Just speaking about silly things

"Solamente una vez...amé en la vida...solamente una vez...y nada más". Gosh, I'm addicted to Luis Miguel songs. Okay, okay, he isn't modern, or "cult", or whatever, but the old songs that he sings are really...er...hmm...er...lovely. Argh. I hate it. I hate when I'm not able to express my feelings in English. Blagh-blogh-bleegh-bleegh. At lest Miguel sings songs in Spanish...

Heavens! I lost my flip-flop-sandal (I really don't know the right name of the shoes that I was using at that moment, but I'm sure they were not flip-flops, nor sandals, please, gimme an English shoes dictionary!) as I was dancing bolero. I didn't feel ashamed. Okay, okay, just a bit. But if I was dancing with my favourite monitor I would feel very ashamed, of course. Took a decision? Next Saturday, go to shopping - to buy sandals to dancing class.

I don't talk in English for ages. I miss it. In fact, I'm afraid of losing my English language skills...

I was thinking about the reason why I've been always obsessive about English people. The answer is: History lessons. Can you see? Industrial Revolution in 18th Century, Cromwell's revolution, York x Lancaster: war of the roses, Hundred years war, English invasions in Northeast of Brazil, and of course, Darwin, those butterflies that changed their colour because of the pollution, the Londoner fog, (okay, okay, Genetics and Geography, shhh), Imperalism over India and so on. This is the only answer that I found. But...maybe it was just a choice: it's all about English language so...between the copy and the original, I prefer the original. A silly conclusion, but...well, it doesn't matter.

Bye, babies.

27!

Today I'm twenty seven. Twenty seven? Twenty seven! Oh heavens, I'm twenty seven! Gosh, it came so soon! I'll be 30 soon! 30? Oh no, it's better to not think about this today...maybe in 2009, of course.

Well...at least the owner of the hotel where we were guests during this weekend thought I was nineteen. A nineteen-years-old face and a twenty-years-old body with a twenty-seven brain. Oooooo...good combination, hurrah!

I'm thinking of cutting my hair off. My mom says: "No, no, your hair is so beautiful...!" Okay, okay. Maybe I give up. Oh yep, I was reminded of my parents conversation some days ago:

Mom: Mrs. Fernandes is really a Christian woman that has much faith. All of her daughters got marry and they all are very ugly!

Dad: (laughing) So aren't you a Christian woman that has much faith?

Mom: (in a funny way) I think I'm not! My daughters are beautiful and none of them get marry yet...! :P

Bye, babies. Take care of yourselves and don't do anything that I wouldn't do ;)

Here I am!

Hallo, boys! How are you? I am...er...fine. I'm really fine. I'm feeling fabulous! Marvelous! Hurrah!

I bought a nice "pocket bock": "The undomestic goddess" by Sophie Kinsella. It's witty, fun, interesting and...shallow, of course. Okay, okay. I was not waiting for a James Joyce novel, but I'm sure I would not read a Sophie Kinsella book if it was written in Portuguese, no way. Anyway, it's a delicious way to improve my poor English and to learn new words and expressions. Now I'm craving for reading another pocket bock by this girl, I confess...

Oh. My ballroom dance class. Did I tell you that I love dancing with him? He is my favourite monitor, of course. We're getting good friends: he came to me to say "hi" when I just arrived at the school, and to say "bye" at the end of the class. And I "earned" two kisses on my cheek by these times. How sweety. Well, but the "top moment" was when he said to me, just after I executed a new bolero movement that the teacher just taught us: "Wow! How light you are!" Me? Light? Incredible! I'm learning new things about me by having these classes...some new things are about dancing and some new things are...er...more interesting, of course. Anyway, I'm enjoying my life...it's a challenging time, but it's also...a stunning one! [Just to use a word that I've learned by reading the book...]

Bye, babies.

Pretty woman

Oh Gosh. Gosh, gosh, gosh. I'm feeling awfully well. Yes, I am! It's so incredible to feel this way...sometimes I feel like I was in a "Vinolia Scent" advertisement...I'm walking and the men that walk on by me look at me with an interested and oblique look. In the past, I could think it's very strange, but nowadays I love realizing it! I'm not just a woman, I'm also that kind of woman that attracts the men sight...and I love it!

Okay, you can think that I'm just a conceited girl, but it's not at all! Before this time, I've never thought I was that kind of woman, I even thought that I was unable to attract the men, but now I know it was not true! And I LOVED realizing it!

It's a different time to me...it's really different, and I'm enjoying this moment!