Who said it would be easy??

Time is flying. Summer has never come. I said 'no' to one and 'yes' to another. Couldn't be happier. I need a driving license. I need driving lessons. I'm buying a car. I'm moving soon. I'm working harder than ever. Not complaining, I like it, but I'm tired. My sweetie is going to New York on Sunday. My to do list is huge. I keep forgetting things. Important things. Like to write or call my beloved friend Cris Portella on her birthday. I loved Die Hard 4.0 - Bruce Willis rocks! Not sure about Harry Potter. I'm going to Thorpe Park in August - nightmares have started. I miss my friends. I love my job. I love my life. I love to complain. I love changing. I love stability. I love instability. Already thinking about Christmas. And Brazil. And so many other things that I can remember them all. Good night!

So much to do, so much to say

I don't drink (at least I haven't been drinking lately), I don't smoke, but I feel that lately I'm loosing a bunch of brain cells and they are not being substituted. Funny thing is that I realised that because I have to think in two different languages, I feel like I have more stuff to do than I actually have. And I panic. Oh, yeah, I panic when I am under pressure, when I run out of time, when I have ten urgent things to do at once. I panic, I blog, I write e-mails, I panic a little bit more, and inbetween all these, I also do the stuff I have to. In the end everything goes fine. Some people might say that the stress was for nothing, but I think it is the opposite. Things only work right and on time with me because I get stressed and I make a big deal out of it. And just between you and me: I loved being stressed. It makes me feel useful and busy.

Lately my life has been turning around work, work, work, lots of work, preparing myself to work, being a little bit with Cipri, going to bed and work, work, work. This week I managed to meet Meytal for a quick drink, I went to Rafaela for our English class-massage session, and that's it. I was a bit moody, a bit unpatient, a bit unbearable to be honest.

Now I'm fine. Still at work, finishing some stuff before heading home to do some homework. *sign*

30, but looking like 7!

Marco sent me those pics today! There are from my surpise b-day party, June 22nd, at Cipri's place.

You can see that I am far from looking 30 years old, especially with that hawaiian thingy on my head. That drink near me is called PIMM's and I guess it is typically British. It's a quite refreshing summer drink. It wasn't so warm this year, but you have to keep up with the traditions and have it at this time of the year.

On the back you can see Roberto, Maggie and Edu. I was talking to Maryam, if I'm not mistaken. It was a great evening, friends around, nice food, nice music, nie trip the day after... like birthdays should always be. :-) Below are more of the same.

The time will come...

... when I will be able to write one post per day!

My record so far was of 23 posts, in May '07. Some may say that blogs are a bit of a waste of time. Some will say that it is a bit depressing: a public diary, a public cry for attention. Oh, well, you know what? When I was a kid, I used to have a private diary, and it became public against my will. So here at least it's my choice. And in 10 years from now, it will be fun to read all the crap I one day wrote. It is already funny to read things I wrote when I was sad, angry, hungry, cold, exhausted, happy, inspired, uninspired... This is the very private part of my public diary: the little secrets only me, myself and I know.

Neither there nor here...

There you are... more girly than I thought. I have to confess one thing though: I did say yes to I go to the manicure and take care of my feet very often, because if I don't do this NOW it is because in this country it is very expensive and I have to do it myself and I suck as a manicure. But in Rio I used to go to the beauty saloon EVERY Saturday at 8 am to have my nails done, eyebrows and hair. So...

You Are 52% Girly

You're a little girly, a little boyish, and probably a whole lot indie. You have your own unique style, and it pretty much defies gender lines.

How Girly Are You?

Changing a little bit!

I'm a bit moody these days, so I decided to change this a bit (either that or I'll punch some stranger).

Look how cancer I am... :-/

You are 80% Cancer

How Cancer Are You?

This Saturday I'm going to Royal Leamington Spa. I've never heard of it before, but checking on the train map, I learned it is on the way to Stratford-upon-Avon (Shakespear's home town), which is a sweet little town not too far away from London. Shame on me, living in London for almost 2 years now and I haven't been to any town outside London (oh, except Brighton, two weekends ago).

I think I might take the opportunity to travel more around the UK, since there are trains to everywhere (I love short trip trains - 3 hours maximum) and I can get discount on the ticket. And there is something really interesting here: if you are a group of 3-4 people, you can get a big discount as well. Oh, just remembered that I went to Maidenvale (where? Yeah, I know - but it's on the way to Reading - Reading Festival, does it ring a bell? - and Oxford) three weeks ago, but it doesn't count as it was a business trip and I didn't have time to explore the place.

So, here is a text about Leamington I've copied from some website that I am too lazy to credit. I'm going there to eat. Oh dear, and I complain that I can't lose weight...

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Leamington, A small village until the early 1800s, when the mineral spa waters found locally were used to develop a tourist trade and the Royal Pump Rooms were constructed. This generated a profitable local business environment and much of the fine regency architecture dates from this era.

The town is still well presented with good shopping based around the Parade and Warwick Street, plus The Royal Priors Shopping Centre off the main Parade.
The town planners also had the foresight to plan some good parks and right in the center of town is Jephson Gardens, a well laid out formal park with the river Avon passing through on its way to Warwick and Stratford.Also not far away is Newbold Commyn, a lovely large area of park land still in the town, and one of the most picturesque public golf courses in the area, with spectacular views over the town and across to Warwick Castle. Here also can be found the local sports center and swimming pool.

Leamington has a lively arts and entertainments centre, The Royal Spa Centre with a full programme of art and entertainments, and the recently refurbished Royal Pump rooms now houses the art gallery.

The picture on the left is how Clapham (South London) was yesterday, after a hail storm. According to the weather guys, our July will be like this. :-D


Below are images from the flood throughout England.

थिस इस मे त्र्यिंग तो राइट इन हिंदी।ई'वे नेवर नोतिसद थिस फेतुरे ओं ब्लॉगर। Ishalá!

It's getting warmer!!

Celebrate, Britons, summer will arrive. One day. It is 15°C now - warm if you compare to last week.

I remember when I was living in Rio. In winter, I used to wear two long sleeves t-shirts and get quite surprised when the temperature was around 18°C. Now, I am wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and it's alright. It's raining like hell. Just because now I have decided to walk from the train station to work (and vice-versa), the rain won't stop. It doesn't matter, I'm Brazilian and I never give up! By the way, the walk is about 20-25 minutes each way. Not too bad.

Fotolete da Estrela

There you go, Maryam. I forgot to tell you that although we say "fofoletchi", it's spelled fofolete.

The photo on the left is the original version, from the 70's? 80's? I don't know, to be honest, but I remember that I loved them when I was a kid.

The other two images are the "modern" versions. Now they come in a heart shaped box instead of a matchbox. I wonder if it was a anti-cigarette campaign or a feminist act!