Estou mudando de casa e de bate-papo.
Me visite em http://osexoefragil.blogspot.com
I'm moving out and changing the subject.
Visit me at: http://osexoefragil.blogspot.com - but that´s in Portuguese, sorry! I'll be in English soon at http://theunpacking.blogspot.com
They say life is a little box of surprises. I say life is the surprise itself inside the box.
P.S. I haven't written here for a very long time. I really think no one read this blog anymore - the fact is that there is not what to read if I do not write on it.
It's not that I don't have what to write. Actually I do have. I always think about something that have happened to me, or some place I've visited, or people I've met. I could say I am not having time enough to put all this down, but I would be just excusing myself. The truth is that I've being a very lazy girl, and sometimes I don't even touch the computer.
The biggest occupied castle in the word, that is said. Well, there isn't many kings anymore, so it's not really a difficult thing, is it?
Anyway, the Castle is huge and very well preserved, of course it might be because the Queen still spend some time of the year there.
The charge to visit the castle is quite expensive, but It was the first time I've been in a royal home, though in Brazil the houses of the Emperor were only small palaces (and I haven't actually visit none of them). I just felt sorry for not be allowed to take pictures inside.
They say the Queen spend about three months is this Castle. I was wondering if every time she goes there she walk around and check every part. I mean, there's so many things... The church, for example, contains a unaccountable amount of memorials, names, details... It would be too much for one person to know and to remember everything, and there's still many others palaces and places.
I'm not sorry for the Queen, no way. But how different might be her look to all this things, comparing to our flâneur look.
My hole life I imagined how the snow was, if it was like I used to see in the films... but I knew that in films it was all fake. When I came to London, how disappointing was the information that rarely was snowfall here. Anyway, I never gave up the belief that it would snow this year! And I was right! And, for the very first time, I saw, I touched and I took pictures of snow!!! And, of course, I called my mum.
I forgot to mention that I went to Madame Tussauds Museum and London Eye.
As expected, Madame Tussauds is really great! It's amazing and enormous. At the and of the visitation you are exhausted, but pleased to have got pictures with Nicole Kidman, Shakespeare, Sherek and CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. When you think there's no more to see, the stairs take you to another room, full of famous personalities just awaiting to take pictures with you. You are already tired of so many flashes when the next attraction is Chamber Life: You walk throw the corridors trying not to be surprised by the scary characters dressed as the most famous serial killers. But that time they are not statues, but actors, what makes people run, and there's no time do realise or discover who were the characters. Next door opens the Spirit Of London to the visitors, that take a taxi and are driven through the most famous facts that build London what the city is today, as the Big Fire and the rebuilding of the St. Paul's Cathedral. Before going home you can enjoy a short animation film, and buy some expensive souvenirs.
The London Eye, it's not so good however. I mean, the city is so full of new buildings being constructed , so many crane machines, that they disturb the seeing. But I don't regret to had gone there, anyway.
For some reason I haven't realised, I took the first flight to Brazil, not caring the high price I would pay for buy the ticket so close to the trip. Whatever, the matter was be back in Brazil as soon as possible.
I had just left the passengers area in Airport of Guarulhos, and my parents came to meet me. My brother couldn't leave the job, because he hadn't have time enough to notice his absence and, as my parents explained, he would have a very important meeting that day, though he was going to be manager next month.
Then, my whole family, that is really, really big, as is expected of a Italian family, went to our house in the countryside, and we made barbecue to commemorate I was back home. At this point I couldn't understand why I hadn't bought gifts neither for my friends or my family. It was so embarrassing, that I wasn't able to explain.
After families meeting, I went to the city to visit some people with who I worked before going to London. One of them used to be my boss, and we talked about I return to work with her, in the same company. "Well...", I answered, "Maybe when I come back".
So I woke up, and that very pale sunlight coming throw the window, and the raindrops on its glass, reminded me that I hadn't ever left London. What was much better, after all, because I can not even imagine going back to Brazil without gifts.
Uma pesquisa entre tradutores britânicos apontou a palavra "saudade" como a sétima palavra de mais difícil tradução no mundo. "Saudade", só conhecida em galego-português, descreve a mistura dos sentimentos de perda, distância e amor. A palavra vem do latim "solitas, solitatis" (solidão), na forma arcaica de "soedade, soidade e suidade" e sob influência de "saúde" e "saudar".
Diz a lenda que foi cunhada na época dos Descobrimentos e no Brasil colônia esteve muito presente para definir a solidão dos portugueses numa terra estranha, longe de entes queridos.
I never though I would feel this so deeply, so much. Everybody use to say, or think, that I am hard, sometimes even cold, because I never complain about missing someone... Rarely do I weep when I say goodbye. Hardly do I put out my feelings when they are complex or glum, cause I really don't like to waist time being sad. I do prefer do something useful.
But now I have to confess. Today I spent sometime exploring friends orkuts to find pictures, I did weep thinking about my parent's and my brother, I did miss my special friends. Today, I really felt the wish to go back.
Last weekend I made my first trip outside London - or should I say the first of my trips?. I went to Dublin, Ireland, with my Brazilian friend Mariana, and there I met some Brazilian friends - I actually didn't speak too much English there. So you might be asking the reason for this title if it's in Scotland that they use skirts, not in Ireland, isn't it? Yes, but what happened is that without knowing, I choose to travel in the same date of a Rugby match between Ireland and Scotland. So, a city that use to be quite, was completely crowded of Scottish people - plus tourists with no idea about what was happening.
Rugby is the national sport there. For those that have no idea what Rugby is, enjoy me. It seems like an American football with no protection. It's really rude. And the players really, really big. Well, I watched the match with my friends in a pub, where everyone (I mean, every-Irish-one), was drinking Guinnes. Even though I was understanding nothing about the game, I became glad because the winner was Ireland - I was there anyway. But the day after, when Mariana and myself went to a walk around the city, there was so many men in skirt that I wasn't sure anymore about who had won. Specially when I saw one guy, looking like an Irish, unawake at a door, that probably wasn't his. But someone would say that it was the only usual image of that weekend.
Fred Mercury is alive and wearing normal cloths he can't be seen by all those busy people in the train! This is Northern Line and I think he's going to Camden Town to buy some huge platform boots
Sometimes I do babysitting jobs for some friends of my boss, when she doesn't need me to stay with her children.
There's one home when I really like do work. There are two boys, 7 and 9 years old. The older is very polite - more than any adult Brazilian that I know.
The father doesn't talk, but the mother is very nice and treat me very well. And the first time I went to their house I saw many books and one, specially, got my attention. A Portuguese Dictionary. It's fabulous. Cause most of English people has a Spanish and a french dictionary, but not Portuguese. I was so glad to see it just because one week before, I had worked for another family, and the the following questions were asked to me:
- Where are you from?
- Brazil
- Oh! Nice! So do you speak Spanish?
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But she, at least is English. What about a Brazilian girl, about 18 years old, good financial position, that didn't know that Brasilia it the capital of her country? She spent all her life, in Brazil, believing that Sao Paulo is the one. And she just found out because someone, not Brazilian, asked her about and she had to call a friend. I wouldn't be surprised if she, instead Portuguese, spoke Spanish.
One probable reason why women get fat when they move to another country, and men loose weight is that to supply men's lack, God invented whores. For women's lack, chocolate.
Are you in the same time zone as Greenwich? A friend asked me.
I am in Greenwich Time Zone. That make me think that... the first though that came to me in my first walk around London was: how can the oldest and the newest coexist so near one of the other? And it's a harmonic coexistence, I think at least. You see sophisticated buildings near a very old Church. But, there is a kind of respect between them. You walk on the streets and you see people wearing coats that seem to be from 30's, treasures that seem to be from 80's and shoes that definitely came from the far futures. Kids do their Latin homework on their apple laptops.
Maybe Greenwich knew that, although the science, this place has a special relationship with the time.
I have already talked about this movie once, you might remember, when I went first time to Karaoke Liberdade, in my lovely Sao Paulo, in my so far Brazil.
Instead Japan, it could had easily been filmed here, in London.
Here, you suddenly meet someone that spent all his/her life in Brazil so near you, but you had never met before. And you try all time meet someone you know for all your life, and you can't, because when one is free, the other is busy.
Someone said, I think it was Murphy, that the best way to find something, is searching for another. You always find when you are not looking for, you are always found when you don't care about to be or not to be seen.
Sometimes, you look through the window, spend long minutes watching the raindrops, the houses, the trees... And ask yourself "What am I doing here?". Not in London, but here, in this world? Does anybody know? I have decided that I will stop to try to find any sense in my life. And, maybe, who knows, this sense appears in one of my drawers, or in one pocket of a old treasure I haven't used for long time.
I've got the Windows Live Writer, a tool which I can use to post in my blog, in case I don't want to use the own Blogspot's editor. Well, I'm trying, if it works and be better, I'll tell to my Blogmates, ok?
But, you know... Microsoft, we must be careful. They can send my posts to M16, CIA, Interpol or, worst, to ABIN (!).
Anyway, this tool has something very interesting for English learners: Spelling check!
About the text, let me see... It's possible row some world, underline,
bold, italic, format font colour, font size, font type, without needing to go HTML editor.
And you can also edit the picture (colour, brightness, etc), write on it, adjust its size. Insert maps
(any size toy want), videos (but I have no one), tables (as many lines and columns as you wish)
| 1 | 2 |
| 3 | 4 |
Well, I think it is...
Sometimes, when I was reading some old story book, in which someone was sitting at a wooden desk writing a letter for a distant friend, or love, I used to put myself in the character’s shoes and imagine myself in a distant place, writing and thinking about my friends, my family and my inexistent boyfriend. And today I was studying in my bedroom, with my laptop on the desk at the window and suddenly I though “Such a romantic scene”. I’m exactly like I used to imagine the book’s characters.
I have a respectable number of news to tell, better, to write. And I began your pardon for take so long since my last post. I was busy, you know (:P). And I was in school holydays, so I had to pay for internet, what limited my access. I am going to start for the lasted and hot news, and go on with by rewarding order.
Yesterday I fell on the Mc Donald’s floor, my bottom bit the stairs and... Oh God, what a pain! Because in Mc Donald’s floor, we don’t walk, we skate. And, sometimes, we slip. It was funny anyway. In Mc Donald’s we are always hurting ourselves. Every day I used to hurt my arm, or my finger... Nothing serious. Maybe, because I am working only Saturdays now, the curse became stronger on me.
Last Friday, I finally bought my laptop! I am really, really happy!
Last Sunday I moved. Bye, bye Surrey Quays, Tesco, Lidl. Hello Clapham Common, Iceland and Sainsbury. Now I am an Au Pair. No more wake up at 4.00 am to clean the University of Westminster’s toilets. Since Monday I wake up at 7 am to take care two kindness children. And the best is: I don’t have to take metro or bus to arrive at the work. I just go downstairs.
