Rock 'N' Roll: AC/DC concert

Have I told you guys I had the chance to FINALLY go to the concert of my life?

Oh yeh, babe, AC/DC shook the crowd in São Paulo last night. 70,000 people in one of our largest soccer stadiums. Here's a bit of our adventure. Just a tiny bit, after all the feeling of watching one of your favorite rock bands cannot be expressed through pictures.

Dad and I before the concert:






Rock 'n' Roll Dad "and the crowd behind" was his request for this shot:




Ramp to the field, crowd and stage, nearly 7pm:




And then it rains. Cats and dogs:



(And we were safe, under the grandstand. The rain stopped, and it wouldn't start back until we were safe again in the car driving back home!)

Dad and I enjoying the best rock 'n' roll of all times. Provident dad, wearing his plastic cover (!). I told him THAT was precisely what held the rain back: his plastic cover... :P




And the rockin' 'n' rollin' keeps goin'! And the crowd is thrilled!






Angus Young's electric guitar solo: everyone stops and pays attention, admiring his finest little show that lasted TWENTY MINUTES. TWENTY MINUTES of Young and his guitar only. Dad concentrates:





And that's how it went :) As I expected, the best concert I've ever been to. It's beaten by veeeeery far U2's concert I went to a few years back.

But I've learned short people have a better view of the show when they're up there on the grandstand :P

My smile

There's a smile of yours that's stuck in my head. Whenever I think of you, that smiles comes first. It's not a boy's smile, naive, but it's also a boy's smile, naive. An it's the sexiest manifestation I've ever seen in a man. It was in the middle of a kiss, I said something, you smiled, and I saw just a tiny edge of that smile from where I was. Can't forget it. Naive, sexy, naughty. And mine. Because that smile is mine only. I saw it, I kept it, it's mine.

Proud-of-myself mode: ON

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An Amphibian and a Diving Dress, please

The gods must be bored this week. It's been raining nonstop for days now, which makes me desperately want one of each:

(images sources: here and here)

Attack Plan

One of my problems (because it is definitely NOT a solution) is the lack of method and routine in my life. When we're at school or in college, or when we work at an office, routine ends up being inevitable. I obviously don't fit any of the three categories.

And so my everyday life is chaotic and I mess up with hours, and I end up not accomplishing even 20% of what I could (and should), because I get distracted with one thousand zillion things and lose focus. Total laziness, especially during winter. I am almost coming to the conclusion that routine fills, or at least when I look from the outside it seems to fill the days, gives them meaning, so-to-say-ly.

As I am terrible at designing long-term strategies and sticking to them (laziness), I've then decided to create a very short-term strategy, on a one-day-at-a-time basis [have you heard they've abolished most hyphens in Brazil? stupid. But I digress...]. No pressure over cappuccino, no mandatory terms, just an idea I can change here and there. After all I am not trying to create myself a strait-jacket, but a system that helps me in the People That Make It group [sidenote here: many years ago a Brazilian bank launched an ad campaign with the motto "Brazil is made of people that make it" (O Brasil se faz com gente que faz), or something like that, focusing on entrepreneurs from all classes. That became famous and is still used in the most diverse media, and by practically every person I know. Another motto that has become widely used here is "I am Brazilian, and Brazilians never give up", but I digress again...].

It would be something like a weekly timetable, with specific hours for EACH AND EVERY ACTIVITY, from getting up and having breakfast, to reading a book or watching a TV show, taking care of housework, Benji, work. If, for example, I go out at night during the week and get back home late, I can get up a little later or take a nap after lunch, under the penalty of staying up as long as it takes to finish the day's chores, as every good Brazilian worker does.

I will make it. #helpmegod #yeswecan

Fairy tale for the 21st Century woman

Once upon a time there was a gorgeous lady who asked a handsome man "Will you marry me?" He said "No!" And the lady lived happily ever after, went traveling, shopping, met many other men, had a lot of sex, visited many different places, went to live on the coast, bought another car and new furniture for her home, was always smiling and in a good mood, went out for beers with her friends whenever she wanted to and no one would give her orders. The man got fat, bald, his cock went limp and his ass sagged, and he was alone and broke because no man builds a life without a woman! The end.

When your dad emails you this, saying the lady reminds him of you, does it mean he's proud of you or he's lost his hope?

Just wondering.

Oh Freud!

A chat about an hour ago:

him: Shower now. Join me?
me: wtf :P i am HER. oops... i am NOT HER :P
him: Lol. Funny freudian slips you make.

Nothing like someone who understands you perfectly.

Dekkaland - improved

You guys notice any difference here?

Yes, the Dekkaland now has some color, new menu items, some improvements! Next step is update the blog list to include some fun stuff for you guys.

And oh, of course, write more LOL

So stay tuned and enjoy!

New Shoes

First, hit play, DJ! Playing? Now you can start reading.

The person writing these lines has serious issues with shoe stores. Issues like the person cannot GET IN a shoe store. The person cannot get in a shoe store simply because she cannot leave the store without atleasttwopairsofnewshoes.



This time, the person stopped by the store a week ago, and fell deeply and utterly and completely in love with this shoe:

The passion was such the person even dreamed of the purple shoes. But guess, dearest of readers, if obviously and exactly THAT pair size TWO-POINT-FIVE was not the last of the Mohicans in the whole chain. Not even a reduction plastic surgery would make the person's 4 1/2 feet fit in there.



But gods have their mysterious ways, to such an extent that the person had to make do with the purple pair's nut-brown cousin:

But is a pair of shoes enough, readers? No-o-o-o-o-o, replies the audience in unison! So the person also buys this...

... and goes back home as happy and contented and smiling as can be, feeling the most gorgeous of women on earth.

Hey, I put some new shoes on

And suddenly everything is right

I said, hey, I put some new shoes on 

and everybody's smiling, it's so inviting

Oh, short on money, but long on time

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine

And I'm running late, and I don't need an excuse

'Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes

(Images: Via Uno)

Today I feel like...

... burning some rock 'n' roll and country music CDs, getting in my car with my laptop, my dog, and my camera, and driving. Just driving. A good highway, no specific destination. For weeks.

On shopping and models

It is just so easy to make a woman happy. Just say: "hon, go spend some money".


And that was it. Thing is no one called me hon; I went shopping on my own account and at my own risk. But then ONE pair of shoes is not enough, no: ya gotta buy three of them. And at the same shop they sell clothes: a dress, a pair of jeans, two shirts. Ho ho ho. Love it.


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Abruptly changing topics, there's nothing like gorgeous models:

I really like this :D

Fuck.

(c) FreeFoto.com 

Sometimes I wish I were one of those people who wake up at 6 a.m. without an alarm clock banging on their head. But it's just sometimes and this desire just fades away as quickly as it comes.

Practice makes perfect

tsk!

Ya gotta practice more, young Padawan...

Mooooo...

Back to my senses. Ho Ho

Rainy day

Because there are rainy days when your PMS gets worse^10, making your hormones rebel against you and your head and heart shrink.

(c) FreeFoto.com

Today on iTunes

The latest downloads for my playlist (the links are the respective torrents):

- Eurythmics - Greatest Hits

- The Allman Brothers Band - Best of

- The Pretenders - Greatest Hits

On departures

In less than two months I've been to the international airport three times, for three different reasons. One arrival and two departures.

The arrival was shrouded by mists of expectation of the unknown, of surprise, of the weirdness of the first-time encounter. The first departure, a vacuum. A gap in which time stopped when I wanted it to go faster, once dreams and plans had been undone. In both situations I did not have the opportunity to observe people.

Last night, once again, I was there for a departure. This time someone very close to me went away. And at that very moment I realized how things change in very short time frames, how life yaws, and we usually don't realize it until that very thousandth of a second when we open our eyes and the new world is right there standing in front of us.

Once I went with this flow. In one month, I made a decision, set things up, packed, and went away. Just like that. It took me well a week to perceive the new world I was in. And when I did, I was scared. Fear came and left in a matter of hours, and then I started living that new life.

But I went to a world which was 3 hours away, where people speak my language, and are not strangers to me (even though they can be strange). What if you go to a world where you cannot come back except by plane? A new world full of promises, but whose inhabitants speak another language, wear different clothes, have different habits? A world which you don't know what exactly to expect of, a world of dreams. What then?

This could be read in her face, during those two hours of waiting, including the check-in line, the luggage protection line, the exchange line. Tension, anxiety, expectation, in an almost cruel blend, and even those who are outside of the situation feel their hearts tearing apart. Family stays behind. Small things gathered in a lifetime, even for a young person, stay behind. With you, nothing but what fits in a bag and in your heart.

Those who stay make a group: the group of those on this side of the line, those who can only watch the line and wait for that special person to pass by for the last time before they board. Most of the this-side ones cry. Not always because of sadness. Several times because missing that person comes even before they go away. Right there the lightbulb comes on: at that very moment there's no going back.

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It was there that I, in the group of those on this side, realized that I am gonna miss you, even though we have never been so close as we might have liked. Even though our differences have made our lives go different ways. And I didn't have time, and the words didn't come for me to say this while I hugged you and said goodbye. So I say it here:

I hope this new world is extremely friendly with you and welcomes you with arms wide open. I hope you find your dreams, all your dreams, there. That each of the moments you live there are worthy of staying forever in your mind and heart. That you find your way, whatever way that is. That you make many friends, and that you have at least one you can count on. That you have a lot of fun and learn plenty of new things. And when you feel homesick, be strong -- let this feeling stay, but for no longer than ten minutes.

Be happy, truly happy! I am very proud of you. And I will be here always. I love you.

The housewife translator and Excel

I gotta tell you guys why I have been away from this blog for so long.

First I went on vacation for ten days (YAY!) back in May, photos to come on another post, soon, I promise.

And then when I came back home, I decided to make my company grow, become a real corporation, and not a one-Dekka company anymore. THIS has consumed my head and my time.

The thing is I am a translator, not an executive. My head thinks and processes words and languages, and sentences, and ideas, not numbers and balance sheets and bank statements, even though I am pretty good with math, and logical thinking. But going from one to the other is a huge step. It involves learning, a lot of learning too, new things and concepts. But I do have a partner now, which makes things easier. Two people thinking together.

So suddenly I find myself struggling with Excel spreadsheets, contacting designers to make our website, dealing with notaries and bank accounts and managers, getting new phone lines and faster internet, all of that while translating and coordinating translator teams. Woosh.

The upside is that my dream will now come true, and Oficina do Texto will no longer be a one-Dekka company.

The downside is that Excel is dumb, and it won't understand what I need, and it complicates my life a bit. But ok, life with no complications would be too boring.

So sit tight. Soon you'll have good news on Oficina do Texto.

You have some sugar?

Two nights ago, the doorbell rang. I open the door and I find this:



Yes, ladies. THIS. ALL OF IT.

He asks me something silly, like if I have sugar. He goes on to tell me he lives upstairs, and he gives me a very inviting note with his apartment number, and some nice words.

Now ladies. Would you say no? Would you NOT run upstairs the next day with some silly excuse to get in? :P Exactly. I did.

And of course I woke up. Of course it was a dream, ladies. But I got up feeling brand new, my skin looking awesome and bright, my heart racing. Sigh.

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P.S: I told him he could visit any time. Don't be silly, you'd have said the same.

The Unknown

I've always had a thing with the Unknown. The Unknown attracts me, pulls me, makes me wanna check what it's all about. But I guess that magic happens only when the Unknown is there, and I'm here...

Now the Unknown is getting closer. Even though this adrenalin of seeing it coming is thrilling, it is also driving me crazy, and it is scaring me to death. If only I could find that button I just push and turn my head off, so I don't think, because I think too much. Oh, but if I did turn it off, I wouldnt see it coming. I wouldn't feel this adrenalin consuming me, and adrenalin is the fuel of Aries people.

Maybe the best thing to do would be to jump in, but then for days I'd live of emotions only. No work, no mundane life. No.

Guess all I can do then is wait. And welcome the Unknown when it knocks on my door, and serve it coffee.