House hunting

So we are in the house hunting mode. In London, if you are on a budget, you see 10 houses, 8 will be really crap, 1 will be bad and 1 will be "well, if we have to move in a hurry, let's go for it". So far we've seen 4 houses and hopefully we will see another 5 by the end of next week.

To add tragedy to drama, we have to leave the flat on September 25th, we have a birthday party on the 30th, I work on the weekend of 6 and 7 of Setember and on the 13th. Basically we have 1 full weekend left.

Although loosing...

... I believe we have chances to win this match.

(yes, I believe in miracles)

The grass is always greener...

I can't help thinking that the US are playing exactly like the Brasilians should be playing. Their balls are so much stronger, so much faster, so much precise...

6.23 am...

... and here I am watching Brasil loosing for the USA at the volleyball finals.

Geez, after the great match yesterday, I think I'll have a heart attack.

If everything goes according to the plans, we are watching Hell Boy 2 tonight.

I've got a "new" computer at work. Not brand new, because it belonged to somebody else, but instead of a desktop I have a laptop. This now means that I have a slower computer, but I can now work from home too. Great, huh? :-

With Brazil's awful campaign in this Olympics, I shouldn't even waste much of my time writing about it. I guess I am truly suffering about our bad performance, maybe because I'm always hopeful that things will change, life will be better and the "future"* will one day finally come.

Sadly I'm not in a much better position when it comes to Portugal - my 2nd nationality. I guess I need to wait another 4 years to claim the British citizenship and support Great Britain in the next Olympics.

By the way, this is the logo for the 2012 Olympics. It's just me thinking it looks bizarre? I hope this is yet to be decided.

Poor poorly girl

That's me. I feel like being a bit of a drama queen today. Been feeling sickie for some days now, but being a woman I have to be brave and wake up everyday at 7am, go to work, work my ass out, leave late (almost 8pm today) and life goes on.

But today I'm feeling very poorly and in need of attention, i.e. have mum taking care of me.

Lucky me: mum is far away and boyfriend thinks these sickie dramas are for boys.

So, tomorrow out of bed at 7am again.

I was having some drinks with the folks at work today (ok, I was on diet pepsi) and we were talking about a pub/bar/restaurant next to our office that has happy hours 2-4-1 cocktails until 7pm. And here was the conversation:

Me: We should go there after work.
A guy: Nah, the place is kinky.
Me: Well, if the drink is good, what does it matter?
A guy: if the drink is good? We can see that you are a foreigner?
Me: what do you mean?
A guy: we don't say if the drink is good. Its not English?
Me: how would you say then?
A guy: I don't know, but not if the drink is good.
Me: oh, common, tell me. I don't want to speak bad english.
A guy: there's nothing wrong with what you said, but an English person would say 'if the club is nice', 'if the music is good'...

I genuinely thought he was talking about my grammar or bad English, but he was just calling me an alcoholic. That's fine then.

Quoting a guy at work:

Sarcasm is the cousin of anger.

Nice one.