Silly thoughts of mine...

I've been talking to my sister about a colleague from work, that seems interested in me. She: "Is he protestant?" Me: "No". She: "What a shame..." Me: "Why?" She: "He could be your future husband..." Me: "He's just 20..." She: "What's the matter?"

Well. What's the matter? He's younger than me. He's temperamental (like me). He's a bit possessive (like me). He's imature (hey, don't look at me this way...) He treats me well. He's intelligent. And loves teasing me. I love it hohoho.

So what's the matter? The matter is...the matter is that I'm the most silly girl in the world. And I feel confused. And sometimes I feel worried about being...er...a 27-years-old girl that is still alone. Argh. I hate it.

About my colleague? Well...it's good to know you can attract men. But what about attracting the right man? I felt in love with some guys and none of them was the right guy. So I keep asking myself...where's he? Hidden enough so that I don't meet him hohoho. Argh. I'm slightly sad.

Jayan, I know you're going to say to me that I'll find him :) But I'd like to find him soon ;)

Kisses, my babies. Take care. Love uuuuuuu all ;)

Special Edition

How are you, babies? I am...hmmm...so so. Es geht. In fact, I'm suffering a lot. Therapy, therapy, therapy. I'm in "I dislike myself" phase. Oh Gosh. I want to set me free from this feeling. But...it will take some days. Few days, I hope.

I'm doing a "translation work". I love doing it. Have I ever told you? No, I think not. But I love it. I have to work with the language, the power of the language...and it makes me feel...hmm...powerful hohoho. Gosh, I'm so silly.

I'd like to get a hug and a kiss and listen to: "You're special to me". Because I'm not special at all. This is what I'm finding out nowadays. I'm not special at all. I'm just a very normal person. Aha.

Take care, babies. Miiiiissss you all. (It's true).

My Grandpa

I was thinking of my Grandpa. He was a unique person: always going to everywhere by his bicycle wearing trousers, t-shirts with long leeves and flip-flops. He was a poor man, but in his poverty he was really elegant: tall, slim, brown skin, curly hair always well arranged. His clothes were simple, but he always looked as elegant as a "Lord". He always loved to fish, and used to give fishes to my mom after she got married. I can remember when he came to visit us, taking some mom's favourite fish with him.

I feel sad 'cause I've never told him that I loved him. I was 9 when he died. At that time, I think I wasn't able to understand the meaning of the death (psychoanalists used to say that people are just able to understand it after being 12), so during some time I thought he would go back. But he didn't. And now I'd just wanted to say him that I love him. I love you, Grandpa. Always loved you.

Eu te amo, vô. Sempre te amei.

Pretty woman

Being a beautiful woman is a funny thing. I mean, it's really fun. Today I was working: sitting on the chair and checking some of the lots of lawsuits that I have to deal with every day. Two guys arrived to the registry office. When I lift up my head I could see their eyes looking at me. Oh Gosh. Really funny. You can feel that they just thought that you're pretty. I've never felt this before. It was the first time and it was delicious.

How are you, babies? Fine, I hope. I'm exhausted. Müde. Well...c'est la vie, u-hu.

Take care. Kiss you.

Ian, it's good to know you're better. Jayan, thank you for the mail :)

Movies and Marques

Two days off. 7th September: Brazil Independence Day. 8th September: Day of Vitória City. It's cold and I look like a lazy girl that just wants to watch DVD movies all the day. Yesterday we watched: "The Merchant of Venice", because of Al Pacino, Jeremy Irons and...Shakespeare. Then "Scent of Woman", because we really love Al Pacino. And "Analyze That", with Billy Cristal and Roberto De Niro, because my mom is a pshychoanalist. Today? Hmmm...maybe "Bowling for Columbine", by Michael Moore, because my mom is really a psychoanalist, "The White Countess" with that British blue eyed boy Ralph Fiennes, and "Syriana", with George Clooney (mom likes him) and Matt Damon.

Have you ever read a Gabriel García Marques book? Last year I read "Chronicle of a Death Foretold" and it's...how can I say? It's perfect. Every word, every sentence, every paragraph is in the right place. Reading a Marques book is not just reading a book, is to meet the perfection use of the language. He has the "word power", is a wizard and I could understand the reason why he awarded the Nobel Prize by reading this only one book. Reading a Marques book is to feed ourselves. Every sentence, every paragraph is a meal. It's a unique experience. I'd like to have this word power...I think I write well in Portuguese. But if I had just 10% of his power I'd be very pleased ;)


Take care, friends. Ian, I hope you're better, and Jayan, where are you? ;)

Bye, babies.