Ramblings on a perfect weekend
There is nothing like a weekend at the beach with your best friends since third grade to make it all okay.... a weekend at the beach and a 12 hour sleep. Nothing like home cooked strogonoff, brigadeiros and cheap cider. Oh, and enough Coca-Cola to flood a small country. Nothing like ice-creams that you used to eat as a child on the beach still tasting exactly like they did when you wer
e 7 years old and begging any responsible adult to go with you to get one. Nothing like cold salt water on a recently shaved leg for you to feel stupid and bond with those who do the same (sorry, too much information here, perhaps). Nothing like card games until 4:30, no towels to take a shower, and Corinne Bailey, The Beatles and Art Brut in the stereo, not necessarily in that order. Nothing like watching the Olsen twins when they were 9 months old in "Full House" with people you know used watched it when you were all young, and then just falling asleep in the living room couch. Nothing like making a good, good friend smile with something as simple as a Christmas tree. Nothing like old friends you still know and love.
the pictures are old and not from that weekend, since nobody remembered the camera - and that weekend was like 2 weeks a go - but still worth posting about. Girls, sorry about the no-warning before posting the pictures. I was gonna post them anyway..... hehe... beeeeeijos
The Labyrinth
This week, one lovely day after work, I went out with my lovely friends. And we decided to go see Pan's Labyrinth, from Guillermo del Toro. I have actually been to the movies 
again to watch that, because the movie is just amazing.It is a very tense, very beautiful and very sad movie. The type of sad that you cry if you are watching it alone. It tells the story of a 9 year old girl (or so on, I am terrible at guessing ages), and she believes in fairies and in magic. She lives in the end of the spanish civil war, and her mother married a man - a general - who is as far from nice as you can get. And they move to the countryside. And then...
Then comes the labyrinth. A magical creature comes to tell her that she is a princess, from a kingdom where there is no death, no pain, no suffering. And from then on it is just the very blunt contrast that comes from that fantasy world she aims to be in against the harshness of the real world, where there is a lot of pain and death and fear, all around her.
Ofelia has to deal with both worlds, and with all the good things and bad things that come from both. She struggles between the magic that awaits her and the violence that surrounds her. It is beautiful the way he tells the story, the way the girl acts it, and the way a Pan (or a Fauno, if you are in Brazil), a magical creature so ancient, so much left in mitology, can teach us so much. Between the little girl and the creature, you will come out of the movie with a lot to think about. Maybe that's more of a labyrinth than the one allegedly in the movie.
A hard day's night.... and coffee!!!!!
heeeey!!!oh, people, I am sorry I haven't updated in forever. I know, I know. But lately, by the time I get home, I can't even think anymore. My fake-blond little brain just refuses to work, so turning on the computer, log in in and actually spelling things is almost impossible.
I am now working about 9 hours a day, plus 1 hour something it takes me to come and go there. And the panic attack I had the day before I started work still hasn't passed - I still think I will be fired any second. On the first day I didn't spill anything on my boss's tie - although today I did spill water in my second boss's desk. Great. fantastic. Yes, you can laugh, since my life really is as absurd as it gets, apparently.
By the way, a friend reminded me of a fantastic episode of friends where Rachel is trying to get a job, and then she thinks the guy is trying to seduce her, and then she forgets his name, and then she... well, you should watch it. It is hilarious - but if I had watched it before I went on an interview I would freak out.
I had a lot of things to say, but now, siting here in front of the screen, I can't actually remember most of them. Oh, Starbucks is finally here!!!! yeeeeeeey!!!! oh, the joy. It's great! And yes, I am this happy just because of one Starbucks.
And now let's just post about more random things in the last few weeks.....
kisses
Blue Monday
Do I need to say any more, or can you already guess how long it took me to get home yesterday?
Sporty weekend
To celebrate my very sporty weekend, two great results this sunday: Brazil's volleyball team won!!! yeeeeey!!! they are so good, and play almost perfectly if they are concentrated. My only problem watching the games is that I am always afraid the coach will have a heart attack in the middle of the game - he is always absurdly nervous, yeeling, jumping up and down, cursing.... it's quite funny if you don't have to deal with him, i guess. And to put a good end on a bad bad year for him, Marat Safin won his game today and that result gave Russia the Davis Cup. Safin played a shitty game on friday with Nalbadian, but he completely redeemed himself yesterday in the doubles game, killing Nalbadian (who was reeeally bad, I have no idea why) and won his
game today against Acasuso. Beeeautiful guy, beeeautiful tennis. And seeing Maradona (why the hell was Maradona there? I have no idea either)and the unbelievably annoying argentinian cheer-squad shut up and bow to the Russians in Moscou was also not bad at all. And one last treat was hearing that the temperature in Russia was 5 degrees, while I was walking around the house with a t-shirt on, in very comfortable 25 degrees. Russia, a bit more than a year a go, was one of the coldest moments in my life. Literally.
So, as you can see, my weekend was very sporty in the sense of laying down in my bed with a can of coke and watching others playing sports, as it usually goes with me. And whyyyy am I writing this post about sports? And please note the effort I made here not to start just rambling about Marat Safin and how pretty he is. Well, I am avoiding doing things I actually have to do. And postponing my fast-approaching panic attack number two, related to the fact that I start working tomorrow morning at 7 A.M. Hmm.
beijos, and wish me luck somehow, so I don't get fired on my first day. Or spill something in my boss's tie. Oh my god, what if I spill something?
There is nothing like a weekend at the beach with your best friends since third grade to make it all okay.... a weekend at the beach and a 12 hour sleep. Nothing like home cooked strogonoff, brigadeiros and cheap cider. Oh, and enough Coca-Cola to flood a small country. Nothing like ice-creams that you used to eat as a child on the beach still tasting exactly like they did when you wer
e 7 years old and begging any responsible adult to go with you to get one. Nothing like cold salt water on a recently shaved leg for you to feel stupid and bond with those who do the same (sorry, too much information here, perhaps). Nothing like card games until 4:30, no towels to take a shower, and Corinne Bailey, The Beatles and Art Brut in the stereo, not necessarily in that order. Nothing like watching the Olsen twins when they were 9 months old in "Full House" with people you know used watched it when you were all young, and then just falling asleep in the living room couch. Nothing like making a good, good friend smile with something as simple as a Christmas tree. Nothing like old friends you still know and love. 
