Man, I must be bored!!!!

Here I go again... I found this site from someone's blog and I love it!! I'm addicted now...

It has all those stupid tests that you can do when you have nothing else better... (that's me!!!!!)

Your Birthdate: March 4

You have an extraordinary character - moral, responsible, and disciplined. Your sincerely and honesty shine through in almost every situation. Driven and focused, you rarely let your emotions get the better of you. You're level headed and rational. People count on your to look at things objectively. Your strength: Your unwavering loyalty and ethics Your weakness: Your rock solid stubbornness Your power color: Navy blue Your power symbol: Shield

I don't entirely agree with this. A few things are really true, like
"You have an extraordinary character - moral, responsible, and disciplined" and "You're level headed and rational. People count on your to look at things objectively".

Not sure about "Your weakness: Your rock solid stubbornness"... me stubborn??? NO WAY!!!!!!!! But honestly, I reckon I'm not stubborn, I just have a strong personality. I'm very happy to change my mind if someone convinces me that my point isn't all the right... this is just a difficult task, that's all ;-)

Have a fabulous day!!

Beijos!!

Loser test...

... I reckon I've got nothing better to do with my life





Click in the icon to try it out yourself...

Beijos!!!

I’m not Indian!!!

I think people in Australia struggle to understand that. For them, if you have olive (black) skin and dark hair, you’re Indian. I reckon people here need to travel overseas, and see a bit more of the World out there…

Me, Indian??? I promise I have no problems with Indian people. In fact, most of my dearest friends in Australian are Indian. I can’t wait to visit their country, learn about their culture, eat their food and everything. But I’m not Indian!!! How hard is it to see???? Brazilian people have that thing about them that you can see from miles… the tight jeans (you can’t even fart in them), the huge earrings, a bit (read a lot) of skin showing, the ‘ginga’, meaning the way you move, walk, dance etc. I reckon I have all that, but people here don’t get it. They insist on calling me Indian.

Even the Indians themselves bloody get me confused. Every 7 Eleven I enter in Brisbane, there is an Indian attendant that soon or later will flirt with me thinking I’m Indian. They come like “So, where are you from?”, or when I’m buying phone cards to call Brazil “What country are you calling to with this card?”, or straight to the point: “Are you Indian?”. For fuck sake: I’M NOT INDIAN!!!!

Now, you think I’m being a drama queen and I hate Indians more than anyone else in this whole World. I promise I have no problems whatsoever with Indians. As mentioned before, I have heaps and heaps of Indian friends. But what upsets me the most is not the fact that people get me confused with Indians, but the fact that people don’t get that I’m Brazilian. I’m a proud Brazilian, and one of the things I love the most about my culture is the Brazilian energy, the identity, is the “I can see Brazilian from miles away”... If people think I’m Indian, it means that I don’t have that Brazilian energy. And that’s what upsets me. People could get me confused with anyone other nation and I’d still feel the same way… it’s all about me not looking Brazilian, something that I’m so proud of.

I thought I might share here photos of beautiful Indian women, and there are sooo many out there, just to prove that there are no hard feelings. Enjoy it!!!!

Two weeks later….

I was interviewed by the greatest RSG, but I’ve been a bit slack so I hadn’t posted my answers till now. Also, I don’t have a computer at home that I can call my own (I know, I’m very ancient!!!), so I have to wait until I’m not that busy at work to post something…sorry!!

So, let’s go to the questions…

1. If you could trade places with any person living today, who would it be?

To be honest, I’d love to have a lot of money. I mean lots and lots of it. Who doesn’t?? So I could say that I’d love to trade places with any rich person. However, I think there is no money in the world that could by the beautiful mother I have, the most generous and charming man I have, the big, complicated and hilarious family I have, the most sincere, funny and crazy friends I have, all the experiences I’ve been through. Money helped me, for sure, to achieve many things, but I can’t give all the credit to it. I think that sometimes I nag about my life, but I have to admit I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been through and for everyone who has been with me in different steps of my journey.

Maybe I could trade places for a month with anyone who lives in Brazil so that I could visit my family…but I guess all I need to do is buy an air ticket and do it as myself…:-)

2. If you could solve one of the world's major problems, which one would it be?

I really don’t know if I’m being selfish, but I’d start with the violence and corruption in Brazil. I absolutely LOVE my country, and I’m a very proud Brazilian. Our country has great potential but it has been distracted with the civil war that has taken over our land. We have millions and millions of people starving to death, homeless, with diseases, all those sad things…but the government is still taking the money that belongs to the nation to build hospitals, schools, better roads, and investing it all in their pockets. I wish we had a government that really cared about the Brazilian people. I do believe that the violence in Brazil may have started due to the lack of care from the government towards its people. It’s all linked together…

3. What one number would you put all of your money on, if you had to, playing roulette?

I like 9 a lot. When I used to play volleyball, 9 used to be my number (in the t-shirt). I’ve always liked 9.

4. What is the first thing you notice about someone that you find attractive?

I don’t really go for looks. I think a person to be attractive needs to have “that thing”. I don’t really know what “that thing” is, but for sure some people don’t have it… I guess that is sex appeal, maybe. They gotta have a charm in the way they walk, they way they look at you, they way they express themselves…I’m attracted to a person’s energy rather than their looks. They gotta be confident and intrigue me… But can I tell you a secret??? Although I really, really don’t care for looks, my boyfriend is definitely the hottest ever. I reckon he’s a cross between my old favourite Antonio Banderas and Richard Gere. Oh boy, he’s hot…tssss…

5. What is one thing that no one really knows about you?

I’m a very honest person, you see. I try to be as transparent as possible. However, I do believe I must have little secrets that people might not know about. I can’t think of anything at the moment, but if I did, I wouldn’t tell you, would I??? It’s a secret!!!!

That is heaps of fun!!! But now I’ll go back to my journalistic side (that almost never existed!!) and ask you a few questions. If you wish to join in and play, it’s fun!! I’ll write the question below and if you like to participate, just write them in your blog with the answers…

1. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?
2. What do you most love and hate about your best friend?
3. What would you like to change for ever on you partner/ex-partner?
4. Who would you turn gay/straight for and why? (That I took from Rove McManus)
5. What makes you want to disappear?

Come on...participate...
Beijos!!!

My day started…

Not very well today.

I’m in the bus in this man in his early 40s sits right next to me. Five minutes later he says:

Man: “What I beautiful day!”

I look up to the sky through the bus window not very enthusiastic, and say:

I: “Umhhum…” but I think: “Duhhh!!! Your imbecile, we’re in Queensland, the Sunshine State!!! Every-single-day is fucking beautiful. If you’re going to use a pick up line to someone young enough to be your daughter at least use your age as an advantage and say something mature!!!” WTF???

In this same note, as in, how my day started, I had a dream with my ex-boyfriend. Don’t get excited!! It wasn’t anything juicy at all (Thank God!!!). We’re only friends. It could have been anyone else…

Back to the dream; we were having a phone conversation, him in Brazil and I was here (Australia). I was telling him how I’m soooo homesick. How I’ve been worried about things that have been happening in Brazil with my family, I miss everyone, I miss my culture, my summer, I wish I had met my nephew already, and I’m missing out on seeing him growing up etc. And he said:

He: “You’re doing all that because of a man????”

I: “Yeah, but I love him…(shit!!!). But that’s right, I’m doing all that because of man…”

What is this supposed to mean???

Today I think I’m bitter, angry, confused, impatient, sad and very, very, very FAT!!!

I hope you, out there, are having a better day…

It was Magical

A magical moment happened to me last week. I promise it isn’t exaggeration. It was bloody magical!!!

Last Wednesday was a public holiday here in Australia, so Sharon and Ash (two lovely, lovely friends!! The only problem is that she’s black hahahahahahahah. I’m sooooo NOT racist, and I’m even darker than her, but she hates when people call her black, so I do it on purpose!! Sorry, back to the story…) came to pick me up and their tiny tinny (I like this combination of words) outside my place. I know, I know, I know… very posh!!! I live right in front of the river (off the topic again…)!!!

Ok, we are in the tiny tinny going up the Brisbane River. Apparently there are sharks in this river (as well as any other place in Australia where there is water. I always look inside the toilet before sitting down, just in case… hahahhahahhahha – I’m feeling sooo funny today!! Paulinha, tell the fucking story!!!). And as you know, I’m petrified of sharks. So we’re appreciating the view, the pelicans flying and landing on the river, other boats…there are heaps of cool stuff in the Brisbane River. Every now and then we saw something very, very interesting and Ash would slow down the engine so we could talk about it. The day was going very well until we stopped again…

Ash: Oh, oh, oh, look, look, look!!!!

Sharon and I: Where, what, what, what??? (I was going WTF??? WHAT, WHAT, WHAT??? I was a bit worried/scared for a split second)

Ash: A turtle

I: (sigh) Where???

Sharon: Where???

Ash: There…

Five seconds later people, five seconds only later I see this fin and then a fucking massive, mother fucker fish merging in the water…

I: OOOWWWW MMMYYYY GOOODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!! OOWWW MY GOD!!! It’s a FREAKING FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER shark.

Then I realised it was a dolphin…

I: OOOOWWWWW MMMYYY GOOOODDDDD!!!!! It’s a cute, cute dolphin, AAAHHHHHH!!!!! It’s gonna turn the boat, it’s gonna turn the boat!!!

Ash: SHUT THE FUCK UP woman!!!! Why the fuck is he gonna do that (Ash, always soooo patient!!)??

I: I dunno, I dunno, I’m scared, I’m scared!!!

Sharon: This is beautiful, beautiful, oh my God!!

So I came down, and started to enjoy it. He even brought a little buddy with him (I’m assuming they were guys). They spent a good ten minutes around the boat keeping us company. It was sooo beautiful and magical, despite my panic attack!!!

I really couldn’t get over this for the whole day. I really never saw something so special in my life. We reckon they followed the sound of the engine, and as we were going very slowly because we were talking, they got closer… it was magical!!!

Anyway, have a look at the photos below. It was magical!!!