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"Grab your coat and snatch your hat,
leave your worries on the doorstep.
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune in your step.
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street."
.
You know, if only the weather did not reflect my "high" spirits.
.
Yes, beware, its PMS time, and i'm bitchin'.
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Funny how the world works. Yesterday i came home early to mope alone because i just wasn't in the mood for playing freak show.
.
This morning i run into the photos from my prom... 8 years ago. If only i knew then the things i know now...
i was a dreamer. Ok, i still am. But i also was a total stoner. And a wannabe everything. That bowl cut was shaved under. My friends were skateboarders who hanged out at the cemetery. My pants were baggy but i liked to wear polo shirts. And i fancied myself a clubber. Yes, a genuine 100% pure tomboy. Eyebrows undone and all. My prom was the first time i ever wore heels... You know, the kind that only rises in the back. No platforms. i still have that brocade skirt suit.
.
And here am i, 8 years later, drooling over alternative tattooed pin-ups, the shoes i picked out to accompany me sitting by my side... All heels. But moping.
.
(Funny, i think i look and feel younger now than at 18. Go figure).
.
So if this is gonna be a rant, let's get on with it. i'm feeling fat. One week here, and one kg and a half more. i haven't exercised, except for the occasional walking around shopping. I did do some great shopping, and have nice conversations... But it takes feeling ok, at least, to be able to withstand the whispering and pointing and all that. And to think that this is when the city puts on its best behavior and Sunday clothes to receive dancers from all over the world...
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So lets just talk about this week instead...
.
Last Friday i wanted to go to this particular charity shop because they always have cool things there... But they were closed. So while walking around remembering with a new friend, i shot photos instead. Photos of the cemetery i used to go to as a teenager, of the ugliest city hall in the world, of buildings.
(I see things most people don't)
A really ugly city hall.
The cemetery!
Then i stopped and watched a few dance presentations.
.
The people that work with my dad organized a happy hour. So i went to that too. And then to the coffee club that is held at the church they go to. Freaking bizarre, but they have a wicked brownie with icecream. i guess i can withstand all that jesus talk if there are brownies and iced coffee at the end.
Dad and Mom.
.
Saturday. The Municipal Market, and typical food. And good music. Too bad my girl friend had to break up our lunch date, but i went alone, anyways. Hummm...
After sitting alone for a few hours, and a bottle of beer, one of water and a latte, some ladies invited me to their table. So creeps wouldn't bother me. Sweet ladies. Then my mom showed up for a little while, and walked me to the Dance fair.
.
Where i watched a lecture with Steven Harper on the Future of Contemporary Tap Dance. Ok, that f***ing rocked.
After that i headed to the mall where my youngest brother was, and we had a real conversation for the first time. That was cool. It was cool going out with my brother. Well, not at first when we were hanging out with his friends, but after we went to the rock bar and met up some of my old friends, it rocked.
my youngest sibling
old time friends
he rocks too!
.
i mean, i had a hell lot to drink, but maybe because my bro got trashed so quickly (srsly, i had to rescue him from the ladies room where he was vomiting) i didn't get trashed after all. i just danced, sang and had a hell lot of fun. We ended the night with some monster sandwiches and took a cab home around 5 am.
Oishi! (mine was the BIG one)
.
i spent Sunday at home. Just to remember what that was like, spending a slightly hungover (domestic gin is foul the morning after) Sunday with my parents, eating greasy food and watching a DVD.
.
Monday was good as well.
.
i feel like a terrible person for feeling lousy after spending so many great days in a row without a care in the world. Am i? Maybe its just the awful vibe this town gives off. It gets tiring to hear the laughing behind my back, the pointing fingers, the whispering, the insults plainly yelled at my face, and even the guy who turned his girlfriend around, abruptly, so she wouldn't miss me going by. Thank god for earphones. Sure, lots of people compliment my style, ask about how i dye my hair and such. But mostly, its negative. Specially here. This neighborhood. This street. i love my parents, but i hate this place.
.
i digress. Monday we went treasure hunting in all the second hand and charity shops we could find, my mod friend and i. And some treasures did we find... At least i did! Two lovely purses, a cute camisole, a woolen mod dress with belt and an incredible pair of shoes. The shoes cost me R$1, and they look like something from the WWII. Sure, it cost 20x that to get them wearable, but totally worth it. Sugoi!
.
Did i mention it was my fathers birthday too? I guess i didn't. Well, first, there was the ballet and jazz spectacle. The ballet is lovely, always is. Repertoire. But the jazz... so good to be reminded of why its so incredible... all the performances! Some payed a homage to Fosse, some used an intense visual language such as lights and shadows, but all were amazing. After feasting my mind, i feasted my mouth with some awesome pizza as we celebrated his 57th.
.
And then yesterday... Tuesday. The weather started turning gray, back into the typical weather in here. The humidity is so high one can see it in the air, the mosquitoes are omnipresent (and its winter!) and i miss the Mister like crazy. It would be just perfection if He were here, but He isn't.
.
Also, as much as i love my parents, my mother never stops nagging, and my father is a gossiper, and they both judge people way too fast. They are very petty about lots of things, which i think comes as a result of living here for so long. And my dad makes noise when he eats. i'm not nice, being annoyed by such small things, but its these things that drive us away from family, aren't they. The small things, that eventually become unbearable, the quirks that while they don't stop us from loving our family, stop us from spending a lot more time with them. Sorry if i am excedingly honest, but i had to vent. i am NOT the 24/7 sweetheart some people fancy me to be.
.
But they are both awesome people who i love very much, and even if i know more words in English than my dad now (who happens to be from New Jersey, kthxs), they are still my heroes. Imperfect and all. It takes spunk to raise 4 kids, and put them all through private schools.
.
i wish i had found a nice gift for my dad, Inspector Gadget. He just has so many electronic toys i don't know what to get him anymore. At mostly, thats all he cares for. Maybe i could get him a nice edition of Dom Quixote... that's him after all. Honestly, i'm clueless..
.
Anyways, yesterday was spent alone, and shopping. i finally got a pannier! Yay, and at the most improbable place too, a store that specializes in "Gaucho" clothes. What i did was buy a child's size because typically the ladies wear these long gowns. And it was quite affordable too. i also found some nice pants and thrift stuff, and bought a Cuca...
i hadn't eaten that in years. So good... i'll write about it soon enough in the other blog. Oh yeah, the bizarre note for the day was this freak head banger with a camera who decided to stalk me after i left the bank. He didn't even make an effort to not be seen. Damn it, Janet.
.
More loot:
boyish warm pants, some basic shirts, a reusable shopping bag and organic peanut butter.
one of the purses, a chiffon camisole and a pretty cincher.
vintage woolen dress and purse
the pannier
.
i was going to go to the cinema too, but got tired of being stared at and called it a day. Maybe i will go today. There isn't much left to do, anyways... there is the tap spectacle tomorrow night, and talk on Friday on "Lesion prevention in Dancing", and a couple books i covet, but thats mostly it. And the goodies i promised to bring home to Him.
.
Miss Him.
.
So there i go... bored, bloated and bummed. Ha! What should i listen to now?
.
Well, better go tend to lunch, after all today my mom is not here to take care of that. And then, we'll see.
.
i can't wait to start dancing again. Too bad i didn't hear about the dance seminars and workshops before... maybe next year.
.
And i MUST work on what makes me unhappy with my figure. Its no ones fault but mine! Plus, soon i will be getting my burlesque on again, so i need to get my glam on.
.
And now, over and out!
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Mood: PMS'ing.
Now playing: SOD. Don't know what else to listen to next.
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P.s. 1: Happy Birthday Dulce. You're a sweet!
.
P.s. 2: i'm in love with a little fellow... The cutest schnauzer ever. i've been going by to see him every other day. i wish i could bring him home with me.
*
leave your worries on the doorstep.
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune in your step.
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street."
.
You know, if only the weather did not reflect my "high" spirits.
.Yes, beware, its PMS time, and i'm bitchin'.
*
*
Funny how the world works. Yesterday i came home early to mope alone because i just wasn't in the mood for playing freak show.
.
This morning i run into the photos from my prom... 8 years ago. If only i knew then the things i know now...
i was a dreamer. Ok, i still am. But i also was a total stoner. And a wannabe everything. That bowl cut was shaved under. My friends were skateboarders who hanged out at the cemetery. My pants were baggy but i liked to wear polo shirts. And i fancied myself a clubber. Yes, a genuine 100% pure tomboy. Eyebrows undone and all. My prom was the first time i ever wore heels... You know, the kind that only rises in the back. No platforms. i still have that brocade skirt suit..
And here am i, 8 years later, drooling over alternative tattooed pin-ups, the shoes i picked out to accompany me sitting by my side... All heels. But moping.
.
(Funny, i think i look and feel younger now than at 18. Go figure).
.
So if this is gonna be a rant, let's get on with it. i'm feeling fat. One week here, and one kg and a half more. i haven't exercised, except for the occasional walking around shopping. I did do some great shopping, and have nice conversations... But it takes feeling ok, at least, to be able to withstand the whispering and pointing and all that. And to think that this is when the city puts on its best behavior and Sunday clothes to receive dancers from all over the world...
*
*
So lets just talk about this week instead...
.
Last Friday i wanted to go to this particular charity shop because they always have cool things there... But they were closed. So while walking around remembering with a new friend, i shot photos instead. Photos of the cemetery i used to go to as a teenager, of the ugliest city hall in the world, of buildings.
(I see things most people don't)
A really ugly city hall.
The cemetery!
Then i stopped and watched a few dance presentations..
The people that work with my dad organized a happy hour. So i went to that too. And then to the coffee club that is held at the church they go to. Freaking bizarre, but they have a wicked brownie with icecream. i guess i can withstand all that jesus talk if there are brownies and iced coffee at the end.
Dad and Mom..
Saturday. The Municipal Market, and typical food. And good music. Too bad my girl friend had to break up our lunch date, but i went alone, anyways. Hummm...
After sitting alone for a few hours, and a bottle of beer, one of water and a latte, some ladies invited me to their table. So creeps wouldn't bother me. Sweet ladies. Then my mom showed up for a little while, and walked me to the Dance fair..
Where i watched a lecture with Steven Harper on the Future of Contemporary Tap Dance. Ok, that f***ing rocked.
After that i headed to the mall where my youngest brother was, and we had a real conversation for the first time. That was cool. It was cool going out with my brother. Well, not at first when we were hanging out with his friends, but after we went to the rock bar and met up some of my old friends, it rocked.
my youngest sibling
old time friends
he rocks too!.
i mean, i had a hell lot to drink, but maybe because my bro got trashed so quickly (srsly, i had to rescue him from the ladies room where he was vomiting) i didn't get trashed after all. i just danced, sang and had a hell lot of fun. We ended the night with some monster sandwiches and took a cab home around 5 am.
Oishi! (mine was the BIG one).
i spent Sunday at home. Just to remember what that was like, spending a slightly hungover (domestic gin is foul the morning after) Sunday with my parents, eating greasy food and watching a DVD.
.Monday was good as well.
.
i feel like a terrible person for feeling lousy after spending so many great days in a row without a care in the world. Am i? Maybe its just the awful vibe this town gives off. It gets tiring to hear the laughing behind my back, the pointing fingers, the whispering, the insults plainly yelled at my face, and even the guy who turned his girlfriend around, abruptly, so she wouldn't miss me going by. Thank god for earphones. Sure, lots of people compliment my style, ask about how i dye my hair and such. But mostly, its negative. Specially here. This neighborhood. This street. i love my parents, but i hate this place.
.
i digress. Monday we went treasure hunting in all the second hand and charity shops we could find, my mod friend and i. And some treasures did we find... At least i did! Two lovely purses, a cute camisole, a woolen mod dress with belt and an incredible pair of shoes. The shoes cost me R$1, and they look like something from the WWII. Sure, it cost 20x that to get them wearable, but totally worth it. Sugoi!
.
Did i mention it was my fathers birthday too? I guess i didn't. Well, first, there was the ballet and jazz spectacle. The ballet is lovely, always is. Repertoire. But the jazz... so good to be reminded of why its so incredible... all the performances! Some payed a homage to Fosse, some used an intense visual language such as lights and shadows, but all were amazing. After feasting my mind, i feasted my mouth with some awesome pizza as we celebrated his 57th.
.
And then yesterday... Tuesday. The weather started turning gray, back into the typical weather in here. The humidity is so high one can see it in the air, the mosquitoes are omnipresent (and its winter!) and i miss the Mister like crazy. It would be just perfection if He were here, but He isn't.
.
Also, as much as i love my parents, my mother never stops nagging, and my father is a gossiper, and they both judge people way too fast. They are very petty about lots of things, which i think comes as a result of living here for so long. And my dad makes noise when he eats. i'm not nice, being annoyed by such small things, but its these things that drive us away from family, aren't they. The small things, that eventually become unbearable, the quirks that while they don't stop us from loving our family, stop us from spending a lot more time with them. Sorry if i am excedingly honest, but i had to vent. i am NOT the 24/7 sweetheart some people fancy me to be.
.
But they are both awesome people who i love very much, and even if i know more words in English than my dad now (who happens to be from New Jersey, kthxs), they are still my heroes. Imperfect and all. It takes spunk to raise 4 kids, and put them all through private schools.
.
i wish i had found a nice gift for my dad, Inspector Gadget. He just has so many electronic toys i don't know what to get him anymore. At mostly, thats all he cares for. Maybe i could get him a nice edition of Dom Quixote... that's him after all. Honestly, i'm clueless..
.Anyways, yesterday was spent alone, and shopping. i finally got a pannier! Yay, and at the most improbable place too, a store that specializes in "Gaucho" clothes. What i did was buy a child's size because typically the ladies wear these long gowns. And it was quite affordable too. i also found some nice pants and thrift stuff, and bought a Cuca...
i hadn't eaten that in years. So good... i'll write about it soon enough in the other blog. Oh yeah, the bizarre note for the day was this freak head banger with a camera who decided to stalk me after i left the bank. He didn't even make an effort to not be seen. Damn it, Janet..
More loot:
boyish warm pants, some basic shirts, a reusable shopping bag and organic peanut butter.
one of the purses, a chiffon camisole and a pretty cincher.
vintage woolen dress and purse
the pannier.
i was going to go to the cinema too, but got tired of being stared at and called it a day. Maybe i will go today. There isn't much left to do, anyways... there is the tap spectacle tomorrow night, and talk on Friday on "Lesion prevention in Dancing", and a couple books i covet, but thats mostly it. And the goodies i promised to bring home to Him.
.
Miss Him.
.So there i go... bored, bloated and bummed. Ha! What should i listen to now?
.
Well, better go tend to lunch, after all today my mom is not here to take care of that. And then, we'll see.
.
i can't wait to start dancing again. Too bad i didn't hear about the dance seminars and workshops before... maybe next year.
.
And i MUST work on what makes me unhappy with my figure. Its no ones fault but mine! Plus, soon i will be getting my burlesque on again, so i need to get my glam on.
.
And now, over and out!
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*
Mood: PMS'ing.
Now playing: SOD. Don't know what else to listen to next.
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P.s. 1: Happy Birthday Dulce. You're a sweet!
.P.s. 2: i'm in love with a little fellow... The cutest schnauzer ever. i've been going by to see him every other day. i wish i could bring him home with me.
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