Oula oula

I really feel powerful today, and it has nothing to do with the strength of the wind outside or the warmth of the sun, even though it seriously helped me to fly down the hill on Peel street after my constitutional law exam. If I could find any other way to flee faster after exams, I would definitely implement it. I am here waiting for flying saucers or matter disintegrators device plans to be submitted, the ad hoc International Scientist Cats Association will study all requests and provide funding to all a) remotely intelligent b) grossly funny c) cat adapted d) cute guy supported projects. We give discriminatory preference to people submitting 40-place capability green bicycles cheerfully described and explained on high school like colored cardboards.

Nevertheless, this is not the main point of this post. Let me come back to the original reason I am currently polluting Internet: I am here aiming at exposing you fantastic news: I now have my visa and plane tickets to check everything out here and leave for Brazil! (hence the oula oula title up there, even though I know this rather sounds like some monkey tribe designating the next alpha male of the band). I know this statement is right now causing various interlocking emotions to fight in your *soul*, that can most likely be portrayed as follows: a) it makes you die of jealousy b) makes you wanting me to die so you can go to Brazil with my ticket and a good wig c) makes you remember this is just to go play with poor kids in the mud and risk catching tuberculosis, so you'd rather not go after all d) makes you realise how ironic it is that there is no Banana Republic to go shopping in Brazil even though it's probably the biggest banana republic in the world e) makes you feel completely bored by the state of the world and the structural socio-economic inequalities, anyway it's all due to the capitalist system which fatly and porkly provides you all the required ingredients to bake banana bread (recipe to come), so why change such a successful and long established production mode anyway f) makes you wonder who was Che Guevara anyway and what he did that was so cool that he became a t-shirt.

Oula oula, I'll send you coconuts and g-strings when I arrive in Brazil and fall on the dark side of the force, right before being punished by God and catching turista, intestinal parasites, getting bitten by a mad rabid dog and suffering a terrible unexpected malaria crisis. Brasil, eu gosto de você, do teu maravilhoso sol e das tuas praias brancas... (insert here any Compagnie créole melody).