tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62196192012-02-16T08:22:18.614-02:00Thinking and playingA brazilian girl experimental weblogPriscilanoreply@blogger.comBlogger2041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-24375263734106178142010-09-08T23:49:00.003-03:002010-09-09T00:07:16.322-03:00A Maths ruleIf you study Maths 'till late night, you won't sleep so easily....I even didn't imagine that I would have to study Maths if I'm doing a Post-Graduation in Tributary Law. I was prepared for law and law and law...not for Maths. Argh. And the exame is on next 27th...I mean, I don't hate Maths. I even liked it when I was at school. But it's really irritating if you try to solve a problem Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-54654593568722980442010-08-04T20:20:00.002-03:002010-08-04T20:22:55.453-03:00Coming soonI'm going to...Paris! And Turkey. And Israel (again). With husband, Mom and Dad. Next July.It will be so exciting!Hurrah!Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-78544076889096053042010-02-17T21:42:00.009-02:002010-02-17T23:29:54.711-02:00It's really hot nowadays. And our air-conditioner apparel isn't working because of a dumb guy that should solve the electricity problems of the house but just got to make the things worst. Oh, my.... I'm almost getting desperate, you see.We've been visiting my husband parents on Carnival. His mom's a wonderful cook - and she says she hates cooking! I suppose my husband cooking skills have a Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-1286121182403791972009-12-05T18:41:00.002-02:002009-12-05T18:47:32.050-02:00Wedding Party Pictures There are more here ;) Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-57161324766267322452009-02-21T17:40:00.003-03:002009-02-21T17:59:51.426-03:00Hallo!It's a beautiful day. It's a sunny Saturday, it's hot and it's a perfect time to go to a nice restaurant to eat...fish. Moqueca capixaba. 'Cause we love fish and shrimps! And "moqueca capixaba" is a wonderful and tasty Brazilian dish.Mom, Dad, me and my fiancé - a happy group at "Ninho da Roxinha", a nice restaurant that serves fish, but also camel-bird (ostrich), lamb, bull and frog. We Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-29357991337521534362008-10-22T21:40:00.002-02:002008-10-22T21:49:44.713-02:00The wedding is coming... ...not so soon, but it's coming...Priscilanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-7183324643134317232008-08-23T20:44:00.002-03:002008-08-23T21:05:56.702-03:00HalloHallo boys! Well...I'm here again, I'm healthy, I'm fine, I'm happy...Travelling was a great experience. I have never had travelled to a foreign country, so it was really exciting! I could use my English and believe...it was wonderful! I talked to Egypcian, Greek and Israelits salesmans, I talked to Jewish tourists, I went to the Al-Khalili market in Cairo and bought things...and I got Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-87395696844073962292008-08-02T21:23:00.004-03:002008-08-02T21:43:28.552-03:00Mount Sinai23rd of July - my birthday: I was on the top of Mount Sinai, in Egypt :)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-71087997723482656152008-06-22T13:48:00.002-03:002008-06-22T13:52:52.122-03:00Saturday morningMe and my love visiting Light of Santa Luzia, in the city of Vila Velha.A sunny day, the wonderful view of the ocean, the sound of the sea birds...a lovely morning. Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-9239143547565335972008-06-15T18:58:00.005-03:002008-06-22T14:27:37.409-03:00Going to a wedding... My love and mePriscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-78559299312162640142008-06-02T21:32:00.002-03:002008-06-02T21:35:25.459-03:00MessageI was sleeping, so I heard the sound of my mobile...it was a message from him:"It doesn't matter if you'll read this message just tomorrow, I just want you to know you're pretty and very special and I'm very lucky that you're with me".I'll change that Steve Wonder lyrics and ask you: isn't he lovely? ;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-25861573893993170812008-05-18T15:04:00.001-03:002008-05-18T15:06:30.772-03:00DifferentHe: "You're completely different from the others girls that I ever met..."Me: "What do you mean?"He: "The things that you like, your personality...you're amazing..."...my pleasure ;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-74235419283029142582008-05-04T19:55:00.003-03:002008-05-04T20:04:28.117-03:00MessageThis afternoon I got a message on my mobile. From him:"Hi Pree, miss you. People are saying that I'm smiling much more nowadays. That's why I'm happier now that I found you."...he can't be happier than me ;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-29646547789965245352008-04-13T20:25:00.003-03:002008-04-13T20:43:59.998-03:00LovelyOnce I wrote down here that I like men that wear white pants and know how to cook...well, he wears white pants and knows how to cook.And he thinks I'm gentle and pretty and sensitive. And calls me "my Pree".Isn't he lovely? ;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-57216566013999915372008-02-23T21:15:00.005-03:002008-02-23T21:21:17.424-03:00TruthThe sound of the silence and the music fills my heart...I'm just happy...and it's enough. Priscilanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-1146368221269356722008-02-16T16:56:00.003-02:002008-02-16T16:58:59.660-02:00WonderI wonder if he's real,I wonder if it's true,I wonder if he's really here, sitting and talking to me.Maybe I'm lucky,maybe I'm glad,maybe it's everything I was longing for.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-39510155010844115422008-02-05T20:48:00.000-02:002008-02-05T21:11:50.967-02:00It's gonna be......well, I really don't know what it's going to be, but I'd like it's going to be like that:"It's gonna be love,It's gonna be great,It's gonna be more than I can take.It's gonna be free,It's gonna be real,It's gonna change everything I feel.It's gonna be sad,It's gonna be true,It's gonna be you're the one to do.It's gonna be hard,It's gonna be tough,It's gonna be more than just Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-82172292647533000052008-01-26T22:39:00.000-02:002008-01-26T22:56:48.672-02:00I'm 28~Pictures by Priscila's sister.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-88166268560143447662008-01-20T20:13:00.000-02:002008-01-20T20:52:12.456-02:00Inside out(Bryan Adams)~You can wacht the video here. The video is a bit bizarre, but the song is great...The biggest lie you ever told,your deepest fear 'bout growin' old,the longest night you ever spent,the angriest letter you never sent.The boy you swore you'd never leave,the one you kissed on New Year's Eve,the sweetest dream you had last night,your darkest hour, your hardest fight.I wanna Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-2920909673772611182008-01-01T18:35:00.001-02:002008-01-01T19:59:07.305-02:00January, 1st "It's a new world, it's a new start,It's the life with the beating of young hearts.It's a new day, it's a new plan,I'v been waiting for you:Here I am." Here I am - Bryan AdamsPriscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-31248289541884674262007-12-26T23:02:00.000-02:002007-12-31T09:20:55.203-02:00Gifts for the girls (and the party at the CourtHouse) ~ And Happy New Year! I think Mari liked the chocolates... I gave them X-mas trees with chocolates... Regina and Bruna - two very special friends of mine Regina wearing Bruna's sun glasses and kidding Regina pretends that I'm teaching her how to do my work... Mari gave me gifts at the CourtHouse party... I liked to get my favourite soaps Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-5100469203923655172007-12-23T13:21:00.000-02:002007-12-23T13:49:57.913-02:00GiftsI bought Mom "Boy in the striped pyjamas" by John Boyne, 'cause some time before she said she would like to read it. I bought "Inizzio Acqua" to my sister, her favourite scent. And I'll give Dad...chocolates! 'Cause he really likes it...My sister was so anxious that gave me the gift yesterday! What a stupid girl :P I'll giver hers on X-mas Day, she'll have to wait! :P She bought me "Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-1475910932259775232007-12-20T19:39:00.000-02:002007-12-20T20:03:12.463-02:00It's almost...X-mas! Tomorrow I'll get my salary - I have looots of things to do. Or, even better, to buy...This week I bought some special chocolates to give to my friends at the office - the most wonderful girls that I ever knew. It was so funny! Bruna had brought her camera - it was a coincidence! - so we took lots of pictures, we laughed a lot, it was great! She'll send me the pictures, so I Priscilanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-19541536584251669672007-12-17T20:34:00.000-02:002007-12-17T20:55:42.173-02:00That lawyerThe girls say that that lawyer is interested in me. I still don't know if he's really flirting with me or if he's just very nice. Maybe there's a thin line between "flirting" and "being just very nice". I didn't go to the CourtHouse party last Thursday and the trainee girl told me that when she arrived at the party he asked her: "Who's Priscila?"Today he came to Infancy Court and askedPriscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-85929754247087401832007-12-15T16:20:00.000-02:002007-12-15T16:35:22.259-02:00The songs of the girlHi boys! I'm better. I'm really better. Well...maybe it's because I am a woman, and women use to be like this? Dunno. Maybe. But...let's change the subject. I got looooads of music through Internet and I'm really glad. Here's my new playlist:1. Forever - Kiss2. Free falling - Tom Petty3. She will be loved - Maron 54.That don't impress me so much - Shania Twain5. Sowing the Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-29844270881326644892007-12-12T20:37:00.000-02:002007-12-12T20:46:45.321-02:00WeaknessI thought I was stronger. I feel so weak that I'd like to die. I can't take anymore. I'm exhaust. I haven't studied Law or German for the last three weeks. I even didn't go to the classes or attend the church, I'm scared.I'm not going to the CourtHouse party tomorrow, even if people are asking me all the time: "Why aren't you going to the party?" What can I say? I have to protect myself, Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-24863328989237482222007-11-29T21:14:00.000-02:002007-11-29T21:17:45.900-02:00HalloThings are getting harder. I mean...you have to make decisions. I have to make decisions. It's difficult, but...it's needed.Oh, everything's rubbish. You always know what you have to do, but you have to decide.Day off tomorrow. Lots of things to buy and I have to take my passport.Take care.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-53127419852519767282007-11-18T22:04:00.001-02:002007-11-18T22:07:14.039-02:00Straight from the heart"Straight from the heart,tell me we can make one more start.You know I'll never go,as long as I know it's coming straight from the heart."Piece of "Straight from the heart" by Bryan AdamsIt's an old song, but this last verse touched me. I mean...you can't be superficial. You'll never touch people if everything you do it's not coming from the heart. If so...they'll leave youPriscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-55184510822631929802007-11-16T17:46:00.001-02:002007-11-16T18:04:03.742-02:00Hey youHallo babies. It's holiday! I went to a Cinema Festival with my friend Pablito, I had Tai Chi Chuan lessons - and I loved it!It's raining. I'm going to have classes tomorrow....Longing for a boyfriend.Thinking about buying "Anthology" by Bryan Adams.I have nothing to speak about - you realised, eh?Take care, babies. Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-89395543105593851152007-11-10T12:19:00.000-02:002007-11-10T12:23:08.617-02:00FriendsRegina, Dani, Mari, Diogo (yeah, "that" boy), me and Larissa.Great people. Love working with them :)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-45397713223540267092007-11-04T19:32:00.000-02:002007-11-04T19:37:46.605-02:00Dreaming about...I'm dreaming about Paris. It's a shame I'll stay there for just 4 days. I'd like to have 15 days at least....I miss home. My home, my house. The bedroom window with the view of the garden. The studies room with the view of a distant lake. The sound of the birds. My things. Oh, I miss them! But I'm going home tomorrow. Thank you, God!I'm a bit sad. Just want to listen to music...Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-19823185431764290992007-10-27T21:00:00.000-02:002007-10-30T09:32:33.701-02:00ListeningWhat am I listening to right now? Jorge Drexler, the Uruguaian composer and singer that composed "Al otro lado del rio", theme from Walter Salles's movie: "The motorcycle diaries". He's perfect. Intriguing. Bizarre. Love him. And I bought the album "Eco" just because of a Professor that told me that the album was great. It is.Well...what about you, boys? What are you listening to right Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-88279141563675908032007-10-19T20:52:00.001-02:002007-10-20T17:05:22.342-02:00Cosmopolitan girlIf everything goes fine, I'll visit to Israel, Greece, Egypt and France next July. I need to get my passport, think about lots of things and...dream, of course.Does somebody want a souvenir...?Today I spent 675 reais (about 340 dollars) to buy a present to mom. Wich present? Sigmung Freud Collection. Mom has a CD-ROM with the collection, but she wanted the books. So...if I can't Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-42923775773405047892007-10-14T12:46:00.000-02:002007-10-14T13:03:22.720-02:00I am......alive.There's just one thing I want for X-mas: a boyfriend. Pleeeease.I'm going to get 40% more soon. Even the judge teased me: "You'll earn more, you'll get 10 boyfriends at least..." He's awful. He speaks aloud, he speaks bad words, he likes teasing people, but he's a good guy. I think. And I'm going to work with him. Oh gosh.I'd like to buy a Tonic album - "Sugar". But they don't Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-50050978557654826982007-10-07T15:41:00.000-03:002007-10-07T15:44:15.753-03:00HiHallo babies! How are you all? I'm listening to Weezer. 'Loving them. They're super! Thanks to my friend Pablo ;)Anything else? Hmm. No. I'm fine. Just.Take care, dearies.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-27911034466284431112007-09-29T14:46:00.001-03:002007-09-29T22:11:53.505-03:00MessI'm not proud of myself. In fact, I'm in a mess. It's so stupid to know that I though I'd always have all the asnwers. But the things are going this way...and I have no answer. And I must be glad 'cause I have no answer. I mean...life can't stop. Life must go on...even if you can't rebuilt yourself.Oh, I'm just in crisis. It's foolishness, I think. Or maybe not. It's just a bit complicated, IPriscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-10238814413410857402007-09-28T20:52:00.000-03:002007-09-28T20:57:32.508-03:00Sleepy girlHallo, babies! How are you all? I'm too much sleepy. Too much sleepy. I have a cold and took some medicine....and it made me feel almost asleep. Oh gosh. I need my bed.Classes tomorrow. Have a new house. Really nice, with a wonderful view. And birds, and flowers and little monkeys. Really cute.I need to find out how much valuable I am. Really need it.Jay, where are you? Miss you. Neil,Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-38305626253680914522007-09-21T12:00:00.000-03:002007-09-21T12:21:19.135-03:00On my ownHe flirts with me almost all the time. And he has a girlfriend. He asked me if I couln't invite him for a cup of tea after work. In my house. I live alone. I said no. He's a nice and funny guy so we went out for eating something after work. We talked abit. He asked me if I wouldn't like to watch a DVD with him. In my house. I said no. He asked me if he could help me to box my things 'Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-53648112774773593982007-09-16T15:28:00.000-03:002007-09-16T15:32:14.054-03:00Truly"God is good/ All the time/ Through the darkness night/His light will shine".Maybe it's foolishness, but now I can understand all the things. And it's not because it's Sunday. It's just because...well...just because He's real to me. Just.May we all have a great week ;)Take care, boys.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-34163695603257784782007-09-15T10:41:00.000-03:002007-09-15T10:58:00.226-03:00Long way downI's perfect to read"A long way down" by Nick Hornby when you're feeling really unhappy. I feel better when I know that there are people so unhappy that they would commit suicide. Nick couldn't have written a better book that I could read these days.I thought that I had some inner value. You know, I thought that I was so interesting that a guy could be interested in me. But I was Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-4371952036672871652007-09-11T13:50:00.000-03:002007-09-11T14:04:17.281-03:00September dayWonderful blue sea. Wonderful blue sky. Wonderful sunny day. A blonde woman with red nails wearing a black bikini enjoys the sun. Nothing can bother her. She's delighted 'cause the water temperature is perfect and she can swim and dip and float.It's simply a September day and I'm glad.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-79526092700615752732007-09-09T17:40:00.000-03:002007-09-09T17:56:31.668-03:00RedAlways.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-33944125340683162722007-09-08T09:30:00.000-03:002007-09-08T10:03:25.196-03:00Notting Hill?"Can two people fall in love with the whole world watching?". This is the question of "Notting Hill" movie and, in fact, this is the situation that I'm living now. I know that everything started just because people spoke about us, but I also know that I just took a decision 'cause I wanted to. I just invited him to go out with me 'cause I was longing for this. But I thought that, Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-20309774033803620112007-09-07T12:52:00.000-03:002007-09-07T12:58:20.322-03:007th SeptemberHoliday. Sea. Beach. Breeze. A very sunny day in parent's city. I'm walking happy 'cause it's a wonderful day. I'm better. I can't understand anything, but I'm better. How are you all?Listening to Roxette. Do you remember them? Marie Fredriksson and Per Gessle are celebrating 20 years! Love those songs..."Listen to your hear", "Joyride", "Fading like a flower", "Dangerous", "SpendingPriscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-67133723104433375242007-09-06T22:48:00.000-03:002007-09-06T22:51:52.764-03:00SighI know that it wouldn't work out. I know that we're too much differents in very important points. But I'm still sad, I'm still unhappy. And I want to go back to the girl that I am, I just want to go back!But I don't know the way...Take care, boys.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-86753134998544880802007-09-04T09:04:00.000-03:002007-09-04T09:07:34.850-03:00DozenThis girl is going to take twelve days off! Twelve days off! Oh, it's so wonderful! And my boss is so lovely!These days will be greeeeeat days, I'm sure!Take care, boys. Love you. Jay, miss you. Neil, you know, you're my beloved friend, today and always.;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-15730249499318902392007-09-01T22:07:00.001-03:002007-09-01T22:24:41.692-03:00Dressed to killShopping. A Betty Boop bag. Jeans pants (I love them!). Two pair of sandals. Three tank tops. Make-up.Dressed to kill.Take care, boys ;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-91823349999499292952007-08-25T17:45:00.000-03:002007-08-25T17:53:35.524-03:00SighHallo, babies. How are you all? I am...hmm...so so.The thing is: I don't know what I want. And I think he doesn't know what he wants. We just know each other for almost three months. Maybe the things happened too much fast...I just know that he doesn't want to lost the contact. That's the reason why he brings music to me to listen. But the rest....I really don't know. I'm lost.Take care, Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-40099130510346749642007-08-19T10:52:00.000-03:002007-08-19T12:43:17.006-03:00Next songsI guess somebody is trying to reeducate my musical taste. Now I'm listening to Ozzy Osbourne and Randy Rhoads. He told me that Rhoads was a classical guitar musician that loved rock'n'roll and died in a tragic accident. I'm not sure, but...it's a coincidence? He knows that I studied classical piano for 10 years, and the two things that he loaned me have classical elements...Kiss with Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-53996860138209383922007-08-11T15:06:00.000-03:002007-08-11T16:35:52.182-03:00The truthOookay. I think I really like him. And I think I have to invite him to go out with me again. I'll get crazy if I don't. Aaand. The best part is that I have "Kiss Symphony" DVD that he loaned me. Kiss? Have you been watching a Kiss DVD, Priscila? Yeah, Kiss with Melbourne Orchestra. The act two is wonderful! I loved "Forever", "Shandi" and "Sure know something". And I have to gave back toPriscilanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-6160326158293707572007-08-07T08:48:00.000-03:002007-08-07T09:49:08.876-03:00The storyWe talked a lot. We laughed a lot. We kissed each other (oookay, not as many times as I'd like, I have to admitt...). We stayed together for about four hours and it was perfect. He's witty, funny, talkative. I'm witty, funny, talkative. A great couple, you know? I had a great night. But I've been thinking about everything and, yes, he's intelligent, interessant, smart...but he's also Priscilanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-9096591129019144792007-08-05T12:43:00.000-03:002007-08-19T18:15:44.545-03:00It just happened...Oh boy, oh boy. I'm feeling like Rob Fleming. This is the last thing I was waiting for, I have to admitt. I would never have realised the whole thing if my friends had not said those foolish things. I mean...they were right. And me, that is a person that always thought that knew everything, me, I realised I know nothing. Nothing, you know? Nothing. I got scared, I'm still Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-69336567641297325972007-07-29T21:57:00.000-03:002007-07-29T22:49:13.581-03:00Priscila's surprise Birthday party I just came in the room and..."Happy Birthday to you!" Do you want a piece of this cake... ...or this one? "Golden skin girls" :P Me, a trainee boy and the bossMe and the girls that work with me (and the arm of my boss) The girls (and the hidden boy)It was a lovely and funny day!In fact, I've never imagined how much these girls above like me :) It's so good to Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-63700612558664246442007-07-27T21:11:00.000-03:002007-07-27T21:23:37.568-03:00Surprise!Hallo, boys! You can't imagine what...the girls made a surprise party for me! :) It was so funny and lovely: it had a cake, candles, soft drinks and "Happy Birthday to you" sung by the girls, my boss, his wife and a trainee boy. Isn't it wonderful? I got so happy and flattered! And I got presents, yeah: a moisturizer, delicious soaps, a babydoll with tiny images of ladybugs (oh, so Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-29414244120395199282007-07-20T21:54:00.000-03:002007-07-21T09:03:21.138-03:00Hallo!Hi babies! How are you all? I'm pretty fine :)We have a new judge. He scares us. But I got a compliment from him (yeah!), and I even explained him a piece of Portuguese grammar - oh yeah, just to show him that I know Portuguese grammar very well. Maybe as well as him.Today's Friend's Day! Mom even called me: "Happy Friends' Day, little friend!" And it was so lovely and funny to greet the Priscilanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-28348655726598626982007-07-15T11:14:00.000-03:002007-07-15T11:34:55.461-03:00The course Who needs a teacher inside the room? He's in São Paulo. Shouldn't I be paying attention on the teacher? Yeah, I'm sure I should... Isn't it a lovely notebook? It's mine! Aaah, tea break! (And yeah, I love these trainers!)Take care, boys! And enjoy the Sunday!I also had classes today, yeah, I know, I'm crazy...;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-24469516760520932752007-07-06T22:10:00.000-03:002007-07-06T22:28:47.750-03:00Lovely Spike Can I smell you? I love having friends... But I get sad if they're gone...Do you wanna be my friend?Take care, boys ;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-59930858648606677712007-07-01T18:43:00.000-03:002007-07-06T22:36:53.755-03:00Não precisa mudarDo you want some Brazilian music? This week I'm addicted to "Não precisa mudar", a quite cheerful song by Ivete Sangalo and Saulo Fernandes. You can watch the video with the pretty Ivete here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPS0tVvXzs8 Try it! ;)Não precisa mudarYou don't have to change yourselfNão precisa mudar:You don't have to change yourself:vou me adaptar ao seu jeito,I'm Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-34408225391050333322007-06-30T18:07:00.000-03:002007-06-30T18:39:18.253-03:00Office againThe first look It's a nice place, isn't it? My table! I was listening to Sugababes when I took this picture :DHow are you, boys? I have a cold, argh.But I have no fever, so I'm still very fine! And I'm going to ballroom dance class right now! Hurrah! Take care, deariiies. ;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-30749895577226739572007-06-24T20:46:00.000-03:002007-06-24T21:16:17.070-03:00Priscila's greatest hits - vol. IIAs you can see, I could record a CD with no James Morrison, Jamie Cullum or Michael Bublé songs :D There are some 80's and 90's hits, a bit of Texas again...I really like them. Here you can check Priscila's greatest hits - vol. I: http://thinkingplaying.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-own-soundtrack-i-have-to-admitt-im.html1. Diego Tórres - Color Esperanza2. Whitney Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-42266112456468867062007-06-23T12:54:00.000-03:002007-06-23T13:07:06.262-03:00The officeMy computer Do you want to work with me?Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-14541050221154640702007-06-15T21:23:00.000-03:002007-06-16T09:17:07.786-03:00Priscila's studiesYou'll never be alone if you have lots of things to study....Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-16101871473344494702007-06-10T14:14:00.000-03:002007-06-10T14:35:16.486-03:00Little silly thingsHallo boys. I'm listening to a puppy love song called "Beautiful soul" by Jesse McCartney. No, he's not a Paul relative. Just a coincidence. Life is full of them..."I don't want another pretty faceI don't want just anyone to holdI don't want my love to go to wasteI want you and your beautiful soulYou're the one I wanna chaseYou're the one I wanna holdI wont let another minute Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-81924871938867929352007-06-06T21:42:00.000-03:002007-06-06T21:47:43.138-03:00HalloHi, boys. How are you? I'm a bit tired, a bit upset, a bit disappointed...Hope you're better than me. I'm going to enjoy 5 days off...Take care. Maybe I'll wrote more soon. Maybe not...;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-11051657720614752952007-05-27T20:41:00.000-03:002007-05-27T20:57:05.433-03:00QuickHi. Waves. Hmm. How are you all? I'm feeling a bit strange. I'd like to talk, but...Well, can you imagine what I'm listening to right now? Carla Bruni. Those dancing days are gone. I think her second album will come to Brazil just next year. Oh dear. Very late. Why was I born in South America? Argh.Hmm. Well. There's nothing to be said. I'd just like to talk. My boss will move to another Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-64560406494891802182007-05-23T13:01:00.000-03:002007-05-23T13:13:41.533-03:00My own soundtrackI have to admitt: I'm 27 and I had never recorded a cd with my favourite songs...until yesterday. Oh, don't look at me this way..."better later than never". My 20 top are bellow - not in order of appearance, 'cause it would be much more difficult. But I confess that I loved, loved, loved this sequence: it's so perfect that I'm scared that I did it without thinking about the songsPriscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-67598021904328775132007-05-19T19:23:00.000-03:002007-05-19T19:51:29.274-03:00Things that just happen when you live far from your parents #1Your mother lets a drawing in your wardrobre so that when you arrive at your parents home, you can find a greeting - because she's not at home and is going to arrive later."I love you! Kisses, Mom".Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-58730227959037719952007-05-13T22:05:00.000-03:002007-05-13T22:29:31.920-03:00Pretty girlsHer name is Juliana - we call her "Juju" (Joo-joo) - and isn't she absolutely lovely? :) And no, she isn't my daughter - although she looks like me ;)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-54777825524064682112007-05-06T18:55:00.000-03:002007-05-06T21:46:30.297-03:00Just feeling better~You can also listen to this entry here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4A-bpwJKw0What can I say? I'm cured. My stomach is working in a suitable way - thanks, Lord - and I'm feeling really better. Really better. And...guess what? I just started to feel better after my ballroom dance lesson. In fact, I just realised I was better after the lesson. No stress, no "studying things"Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-20209813897814028712007-05-03T19:42:00.000-03:002007-05-03T20:07:13.273-03:00Doubts?I'm stressed.My stomach isn't working properly - and I don't know why.I'm often hungry - and I don't know why.I haven't still started to study for the exam and I'm already feeling thus...aargh.Dad was here asking some things about his English lesson ( yeah, he attends an English course - but he has always an excuse to not go there...) After I answered all the questions, he asked me: "How Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-72289683438818963422007-04-28T09:48:00.000-03:002007-05-01T17:44:13.531-03:00Mad for teaI've never realised how much I love tea 'til last Twesday. I was on Criminal Office trying to make that stupid network works when the trainee boy came in taking a cup of tea and a cup of coffe. I asked him about the flavour of the tea - he answered: "cidreira", but don't ask me to translate it: do it yourself :D and he also said me that there was tea in the kitchen. I went there Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-23644627192919248102007-04-21T17:22:00.000-03:002007-04-22T14:13:20.080-03:00Happiness, ad, cancer, etc...Mom says that I look like happier. I don't know if I feel happier. Maybe...who knows? I just know that I did one thing that I should have done much time before. In fact, I never thought that I could do that...and I'm happier just because I did. I feel free indeed.How are you, boys? Fine...I hope. I don't hear from you all for so long... ;)I'm almost finishing my Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-25123193017573997942007-04-13T21:29:00.000-03:002007-04-13T21:39:37.441-03:00From the other side of the world...Law, law, law. I just can think about Law. And find two hours per week to study German.I know I'm a bit absent...forgive me, you know...it's my new lifestyle, right, Ian? I really must thank you for the lovely e-mail...you're the one that showed me that you really like me...it's like Audrey Hepburn sings in "My fair lady": if you love me, show me! ;)Jay, I'd Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-85573791063768990372007-04-05T20:27:00.000-03:002007-04-05T20:50:45.999-03:00Who? Me? Doesn't it sort of look a little bit like a kind of diva?No..... PS.: Last entry I typed "000000.5", that makes no sense, instead of "0.000005", that really makes sense. Or maybe it also makes no sense, if a nonsense girl typed it... Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-2454282248488756272007-04-04T17:50:00.000-03:002007-04-04T22:17:33.716-03:00Let's say everythingIn fact, there are some things that I should say. I'm in crisis and I don't know how much time it will take. I think I'm much more aware about myself that I've ever been before. Maybe I can't blame myself 'cause I'm an almost-28-years-old-woman that is still single and has a job that she has no passion for. Perhaps I'm innocent? I don't know. I'm just tired, you know?Last Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-38144303054342215832007-04-04T14:15:00.000-03:002007-04-04T14:43:14.503-03:00NothingI could say lots of things.But, actually, there's nothing that I want to say.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-57054087991501677362007-04-03T14:07:00.000-03:002007-04-03T14:30:47.294-03:00That thingToday I woke up a bit depressed. Maybe I had some bad dream at night whose content I can't remember and it annoys me. I don't have to work this week (my boss is so cute), so I'm reading Nick Hornby ("High Fidelity") and listening to Michael Bublé and they help me to enjoy being depressed - in fact, I've never realised that there's a pleasure at being depressed 'til today...maybe is thisPriscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-82217620646550148332007-04-01T23:51:00.000-03:002007-04-01T23:55:00.589-03:00Because it's Sunday...and I'm an amazing girl. Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-67969900423511749382007-03-31T20:44:00.000-03:002007-03-31T21:56:22.969-03:00Have I told you that...Beloved Jesus. Where's the man that danced very badly? I got shocked. He danced bolero almost perfectly! Maybe he has been trying during the week? Maybe he had some classes with another teacher? I have no idea. And the strangest thing happened when he asked me: "Are you attending the ballroom dance parties on Sundays?" Me: "No, I'm not..." He: "What about if we started Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-8535514632579126362007-03-25T21:51:00.000-03:002007-03-25T21:56:48.516-03:00Sister's workShe's working with Corel Draw and made it for me. Nice, isn't it? And it's just the beginning...Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-43385535682084984862007-03-25T16:42:00.000-03:002007-03-25T21:03:11.788-03:00Cheek to cheekTell me, tell me the reason why just married men get interested in me? Oh heavens. Nowadays there are three men interested in this girl here. They're very friendly, interesting, handsome and...married. Of course, just one of the them most probably has the inscription "I am a womanizer" in his birth registry. The others are just awfuly nice to me. That’s all. One of them is a very Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-73991241598374530642007-03-18T13:19:00.000-03:002007-03-18T13:21:29.695-03:00WavesHi. Just to say that I'm alive and fine ;)Kiss you, babies.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-55779409044054157032007-03-11T13:16:00.000-03:002007-03-11T13:23:13.326-03:00Through the lightThrough the lightsuddenly comes the truth.It isn't as beautiful,as exciting,as happy,as "true"as I imagined.It comes from the darkness,from the evil heart,from the evil mind,from my weakness and my foolishness.It comes from the bottom of the unexistent kind heartthat I thought existed.My fault, my mistake,an error...and the consequence is all mine.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-62417208631497529262007-03-09T23:03:00.001-03:002007-03-09T23:13:34.571-03:00Where?It's strange to lose a part of yourself.Where's the bright, where's the pride, where's the fear?Where's the emotion, where's the passion, where's the fire?Everything is faded.The part that is left is gray, is dead, is nothing.There's just "solitudine","silêncio","solidão".That strange feeling that makes you feel not alone, not alive, not here.But there...There where you can't be.Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-857865173417614182007-03-09T18:47:00.000-03:002007-03-09T18:54:11.175-03:00There's so muchThere's so much to be said. But maybe the words are lost in the past, in that tiny moment when it seemed that everything would be changed.There's so much to be said. But maybe it isn't important, isn't interesting, doesn't matter.There's so much to be said. There's so much to be heard. There's so much to be known. How much is "that much" worth?Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-16618404938261014992007-03-07T22:32:00.000-03:002007-03-07T22:46:39.571-03:00TootsieLast time I watched "Tootsie" I was a teenager. I can't even remember how old I was. Yesterday I was in a shop looking for a Michael Bublé album, and suddenly noticed some DVDs with a nice prize. And "Tootsie" was among them. Well...why not? Dustin Hoffman is one of my favourite actors, Jessica Lange was a pretty woman in 1982, and this is a nice (and funny) movie. And the theme "It might Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-87893078305829833982007-03-06T19:52:00.000-03:002007-03-06T20:00:34.697-03:00Hallo 2Hi. Waves. Hm. Interesting news, please. I bought "Tootsie" DVD for me, and a Robbin Williams movie for Mom. That's nice daughter.Yesterday I had a terrible headache. No a big deal, analgaesics worked perfectly. But it's Summer, we're having very hot days, and I can't handle with heat. Sunny and cold days, please. I'm longing for May, June, July...Should I pretend that everything is fine? Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-46732094210379436042007-03-02T16:50:00.000-03:002007-03-03T00:03:18.976-03:00HalloHallo. Waves. How are you? I'm slightly fine. If it's possible to be "sligthly fine"... Have I told you that boss called me and I had to work for three days even if I'm still on vacation? No, I haven't. Well...it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I could realise how much beloved I am. My colleagues were really nice and caring to me...and the first day was so funny!In the past,Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-4644278317579404842007-02-25T19:15:00.000-03:002007-02-25T19:17:25.099-03:00Samba de gafieira~You can also to listen to this entry here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiAS7poDUE0 (My accent is awful though...)As I wrote down here before, I'm taking ballroom dance lessons for around 8 months. At the school we learn how to dance bolero, "soltinho" and samba. I love the three rhythms, but I can't deny that samba has a special magic. Oh no, it's not that samba that we use Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-52772017433046259672007-02-25T13:09:00.000-03:002007-02-25T13:27:27.963-03:00Priscila's fantastic world Me wearing Mom's sunglassesMe (at the age of 3, looking at this picture): Oh! It's Mom!Mom: No, sweetheart, it's you...Me: No! No! It's Mom!Mom: No, my darling, it's you...Me: It's Mom! It's Mom!Mom: No, look at your little clothes and your little sandals...it's you, sweetheart...Me: (surprised, finally agreed...)Priscila's fantastic world is a tribute to that cartoon Priscilanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-6019313453786056362007-02-24T20:16:00.000-02:002007-02-25T12:57:30.255-03:00Little memories ~You can also to listen to this entry here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrPvZA4QDi8"Nobody knows everything, nobody will never know everything, but there are moments when we believe we do, maybe because, at this moment, nothing more than this belief is filling our souls, our consciences, our minds - those things that make us more or less humans.""Nunca se sabe tudo, nunca se Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-10362085890918331032007-02-23T13:18:00.000-02:002007-02-23T19:01:52.377-02:00So simpleOh, I know that it's an old song. But it's also so simple and sincere..."And you can tell everybody this is your songIt may be quite simple but now that it's doneI hope you don't mindI hope you don't mind that I put down in wordsHow wonderful life is while you're in the world"(Elton's piano ends the song...)Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-38084118147226667052007-02-22T20:25:00.000-02:002007-02-22T22:40:04.186-02:00Windows View from my bedroom at parents flat. It's Penha Convent, one of the symbols of Espírito Santo state. The image of the Convent that I like most happens when its windows are reflecting the sun light, what makes them look like a piece of gold. View from office at parents flat. At right there's a Catholic church, called Santuário de Vila Velha. Near to the Santuário there's the conservatory Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-78482845110952230352007-02-22T10:03:00.000-02:002007-02-22T22:15:10.860-02:0016 things......that you always wanted to know about me, but never thought I'd say before you asking...1.I don't drink caffe2. I hate Coke3. I can't eat cheese or drink milk - unless you want to meet a very angry or very depressed girl next day, yeah, you can blame both lactose and Mom's genes.4. Do you want to make me happy? Gimme any food with shrimps and without banana, argh.5. I think that a Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-28433272754714156702007-02-21T19:05:00.000-02:002007-02-21T20:08:36.290-02:00Too much gladI'm too much glad, too much glad, too much glad! No, you can't even imagine how much glad I am today! Do you know the feeling that you're about to discover your own identity? Do you know the feeling that you're leaving behind all the past, all that rubbish that you don't need any more - and you'll never need again? Do you know the feeling that you have all the time needed to live Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-22329348634800786502007-02-20T19:18:00.000-02:002007-02-21T15:23:18.441-02:00Back to the pastI was searching for some music here (oh okay, it's a Brazilian website, but you can always do miracles with a dictionary). I found Boyz II Men (okay, it's not one of my favourites), and I suddenly saw news about Take That. What? Does Take That still exist?! In 1996 I was 16, and they recorded a song called "Back for Good", that became a hit here - it was part of the soundtrack of Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-22568642684381001322007-02-19T20:25:00.000-02:002007-02-21T10:06:41.995-02:00On the road Praia da Costa Mall in Vila Velha.Taking pictures when you're in a car in movement is so easy... Chaotic traffic in Guarapari Do you want to make an appointment to cut the hair there? Just 5 reals... A Catholic church in Marataízes Our destiny: Restaurante Cia. do Peixe ( "Restaurant Fish Co.") in Iriri Back to home: the legend about an impossible love story beetwen two members of Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-18920298040136634572007-02-18T14:48:00.000-02:002007-02-18T18:02:57.619-02:00It's SundayMom says that I'm narcissist. I say that I won't be 27 forever. Unfortunately...Priscilanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-66900556460923775352007-02-17T19:58:00.000-02:002007-02-17T22:41:51.374-02:00Sense"The victory belongs to those who believe in it". (Lt. Col. James Doolittle, character played by Alec Baldwin in "Pearl Harbour") -------"You can reach me by caravan/ Cross the desert like an Arab manI don't care how you get here/ Just get here if you can".~ "Get Here", by Oleta Adams - one of my favourite songs, that became the unofficial anthem for the Gulf War (Desert Storm) in 1991.Here Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219619.post-844423220334593122007-02-16T19:28:00.000-02:002007-02-16T19:45:48.428-02:00EnjoyingDomingos Martins. The hero gave his name to a lovely city in the mountains, settled by German and Italian immigrants. One of the great features of Espírito Santo state is that you can go from beach to the mountains in just one hour by car. We had lunch in a nice restaurante called "Caminho do Imigrante" (Immigrant Path), that serves mineira (from Minas Gerais state) food.And...in an Priscilanoreply@blogger.com0