Junior

Meu amor

Quando pensei que me tinha perdido,
que o meu mundo tinha morrido,
apareceu o meu amor,
um verdadeiro amor...

Antes de te ter,
o meu mundo era diferente,
os teus beijos suaves no meu rosto,
como viviu sem eles não sei...

Porque nao estas meu amor,
comigo sempre,
so me quero ver,
espelhado nos teus olhos,

Te amo, sempre

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Valentines day

Yesterday I went for dinner at Ebbas and Simona was there too. We drank wine (obviously), spoke about our week and got ready to go out. Simona helped Ebba straighten her hair, apparently her first time... he he funny. Anyway, was another night at Agra. Nothing new, just same old same old. I used to always go to Tequila but that's just different. The environment is better, and I don't get bored of it as much. But I am getting bored of Bairro Alto a bit, always same place. The times me and Jr go to other places we have so much fun.

It's Valentines day today... oh well, lucky me! I got a whole hour with my Jr awake... AAAAH. I hate his work hours. I truely hate it! We can never do anything together. I work weekdays, office hours. He works evenings, including fucking weekends. What's that for a life? Seriously. Gaa!! Anyway, happy valentines my love. I love him to bits despite his crappy work commitments. One day... one day...

Oh, today I spoke to an old friend on msn, Ivo. Have not seen him since 1995-ish except from this one time I saw him in a restaurant last year. Crazy! I love facebook and msn, it is so easy to find old friends and keep in touch, amazing really. My friend Ivo has a band ("Luis e a lata") so I am going to see him one day with my sister. Sounds pretty good so check it out!

Gonna make me some food, catch you later.



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Hung over or old?

I went out last night, and it was the first time in a while actually. It was nice, me and my sis Ebba had dinner at my place whilst working on one of those future plans we share. Plenty of wine and giggling later we headed out to Agra where we met Eric and Lorena, Eduardo, the Mexicans and of course the guys were working; Pollo, Yunior and Alex.

My Jr came about 3.30am and picked me up to go to a Dutch guys house who had a party, it was in a flat in Bairro Alto so not far away. The flat was full of people I don't know and we ended up chatting with the Dutch guy, whose name I think was W something, and his girlfriend, whose name I don't know at all. She was from Canada, but half Jamaican! We all moved onto Incognito and stayed there for a while. Was a calm night, just nice chatting and no dancing. Jr and I went home, cooked something that yesterday seemed delicious, and went to bed about 6.30am. I had a good time even though it was nothing special, was nice to go somewhere different and seeing some different people. That's so great with Jr cos he meets a lot of people with his work...

I woke up this morning, or should I say afternoon, and felt pretty ok. I said to a half dead Jr that it was so good that we had not been drunk last night, to which he moaned something and turned around. I then fell asleep again and woke up about an hour ago, feeling hung over?!?! My weekend is just gone! Again!!! Dagnamit as my friend says.

I am now going to procrastinate, which is something wonderful, until it is time to sleep again. There is some maffia movie on and I am sure it will do.

Monday tomorrow, shit loads of work and gym is waiting.

Oh I never mentioned, Tequila is closed for some work they are gonna do so I have not been helping there for a while. Its great, cos weekends are just sacred. When they open again I am not gonna help again, unless as acting guest and helping them finish those tequila bottles.

I have also passed my final CeMAP exam, and I did another qualification after that which is CeRGI. Maybe that's why I have not had time to write here for so long, makes sense eh. I am going to Brazil in March and when I come back will start on another qualification, CSP, which then leads on to CF which is the final one I guess. I am hoping to be done with it all by end of 2010. If so, I will then be a fully qualified financial adviser and can speak to clients about pension planning, investments etc. It's gonna be really cool. I am now just allowed to advise on mortgages and insurance products. Which is fun too but not enough.

Well, have a busy two years ahead of me, guess all those plans I have will have to wait...


Ciao,

Lots of loving!




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I want it all!!

I really wish I had more time to write, but work takes over my life completely. It sucks, is that what my life is all about? Work and no fun? I used to think I never wanted a man like my dad, cos he has always been completely hooked up with business stuff... but I am becoming just like him. Its so ironic. It's so sad. I am young and I am full of life, ideas, dreams and have no time to fulfill anything. Then there's that little detail called money, Jesus how can I work my arse off every day and still have to worry about money? It's not right, nor fair. But as they say, life is a bitch, and it sure isn't fair.

I guess I am one of the few people in the normal world, with a normal job, who can honestly say she loves her job. Strange considering I often feel exhausted... Anyway, I want more! I hope that one day my entry in this blog will be about a new adventure. A new job, a new place, a new salary. I am stressing about it you know, I am almost 30 and I feel life is running past me and I can't keep up. I am stuck.

My boyfriend Jr says I am always changing my mind and he never knows what I want. I understand him, but it is because I want it all, only one day certain things more than others. I want to move to London and work in my area there to get more experience and money. I want to move to Stockholm, have an organised and simple life there with kids and all. I want to move to Brazil and have my pousada, live a soft life and work for myself... and I also want to buy an apartment here in Lisbon, move in with Jr and just continue building my life here. I can't have it all right? Or can I...

I have so many feelings, but such small vocabulary to express them all.

I am a dreamer without and ending...

Studying, working and tequila

It's been a while I know... but I just don't have any time for anything but to do the very "must-haves".

Since my whining about Portuguese post boxes, I have had my holidays which were great, did the CeMAP 2 exam (and passed yey!!!) and celebrated my first year anniversary with Jr.

Seriously, I need to get my act together and sort out internet at home cos like this I will never get this blog running properly. I spend far too many hours at work as it is so it's not like I feel like sitting here with my blog at night. Also I am studying for CeMAP 3 so major lack of time issue going on. You know, I just found out that all the extra hours I have done working here are lost, I wont ever get compensated for them. We don't get paid for them but we get days in lieu. I understand I can't have them all as it is like 190 hours since August 2007 but I hoped to somehow get something out of it. I was hoping they would give me some extra days off next year (paid of course) so that I don't have to use all my holidays in March when I am planning to go to Brazil for a month... but hey why would they?

My one year anniversary with Jr was great. It was one long day full of food and wine, starting in Ericeira, moving onto Cascais and ending in Lisbon. We went back to A Travessa where we are always so well treated and where Jr can enjoy his wine conversations with the sommelier. Yawn...

I have really found myself a prince this time, never has anyone taken such good care for me and still been normal, decent and polite. There is only one small thing that sometimes makes us clash slightly, the age difference. I am not so sure he agrees or even notices that however I do. I think it is because I am 29 and a woman, he is 24 and a boy!!! Love him to death though. He bought a car and it finally arrived yesterday, jesus have never seen him so happy. It is not registered yet and the lazy bugger has not finished his drivers licence yet (!) so for now all he can do is enjoy the beauty from the outside.

I am still helping at Tequila bar, so the weekend life is just as crazy as it always was... too much tequila!

Right, time for me to get out of here and go home to that CeMAP I love so much. Fingers crossed for me, it is soon time to sit the last exam.

Ciao ciao



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Wierd post boxes?

Only in Portugal do you find post boxes that are "out of order"... The post box in question is at a post office, there is a hole in the wall from the outside, and on the inside there is a little bag that the post would fall into.

How can a hole be out of order, it looked fine to me?!

Today is my last day at work before my holidays!!! Yeyyy, have so deserved these days off. Daddy Cool will be here on Monday, can't wait! Weather forecast says rain for Monday, I say "don't even think about it!!!"

Ciao ciao




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Drunken loser?

I had my birthday and I got the Porsche.

The only problem is it did not come from my dad, nor did it have the size I expected. The only good thing really is I don't have to worry about the car insurance and it brightens up my living-room. Thanks worlds best flatmate.

My birthday was nice, took the day off work and had lunch with JR, sis Ebba and her boyfriend, Franginho. Since I was off I took the opportunity to go out the day before, so I met with Ebba and we celebrated my last year of youth until early morning. I woke up with a headache, now imagine my older sister, she is already in her 30's. Her head was much worse. We still managed to drink a few bottles of green wine for lunch and I am pretty sure there were a few glasses of Cuba Libre later on as well.

Every year we have a summer party at work, and since we are in amazing Lisbon what not but throw a beach party. Last year, I am told, was great.. Again, not having to go to the office triggered me to have a few glasses in Bairro Alto the day before. I was not alone I tell you, majority did not make the bus the company had hired for us. I, on the other hand, behaved and got there safe and sound?

I have always had a bit of emotional sickness, and on busses it gets worse. So I chose to sit just behind the driver. It was good cos I am quite tall and my legs had enough space that way too. They were conveniently resting on the radio in the front, so I could actually change the music with my toes. Have you ever heard of a TJ, Toe Jockey... I am sure the driver enjoyed it, he actually came back this year and smiled at me.

Right.. this year we went to a slightly different beach. It was still on Costa de Caparica, but so much better. This year we actually had food whereas last year most of my colleagues got too drunk since there was only cheese and caipirinhas to consume. I like cheese, but not queuing so I had to chose.. and the caipirinhas-queue won.

Actually that reminds me of how rude the caipirinha dude was, he once during the day said he would only serve me if I went for a dip in the water and when I came back had to be able to do a four with my legs. Seriously, is that nice to say to a young lady like myself? How rude.

Anyway, I think I manage to flirt myself a caipirinha and drank it whilst doing a four in the water.

This year was supposed to be so different. What went wrong? Ok so my dad likes his drink right, maybe he is the one to blame. Maybe this is all in my genes, it's hereditary. This year, Chuck and I had a small small dinner at the house the night before the party. On the Friday I got to the beach and was in such a good mood that I got high on it. And from then it all went downhill. And later I had to work at the bar.

Jesus-titty-fucking-christ... I wish I could say that was my first experience working drunk but I just remembered an incident in Australia, many many years ago. The good thing then was at least my boss asked me to go home, this night I had to keep on drinking and serve drinks.

Anyhoo, here we are , it is official, no use trying to deny it.... I am a loser. Ask anyone I spoke to at the beach party cos it is very likely I offended them by either suggesting a back-wax or they were present at my very own bus attendant emergency exit show, with a touch of Team America.

It's Oprah, I have to go.

Daddy, where's my Porsche

I went to a pool party a few weeks ago in Charneca de Caparica... well, it was more of a visit really cos the people at the party had been there all day and I arrived at about 9pm. I had spent the day at the beach with my boyfriend JR, when my sis calls me screaming "you haaave to come, everyone is asking where you are (nice to feel wanted) and it is soooo nice here..."

JR and I had dinner, he went to work and I took the boat over to Almada where someone would meet me. After about 40 minutes waiting by the ferries the one I feared the most came, in our friends Porsche. I fear him cos of his psycho driving and even more when he drives a Porsche. The Porsche-excitement made me relax a bit until we had been driving around for about an hour, rooftop still down (cold), and he admits he is lost. But no, he would not call the owner of the house where the party was at to find out how to get there. So instead we stopped people in the street. Jesus!!! How can people have such different opinions about how to get somewhere, it was like a bloody movie, they all pointed at different directions. My advice, never ask someone from Charneca de Caparica or their surroundings for directions.

Eventually we got there. The car-driving-psycho had his own car and girlfriend + two friends at the house so I knew I didn't have to go back with him to Lisbon, phew!!! Instead I realised that the reason the Porsche owner didn't come himself is because he was waaay too drunk. Yey, he cannot drive back, and everyone else is drunk too except those with cars. Hmm, wonder who is going to drive his Porsche back... :D

I lost my Porsche virginity - and fell in love. I am such a boy...

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I honestly do not understand why with age you have to stop writing lists of stuff you want to your parents. I emailed daddy what I would like for my b'day:

- trip to Brazil
- shopping
- money
- motorbike drivers licence...

...oh and a Porsche

Daddy confirmed he had received the list, and said he will not give me the Porsche cos I cannot afford the insurance anyway. Come ON, I can make an effort daddy, I promise!!!!

And on top of all he would not even discuss the motorbike licence.... : Guess I am going to Brazil then, looking good in my new outfits.

Tomorrow I begin my last year in my 20's, not sure but surely I had imagined I was married with kids and my own house by now. What's wrong?

Anyway, have a great birthday CeeJay