Two nations, one aim.

Two nations in my heart...

Who knew?

This following video by Pink is my new favorite song i keep on playing over and over again throughout the day. I love it because even though it is mainstream pop, it has a lot of truth in its lyrics. Who hasnt gone through a bad separation? Or who hasnt felt the loss of someone or the common fear we have of losing someone, without having the power to control the situation? It is something I think often times. Promises and hope, things never turn out the way we thought they would... love is indeed a mystery to me. The heart is full of love stories and memories we put away somewhere in our subconscious..and sometimes it all comes back when these songs pop up in the radio..

Ronaldo - the fat diaries revenge part 2

"Ronaldo sets sights on Muller record: "Real Madrid and Brazil striker Ronaldo has declared that he is hoping to break Gerd Muller's FIFA World Cup™ goal scoring record at next year's showpiece event in Germany. The 29 year old has scored a total of 12 goals in two previous FIFA World Cup finals. He finished the 2002 finals in Japan and Korea as the tournament's top scorer with a total of eight goals registered and hit four at the 1998 finals in France. Germany's Muller currently holds the record with 14 goals from two World Cup finals in 1970 and 1974." - this was back in 2005.

Newsflash: Ronaldo has set a record of 15 goals in the world cup in Germany so far, making him the highest scorer of all times. Maybe that will shut up peoples dumb comments over his weight now. Case closed! Dá-lhe Ronaldo!! Em rumo ao Hexa, brasileirada!!!! Vamo que vamo!

Midsummer comemoration!!

This past friday Sweden comemorated its most beloved tradition - midsummer, the longest day of the year.. Families and friends gather for a typical lunch with fish, potatoes, meatballs and a lot of akvavit, song and dance, embracing the essence of swedish summer.
One usually is put together with someone else on the table through a game, meaning that you will be sat together with total strangers if you dont know them, but if you are lucky, it can be quite fun!! After lunch everybody is invited to dance around a pole which represents fertility (it looks like testicles, really).
Maybe you have heard about the "small frog-dance"? That's it, one impersonates those little frogs and atempt to look as stupid as possible, but us brazilians find it pretty odd and embarassing, so we attempted to look as cool as we could, under the circumstances (...)

This friday my sister (the famous sizzle 1, Daniel - my boyfriend and his friend John Malkovich (aka Tobias) drove to the heart of Sweden - Dalarna. There, we stayed at Daniels moms place, and from there we drove to where the party was going to be held - at Fredriks place, one of Daniels friend. He has a house looking out the lake "Väsman" - it is so beautiful and infinite, full of small islands..an eternal source of inspiration. There, we met up with no less than 75 people. We mingled and even met some brazilians we weren't expecting to meet. I was a bit nervous, so I drank about 3 glasses of punch in order to "losen out" - I am becoming swedish in that sense, aint' i??.
During the huge lunch, which everybody contributed with, each country sang a typical song of theirs, just for the fun of it. Us latin americans chose La Bambas song - I know, maybe not the best choice, but it was easy.. So we stood up proudly, and sang a little. T'was fun!!! My table date was a colombian guy, quite nice actually. I had luck this time as well. My sizzle sat right in front of me, which made it even better as well. After a long lunch and many many sips of akvavit and song, we went and sat on the roof of Fredriks house. There one could see the view of this gigantic lake Vässman. It was definetly my favorite place to be (obs! I do not suggest anyone to climb the stairs and sit on the roof if there is any trace of strong alcohol in the veins!!! ) The rest of the day was spent dancing salsa, dancing to typical swedish music at its best - think Carola, Basshunter, Lena Ph.. Behind the house we found a warm swedish wooden bath tub where we sank our feet and ate chips with strangers, while being eaten by small mosquitos... total bliss! Towards the evening all the damn summer bugs were eating us all up, so we decided to go and sit in this small cottage which had a fire lit on. The cottage looked more like a fishermans house, and it was too, the cutest little cottage I have ever seen in Sweden. A perfect end to the evening. We wrapped up by eating hot dogs outside.

The clock was 4am and we were dead tired, dying to get home, dying to take off our shoes!!!! Daniel attempted a failed peep talk with us, suggesting we should walk home - Hence - that would take about 45min, but you know girls, so we called a taxi instead, which would take 45 minutes to come, and that didnt make Daniel very happy. He tried really hard to get us motivated to walk home and enjoy the beautiful swedish nature. You know, when an over the top energetic swede tries to put some somewhat spoiled brazilians to move their asses after 12 hrs of partying, he will not succeed!!
However, when your shoes hurt, when you have been bitten all over, when you are drunk and halv asleep, nobody gives a bloody f* about the swedish nature!!!!¤#&¤!!!! =) So we got our way, and the taxi arrived 15 min later.

I really enjoyed this midsummer. I met an incredible amount of weirdos - who became odder with every drink they took, but i had quite a laugh at them. Swedes at their best, quite amusing to me actually.. I never laughed so much at them.

Midsummer was indeed the longest day of the year - it never gets quite dark..and the party goes on..

All in all, it was worth the trip. I had my sizzle 1 sister with me this time and my xuxu!!!! The only negative experience we had this weekend was when we were on our way home and bumped into notorious swedish nazists. But that is another post, that would only spoil my cute midsummer post.

The pictures and videos above are from the view of the roof, one of the 5 tables at lunch, the midsummer dance around the pole, my sister and I, the stairs to the roof, dancing and getting drunker, and drunker..and stupid(er) :P

Ronaldo - the fat diaries?!!

Alright, alright. By reading the title you're probably thinking that I am about to mock Ronaldo - but I won't.
I think I am the only one who hasn't picked on him. Like I'd say "Fat??? my schmizzle!"
This has become a topic of choice in Brazil these past weeks. Ronaldo did arrive in Germany in less-then-usual-top-shape but accordingly to his dietist, he has been following a rigid regime and has improved quite a lot since he arrived, so please drop it people!
I feel so sorry for him. First he was criticized by his bad performance for Real Madrid, and now this. No wonder he feels psychologically bad - Ronaldo has been rushed to the hospitals not once, but twice (and the world cup is only half way through).
It is obvious he hasnt showed his famous star quality in the fields during this World Cup so far.
To call him fat is exagerated. In my point of view if he is in bad shape, it must be simply a matter of a few extra kilos. Since when being a little overweight transforms into "Fat"??

That is such a typical media-like thing to do, and the worse part is that its contageous. So contageous to the point that the people start using that word and instead of reading the real facts, they stick to the very same tricky journalism.

Remember his injury in 2000? He has survived 2 major injuries, when it looked hopeless. So let's not pick on him, let's cheer for him, because we are afterall fans, in good and in bad times.


ps Credits for www.inflavio.net for the drawing / translation : Didn't I tell you you look fat? - Brazils current president Lula da Silva ds

The copycat effect / that's right, shizzle to the sizzles!!!

I am the typical example of what one may call the sister looks up to older sister (this time, middle sister) - effect.
My sister and I moved to Sweden together with our family 7 years ago. We had the alienation in common.
We have a special bond, which may make people sort of jealous, or merely call it a copycat complex (sorry, mr Freud).
Looking from the outside it may look like I copy my sister in many ways. Our blogs look alike, our nicks, our pictures, our shoes....
Everytime she is judged by some pityful creature (which are many), I feel like I have to sink to the low level of these low lives - but only if she allows me to of course.
When I hear the situations she is put in, I find it sad that some people don't have better things to do than giving their "oh so wise" opinions about what she should do, what she should have done and so on.
If you look at the choices you made in life, I can bet that 98% of the time you didn't do as you should, according to your family, according to your friends or mentor, did you?

I believe we have our own ways to go. We chose our weapons and we seek to fulfill our journey with the hand on our hearts. If the road is dark, so be it. It is our choices afterall. What may be right for you, may not be right or make sense to the other.

I don't like the fact that people pick on everything she does. Who gives them the right to do so? What makes them so much wiser?

I have seen the problems coming at her, and i always try to let her know that I supposer her no matter what. I know it is a sister thing, but she is also a person. So please. This should be a lesson to all of you out there, who have missjudged people, who manipulated, who lied, who threatened, who intentionally tried to make someone feel worse because it makes you feel better.

This post may be overdramatized, but i couldnt care less. These are my upset feelings talking - for my sister and for everyone out there who have been victims of pityful criticism.

This takes me back to when I was small. My sister had come home late, and my mom got so angry at her that she hit her. I remember crying instantly. Powerless and small. What could I do? It felt like I felt that same slap in my face..
But i feel today that words are stronger than the physical. So I try my very best to live my life without imposing my ideas on other peoples lives. Haven't you noticed, human beings need their freedom in order to find their way? So please, let us take our own roads, then i'll let you take yours, without judging your fowl acts.

Look yourself in the mirror before you go judging other people...
Let sisters be sisters!!!!And let us screw our lives as much as we want to! ...and the rest is silence.

And the game moves on!!!

Brazil-Australia 2-0! We still got "it".

What really pisses me off is the fact that the whole world expects us to play like gods, to play samba football. Alright, i understand that the favorite teams always have the pressure of being beyond perfect, but to say that we didn't impress during this game, is very lame.
The first half was a catastrophe. Personally, the first half is always the learning process. One learns to read the oponent team. Thereafter, one learns to play around their tactics.
Now, Australia, was beyond agressive and incredibly on to our key players. Tell me, how are we to play with a bunch of big rugby men on us? Around the 20th minute Ronaldinho tried to get the ball towards the goal, but it was impossible. For a while there, no football spirit. No art, no samba..no game. That is not football, thus, making it impossible for our golden boys to shine.
On the second half, the team woke up. They knew a little better, they tried a little harder. That is the difference. That is impressive enough. Yes, Australia improved too, but in the end, our boys showed the world once again, that we still got "it" - no matter what the comentators think...
Adriano, you're the man!!!!!(note that when he made the goal Adriano and his team mates did what Bebeto did in 94 when he scored a goal - he did the baby dance, for his son who was born a few days ago..that is love!)

But on the other hand, Sweden was nominated the best supportive crowd in Germany. You didnt see that coming did you? Apparently Brazil isnt n the top 10 - that's odd, because todays match showed a 80% arena covered in green and yellow..
HEJA SVERIGE!!!!!

A prayer to the wild hearts kept in cages..

What can I say, this song crushes my heart...Makes us feel the real essence of life, brings us back to what really matters...It has affected me strongly, and everytime i play it. It is a reminder..of so many things we don't think of.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

The World cup is here, baby!

..Because the world cup has started, i feel my patriotism is merging from inside. It had been sleeping for 4 years, and now, it is roaring and in full gear.
I love everything about the World Cup. It unites, it makes us forget the differences... It's magic.

Nevertheless, I must post my favorite boy of all times. You can't not love him!!! Enjoy !!!

Check out the dance!

Alriiiiiight! It's been quite a while since i posted last, but since the weather is too nice and unusual to neglect (31.2 degrees the other day here), i will only post a little something I found extremly funny..

A "great" Shakira imitation in a Colombian "Idols"-casting..... Check out the dance!







and the rest is silence!!!!!!!!! hahahahaha...

My kitty cat rocks my world

My life wouldnt be half as fun if i didnt have this special kitty cat of ours. He came into our family when he was around 6 years old, because his owners couldnt keep him since they had moved into an apartment. Nobody wanted him because he wasnt a kitty, so they thought of putting him to sleep. But then my mom suggested we'd take him, and after he moved into to our home..our lives would never be the same again. You'd say " is only a cat, woman, get a grip" - but this cat is special. I wouldnt call him a cat, because i know for sure he wouldnt want me to call him a cat. He has tried inumerous times to go by "half cat half super human" - so i let him have the tittle.
Nisse was fat and spoiled when we got him. I found him to be an odd looking furball. He was unfriendly and gave me loads of problems.He didnt know us, so one he disappeard into the forrest during winter - and we didnt know what to do, since he had disappeared, so once when i was walking back from school i heard funny "mewwwwwwwwww moowww murrrrrr" from the forrest, so i decided to look for our cat, since i was worried. I finally found hinm under a tree full of pointy spikes, and he refused to come out, so i basically had to crawl in the snow and catch him with my bare hands. He was so nervous and inwilling to move that he scratched me so much it dig into my hands and i bled so much i thought for a moment that i was in the remake of a scary King movie... However i refused to let go, because i had spent way too many hrs crawling in the woods freezing my ass off to let this cat win the game.
Today i still have these scars on my hand, but this cat became a part of the family throughout the years, and now he is tamed and less fat (major boot camp diet). He is like a small indiana jones, he has moved around to Sthlm, Linköping etc (he moved from my parents house into my sisters inumerous apartments around Sweden) - but now he is here at home back with my parents.
He shows off when we have guests, he chases the pincett (i correct, "he used to" - not anymore, because that craves too much energy). He sits on your face without having any idea that that is not normal for a cat. He farts when he is happy and he humps a sock when he gets horny (or our hand). He is so lazy he doesnt neww anymore. All he does is open his mouth - so basically we have to guess that he is trying to say "meww". He takes about 5 min to make a decision. He walks 5 mm, stops, sits, turns around, asks to go out but when we take him out he doesnt take the final step out the door - so many stories .... Today when i was chatting on msn he came down to the office where im in and sat on my dads office table. He walked around my keyboard (yet another odd spot for a cat) and from there he jumped to the table and found a cosy warm spot...by the stampler...whatever.
Yes, he is the king, and he is also "half cat half super human" to us... So this is my small dedication to my little kitty cat....

We're gonna sip baccardi like its your birthday..

So today is my birthday. My 23d birthday. And the coolest part is that this will be the only year which will mark my birthday with 4 number 6s.
Let me explain - I was born on the 6th of june, the 6th month at 6 o'clock..and this year is 2006.
Don't worry, I am not the devil (666) - as far as I know.

I find it quite amusing, because this will be the only time it will ever be 4 6s - or who knows, maybe ill be alive in 3006, you never know how technology will develop.

It will be a nice and easy comemoration. We will BBQ and sit by the pool, looking out to the marina and enjoy the gorgeous sun, which has come back to sunkiss my skin.

I'm trying to organize a BBQ here with my corridor this saturday, let's hope they can make it, it would be a little bittersweet, because one of our dear exchange student corridor mate is leaving us soon..and that will feel very odd. That's the worse part of living in a corridor - doubtlessly.

Anyhow, my fingers ache. I have been workin in the garden all afternoon. With this in mind, I end my post here...

Until soon my friend.

One of my all time favorite songs..

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This song is very special to me. I remember listening to it in the airplane the moment I arrived in Guarulhos airport in São Paulo on December of 2002, after many years away from my loved country, my loved friends.. I was extatic and hopeful. The moment i stepped out of the airplane, I felt the warm air taking over my lungs. The smell of cement mixed with the humid smell carried by our dark green forrests, is what home smells to me. I was born again. Recountering all that I ever knew, all that I ever cared for, all that ever mattered to me, made the arduous waiting worth...
I believe that was the happiest moment of my life so far, and I'm sure the only person who can understand that exact feeling is my sister =)

..I feel sorry for the guy who sat next to me (but its ok, because he bugged me all through the trip as well), he thought i was nuts, because halfway the trip i repeated over and over "I can't believe Im going back to Brazil..i can't believe, i can't handle it. I have to jump, Im nervous, my hands are sweaty...but I am happy, because I have waited for this moment..for almost an eternity." Eternity is surely what it feels like, when you leave your country and your friends behind...


Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now you're here and you don't know why

But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't return

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say

But you'll just sit tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for

Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels who won't return

I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why
Why
I don't know

A sweet surprise on a mediocre day.

Tadaaaah! This is how the story goes:

My xuxu (xuxu is a Brazilian green vegetable, but is used as
a nickname for the ones we love), surprised me yesterday out of the blue with a treasure hunt. I had mistakenly found a note stuck to a package i had ordered by mail, which had arrived. My xuxu hinted me to take a look at my package, and I found that was odd, because why would a boyfriend be so curious about a dull package..adressed to me?! Then I had a lightbulb moment - behind the package there was a note, which would carry a small rhyme, giving hints for the next spot and so on, leading to the final surprise - a gift =) It was a lot of fun - I'm much better at solving the clues, because last summer xuxu made me a huuuge treasure hunt, which made me bike all over Uppsala, walk in the forrest when it rained, jump over picked fences, decode hidden signs on rocks, walk around the huge Cathedral (yes, THE Upsaliensis church).
Believe me when i say though, I wasn't very cheerful when i started the hunt for the first time. I was puzzled, confused, annoyed, wet, couldn't solve the clues..and yes, you know how girls get when they are grumpy when things don't go their way and their hairs are wet... It isn't a pretty sight. HOWEVER, it was the best present. Not the present itself, but the hunt... I wish i was that creative. Anyhow, this is the present I got, followed by the clues.

Thank you xuxu, I love you!!!!! You made my dê.

ps Xuxu is also known as Daniel ds

And the song of the week is...

..Kelis!
Everytime I think of Kelis "Milkshake" it reminds me of mom. Because we all know that somehow, mom's are really really awful at remembering song lyrics, and once again, somehow, mysteriously, screw up the rythm of the song with their very own impersonated version of the song. (However oh so darn charming, mom =)
For you to have an idea, my mom transformed "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and damn right, its better than yours, i can teach you, but I have to charge" to "My milkshake is sold in stores, and the boys come runnin' to it and oh yeeeee but you have to pay for it!!!!" - now try singing that. Can you get it to swing?? ;) Hehehe sorry mooooooooom, I damn love you, but this is so sweet, and I love your impersonations. I can't wait till next song!
I could easily occupy my entire blog to my moms own song impersonations...!!

Anyhow!!!
Kelis returns with her new single, “Bossy” featuring Too $hort. Her “Milkshake” brought all the boys to the yard in 2004 and now she’s back with her new album Kelis Was Here.


"I'm bossy, I'm the first girl to scream on a track I switched up the beat of the drum That's right, I brought all the boys to the yard And that's right, I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm I'm bossy, I'm the chick ya'll love to hate I'm the chick that raise the stake I told young stunner he should switch debate I'm back with an 808 'cause I'm bossy.."

Here's her lucious video...


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