Saturday, November 14, 2009
* Another friend with a 3-month-old cute little boy is moving to Germany anytime soon. Arranging to see her next weekend.
* Working this weekend.
* Brazil vs England friendly today. Stressed.
* Raining non-stop. ok, it stopped for 2 minutes and the sun is still trying to shine, but St. Peter is stronger today.
* Preparing to change address (online at least) this weekend. Wait and see.
* I'm hungry.
* Flying to Brazil on the 27th - have I mentioned that?
"Britons are among the ugliest people in the world, according to a dating website that says it only allows "beautiful people" to join.
Fewer than one in eight British men and just three in 20 women who have applied to BeautifulPeople.com have been accepted, an emailed statement from the website showed.
Swedish men have proved the most successful, with 65 percent being accepted, while Norwegian women are considered the most beautiful with 76 percent accepted, the website said.
"I would say Britain is stumbling because they don't spend as much time polishing up their appearance and they are letting themselves down on physical fitness," Beautiful People managing director Greg Hodge said. "Next to Brazilian and Scandinavian beauties, British people just aren't as toned or glamorous."
Only the male Russian and Polish applicants fared worse than British men, although Russian women had a 44 percent acceptance rate. Polish women did not appear in the table."
I thought it was funny, but not because "British people are ugly" (as my boss once told me and she is British) but because I wonder who the people that go to these sort of websites are. I understand that Swedish people will always be at the top - they are all tall, blond and beautiful (although not really my type of beauty, I can't deny they are good looking), all model-looking people. But I wonder if there are more exotic looking people on this website. I mean, I would be tired of looking at people that look all the same.
Anyway, we all had a laugh at work and wondered if we - our 'beautiful team' would pass the website's "beauty control. But we are just too busy to give it a try. :-)
By the way, although I like the obvious kind of beauty - those people that you don't dare say it's not beautiful - the weirdos have also a place in my heart. When I was 12-ish I used to have a big crush on Robert Smith from The Cure. :-)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Could almost go out and grab something to eat but I'm a believer of Murphy and I'm sure the queue will move quicker as soon as I leave my post.
I have enough fat in my body to survive!
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Annoying that the air con is on and at full power. Is this a (bad) Brazilian habit?? Geez...
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I really like my job and I really like having the job done, but lately we have had more and more to do but less people to do the work.
I try to keep my focus in 2010, but sometimes it's hard. I had to postpone my visit to the consulate to renew my passport 5 times and hopefully I'm going tomorrow because I booked 1/2 day holiday (nobody does that!).
Ok, had my moaning moment. Now the conclusion: yeah, it's annoying but I like to have the job done so I'll never get on time, leave on time unless the job is done. But most important: I'll have other problems to deal with next year. :)
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We are going to melt!!
(Not wanting to be Miss Grumpy here, but the same time I can't stand cold weather, I can't stand hot temperature. 25C is just perfect)
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We have about 2 days in summer when the temperature can go up to 32 (w-o-w), then on good days it will be around 20-25C (oooh, hot!). In winter, you won't find the freezing temperatures you get elsewhere (US, Canada, Northern Europe). It can get to zero, but rarely below that. And of course, no snow for us.
Having said that you get weird summer days with temperature around 10C for a whole month or snow in April. Fun.
I tried to be brave and not over dress or pest Mr. C to turn the heating on, but after yesterday's freezing day, I decided I need to look after my health. If before I was wearing a thin layer (I.e. My spring blouses from Brazil) + a coat, now I'm wearing tights under my jeans, boots, a couple of warm layers and the coat. Oh, and a scarf too. Not yet gloves or hats, as I'm expecting the temperature to drop when I'm back from Brazil. Oh, and we also had the heating on for the
first time since last winter. :)
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Sunday, November 08, 2009
I couldn't go one single day to the gym last week. Too bad. But honestly, I didn't miss it that much. I went to the cinema though. We saw The men who stare at goats and The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. The first one is a comedy, but I barely laughed. On the other hand, a couple of girls in the room were laughing hysterically and at the most obvious jokes - almost annoying. Oh, the funniest part - and this is me being sadistic - was the broken chair next to Mr. C. He put his stuff (backpack and jacket) on the chair to avoid people sitting on it - it was really broken. The sitting plan was: aisle, broken chair, Mr. C, me, another couple. You would think that nobody would want to sit on a single spot. Anyway, we were surprised by the amount of people asking him to remove his stuff off the chair. In the beginning he kindly explained that it was broken, but almost at the end of the film (why the heck people even bother to go in when it's 30 minutes to finish?) this guy came and he decided just to remove his things and the guy didn't even look - just went for it and straight to the floor. This was one only part of the film that I laughed so much that I cried!! For half an hour or so.
The second film is good if you like fantasy - it's visually beautiful and I probably got lost in my own thoughts and dreams and didn't pay much attention to the main plot. What is it all about again? Dreams, imagination, magic, mystery, nonsense. I guess I should watch it again, or maybe not and live in my own colouful dreams.
On Saturday we saw a couple of Portuguese-spoken films: one about East Timor (O Sonho do Crocodilo, which, shamefully, we slept during most of it because of a heavy meal we had before the film - rice, black beans, farofa, steak) and another from Mozambique (O Grande Bazar?). The second one is quite funny.
Today the event was less cultural, but not least fun: we went to Lillywhites and Mr. J's to watch Chelsea vs ManU, with Chelsea winning (1 x 0) and making everybody happy.
Damn, I forgot I left clothes in the washing machine before we left the house today!
Thursday, November 05, 2009
The weekend will be good! :-)
So, we found out that 'we were' expecting a baby in September, sometime around the 5th. I was at home with a friend from Brazil when I did the test, but I didn't tell her. I wanted to tell Mr. C first, of course. He was out, fixing something in the car. So I texted him the exam results (the image I posted a couple of days ago). I was happy, but I couldn't say anything. When he got home, I was expecting some sort of smile or a hug or... anything. But nothing. So I asked if he received my message. He didn't see it!!!! Yes, this is Mr. C. He sees the messages hours later. Anyway, so he looked at it, gave me a huge smile. It was the first day of the rest of our lives. :-)
I'm having an ok pregnancy. I get sick from time to time - but I learned that I simply cannot eat as much as I did, it needs to be small portions and all the time. I can eat anything, I don't get sick with smells, tastes, anything. Just quantities.
I've also been VERY EXTREMELY tired. Beyond acceptable. You remember all the complaints from previous posts? Always about how tired I was? Yeap, it wasn't only work, my friends. The little fellow just drained my energy. 8 pm I was already falling asleep, couldn't wake up with the alarm, sleepy all day at work. I'm much better now. It's 22h15 and I'm still here. A week ago? I was in bed an hour ago.
I also had a very weird week: 7 days with non-stop head-face ache + neck-back pain + not sleeping. Really annoying. So annoying I was off sick for the first time in years. Just one week.
But all in all, I'm all good and everything is perfectly manageable.
In England it's common to keep quiet in the first 12 weeks. So I did. But I really wanted to tell everybody straight away. It's such a good and different feeling.
The scan is just one of the most wonderful experiences I had so far. It's just amazing to see the baby and see it moving. I loved it! And I totally understand why Tom Cruise bought a ultrasound machine to see his daughter all the time. He is a freak but seeing the baby in the womb is just amazing (and addictive).
People who are thinking about having kids shouldn't think too much. If you think, you won't have it. There's no such thing like "the right time". The right time is the moment you think about it the first time.
Ok, let me rephrase this: if you have a partner, you love your partner, you are happy with your life (and by happy I just mean satisfied, not depressed and looking for a scape for all the bad things surrounding you), at least one of you have a job, you are not underage or not too young, go for it, don't think too much.
Please be patience with me. I'll still write about other stuff too, I promise. :-)
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...
Today is Guy Fawkes Night (or Bonfire Night). I was too cold to stay by the river to see the fireworks - but they are normally really good (maybe as good or better than the New Year's fireworks - in London of course).
Here is a little text I copied from Wikipedia:
Guy Fawkes Night is an annual celebration on the evening of 5 November. It marks the downfall of the Gunpowder Plot of 5 November 1605, in which a number of Catholic conspirators, including Guy Fawkes, attempted to destroy the Houses of Parliament, in London, United Kingdom.
It is primarily marked in the United Kingdom where it was compulsory, by fiat, until 1859, to celebrate the deliverance of the King of Great Britain; but, it is also celebrated in former British colonies including New Zealand, Newfoundland, South Africa, and parts of the Caribbean. Bonfire Night was celebrated in Australia until the mid- to late 1970s, when sale and public use of fireworks was made illegal and the celebration was effectively abolished. It is also celebrated in the British Overseas Territory of Bermuda . Festivities are centred on the use of fireworks and the lighting of bonfires.
If you want to know more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes_Night
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Although I'm only 7cm, I'm pretty much a complete baby. Need to improve some bits and pieces but mostly all I need to do from now on is grow. Mum will ensure she provides me with enough (good) food and she rests a lot, so I can grow big, intelligent and handsome like daddy.
Uncle Italiano says I have my dad's eyes. Well, this will be a surprise for the day I'm born, which is schedule for the 16th May 2010 by the way. Of course, this is just a tentative day - the actual day will depend on my mood and on the moon. I hope I don't get my mum's anxiety, otherwise I'll come before the date. She can't wait to see me and she has been having dreams about me already. The latest dream? I was this cute little boy (I'm cute, I'm little, but she doesn't know the sex yet) and she was trying to give me a bath - but she was using water from the fridge!!!! C'ommon, mum, you will have to learn quickly. I can't have bath with cold water - don't even think about it. Don't even dream about it!
Ok, I'm going to leave you for now; I have to give the blog back to the owner. It was a pleasure talking to you and I hope I will meet you all when I'm out of a comfy home. Oh, oh, and I have a secret to share: I heard mum is looking for a new address to blog. She said that since I came into her life, the sky is not so gray anymore. Or it is, but she doesn't care. Mummy loves me alright. :-)