though, he died because of the age but still, we all felt very sad when he died and I personally thought we would never get another dog again but then a month ago mum bought Morris he’s much more active than our previous dog, he’s a hyperactive baby (only 2 months old), always jumping around and biting every shoe he finds. He’s really grown on me.

So one of me favourite sections in fashion are 1960’s and 50’s vintage and tomorrow I’ll go shopping for some of these goddies. Of course when I say 60’s and 50’s vintage I mean dresses and belts, etc, what else could it be? Liebe Marlene got me into Jonathan Logan’s designs which are always so fresh and modern and juvenile and that combined with the perfect boots they look brilliant.

And the perfect boots are usually Seychelles. I have a very open taste for footwear, which is me speciality but I think Seychelles has won me heart for a while now and tomorrow, I’m finally getting the cheerio’s! I dunno how I’ve been able to live without them so far, they are amazing!.

So I discovered that Zara does ship them which makes it all easier.

I love her so much

Now, I know this isn’t that weird, although it was me first time, but why should it be that common? Why should we live repressed by nowadays’ situation, why shouldn’t we carry with the stuff we use just because of the fear of them stealing it from us?

Now me mum says that it was me fault, because I use expensive jackets and bags and I look like a NORMAL person who uses what she has. It is like saying a girl who was rapped that she’s the one to blame because she used that skirt, that skirt she likes! What kind of World is this?

Living in fear, living not even using your own stuff, that isn’t life.”What would you prefer?” asked me mum, “I’d prefer to die” I said. And I do.

In that moment I fought the guy but in one second one though crossed across me mind: England.

Me ultimate goal in life, if he had killed me because of the resistance I put I wouldn’t live to live in England, to see me beloved land once again.

Life is a series of events and none of them is our fault and none of them should be changed only to protect ourselves of the unnecessary.