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.

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...

This is...

What I do for a living :). Eat your heart out people with boring jobs!!!

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

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´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????

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.

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!!!!
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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!!!

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

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???

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!!!