The Forgotten Item

I said that I would forget something and I did... and I did forget probably the most stupendous thing that happened this year.

17. Rio de Janeiro

A million shits happened before it but in the end turned out to be the best trip I did to date. I spent a week at the city we call "Cidade Maravilhosa" and almost everything I've heard about it was confirmed. The smart and funny people, the hot weather, the breathtaking sights, the hot men... all was there for me to see and drool on. And the violence, the thing people warned me the most, wasn't a bit close to anywhere I went; not the Rio is a safe place, I guess I just went lucky.

I made nice friends there and hung around with Alais at beautiful historic and modern places: Santa Teresa, Laranjeiras and Lapa, the artistic neighborhoods; Copacabana and Ipanema, the place with the hottest shirtless people; Leblon, the fanciest place I've been; Cinelândia and the old downtown, the most charming neighborhoods I've seen so far.

Also in Rio I saw live one of my favorite singers, Roberta Sá [brunette on the pic] in a pocket-show that felt like a true carioca event: close-to-people but very glamorous and hype. The connection between the audience and Sá was inevitably delicious, considering the stage was actually part of the dancefloor separated for the band. She played favorites such as Mais Alguém, A Vizinha do Lado and Samba de Um Minuto; but the highlight was when she sang Fogo E Gasolina looking straight at me!!!! I died a million deaths at that singular moment. Later, after the show, I and Alais went backstage for autographs and pictures; Roberta was nice and gentle and signe the hundred autographs I was charged to ask.

Next year she's going to Salvador. I hope it's not in Carnaval, because my wanderlust will take me to the farthest place till then: Rome!

[Song: Mais Alguém - Roberta Sá]

"Eruptions And Disasters"

One of the things I've always thought as ultimate glamourous fun between friends was going to a motel just for the sake of hanging out. Last night I did it.

When we stopped at the motel's gate I had to reach my hand to press an intercom; a feminine voice talked to me.

"Sir, are you underage?"

*giggles* "No luv, we're not underage."

"Are you sure you're not underage?"

*laughs* "Of course I am luv!"

"How many people is there in the car?"

"Three, luv."

"Then we'll charge you an extra load fee."

"How much will that be?"

"$10."

"Okay."

"Are you sure there are three people in the car?"

"Yes, lady I am very sure." *laughs*

Anyways, as we got into the suite we were cracking ourselves with the tacky luxury of the place - okay, I was. The decoration consisted in cream marble floors, Barroque angels statues combined with Greek columns and Gone With The Wind-esque curtains around the jacuzzi. Our main intention was to be in the jacuzzi, to have some beers and smoke some ciggies. But I think I got more than expected as I felt that this silly harmless fun was reassuring our friendship in terms that got me a bit depressed.

No, we did no orgy dumbasses. But I felt a link with these guys in the same level I have with the ho and Alais, and I haven't felt such in a long time. Surely there are "crappy" feelings involved [you know what I'm talking about], but the reason it got me slightly down is that I'll be always going away and such things take so long to be built, and in an environment like a big city it may never happen. Not saying the country is better than the city, heaven forbid, but experiences I had in both places make me look at small towns with kinder eyes.

Once again, I will sure miss this place.

[Song: Possibly Maybe - Björk]

Top 6 Canadian Women

Yes, I have absolutely nothing more interesting to do! But whatever, I woke up today with Diana Krall's version of the American classic Cry Me A River and realized she's a Canadian doing American music; also came to my mind that some of the best examples of American music [being that Jazz, Blues, Rock etc] artists are not American, i. e. The Beatles, Joni Mitchell, Pamela Anderson [yes, I'm joking]. Okay this is nonsensical, but fuck it, I got me thinking of Canada this morning as I listened to Diana's voice, also when remembered Mitchell's A Case Of You ["On the back of a cartoon coaster/In the blue tv screen light/I drew a map of Canada/Oh Canada/And your face sketched on it twice"], so as aforementioned I have nothing better to do, I decided to do a list of my current favorite Canadians.

6. Kim Cattrall

Alright, you know I'm talking about Samantha Jones! Cattrall was actually born in Widnes in England, however her family emigrated to Courtenay [British Columbia - Canada] and truth be told I know nothing else of her besides Miss Jones. [Hmm... I did watch Crossroads but we'll all just ignore that]. Oui oui shame on me, but who cares?! I mean, Samantha Jones is G-d! She's the dream of liberation of every modern woman and queer I know. Cattrall's screen presence is so strong that even the prudest of viewers couldn't help adoring Samantha's charm and sass. As for me: I worship her and Cattrall could not fail to be here for giving life to such a wonderful character.

5. Rachel McAdams
This London [Ontario] born actress got me by surprise in her stellar turn in 2004's Mean Girls. My main goal in watching the movie was to see Lindsay Lohan's first critic praised role, but on my first screening of the movie, even loving Lohan's job it was McAdams and her wonderful Regina George who got me. McAdams gave us a character so diabolically funny that you could not not love her; Regina's meanness always felt real and tangible even when the film got goofy and over-the-top and Rachel ended up creating an icon. You felt like Cady, hating that horrible bitch but at the same time desiring to be around her. Later I totally fell in love with the woman: I rented The Notebook - meh movie wonderful performances, - ran crazily to the movies to see her captivating and heartpounding job in Red Eye and absolutely loved her sarcasm in The Family Stone. Things I didn't know: she was considered for the role of Andrea Sachs in Prada and turned down MI3 [good girl!] and Cassino Royale [she's forgiven, Eva Green was perfect].

4. Sarah McLachlan

When I became an Alanis Morissette freak and started a downloading spree I came across the name of the Halifax [Nova Scotia] born Sarah McLachlan. I remember being kinda intrigued because back then I didn't know how to pronounce her name. A while later Alais introduced me to her music and I had a beautiful surprise when I discovered she was the writer and performer of a song that for a while had been touching my emotions and bullying my curiosity [to know who sung it]: Angel. This now overplayed tune caught me crying the very first time I heard it, on an Alias 1st season episode. As I dived into McLachlan's discography, she became the woman of heartfelt and beautiful lyrics and touching and stunning performances. It's common sense that her voice presents a beautiful sorrow that it is hard not to be awed by it; even the ho cried with Wintersong!

3. Diana Krall

When I first saw Diana Krall [Nanaimo - British Columbia] I must confess that my first reaction was: "whaaa... she ain't black!" It was no racist remark of mine, maybe a bit prejudiceful, but not racist. I said that because when I 1st heard Krall [before knowing her face] I pictured a woman in the likes of India.Arie, or Des'ree, and suddenly I was facing a blonde chick with an imperative presence and a groove that white people don't often have. But really, what's much to say of Krall? Everyone seems to love her but not in a pejorative-hyped way [like The Black Eyed Peas]; her public goes from new and young jazz listeners, getting in touch with the art, to mothers who loves a romantic [almost] suggary love song. She performed in Brasil last year; do I hate myself for missing it? Whadda think?

2. Alanis Morissette

One of the most overplayed and hyped artists from the late 90's, the Ottawa born Alanis Morissette totally deserved [almost] everything she got with her adult career [for those who don't know, Morissette was a teen star back in the 80's in Canada]. Recently I said I don't longer consider her as a main G-d from my polytheistic pop culture religion, but I guess I was overreacting. Nowadays I still don't feel like listening to her songs, but I've recently been in contact with her geniusness with her latest MadTv appearance [video bellow]. And coming to think of it she's a helluva an artist! She's always delivered somehow beautiful pop/rock gems; her lyrics are true descriptive poetry [doubters, if there's any: listen to Ironic, I Was Hoping, Joining You, Flinch and 21 Things I Want In A Lover] and her attitude's always been appealing and charming. My favorite album of hers is Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie [SFIJ], her sophomore [post 90's]; the 17-song gem is filled with exciting and beautiful arrangements but are the lyrics that shine throughout it. Most of them, even if came from Alanis's deep and imaginative mind, sound personal and autobiographical - but in a way that you relate yourself to them, making them even more powerful. Lately she's been accused of losing her creativity by repeating herself. Bullshit! Alright, her last album, So-Called Chaos, was a lot inferior to her previous ones, sometimes sounding like an Under Rug Swept's leftover; but still you can find the beautifuly written lyrics and some songs are really cool ["Excuses"]. Then she re-released her 1st international hit Jagged Little Pill [JLP] in acoustic form - some called repetitive exploitation, I called reinvention; in my opinion JLP got an even nicer and pleasing sound as an acoustic album, not to mention that her voice was way better than back in 1995. Aside all the controversy, it's common sense that Morissette is an icon from the 90's; she's been inspiring a great deal of people who love music, lyrics and artists with intelligent and deep kicks.

1. Nelly Furtado

Nelly Kim Furtado. She was the first Canadian [Victoria - British Columbia] I fell in love with; at least the first that I knew who was Canadian. When I'm Like A Bird hit Brasil I instantly fell; there was a restlessness and eager desire on those raspery vocals, and such a honesty into those shining blue eyes! Most of the people I knew hated her acute vocals and didn't get her quirky creativity [mud/feijoada dance? Bring it on!] but for me she was a ride of joy. I remember back then two things that most excited me about her was a) that she was half Portuguese and knew a lot of Brazillian music and culture and b) my dad loved her! She then came to Brasil with her Burning In the Spotlight Tour and of course I couldn't see her live, but stayed awake in a week day till late like a silly fan waiting for her interview on a Brazillian late nite talk show. But it was Furtado's sophomore album that firmed me as a die-hard fan. The woman simply reinvented herself completely! After motherhood she assumed a darker and more mature tone and image; of course that the change didn't please me as much as I wanted, but her work was still charming and amazingly produced. Then, last year she did [imo] the coolest move in her career: she grew up for real! She became a hot woman who wasn't afraid to tell everyone she wants to have fun and that she has a sexuality; she was no longer a grown-up wannabe like Folklore felt sometimes. For all these reasons, I praise this woman shamelessly; her creativity is a great mixture of artistic freedom and accessibility; some might've thought Loose a desperate turn to make money, but not everyone can notice a good reinvention when showed. OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

Fellas That Were In The Mood

Just a quickie to express the beginning of a quirky sadness. Alais is moving out to Rio on the 30th. Salvador surely will be less fun!

PCless Life

What to do when you live in a house with no tv, no pc and no people?

No, I didn't try to kill myself, even though I almost did it last Sunday for not watching the Oscars if it weren't for Alais to come over and be company [yeah, big time DQ moment]!! But well... here's a quicky update post so you my lovely readers [I sound it like you are a lot] know I'm not dead.

College started. Big time confusion... public colleges are great, BUT they're the quintessence of disorganization. So I'm very lost and not excited to find things out. I hope things get along with time... I know they will.

Man, I need men!! No, not need but yeah you know what I mean. A house without PC AND TV... one tends to think a lot about things-slash-people one shouldn't. Actually all this boredom's being contrasted with cool happenings, like knowing cool people. I met today an old friend of mine at UFBA and met a very hip and famous girl from Salvador. All the prospects of parties have cheered me up a lot as well and honestly, I love having a social life. Lol... Now I'm Paris Hilton.

Well my dears, I think that's all... I miss blogging, and all the good people I read. I need my nerd life back.

[Song: Put Your Records On - Corine Baley Rae]

Que Será, Será

If you ask me what is my dream I'll say "I want to be a respected and famous actor." This dream still persists but I've been so far and I've been to so many places and have experienced so many stuffs about myself in the past two years that I don't know exactly what I want anymore.

Nah, actually, let's say I realized now that I have many dreams; every New Year's Eve I somehow end up by myself, apart from everyone and then I have my new year's epiphanies or initial daydreams and wishes. From 2005 to 2006, right after the year shift I realized/decided 2006 would be my "coming out" year; I went to gay clubs, got boys, came out of the closet for a lot of people including my parents etcetera.

This year, after a semi-argument with Alais I took a stroll on the beach as the first day of the year dawned; I felt free and secure of myself. As I watched the first rays of sunlight burning the chilly waters of the sea I felt this amazing afterglow, a feeling of security that 2007 will be a year of accomplishment and paving. I'm keeping myself from having high hopes, but I'm sure that Salvador will do me great.

One day, I went to the Solar Do Unhão in Salvador to see Volver; it was near sunset and I completely fell in love with that city - like huge crush. There's something so mischievous about Salvador: it's like that wacko and hip friend you love spending time with but you know you can't completely trust, but you don't refuse his company at all; like the dark corner you know you should not turn, but you certainly do because it's the shortcut home. You see everything there, from the beautiful scenarios to the anguishing situations; and I've been to São Paulo quite a few times, the supposed "diversity city" of my country, it's not half as mesmerizing as Salvador. I love São Paulo's stiff and beautiful buildings the genius architectures and the fact it never sleeps; but it's far from having the je ne sais quoi and swing Salvador has. São Paulo is grey, while Salvador is beyond colorful.

As I came closer to the Solar's pier and I saw that huge orange ball touching the water with its million golden magic needles, illuminating not only the ocean but everyone around's smiles and countenances, making them all look absolutely beautiful even if they weren't so much, I felt like home. "How could it hurt you when it looks so good?"

So, when I felt the beach wind caressing my face in the first morning of 2007 I felt excited to go back to Salvador, and for good to put my life on tracks there, live that town, know it and inject it into my veins. I'm excited about reassuring my dreams, or renewing them; having new experiences, that I don't exactly expect them to be good and/or totally pleasurable, I just want to have them in that new and somewhat hostile [because it's new] environment.

"Que será, será. Whatever will be, will be."

[Song: Smile - Lily Allen]

The First Day Of The Rest Of The Year [?]

[click the links for pics.]

I stormed out of the camp tent having the thick raindrops pounding all over my body, but the moment I arrived there I desperatedly realized that what I ran to save just couldn't be saved.

The moment me and Alais decided to come to Itacaré we vowed to have fun despite of our little inner craps [she about a boy and me about where to stay]. The first day [Friday, December 29] here was a marvel after an incredibly tiresome, stressful but still fun bus trip; there were some people from Conquista in the bus and in town my dread was accomplished when we didn't find any decent-cheap inn to check in... in other words we had to camp. Later we walked by one of the gorgeous beaches and ended sleeping on the sand, feeling the ocean breeze. We were so tired we couldn't exactly define if we were actually having fun as we danced to surf music and had bad wine with a couple of cool girls from our town that we met at night.

The following day we met the guys from the bus [a bunch of funny and cool queens] and we went to this distant beach where we had to go through an inside forest track to arrive. I felt that that almost-an-hour walk through hills, mud, trees and horrend spider-webs was worth it when I finally saw what awaited us. After hours burning under the sun we went back to town to have coffee and drinks but Alais and I ended up sleeping early: she was really tired, I was bored. By the end of that day we were already considering in returning home earlier than planned [January 3] because to spend 5 following days listening to boring reggae [not nasty but fun reggaeton] and forró; we were in the desire for some rave parties that were so in the year before [as she had told me], but all we had so far were those mostly-sleepy rhythms and an inexplicable avoidance to booze.

So the last day of the year came and I was already hating our camp neighbours; the motherfuckers spent the whole days smoking pot and listening to [uhg] reggae, Nirvana and hideous 80's Brazilian rock music. We woke up really late and after getting some money we decided to wait for that last day to decide if we should go back earlier. We strolled on the beach after eating like pigs [the main thing we managed to do well ever since] and drolling on hot tourists and an Isreali restaurant-owner; we met the cool girls again at the Beach and decided to have some mojitos and flirt with the hot percussionist that was playing. Talk about fun! I couldn't believe we were finally getting our wishes for the weekend; the musicians sat with us on the table and the heavy flirting started. Alais thought he was gay [which gave me a glow] but I instantly managed to notice that his somewhat sweet and feminine voice was due to his accent. Juliana and Alais started to flirt with him while Geisa, Tadeu [that had called in minutes before] and I had enthusiastic and inflamed conversations about art, politics and... pot! I at last got high with that; my previous try-outs weren't so succesful about the effect of the herb in me but that time it got through and hell it was heavenly! I felt happy and crazy to dance and sing and laugh and have fun. We stayed at the beach until 10 p.m. when we ran to eat and shower. As usual we got late and the year-turn was spent at the camp, but later we had the craziest and wildest fun! I got drunk and high as I no longer remembered how; we met some crazy girls drinking vodka and coke and of course we joined them, dancing at a heavenly electro-salsa [finally a reggae-less] party!! At some point Alais passed out but we kept having fun till morning, when I entered the camp and started the upseting first day of the year.

As I tied up to rest for a while I plugged my cell phone to recharge; I got into the tent to read during it but ended up passing out. Suddenly the early mentioned rain woke me up and I ran to keep my phone from getting wet. I there realized I didn't have to bother because it wasn't there anymore! Uhg, yeah my $500 reais cell phone was stollen. I actually myself for being so idiot in getting asleep and leaving the the thing there, and then I hate everything else. It nudged us to buy a bus ticket for tomorrow and of course my mind blames the coke-head pot-eater camp-neighbours. The day has been the dullest so far being compensated only by Miranda Priestly's devilish [and inspiring] behavior and the prospect of getting heavy drunk again tonight.

[Song: Heart Failed - Saint Etienne]

I Feel Like Speed...

Last days were kind of normal again but some odd things kind of happened.

I met Alais two days ago at her house and I met Samantha Jones. Okay, I'll explain: Alais's aunt is on her 50's and she gets EVERYONE!! She has more sex in a week than I and all my friends ensembled ever had in our lifetimes, PLUS she gets anyone she wants, from 20's to 50's like her. Seriously, she's a G-d ain't she?

Later that night, after we had a snack at one of Alais's [cute] ex-ficantes* I went to get my bus home when a High School ghost called her. Vinicius, a guy that was a friend of mine during HS but we fought and a drama gap got between us. Alais, le bitch, managed to make us meet that night; she said it was ridiculous of us to still be "nemesis" since we both had changed and became completely different people from the past and that we should meet and restart... that cow was right but I still didn't know. I mean, I suck when it comes to the past; I freeze, piss my pants and get nervous. Everything that didn't happen when Vinicius and I met again.

Alais had referred to me as his "arc-enemy" [which was a joke of course] and he followed the joke when we met [which is always a pro]. It's not like we're best friends again, but it's like kicking the frigging past and giving new chances to life. We met again while I had lunch with my mom yesterday and we waved hi, no further talk obligation, and you know what, I love that feeling, of being okay with everyone; even though I love to Miranda, not having anyone to hate and not being hated by anyone is gorgeous.

Later I met Alais again with [another - this time mega hot] ficante and we watched Scorsese's The Departed: they hated, I loved of course. Only one person is perfect for movie moments, and you know it's you ho so aww and cry, lol.

*ficante means the person you're dating but there are no strings attached yet.

[Song: I Don't Need Anyone - Kylie Minogue]

I want a turkey. I want a turkey for me.

We don't have thanksgiving in Brasil and I don't have gringo-ed friends to give a thanksgiving dinner. But still I can thank all the blessings, so I hop on the wave and do my Thankgivings post.

So, thank G-d for:

- dentist appointments on stormy days;

- stormy days full of inspiration;

- inspiration made into art;

- art made by Madonna;

- Madonna making the people come together;

- come together to the one person that understands;

- to understand that person as well;

- well and healthy Kylie;

- Kylie Minogue's beautiful and sorrowful joyous music;

- music that makes me happy;

- happiness given by tv;

- tv: Sawyer, Bree, Lorelai(s)... Sex And The City;

- Bushnell, Parker, Nixon, Catrall and Davis;

- Alais and her unique intelligence;

- intelligence that is as well in me;

- my girlie "me", Nathalia;

- me for being so sarcastic;

- sarcasm that brings me reason to laugh;

- laughter hours spent with the ho;

- the ho... oh third time I thank for him;

- all the virtual men that comes in and out of my life;

- the crushes that irks my brain to think;

- think and write things like this site;

- trade the day for the night;

- my dad with his adorable although sometimes irksome speeches;

- my mom and her very own manual of "how not to be";

- my sis for the same reason;

- my ghost too;

- oh Maria Bethânia!!

- have I already thanked for Madge and Kylie?

- what about the source of bliss? Yeah the films, the films, the films, the films!!!

- Greta Garbo, and Monroe; Dietrich and DiMaggio. Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean, on the cover of a magazine. Grace Kelly; Harlow, Jean. Picture of a beauty queen. Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire. Ginger Rogers, dance on air. They had style, they had grace; Rita Hayworth gave good face; Lauren, Katharine, Lana too. Bette Davis, we love you. Ladies with an attitude; fellows that were in the mood. Don't just stand there, let's get to it. Strike a pose, there's nothing to it... yeah, you all know what I mean!

- the body, the mind, the soul;

- the life I'm writing with my words;

- everyone that is helping me on it;

- and You of course that permits me to be.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Last days in paradise...

As soon as I came back from Inhambupe, Mariana "moved in" with me. Her aunt travelled and she was homeless, so I invited her to stay with me at my cousin's. Well, it was amazing.

Mariana is so vivacious, she's always ready to shake off the laziness, put the feet on the road and go. On Monday we went to Barra [my oficially favorite neighborhood in Salvador] a little bit late - around 3:30pm - so we couldn't go to the beach. We met Alais at the mall and we had some Burger Kings and chocolates at this heavenly candy store and as we left and were ready to go home we met an Alais' friend, João. He was the crap! He had ADD and was always ready to spill silly and meaningless jokes just to call attention, but still we went out with him. He bought [bad] wine and went to his house. I was cool as long as I had free wine and doritos, Mariana was pissed so she relied on the wine and Alais couldn't simply say no to the guy [he didn't make a move on her though]. Alais, Mariana and I domained the conversation and we really didn't care if the guy wasn't getting all... yaaaay, we are the bitches!! When the wines were over and Mariana and I were really tipsy he drove us home and I had two women on my bed!!! Hahaha... as if!

The other day Alais went to work [she's been helping this dumb american to do some medical stuffs in town] and Mariana and I went to the beach. We left around noon and we spent the greatest part of the day in a bus to arrive the place. When we got there we took a long walk on the beach in the search for Alais' aunt's bar, and when we finally gave up we sat down took pics of the marvelous sea, swimed and had marvelous seafood. Later we went to the airport where we bought books [we can't get in a bookstore without buying one at least]. We had a delicious pizza and then I bought this gorgeous red sweater I fell in love with, along with a gift for Juh.

Yesterday we went to the beach again, this time at Barra, where I got part of the tan I wanted. We met Alais who was a bit stressed with her boss. We headed again to the mall where we ate [Burger King ROCKS!!]. Then I met my mom at another mall and when Alais and I were about to see The Break Up, she got the news that her ex-boyfriend's dad was dying and he needed her, so we went home. When I arrived, Mariana had already left to Conquista and I started to pack...

I'm leaving Salvador tonight and I already miss it. So it's decided: I'll live here next year.

[Song: Heartbeat - Annie]

Weird...

Three days ago I had my first kiss since Gustavo... And it was strange. Alais introduced me to this funny and interesting friend of hers, Raphael. Raphael wasn't my type, even though I still don't know exactly what is mine, but well... yeah, after 3 hours of Nip/Tuk marathon at Alais', between childhood animal cruelty confessions and lots of laughs, he just turned to me and kissed me.

I felt weird, mechanical, powerless and un-horny because I could only think of one person: Gustavo. As I kissed Ralph, all I thought about was my first kiss with Gustavo and how exciting and edgy it was. But in the other hand I wasn't missing Gustavo or feeling something that we Brazillians call saudade. I was just not as into Ralph as I was into Gustavo and that made me doesn't like the whole thing very much.

The thing is, I'm reading this book called Quirkyalone: A Manifesto for Uncompromising Romantics, about people with unique personalities that doesn't want to date just to follow the estabilishment. Lol... sounded serious, but it's a fun book. I usually refuse the self-help kind of crap reading but this one is really interesting and I'm learning a lot about myself and reassuring things I already knew. So I felt weird because at that moment I wasn't wanting the guy... so it was kind of robotic.

On the following day Alais told me he had a background of getting anyone he wanted to... so I guess I was one more of his conquests to feed the ego (a very cheap and easy one by the way... lol). She also told that he said I was a great kisser... so that was my share of ego food on the tale.

Right after I called my dad to pick me up at Alais' and guess what happens: I ruin his date!!! He was on a date with his girlfriend and my call stopped them to continue whatever they were doing. But they were cool about it and Rita and I finally met. We had dinner at this place called Bistrô with a very French menu (I was in heaven obviously). I had a shot of tequila and taught Rita - a very sarchastic and fun woman - how to drink it and we even made fun of dad!!

Then I lost the gay party I was to go to, but whatever... water under the bridge... On Sunday I chatted with my lovely Ho, who I miss like hell and went to Alais' to watch this movie called Being There, with Peter Selers and Shirley McLaine. I loved it, but still processing it.

Ohh... my lisence arrived!! \o/ I came by car but was so chicken-shited that I brought my sister along so I wouldn't die alone in case of anything happened. Lol...

[Song: Heartbeat - Annie]

Fear Of Bliss

There's a gay party to go on Sunday or Saturday, I dunno... the thing is, I wanna go, but I'm scared! lol... I know, je suis very lame...

I slept in Alais' last nite to find her dogs love to sleep under blankets, like mine. After a whole night of Angels in America and cuming even more with Mary-Louise Parker's flawless acting and Patrick Wilson's flawles ass... *ahem* and acting as well. Then I woke up with the dogs' carnaval over the maid's arrival and here I am very flattered with my sweet commenter's sweet comments and listening to Kylie.

Ohh... so, I thought that yesterday was a bad day and my hair would be ok today... naah, it sucks and I'm angry with that hideous queer that cut it that way! u_u

Ohh I had weird dreams about desire for ice cream, especially banana split. Maybe I'm pregnant... hehehe... and OMG ho!! Have you seen the H&M pics? Here's one, you'll cum:

http://www.drownedmadonna.com/images/2006/hm/06.jpg All of them are so hot in such clothes!! We need them! lol

Uhg... I think that's all for now... I need breakfast and sex... uhg, I always need sex, so it doesn't count...

[Song: Lovin' You - Kylie Minogue]

Hot Aniston

Well... after a motherfucking tiresome trip where the quality of the sleep was the same as if I stayed awake for days (worst than my finals-sleepless-nights) I finally got to Bahia!!

At first, still during the trip, I felt overwhelmed by the fact of returning again to the place that molded me a lot. As I listened to Sarah McLachlan's Hold On/Good Enough set and later Adia on the Mirrorball live album, I didn't stop my tears. After the latest experiences with college, myself and persistant ghosts from the past, to cry was a way of swiming to the ocean's floor and letting the water wash me.

When I got here nothing seemed to bug me anymore. The old spirit that haunted before was again a stupid chill and Marilia's troubles and dramas seemed far away. And were indeed!! Yesterday I met my lovely bitch Alais, my best friend and favorite person in this world, and we gossiped about the most random stuff from Spirituality to people's weaknesses and insecurities, and our own's of course. Later we watched a bit of Angels In America and surely I had multiple orgasms and also Derailed with hot and great Aniston, Owen, Cassel and George.

As for today I woke up to find my new haircut sucks so I'll be using a hat 24/7, afterwards the brand new earplugs from my mp3player died in the middle of the street and it made me so friggin' pissed I just commited an ecological crime by throwing it as further as I could, and now I'm in a very expensive cyber-café to post in here, typing in a hard and old keyboard!! Yaaaay, life's a bitch!! BUT, tonight I'm going to the town's brand new mall and seeing The Break-Up with Aniston and Vaughn.

[Song: Erotica/You Thrill Me - Madonna (I kinda miss dancing it in front of the mirror with Zenaide... too gay to function)]