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I'll be back soon.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Carnaval II
One week away from Carnaval I find myself dreading it already.
The city becomes a mess at this time of the year, traffic is crazy. All due to street Carnaval and parties all over town. Plus it's boiling hot and I have a cold.
I feel like escaping this place as fast as I can.
And then come back on March, the 2nd, when the year in Brazil REALLY starts.
The city becomes a mess at this time of the year, traffic is crazy. All due to street Carnaval and parties all over town. Plus it's boiling hot and I have a cold.
I feel like escaping this place as fast as I can.
And then come back on March, the 2nd, when the year in Brazil REALLY starts.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Brazilian curiosities
Beautiful, "meaty", hot women in Brazil are vulgarly called "planes".
During pre-carnaval days, we see lots of mulatas around, with sculptural bodies, that would certainly fall in this category.
Embarking on this chovinistic mood, I couldn't resist to post the picture of this mulata, who could be called a Boeing 777, and her formidable "behind".
During pre-carnaval days, we see lots of mulatas around, with sculptural bodies, that would certainly fall in this category.
Embarking on this chovinistic mood, I couldn't resist to post the picture of this mulata, who could be called a Boeing 777, and her formidable "behind".
Ala-la-o o o o
Carnaval is coming. I wish I could throw myself right in the middle of the madness.
Next year.. for sure.
Next year.. for sure.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The first time one never forgets
And I wish I was talking about sex, as my first time was pretty much below average.
In this case, I mean botox, of course, and I will sure not forget my first (and probably last) shot at it.
After having finally succumbed to this anti-ageing "miracle", or so people call it, I went ahead and "botoxed" my face. I had gone for a normal, harmless consultation at a (new) dermatologist and we then decided to go on with it - on the spot.
During the process, I thought of a joke I heard a few times as a child that goes like "if it's offered for free I'd even take injections in my forehead".. and kind of puzzled, I realised that there I was, PAYING to get injections in my forehead!!!
For most people the result of my venture might go unnoticed (not to Patrick, it sure did not) but I feel like I have a few paralysed spots in my face and a "devilish" look with ONE very high eyebrow...! Kind of a naughty, suggestive look 24/7 !?!
Now... is this whole vanity madness not a marvelous, contradictory contrast to the lighting up of incense, meditating and chanting mantras (next to hairy-armpit women) in my Iyengar class?!
The beauty lies in seeing the absurdity of the situation and NEVER to stop having a good laugh at it.
In this case, I mean botox, of course, and I will sure not forget my first (and probably last) shot at it.
After having finally succumbed to this anti-ageing "miracle", or so people call it, I went ahead and "botoxed" my face. I had gone for a normal, harmless consultation at a (new) dermatologist and we then decided to go on with it - on the spot.
During the process, I thought of a joke I heard a few times as a child that goes like "if it's offered for free I'd even take injections in my forehead".. and kind of puzzled, I realised that there I was, PAYING to get injections in my forehead!!!
For most people the result of my venture might go unnoticed (not to Patrick, it sure did not) but I feel like I have a few paralysed spots in my face and a "devilish" look with ONE very high eyebrow...! Kind of a naughty, suggestive look 24/7 !?!
Now... is this whole vanity madness not a marvelous, contradictory contrast to the lighting up of incense, meditating and chanting mantras (next to hairy-armpit women) in my Iyengar class?!
The beauty lies in seeing the absurdity of the situation and NEVER to stop having a good laugh at it.
Meanwhile in diaper world
My little baby Joaquim is starting to smile and say "Gu-gu" and he just looooves a cuddle. Actually at 2 months and a few days old he is already a professional "shmuzer".
He comes to mummy's arms and "pof!" - dead asleep.
Well, there is still a few years (and a loong time) before I get all mellow about this little chap going to primary school.
But then again, as I said earlier, time flies.
He comes to mummy's arms and "pof!" - dead asleep.
Well, there is still a few years (and a loong time) before I get all mellow about this little chap going to primary school.
But then again, as I said earlier, time flies.
A Milestone
Tomorrow Antonio starts primary school.
I can't help but to feel kind of blue facing this milestone of "my big baby's" life.
While tagging his books this afternoon I kept thinking that from tomorrow on he'll start building his knowledge and opening his mind to an infinity of interests. Forming life-long friendships (or at least as long as we stay here) and experiencing all the ups and downs that school life brings.
Extremely touched by all that lies ahead of my beloved little boy, I came to realise how time REALLY flies. And how important it is to fully participate in his life, guide, love and instruct him. But most of all, to enjoy -with him- the glorious childhood years of life.
I can't help but to feel kind of blue facing this milestone of "my big baby's" life.
While tagging his books this afternoon I kept thinking that from tomorrow on he'll start building his knowledge and opening his mind to an infinity of interests. Forming life-long friendships (or at least as long as we stay here) and experiencing all the ups and downs that school life brings.
Extremely touched by all that lies ahead of my beloved little boy, I came to realise how time REALLY flies. And how important it is to fully participate in his life, guide, love and instruct him. But most of all, to enjoy -with him- the glorious childhood years of life.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Revolutionary Road
Yesterday night I went to the cinema to watch Revolutionary Road.
More than a film, this is a mirror held in front of one's face.
I felt like my life will never be the same after being thrown those truths at.
The movie, nonetheless, is a masterpiece.
More than a film, this is a mirror held in front of one's face.
I felt like my life will never be the same after being thrown those truths at.
The movie, nonetheless, is a masterpiece.
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