Friday, November 23, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
UPDATE OF THE WEEK
UPDATE #1
It’s sunny in Brussels for 4 days in a row. The world must be surely coming to an end.
UPDATE #2
Seems everybody in Brussels is getting some bootie.
UPDATE #3
It’s cold as hell (whatever that means).
UPDATE #4
Não há fome que não dê em fartura.
Translation: All hunger will end in a feast.
UPDATE #5
HEROES, like, sucks. A cheerleader going through flames?? For fuck´s sake...
UPDATE #6
All is well and peaceful in the kingdom of de Araújo.
It’s sunny in Brussels for 4 days in a row. The world must be surely coming to an end.
UPDATE #2
Seems everybody in Brussels is getting some bootie.
UPDATE #3
It’s cold as hell (whatever that means).
UPDATE #4
Não há fome que não dê em fartura.
Translation: All hunger will end in a feast.
UPDATE #5
HEROES, like, sucks. A cheerleader going through flames?? For fuck´s sake...
UPDATE #6
All is well and peaceful in the kingdom of de Araújo.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
RUFUS WAINWRIGHT IN CONCERT-BRUSSELS 16/11
Hale Canada!
Amazing voice. Melancholic, beautiful songs. He put on a real show tonight, including putting an Austrian folklore attire, with braces and all, and a Lisa Minnelli in Cabaret disguise (high heels and lipstick included). He even went on stage in a bath robe! Nice acoustic and space too (Cirque Royal). Too bad he didn't sing my 3 favourite songs (Halleluiah, The one you love and Across the Universe).
Lovely moment when he sang Sansouci.
Must remember also not to drink so much before a concert, makes you kinda sleepy... Specially when it´s freezing as was the case!!!
Now I'm going to wish for a Sufjan Stevens concert... and a Jeff Buckley one straight from heaven...
What a voice!
Amazing voice. Melancholic, beautiful songs. He put on a real show tonight, including putting an Austrian folklore attire, with braces and all, and a Lisa Minnelli in Cabaret disguise (high heels and lipstick included). He even went on stage in a bath robe! Nice acoustic and space too (Cirque Royal). Too bad he didn't sing my 3 favourite songs (Halleluiah, The one you love and Across the Universe).
Lovely moment when he sang Sansouci.
Must remember also not to drink so much before a concert, makes you kinda sleepy... Specially when it´s freezing as was the case!!!
Now I'm going to wish for a Sufjan Stevens concert... and a Jeff Buckley one straight from heaven...
What a voice!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Lazy as Hell (after frozen over)
Too much work.
Too many decisions to make.
Too many moral judgements.
Too much screwing up the people I love.
Not enough sleep.
Too much crap eating.
Too much of missing home.
and yet...
Lots of cuddling my cat.
Lots of friends to put up with me.
Lots of people I will never forget.
Lots of unexpected kindness gestures.
Lots of sms in my phone.
...and something good happening.
And I also managed to fall only twice went I went ice skating last week! In one of them I was knocked down by a 4 year old... And I'm blonde again! And annoyed yesterday because Benfica lost (again)! And I bought an airplaine ticket home for Christmas!
Happy!
Tired!
And waiting to see what happens...
Too many decisions to make.
Too many moral judgements.
Too much screwing up the people I love.
Not enough sleep.
Too much crap eating.
Too much of missing home.
and yet...
Lots of cuddling my cat.
Lots of friends to put up with me.
Lots of people I will never forget.
Lots of unexpected kindness gestures.
Lots of sms in my phone.
...and something good happening.
And I also managed to fall only twice went I went ice skating last week! In one of them I was knocked down by a 4 year old... And I'm blonde again! And annoyed yesterday because Benfica lost (again)! And I bought an airplaine ticket home for Christmas!
Happy!
Tired!
And waiting to see what happens...
Saturday, November 3, 2007
SOMETHING...
There is something strange in the Brussel's air these days. I can feel winds of change coming... Uhmmm...
Thursday, November 1, 2007
THE LOVELY BONES
"These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections — sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent — that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous lifeless body had been my life."
These are the words of one of the books that touched me the most; it's a somehow unusual plot as it is narrated by a dead girl. She was murdered, and from heaven (yes, from heaven) she watches her family being torn apart after her unexpected demise.
Turns out this book, first novel by Alice Sebold and quite an acclaimed one by critics, is turning into a movie, probably coming out next year. The cast is dreamy: Rachel Weisz (The constant Gardener), Mark Wahlberg (The departed, Planet of the Apes-wow came a long way Marky Mark), and Susan Sarandon (Thelma&Louise and a zillion more). Best thing: director is Peter Jackson so I expect nothing less than a masterpiece!
These are the words of one of the books that touched me the most; it's a somehow unusual plot as it is narrated by a dead girl. She was murdered, and from heaven (yes, from heaven) she watches her family being torn apart after her unexpected demise.
Turns out this book, first novel by Alice Sebold and quite an acclaimed one by critics, is turning into a movie, probably coming out next year. The cast is dreamy: Rachel Weisz (The constant Gardener), Mark Wahlberg (The departed, Planet of the Apes-wow came a long way Marky Mark), and Susan Sarandon (Thelma&Louise and a zillion more). Best thing: director is Peter Jackson so I expect nothing less than a masterpiece!
Will be eagerly waiting for this one. Really. Really really.
Still dwelling on the same subject (masterpiece books being adapted into usually crappy films), not to miss out the adaptation of Blindness by Saramago. Directed by the hype Brazilian director Fernando Meirelles, and casting talents like Gael Garcia Benal and Julianne Moore.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
THE SHAME
It seems that a (so called) journalist Tony Parsons wrote an article on the interview of the Portuguese ambassador in London, António Santana Carlos. The ambassador was interviewed by the Times newspaper and the focus was obviously Maddie and the crashing relations amongst the 2 countries. To me it seemed an attempt to ease things up, but probably better would have been NOT to talk about it!
I've been following this case for a while, trying to understand what happened that night. Well no matter how many articles I read, no matter what side I feel is right, I will most likely never now what happened. As no one else will. It is quite sad and makes my stomach turn to see what a big circus it all has become. And also in life, after 30 fully lived years, I realized that common sense is an underrated thing, and usually the truth is the most obvious. It is very clear something is DEEPLY wrong with this whole picture. What always bothered me the most was the lying. Why do they all lie about the crucial hours? Why do the people on THAT TABLE have contradictory testimonials? If a key to this puzzle is ever found, it is surely there. In those hours.
Maddie aside the whole thing is turning into a political thing. Why did Gordon Brown gave them his PR? Why is he defending them? Doesn’t he know they are suspects??? Is it wise for a prime minister to play with fire like this? Why does the British police do not give to us the McCann’s phone registry? Something is VERY WRONG with this. Can feel it in my bones.
And I am sorry for her, because she was beautiful, because she was 4, because she deserved better. Better than being buried, kidnapped, whatever. She deserved stupid cartoons and chocolate milk. NOT THIS.
Anyway back to the main subject: the text that this lovely person called Tony Parsons and that goes by the lovely title of: "OH, UP YOURS, SENOR". First remark, it is not senor it is senhor you incompetent twat!
Then the (so called) journalist uses expressions like "The sight of locals jeering at Kate McCann as she went in for questioning made me feel as though these leering bumpkins were not from another country, but another planet. ". Damn. That’s a strong one. I even had to go to dictionary to check what a leering bumpkin is. It is a yahoo staring at something. Nice.
More: "And I would respectfully suggest that in future, if you can't say something constructive about the disappearance of little Madeleine, then you just keep your stupid, sardine-munching mouth shut.” Good one! Ten points! Creative! No one would ever think of sardines to insult a whole nation! You are one creative bastard Tony (although Tony is a name just a tad bumpkin I reckon)!
You know what you f****** asshole? Up yours. Or as we say in Portugal in a very bumpkin way: vai pó c****** filho da P***.
Read the ambassadors interview here.
Read the bag of shit article by Tony Parsons here.
I've been following this case for a while, trying to understand what happened that night. Well no matter how many articles I read, no matter what side I feel is right, I will most likely never now what happened. As no one else will. It is quite sad and makes my stomach turn to see what a big circus it all has become. And also in life, after 30 fully lived years, I realized that common sense is an underrated thing, and usually the truth is the most obvious. It is very clear something is DEEPLY wrong with this whole picture. What always bothered me the most was the lying. Why do they all lie about the crucial hours? Why do the people on THAT TABLE have contradictory testimonials? If a key to this puzzle is ever found, it is surely there. In those hours.
Maddie aside the whole thing is turning into a political thing. Why did Gordon Brown gave them his PR? Why is he defending them? Doesn’t he know they are suspects??? Is it wise for a prime minister to play with fire like this? Why does the British police do not give to us the McCann’s phone registry? Something is VERY WRONG with this. Can feel it in my bones.
And I am sorry for her, because she was beautiful, because she was 4, because she deserved better. Better than being buried, kidnapped, whatever. She deserved stupid cartoons and chocolate milk. NOT THIS.
Anyway back to the main subject: the text that this lovely person called Tony Parsons and that goes by the lovely title of: "OH, UP YOURS, SENOR". First remark, it is not senor it is senhor you incompetent twat!
Then the (so called) journalist uses expressions like "The sight of locals jeering at Kate McCann as she went in for questioning made me feel as though these leering bumpkins were not from another country, but another planet. ". Damn. That’s a strong one. I even had to go to dictionary to check what a leering bumpkin is. It is a yahoo staring at something. Nice.
More: "And I would respectfully suggest that in future, if you can't say something constructive about the disappearance of little Madeleine, then you just keep your stupid, sardine-munching mouth shut.” Good one! Ten points! Creative! No one would ever think of sardines to insult a whole nation! You are one creative bastard Tony (although Tony is a name just a tad bumpkin I reckon)!
You know what you f****** asshole? Up yours. Or as we say in Portugal in a very bumpkin way: vai pó c****** filho da P***.
Read the ambassadors interview here.
Read the bag of shit article by Tony Parsons here.
Monday, October 29, 2007
PARTY AT NAMITA'S SATURDAY 27 OCT
Namita's Cocktail: mix beautiful people, a whole bunch of different countries, liquid cheesecake and salty chocolate mousse, spicy eating thingies, shake well and then try. At your own risk!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING CULTURAL...
Encompassing the Globe Portugal and the World in the 16th and the 17th Centuries Friday 26.10.2007 > Sunday 03.02.2008 Centre for Fine Arts-Bozar
"By bringing together more than 180 extraordinary masterpieces, this exhibition has the purpose to explore the unity and diversity of the cultures that contributed to Portugal's trading empire. From Africa to Brazil passing trough China, Japan and the Indian Ocean, it provides a wide-ranging and unforgettable image of the new world's great age of discovery. If the centrepiece of this event will focus more on Portugal itself, on the tracks of the Portuguese conquests between old maps, navigational instruments and manuscripts, the main interest of this exhibition remains in its indubitable diversity"
Although I do believe that Portugal focuses too much on it's past, one has to admit it is a hefty past. Agreeing or not with the colonization bit, that in this day and age would most likely prompt George Bush to invade us, not to mention how un-PC it is taking another country as your own just because some king fancies spices, the historical legacy that this small garden, planted by the sea (aka Portugal) left, is huge. For appetizer can also point out that this exhibit has the hand of the Smithsonian.
I will most definitely go, also because as every Portuguese and emigrant, I suffer from an identity crisis which can only be mended by searching the historical and cultural roots of this small (but huge) nation.
"By bringing together more than 180 extraordinary masterpieces, this exhibition has the purpose to explore the unity and diversity of the cultures that contributed to Portugal's trading empire. From Africa to Brazil passing trough China, Japan and the Indian Ocean, it provides a wide-ranging and unforgettable image of the new world's great age of discovery. If the centrepiece of this event will focus more on Portugal itself, on the tracks of the Portuguese conquests between old maps, navigational instruments and manuscripts, the main interest of this exhibition remains in its indubitable diversity"
Although I do believe that Portugal focuses too much on it's past, one has to admit it is a hefty past. Agreeing or not with the colonization bit, that in this day and age would most likely prompt George Bush to invade us, not to mention how un-PC it is taking another country as your own just because some king fancies spices, the historical legacy that this small garden, planted by the sea (aka Portugal) left, is huge. For appetizer can also point out that this exhibit has the hand of the Smithsonian.
I will most definitely go, also because as every Portuguese and emigrant, I suffer from an identity crisis which can only be mended by searching the historical and cultural roots of this small (but huge) nation.
Friday, October 26, 2007
THESE ARE...
My lovely colleagues! That I have to see every day. Every lovely single day. Every day I have their company for at least 8 hours. Every day. Every single day... Every loooong day...
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
STUCK IN A MOMENT IN TIME
My job is driving me crazy!!!! I'm designing bottoms for next Winter and every time I close my eyes I see backpocket stitchings, rivets and buttons arghhhhhhhhhh... It is such a hard life being a fashion designer... if it wasn't all glam and glitz would already have given up by now!
Anyway it is Winter in Brussels. Yes. Winter. Today my car had the snowy flaky thingy lit on, and it was, I kid you not (as Alexandra would say), 0,5 degrees (Celsius that is)!!!!!! F***!!!!!!
Good news though: I am about to spend Christmas and New Years Eve on the 2 most beautiful cities in the world!
Friday, October 19, 2007
HALF-MARATHON PART II
Carley-"Inês I think you are about to have a stroke"
Inês-"Why do I look red?"
Carley-"Ahh, a little bit... Come here maybe we should take you to the nurse before you die..."
Inês-"Why do I look red?"
Carley-"Ahh, a little bit... Come here maybe we should take you to the nurse before you die..."
Inês-"I don’t understand, I put Italian foundation, this is supposed to block out any trace of real Skin..."
Carley-"Ah well judging by your colour or you are about to join the Lord or you have English genes and just got sunburn in the Algarve... Oh my God I just realized your sneakers aren’t Prada. Yuk you are discusting!!!"
Sunday, October 14, 2007
BRUSSELS ING HALF MARATHON
I did it!!!I did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I did it!!!! Photos and details later on. Happy happy happy lol... And very sore! Will sleep like a baby tonight!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT... OR WELL DONE AL!
I’m all for it. Some people are "disappointed" with Al Gore’s winning of the Nobel Prize for peace. I’m not. I think the man is a fighter and an example to all of us. He lost the elections in the worst possible way (aka he didn’t loose them but didn’t get the job); instead of going home and moan about it he decided to be useful.
Alarmist? Yes. Populist? Yes. Doing something unlike most of us??? Definitely yes. He embraced a cause, and might be criticized for not the most scientific accuracy, the truth is that he had an important part in the awakening of the common man (myself included, although I actually am a woman, or 1/2 of one).
I started recycling and bought ecological light bulbs after seeing his movie. A drop in the ocean some will say. Oh well, the ocean is made of many drops. And the fact that his actions raise some discussion means he must be doing something right.
I just hope he doesn’t run for President of USA. Al, if you read this just don’t do it. Leave it for the Hillary’s and Obama’s and Schwarzenegger’s of this world. You have a far more important task to do: save the planet!
To anyone who hasn’t seen the movie, go and see!!! Pretty please…
Alarmist? Yes. Populist? Yes. Doing something unlike most of us??? Definitely yes. He embraced a cause, and might be criticized for not the most scientific accuracy, the truth is that he had an important part in the awakening of the common man (myself included, although I actually am a woman, or 1/2 of one).
I started recycling and bought ecological light bulbs after seeing his movie. A drop in the ocean some will say. Oh well, the ocean is made of many drops. And the fact that his actions raise some discussion means he must be doing something right.
I just hope he doesn’t run for President of USA. Al, if you read this just don’t do it. Leave it for the Hillary’s and Obama’s and Schwarzenegger’s of this world. You have a far more important task to do: save the planet!
To anyone who hasn’t seen the movie, go and see!!! Pretty please…
Friday, October 12, 2007
SIGH...
Ok. I am now able to tell the difference between Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen. Think I need to get a boyfriend reeeaaal soooon.
Monday, October 8, 2007
I LUV PAREE
It was a gorgeous Saturday morning scenery in old Brussels, oddly as it may seam. Our hearts were filled with yearning, yearning for what was ahead of us, yearning for the filled day that laid ahead of us. Direction: 300km south, destination: the most beautiful and vibrant city in the world.
It was a sunny and quite warm Pareee that welcomed me, Ana C, Xana, André and the annoying Bruno.
We had lunch and a then later a stroll, gazing in awe at the sheer reality that this beautiful wonder of mankind is only 300k away from Brussels; I could not take my mind off how the people beautifully mixed their clothes, and also the fact that they were not limited to wearing grey, beige and brown. On another hand, neither could my friends, because I reminded them every 34,5268 minutes.
In the very mild afternoon we went to the beautiful Notre Dame, were we stood in awe at such beautiful scenery, and at the commercial vision of this church, by putting candles at a modest 2 and 5 Euro price.
Then some catching of the last rays of sun, at the sound of Garota de Ipanema in a jazz version, just gazing the river, thinking that happiness is all in the simple things, like strolling through beautiful Paris and having money to shop there one day.
In the evening we were fortunate to see the Rugby World Cup quarter final between France and New Zealand in the beautiful Hotel de Ville, were we gazed in awe at the Frenchmen going berserk; and still in aw I managed to,during the game, get insulted, be strangulated with my own scarf with the help of a blind Frenchmen, fall on top of somewhere between 5 to 15 people and get kicked a couple of times. There were a lot of people there, all staring in awe at the giant screen.
At the end of the evening we stood in awe to how it was possible to be 2 hours and a half in a traffic jam to leave Paris at midnight. Got home about 4 something in the morning and then I stood gazing in awe at my bed thinking it had never looked so welcoming…
Friday, October 5, 2007
10 MYTHS...
... That are actually true:
#1 Diana was murdered and pregnant
#2 Maddie was murdered by her parents
#3 JLO is actually pregnant
#4 Belgium is a boring place
#5 Brussels has the worst weather in the world
#6 Portugal is an island
#7 Donald Trump wears a wig
#8 Chinese people never die
#9 My cat is psycho
#10 I once rejected Brad Pitt
#1 Diana was murdered and pregnant
#2 Maddie was murdered by her parents
#3 JLO is actually pregnant
#4 Belgium is a boring place
#5 Brussels has the worst weather in the world
#6 Portugal is an island
#7 Donald Trump wears a wig
#8 Chinese people never die
#9 My cat is psycho
#10 I once rejected Brad Pitt
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
HOLLYWOOD PARTY!-SATURDAY 29TH SEPT
Saturday we celebrated the birthday of two friends Rosa and Sofia. Well I suppose the photos show well how good it was. Hollywood themed, one had to go dressed as a movie or TV character. I went as Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and The City. What a shocker eh? Completely unexpected.
Anyways here goes my top costume list:
1st place-Indiana Jones
2nd place-Clark Kent(s), Steve and Manel
3rd place-Lara Croft AKA Nocas estrela do mar. She had a kalashnikov.
I was shall we say a wee bit drunk. A tad. And happy :). Must remember to get drunk more often.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
These are...
... the 3 best albums of my life (so far)
By discovery order...
Siamese Dream-Smashing Pumpkins -allowed me to vent all my anger in the confusing pre-adult years. The best lyrics in the history of mankind, an unique voice, and, in a very spooky way, a voice that somehow seemed to say what I couldn't.
By discovery order...
Siamese Dream-Smashing Pumpkins -allowed me to vent all my anger in the confusing pre-adult years. The best lyrics in the history of mankind, an unique voice, and, in a very spooky way, a voice that somehow seemed to say what I couldn't.
Grace-Jeff Buckley -Once I heard a MTV VJ justify why he liked this album. He said it was worth every single penny he spent on it. I say it’s a fucking masterpiece. He is the fucking Mozart of our time. Too bad he didn't live a lot; anyways anything else wouldn't fit his persona.
Illinois-Sufjan Stevens -A total, utter surprise. I like this album, because not only it is fucking excellent but it somehow reminds me that I once knew why all the best memories are forged in the summer. It smells of hot, long summer days. 
Here I leave a sample of the lather...
Illinois-Sufjan Stevens -A total, utter surprise. I like this album, because not only it is fucking excellent but it somehow reminds me that I once knew why all the best memories are forged in the summer. It smells of hot, long summer days. Here I leave a sample of the lather... Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
SAY HELLO, WAVE GOODBYE
This is a title from a Marc Almond song, but happens to be one of my favourites songs. I actually have in the car, too bad the CD player doesn't work...
If the smell of Brussels is that of Waffles, the taste of it is bittersweet. Parting is such sweet sorrow as they say. And as Bogey would say "we will always have Casablanca", I say to this person "We will always have Senneberg*"!
Although he is annoying, violent, stupid, annoying, bully, big to a lot of sides, a pain in the ass, annoying, pisses me off like hell and oh, did I mention he was annoying?, I quite like him, learned a whole lot of graphic design info from him, and will miss him loads (sensing a tear coming now).
Master, I do not know the path to the righteous. I will try not to be overcomed by the dark side of the force and follow your steps.
Thank you a million times for all your patience for midget annoying Portuguese people.
And hereby I dare you to go to Lissabon. Go there. You will like it!!! You will love it, love it, love it, love it!!!!!!!!!!!!
As we say in Portuguese, ''Es um senhor, carago!!!"' Translation-You are a man of character, shit!!!
See you around Zorzzz. And for viewer info this masterpiece is his.
*office building that viewed from above takes the shape of a biohazard symbol and has grey walls, floor, ceiling and matching people
Thursday, September 20, 2007
DR. JECKILL AND MR.HYDE
Will this inner bloodshed never stop??? I can’t seem to have any inner peace; my worshiping-Prada-hating-lesbian-looking-women-fashionista is in a state of permanent onflict with my comunist-ideals-scruffy-don´t-give-a-shit-about-that-future-african-volunteer. I’m seriously considering a career change. Going to Africa and just feel the heat... wearing a scruffy tee and shorts all day long... helping little children in need... making something decent out of my life... Well either that or becoming a hooker. According to my colleagues and friends, I already have the perfect wardrobe and attitude for the lather.
I can’t stand shallow and dumb people who only care about clothes, and I can’t stand people who don’t give a fuck about looks. Heeeeeelp!!!!! I think I need to move to NY, the land of well dressed intellectuals.
In another topic: Summer is over!!!!!! Except in Belgium of course, where it never stepped foot.
To all you people out there: had a shitty day need to be cuddled!!! A lot!!!!
I can’t stand shallow and dumb people who only care about clothes, and I can’t stand people who don’t give a fuck about looks. Heeeeeelp!!!!! I think I need to move to NY, the land of well dressed intellectuals.
In another topic: Summer is over!!!!!! Except in Belgium of course, where it never stepped foot.
To all you people out there: had a shitty day need to be cuddled!!! A lot!!!!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I´M SO DEAD...
I ran 16km today. 16!!!! And although I´m running twice a week my jeans still wont fit anyone explain this to me????
Sunday, September 16, 2007
4 COUNTRIES, ONE WEEK AND A HALF
I’ve had some busy weeks!!! I actually have the feeling that I haven’t seeped for a looong time. Anyways my friends Claudia and Mário were here on a short visit, discovering old Brussels, Amsterdam and Brussels airport. Yes, Brussels Airport. Here go some highlights of those, and other filled days from last week:
Tuesday 4th September:
-Get off work, in a hurry to go to supermarket (my friends coming in the next day), and to get Ana Catarino who is arriving to Brussels Airport from Bulgarian holiday. Get into a major traffic jam, stress a lot, get out of traffic jam go to Delhaize in a rush and get to the airport just on time. Go home, go to the laundry, vacuum the house, clean until 3 morning, sleep 4 hours.
Tuesday 4th September:
-Get off work, in a hurry to go to supermarket (my friends coming in the next day), and to get Ana Catarino who is arriving to Brussels Airport from Bulgarian holiday. Get into a major traffic jam, stress a lot, get out of traffic jam go to Delhaize in a rush and get to the airport just on time. Go home, go to the laundry, vacuum the house, clean until 3 morning, sleep 4 hours.
Wednesday, 5th September
-Go to work and stress, get off work, no traffic jam, pick my friends up in the airport, take them to Grand Place. "UH", "AH", and after that we drag our tired bottoms to a cheesy Pita Shoarma. Sleep 5 hours.
Thursday 6th September
-Drag myself to Lille, France and come back home later in the day. My friends went to Antwerp. Cook Burritos for my friends. Invited all my friends no one else shows up lol. Curse them all and make voodoo dolls of all my friends who didn’t show up- Burritos are actually quite good, and light up all the candles. Burrito’s candle light dinner. We discuss Antwerp, "UH", "AH", and Belgian (lack of) national unity. Sleep 4 hours.
Friday 7th September
-House smells of Burrito. Go to work. Leave work early. Walk around in Brussels. "UH", "AH". 15km. Muscle pain. Go home and get dinner from Place Jordan. Famous fries and meat. Go to Old oak for drink. Get back home comatose state. Sleep 4 hours.
Saturday 8th September
-House smells of Burrito and fries. Wake up semi-comatose at 6 morning to take friend to the airport. Get back home. Go to Amsterdam. Pay for the most expensive parking in the world. Walk around in Amsterdam. 10km. Muscle pain. Go to Red Light District. Consider a career change after. Go back to Brussels. Friends receive bad news gonna have to go home earlier. Go running 9km to Parc Cinquentenaire. Make dinner, pasta something. Lit up candles. Eat dinner in five minutes. Go to watch Portugal Poland. 2-2 and depression, and swearing. Change voodoo dolls into Poland team. Go pick up Xana and André in the airport, just coming back from popular destination Bulgaria. Take friends home and go to party until 5 AM. Get back home comatose state.
Sunday 9th September
-House smells of Burritos, pesto and fries. Friends wake me up and say goodbye, I moan something and back to sleep. Friends go to airport. One of them comes back decides to stay. We decide to sleep a bit more. Friend wakes me up saying she changed her mind. I take her to airport. She pays 300 for a flight. She curses a lot. I offer my voodoo dolls. Go back home. Totally dead!!!!
...
Friday 14th September
-Go to London and buy 110 Pounds boots at Top Shop!!! Shop all day (for work)!!! Officially now a poor and happy woman!!!
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Sónia's b-day
Yesterday went to a b-day party, and promised the b-day girl, Sónia, a home made b-day cake. Seemed easy. Achievable. Little did I know.
Ok, here goes yesterday:
-6 PM, 14 minutes-Go to GB (supermarket)
-6 PM, 19 minutes-Stand in the waiting line to pay
-6 PM, 22 minutes-Get to the cashier
-6 PM, 22 minutes and 10 seconds-Realize can’t find bank card
-6 PM, 23 minutes and 51 seconds-Search for bank card intensively in bag
-6 PM, 24 minutes and 3 seconds-Excuse myself to the cashier girl because of not finding card
-6 PM, 24 minutes and 27 seconds-Fell mortified because of not finding card yet
-6 PM, 24 minutes and 33 seconds-Girl looks at me with dead lamb eyes (famous Portuguese expression translating into "I don’t even like my job and I have to put up with stupid costumers"
-6 PM, 25 minutes and 40 seconds-Queue of 50metres start looking at me with disgust
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 12 seconds-Still can’t find my card
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 1 second-Excuse myself again because of not finding card
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 18 seconds-Feel mortified again
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 29 seconds-have brilliant idea to pay with money
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 59 seconds-Search for money intensively seams don’t have enough
-6 PM, 27 minutes and 10 seconds-Girl and queue look at me with disgust
-6 hours, 27 minutes and 42 seconds-Discover miracle coins in the jacket
-6 hours, 27 minutes and 50 seconds-With a mix of relief and shame pay the bill
-6 PM, 27 minutes and 52 seconds-Discover my Bank Card
-6 PM, 28 minutes and 5 seconds-Queue and Girl look at me with disgust
-6 PM 28 minutes and 10 seconds-Excuse myself once more and leave mortified to my place
-6 PM, 36 minutes and 26 seconds-Start doing chocolate cake
-6 PM, 52 minutes and 35 seconds-Put chocolate cake in the oven everything came out perfect
-7 PM, 53 minutes and 54 seconds-Seems cake is already done try to flip it over
-7 PM, 54 minutes and 34 seconds-the shock, the horror, the tragedy. Seems cake is still almost completely raw except for the top layer and breaks into pieces
-7 PM, 59 minutes and 11 seconds-have brilliant idea to mix the already cooked bits with the raw parts with a blender and put it back in the oven
-8 PM, 58 minutes and 41 seconds-Luis and Namita arrive at my place, time to go, take cake still not cooked plus whipped cream that is in the fridge
-10 PM, 14 minutes and 8 seconds-Get to Ana Gama’s place to get Cris
-10 PM, 17 minutes and 23 seconds-leave to Sonia’s house
-10 PM, 17 minutes and 40 seconds-Cris remembers she forgot the wine
-10 PM, 18 minutes and 3 seconds-Cris goes back to get wine
-10 PM, 19 minutes and 56 seconds-leave to Sonia´s house
-10 PM, 22 minutes and 10 seconds-Luis tell us his adventures which are:
-4PM-Pedro tells him he must be at the airport in 20 minutes but must leave his car at VUB (his workplace)
-4PM, 3 minutes-He goes into the building to get stuff to take to Portugal
-4 PM, 7 minutes-He comes back and they realize they left the key inside the closed car
-4 PM, 12 minutes-They break the window because they can not wait
-4 PM, 16 minutes -The security guard calls Pedro saying that someone is stealing his car
-4 PM, 30 minutes -they get to the airport on time
Ok, here goes yesterday:
-6 PM, 14 minutes-Go to GB (supermarket)
-6 PM, 19 minutes-Stand in the waiting line to pay
-6 PM, 22 minutes-Get to the cashier
-6 PM, 22 minutes and 10 seconds-Realize can’t find bank card
-6 PM, 23 minutes and 51 seconds-Search for bank card intensively in bag
-6 PM, 24 minutes and 3 seconds-Excuse myself to the cashier girl because of not finding card
-6 PM, 24 minutes and 27 seconds-Fell mortified because of not finding card yet
-6 PM, 24 minutes and 33 seconds-Girl looks at me with dead lamb eyes (famous Portuguese expression translating into "I don’t even like my job and I have to put up with stupid costumers"
-6 PM, 25 minutes and 40 seconds-Queue of 50metres start looking at me with disgust
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 12 seconds-Still can’t find my card
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 1 second-Excuse myself again because of not finding card
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 18 seconds-Feel mortified again
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 29 seconds-have brilliant idea to pay with money
-6 PM, 26 minutes and 59 seconds-Search for money intensively seams don’t have enough
-6 PM, 27 minutes and 10 seconds-Girl and queue look at me with disgust
-6 hours, 27 minutes and 42 seconds-Discover miracle coins in the jacket
-6 hours, 27 minutes and 50 seconds-With a mix of relief and shame pay the bill
-6 PM, 27 minutes and 52 seconds-Discover my Bank Card
-6 PM, 28 minutes and 5 seconds-Queue and Girl look at me with disgust
-6 PM 28 minutes and 10 seconds-Excuse myself once more and leave mortified to my place
-6 PM, 36 minutes and 26 seconds-Start doing chocolate cake
-6 PM, 52 minutes and 35 seconds-Put chocolate cake in the oven everything came out perfect
-7 PM, 53 minutes and 54 seconds-Seems cake is already done try to flip it over
-7 PM, 54 minutes and 34 seconds-the shock, the horror, the tragedy. Seems cake is still almost completely raw except for the top layer and breaks into pieces
-7 PM, 59 minutes and 11 seconds-have brilliant idea to mix the already cooked bits with the raw parts with a blender and put it back in the oven
-8 PM, 58 minutes and 41 seconds-Luis and Namita arrive at my place, time to go, take cake still not cooked plus whipped cream that is in the fridge
-10 PM, 14 minutes and 8 seconds-Get to Ana Gama’s place to get Cris
-10 PM, 17 minutes and 23 seconds-leave to Sonia’s house
-10 PM, 17 minutes and 40 seconds-Cris remembers she forgot the wine
-10 PM, 18 minutes and 3 seconds-Cris goes back to get wine
-10 PM, 19 minutes and 56 seconds-leave to Sonia´s house
-10 PM, 22 minutes and 10 seconds-Luis tell us his adventures which are:
-4PM-Pedro tells him he must be at the airport in 20 minutes but must leave his car at VUB (his workplace)
-4PM, 3 minutes-He goes into the building to get stuff to take to Portugal
-4 PM, 7 minutes-He comes back and they realize they left the key inside the closed car
-4 PM, 12 minutes-They break the window because they can not wait
-4 PM, 16 minutes -The security guard calls Pedro saying that someone is stealing his car
-4 PM, 30 minutes -they get to the airport on time
Anyway continuing the evening...
-10 PM, 29 minutes and 14 seconds-We arrive at Sonia’s house they all leave the car I go parking
-10 PM, 32 minutes and 45 seconds-One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 34 minutes and 5 seconds -One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 35 minutes and 55 seconds- One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 38 minutes and 45 seconds- One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 41 minutes and 19 seconds-One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 43 minutes and 20 seconds-One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 44 minutes and 16 seconds-A miracle happens, manage to find a parking space, 500 metres away
-10 PM, 44 minutes and 50 seconds-Walk in high heels till Sónia’S house
-10 PM, 50 minutes and 47 seconds-Arrive and excuse myself because of the cake and give her gift
-11 PM, 2 minutes and 21 seconds-When she is opening up gift, books The Art of Being Belgium and Secret Brussels, she mentions she is leaving Belgium in 15 days
-11 PM, 3 minutes and 10 seconds-Feeling a bit of pain in the heart and mention to Sonia, "Ups..."
-11 PM, 4 minutes and 3 seconds-Sónia laughs when opening gifts
-11 PM, 4 minutes and 20 seconds-Feeling mortified
-11 PM, 22 minutes and 10 seconds-take cake out realized it hasn’t grown and it is burned on the edges
-11 PM, 25 minutes and 32 seconds-cut the burned edges
-11 PM, 27 minutes and 8 seconds-Put whipped cream on top
-11 PM, 29 minutes and 54 seconds-Whipped cream melts because cake is hot
-11 PM, 30 minutes and 4 seconds-Put cake in fridge and pray for miracle and a hole in the ground to hide
-11 PM, 43 minutes and 17 seconds- We blow out candle
-11 PM hours, 47 minutes and 10 seconds- People start eating cake
-11 PM, 52 minutes and 43 seconds-Someone at the end of the room points at me saying "she did it" with a funny look in their face
-11 PM, 52 minutes and 45 seconds-I hide behind Rita
-11 PM, 55 minutes and 13 seconds-I try it, tastes like chocolate with chewing gum consistency
-4 AM, 12 minutes and 10 seconds-Get home after leaving friends in different houses all around Parc Cinquentenarie
-4 AM, 23 minutes and 32 seconds-Go to sleep with the feeling of a job well done in embarrassing myself!
And how was your day???
-10 PM, 29 minutes and 14 seconds-We arrive at Sonia’s house they all leave the car I go parking
-10 PM, 32 minutes and 45 seconds-One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 34 minutes and 5 seconds -One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 35 minutes and 55 seconds- One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 38 minutes and 45 seconds- One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 41 minutes and 19 seconds-One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 43 minutes and 20 seconds-One more lap at the block trying to find a parking space
-10 PM, 44 minutes and 16 seconds-A miracle happens, manage to find a parking space, 500 metres away
-10 PM, 44 minutes and 50 seconds-Walk in high heels till Sónia’S house
-10 PM, 50 minutes and 47 seconds-Arrive and excuse myself because of the cake and give her gift
-11 PM, 2 minutes and 21 seconds-When she is opening up gift, books The Art of Being Belgium and Secret Brussels, she mentions she is leaving Belgium in 15 days
-11 PM, 3 minutes and 10 seconds-Feeling a bit of pain in the heart and mention to Sonia, "Ups..."
-11 PM, 4 minutes and 3 seconds-Sónia laughs when opening gifts
-11 PM, 4 minutes and 20 seconds-Feeling mortified
-11 PM, 22 minutes and 10 seconds-take cake out realized it hasn’t grown and it is burned on the edges
-11 PM, 25 minutes and 32 seconds-cut the burned edges
-11 PM, 27 minutes and 8 seconds-Put whipped cream on top
-11 PM, 29 minutes and 54 seconds-Whipped cream melts because cake is hot
-11 PM, 30 minutes and 4 seconds-Put cake in fridge and pray for miracle and a hole in the ground to hide
-11 PM, 43 minutes and 17 seconds- We blow out candle
-11 PM hours, 47 minutes and 10 seconds- People start eating cake
-11 PM, 52 minutes and 43 seconds-Someone at the end of the room points at me saying "she did it" with a funny look in their face
-11 PM, 52 minutes and 45 seconds-I hide behind Rita
-11 PM, 55 minutes and 13 seconds-I try it, tastes like chocolate with chewing gum consistency
-4 AM, 12 minutes and 10 seconds-Get home after leaving friends in different houses all around Parc Cinquentenarie
-4 AM, 23 minutes and 32 seconds-Go to sleep with the feeling of a job well done in embarrassing myself!
And how was your day???
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Last minute call!
And the award for the crappiest cell phone pics goes to... tchan tchan... Rita Madruga de Lagoa e Brito!!!! Now I don't know if to kill myself or try to apply to Extreme Makeover. These were on hollidays in Lisbon. We were drunk. I didn´t see her taking pics. You cow!!!!! I love you, but I´ll kill you when I see you blooooood spiled all over!!!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Turquey a la Wok anyone???
I know, I know. Haven’t been writing all that much in my blog. Guess I need a camera to make things more exciting (sigh).
Anyways yesterday had fantastic dinner at my house, chill out mood, candles all over the place, international crowd, exotic wannabe Chinese/Indian dish, more Portuguese/bullshit in the making, and what can I say it was the perfect melange for a perfect night.
Good conversation, mostly dishing about Brussels and Belgium, or lack of it, with a comic relief brought by stupid accent imitations. Any one can guess who was the biggest accent impersonator? Anyone??
No brownie, no sleep afterwards at least felt like no sleep when I had to get up to go to work, and a great feeling that my friends in Euroland are a finding, my family in all the dark, drunk, cheerful and stupid moments. I know, I know, getting a bit emotional here.
Next dinner I promise I will have a camera to take pics.
And by the way I got a super-duper present!!! In fact I have been dreaming about that for a long time!!! A Mercedes? Prada shoes? A desert island? A boyfriend??? No it was an onion cutterJ. I loved it, loved it loveeeed it. No longer will my hands possess the fowl smell of onions after organizing dinners chez moi! So thank you xuxu Rosa and João!!! And thank you, Fili, Pedros from Azores, Namita, Rita and Testosterone man AKA Luís for coming. Love you all, sniff, sniff (feeling very mushy mushy today-must be almost that time of the month).
Ain´t life grand when you can feel the happiness through little things like not smelling bad!
On a more serious subject Time magazine cover of last week focus on the faith crisis experienced by mother Teresa during her life, even though she’s like the biggest nun in history!!! It seems she hid it well and only after her death these letters were she spoke about it are being published. It’s like, you know, like, major shock in the world. “I call, I cling, I want-and there is no One to answer […]there is such convicting emptiness that those very thoughts return like sharp knifes &hurt my very soul […]” Dayummmmmmm if Mother Teresa feels like this imagine the rest of us!!! In her letters she speaks of God as if almost he deserted her, asking why did he not love her back. I guess they didn’t have Oprah back then eih? He’s just not into you!!! Ok, God lightning coming upon me at any second now…
While I’m still alive would like to mention that currently very happy because Benfica, the biggest club in the world (literally) is in zzzze championzzz leaguezz. Yuhuuuu!
Did I mention that I ran/dragged myself 8,5kms last Wednesday??? At this rate I will be able to run to Lisbon every weekend instead of taking a plane. It would be cheaper. And maybe I would loose those 3 kgs that I’ve been aiming to loose for a while.
Tomorrow Izz gozz shopingue!!!! Oh joy of beginning of month…
Anyways yesterday had fantastic dinner at my house, chill out mood, candles all over the place, international crowd, exotic wannabe Chinese/Indian dish, more Portuguese/bullshit in the making, and what can I say it was the perfect melange for a perfect night.
Good conversation, mostly dishing about Brussels and Belgium, or lack of it, with a comic relief brought by stupid accent imitations. Any one can guess who was the biggest accent impersonator? Anyone??
No brownie, no sleep afterwards at least felt like no sleep when I had to get up to go to work, and a great feeling that my friends in Euroland are a finding, my family in all the dark, drunk, cheerful and stupid moments. I know, I know, getting a bit emotional here.
Next dinner I promise I will have a camera to take pics.
And by the way I got a super-duper present!!! In fact I have been dreaming about that for a long time!!! A Mercedes? Prada shoes? A desert island? A boyfriend??? No it was an onion cutterJ. I loved it, loved it loveeeed it. No longer will my hands possess the fowl smell of onions after organizing dinners chez moi! So thank you xuxu Rosa and João!!! And thank you, Fili, Pedros from Azores, Namita, Rita and Testosterone man AKA Luís for coming. Love you all, sniff, sniff (feeling very mushy mushy today-must be almost that time of the month).
Ain´t life grand when you can feel the happiness through little things like not smelling bad!
On a more serious subject Time magazine cover of last week focus on the faith crisis experienced by mother Teresa during her life, even though she’s like the biggest nun in history!!! It seems she hid it well and only after her death these letters were she spoke about it are being published. It’s like, you know, like, major shock in the world. “I call, I cling, I want-and there is no One to answer […]there is such convicting emptiness that those very thoughts return like sharp knifes &hurt my very soul […]” Dayummmmmmm if Mother Teresa feels like this imagine the rest of us!!! In her letters she speaks of God as if almost he deserted her, asking why did he not love her back. I guess they didn’t have Oprah back then eih? He’s just not into you!!! Ok, God lightning coming upon me at any second now…
While I’m still alive would like to mention that currently very happy because Benfica, the biggest club in the world (literally) is in zzzze championzzz leaguezz. Yuhuuuu!
Did I mention that I ran/dragged myself 8,5kms last Wednesday??? At this rate I will be able to run to Lisbon every weekend instead of taking a plane. It would be cheaper. And maybe I would loose those 3 kgs that I’ve been aiming to loose for a while.
Tomorrow Izz gozz shopingue!!!! Oh joy of beginning of month…
Saturday, August 25, 2007
VOLLO FARE EL AMORE CON CONTROL
Yuhuuuuu its official, I’m starting my Italian lessons in September!! And more I managed to get into the 2nd level without ever making the first haha. I guess being Portuguese has to have an advantage somewhere…
What can I say I am good with languages, and also love to brag about it, as everyone close to me knows, and I so do love to that I went to the reception to sign up, was ecstatic after the test, felt the adrenalin pumping in my veins so much, that I decided to go for it. Take the risk. Feel the danger. As if the danger was alien’s breath on my face. Just risk everything.
I decided… to…. Talk to the receptionist… in… effing Dutch!!! I felt daring that day. Everything was going fine till the moment I didn’t understand a word, and then she started speaking to me in French, but I was like, come on, like I’m not gonna give up (this one is for you Bruno). So I kept talking to her in Dutch, she bended to my extraordinary will and gave up and kept it in Dutch. All was going fine till the moment I said “Ik will parkeren mein auto ook” (I want to park my car here too). All she had to say was “30 euros, please".
But no. She had to take a piss at me. She just started rambling really fast “ blablabla,3rd week of September, blablabla, not fast, slowly with the car, blablabla, ok?” and I go like “ok”. So now I have no parking bagde. Good.
In another topic this will be a football filled weekend and I can’t begin to express my joy that Fernando Santos was fired and that my idol Camacho is back. Now we can certainly fight for an Uefa Cup position.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
THE PIANIST
"Pictures of Warsaw in 1945 resemble pictures of Hiroshima. Only a quarter of the city was still standing. Ninety per cent of all the large buildings had been reduced to rubble- Of the 1.3 million people who live in Warsaw in 1940, only 378.000 were still there. Almost two thirds of the city's population was either dead or missing." In Europe by Geert Mak
A movie to watch for those who like to think Europe is a civilized continent, or even a peaceful one. Some of the biggest mankind atrocities were committed in Europe or by Europeans. This continent always finds a way to inflame all sorts of hatred and disputes over religion, land, and culture, whatever. So much pettiness over so little land. And for the people who think it is different now I can only think of one word: Sarajevo. And another one come to think of it: Putin.
A movie to watch for those who like to think Europe is a civilized continent, or even a peaceful one. Some of the biggest mankind atrocities were committed in Europe or by Europeans. This continent always finds a way to inflame all sorts of hatred and disputes over religion, land, and culture, whatever. So much pettiness over so little land. And for the people who think it is different now I can only think of one word: Sarajevo. And another one come to think of it: Putin.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
THE CRYING GAME
Humans keep doing the same mistakes because:
a) They’re stupid.
b) They’re stupid.
c) They’re stupid.
*see answer in next post.
Sometimes I just fucking wonder am I the only one on the planet who actually has feelings? Maybe I am the only one with wrong feelings. I’d love too say I’ve learned after this 2 day shock but I am human, and therefore stupid, and worst, half-fake blonde prone to masochist feelings so who knows? Anyway disappointments of the heart always give good Bridget Jones memoires!
Saturday 18 August
48 kgs. (but post-period), alcohol units 0.1 (I’m being a good girl), cigarettes 0 but in my mind 60 a day, calories 25424, male rejections 2 (uau in 24 hours even for me this is a very good mark), sips of diet coke 3 (just to remember the taste uhmmmmmmmm)
Food consumed today:
2 Gouda cheese slices
1 piece of Pierre Marcollini black Caribbean chocolate
1 chocolate cookie package (ups…)
1/10 Kriek
1 package of chips (ups…)
3 sips of diet coke
7PM. Brussels: my flat.
Ugh. The last thing on earth I feel like doing is going to run in Parc Cinquentenaire in about half an hour, but it’s a sacrifice I must do for art. The art of good thighs and ass to be more precise! Anyway what do they say on these Nike ads? No pain no gain? Or is it no sweat no gain? Anyway that’s bullshit because they’re always saying their tops are anti-sweat what is a contradiction in itself. In fact the best thing about running is that you appreciate being still a lot more. And anyway to quote whomever “the only reason I took up jogging is so I can hear heavy breathing again”. God. Sometimes I swear I just gain weight by breathing. And not the heavy type…
Anyway I have a strategy, I just tumble if I see a cute guy. Later on I’ll say if works.
a) They’re stupid.
b) They’re stupid.
c) They’re stupid.
*see answer in next post.
Sometimes I just fucking wonder am I the only one on the planet who actually has feelings? Maybe I am the only one with wrong feelings. I’d love too say I’ve learned after this 2 day shock but I am human, and therefore stupid, and worst, half-fake blonde prone to masochist feelings so who knows? Anyway disappointments of the heart always give good Bridget Jones memoires!
Saturday 18 August
48 kgs. (but post-period), alcohol units 0.1 (I’m being a good girl), cigarettes 0 but in my mind 60 a day, calories 25424, male rejections 2 (uau in 24 hours even for me this is a very good mark), sips of diet coke 3 (just to remember the taste uhmmmmmmmm)
Food consumed today:
2 Gouda cheese slices
1 piece of Pierre Marcollini black Caribbean chocolate
1 chocolate cookie package (ups…)
1/10 Kriek
1 package of chips (ups…)
3 sips of diet coke
7PM. Brussels: my flat.
Ugh. The last thing on earth I feel like doing is going to run in Parc Cinquentenaire in about half an hour, but it’s a sacrifice I must do for art. The art of good thighs and ass to be more precise! Anyway what do they say on these Nike ads? No pain no gain? Or is it no sweat no gain? Anyway that’s bullshit because they’re always saying their tops are anti-sweat what is a contradiction in itself. In fact the best thing about running is that you appreciate being still a lot more. And anyway to quote whomever “the only reason I took up jogging is so I can hear heavy breathing again”. God. Sometimes I swear I just gain weight by breathing. And not the heavy type…
Anyway I have a strategy, I just tumble if I see a cute guy. Later on I’ll say if works.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
New born
Tonight was first place in the Pub Quiz! And I’m actually writing this a tad drunk haha... Not that I deserved 1st place but my team was gooood, and although I felt the psychological terror of playing in an Elite Team I think I managed not to look like a total dimwit. Just a little bit!
So I’m starting a Blog Adventure. Why come to my blog when there are so many you the audience may ask? I f****** don’t have a valid reason hahaha (evil laughter). I do have funny stories to tell. Once in a while. And I’m drunk. Next week I’ll be posting naked photos of my cat to grab the audience.
So I’m starting a Blog Adventure. Why come to my blog when there are so many you the audience may ask? I f****** don’t have a valid reason hahaha (evil laughter). I do have funny stories to tell. Once in a while. And I’m drunk. Next week I’ll be posting naked photos of my cat to grab the audience.
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