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

Welcome to my world

And I thought I was a bit of a computer wiz... it has taken me far to much research to get a blog going. Seriously!

The point with this blog is really just to share some of my life with people I do and don't know. I was really encouraged by my flat mate to create a blog when she told me I have so many weird and random comments that I should note it down. I also remember a friend from long ago who wrote certain sentences I said down in a note book, really just to take the piss later on. I am really quite a normal young lady, and tend to think of myself as sophisticated and down to earth. But sometimes I open my eyes and realise this may not be the case. My dad usually calls me a nut-case.

This morning I went for a massage, it was great until the lady told me my skin was coming off (I am one of those sun-freaks, hence the sunburnt back). It was really quite nasty, and it was coming off my back as she massaged me, right next to my face. Eeeew! I will make sure I exfolliate before next session!!

It is time to get to work, I have a long day ahead of me with lots of people planning to die, or not understanding they will...

And as a friend use to say "life your dreams, don't dream your life"...

Ciao!