One more step given yesterday

Since i was born many steps were given towards eternity. I remember when i was a kid and went to the school... i remember learning to ride a bicycle, learning new languages, having the first message with missionaries, my baptism, dating a mormon (he was my first oficial boyfriend "trust me" and i was 21 huh!), going to the University, first and many trainees position in different companies, my first job as a Secretary, i also remember bad things happening to me, when dad and my aunt Graça die, learning how to live with less money, in a small house (how small you don't know), even wishing to eat more and have no thaaaaaaaaaaaat refrigerator full of food, ending relationships that i would like to keep... All of those things gave me more experience, made me stronger than i was before, provided me courage to go ahead and fear not! Ernie is one of the good steps in my life. How marvelous he doesn't know... But, yesterday, i gave one more step in our life together, i sent my application, dreaming with a VISA, so, i'll be able to marry him and start the real life together, being able to walk by his side.

Yes, I do!!!!!!!!!!!!

I didn't have an easy life. I grow up where the situations push you to an empty space. Hopefully i found the true Gospel to make me understand that my life has meaning, purpose and direction. I study and spend many efforts going to an University. Yeah! I'm graduated, i'm a Secretary! I wasn't never that lukiest about jobs, but i had many great opportunities in my life. After some months trying to find a job i was blessed with a chance to be a Secretary again. I was so happy! Crazy and funny, as i am, i built good friendships very fast. I was trying to help the people around. My coworkers were boring me sometimes but i was learning so much... it was such a crazy action letting my chair and desk to go and serve those poeple, while my director, could be alone, and the telephone would be ringing without stop, without answer for few minuts while i stop a little to help that company works. I also was there early to turn on the light and the arconditioner to my boss, so his room would be comfortable to him, providing a nice atmosphere. I planned many meetings during the week, all of those weeks. it was such a pressure moment, trying to remember if the managers would need something more besides papers, pens, laptops and projectors and point laser. I remember myself calling all of the people from each meeting that i had scheduled, they were pretty busy and could forget. Coffee? Yeah... i almost forgot the coffee. Many costumers were visiting the director all day long and then if it was raining i thought i could be nice to offer them some coffee, or some cold watter if it was so hot! (As a mormon i don't drink coffee, but as a Secretary i have to offer). Those were business men, so busy that sometimes they didn't acept the drinks because stop to drink something would stole their time. I saw people tired after work for a long time and have no more personal motivation or that one we get from the company. I saw managers with great ideas to help the company growing much more while i saw other cowerkers saying that those managers don't do nothing and get a lot of money. I saw all possibles personalities, i felt stressed sometimes, in other occasions i just laugh... sometimes when i was needing some help i found hands ready to provide solution and show me how to work in a group, those actions were always motivating, as well as can remember i said "thanks for helping me" most of the time. But, after i do my best, i'm being honest, trust me, i did my best, i heard that the company has no place to me. It was pretty hard to hear... it made me sad. I remember myself crying and asking Heavenly Father "why?"... but as soon as i could be more sensitive for an answer, i heard something like: "I'm the manager!" "I'm the Director!" "Do you trust me as your Heavenly Father?" and i said: "yes, I do!"

Vá lavar o botão minha fia...

Lavando o botão...

Eu sempre lavo o botão, ou melhor, os botões. Basta ir ao tanque dar uma de lavadeira, ou jogar umas pecinhas na máquina. No entanto, “lavar o botão” tem uma conotação totamente diferente no vocabulário de vovó Júlia, porque ela é hiperbolicamente metafórica. Quer ver o que ela é capaz de fazer com um simples botãozinho?

Traduções

Vou lavar o botão: vou tomar banho
Botão: não acho necessário falar...
Vai tomar no botão: expressão altamente ofensiva, ela não usa com frequência.

The view from Olinda

Online dating

I have an idea to check where does these funny cartoons come from after i read Ernie's blog. I laugh a lot reading those messages. I found these too funny about online dating and since i don't have any idea about what to post today, i'm enjoying posting them : specially after 2 relationships unsucefull that had the online beggining :) Well, i hope you guys enjoy it :) If u wanna find funny cartoons just go to www.glasbergen.com

I miss Luiziana

I chat with my friend Lui this afternoon. I met her when i got my "passport" for the University.

She's really inteligent and fun to spend time with. I just remeber a work she made for our group during spanish class. It was about Pablo Neruda. Until that time i had never heard about him, after that, i couldn't forget. Specially because Luiziana got a MP3 file with Neruda voice for the words bellow:

From "Veinte Poemas de Amor y una Canción Desesperada"

Poema 20

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche esta estrellada,

y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos".

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.

La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.

Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.

Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.

La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.

Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.

Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.

Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.

Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.

Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,

mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,

y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Thanks Lui!!!!!

Some pics for the people who miss me :)