Teacher's Day

I was freaking scared of organizing the school's event!
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It ended up being reaaaaaaaaaaaaally nice! Kudos to Rebecca!
(kudos to my green skirt I'll never take off... I mean it, ever again. I love it so much!)

Snapshot

I'll post more pics later on...

twirling to the sound of angels.

There is nothing on Earth that has ever struck me more than dancing to the sound of good music. I'm smitten with dancing.

This afternoon, I decided I was going to watch "Water for Elephants". I've been meaning to watch this one in a long time. Right in the beginning, when Jacob (Robert Pattinson) goes to dinner with Marlena (Reese Witherspoon) and her husband, they end up dancing to the sound of a very moving jazz song called "Don't Tell Him Anything". The way they moved during the song, their body language, their expressions, the way their chins got closer and closer with the movements made me think of how special dancing is.

Dancing for me is one of the greatest expressions of the body. It seems your sould needs to speak to someone and needs be noticed first. That is how special dancing is. It doesn't matter what rhythm you are talking about - whenever it happens, it's magical. There is synchronysm, there is coordination, there is movement, there is breathing, there is looking, attention, seduction.

Whenever you dance, it seems as though your entire body is ready to fall in love. That damn endorphine happens to your brain and makes you look more beautiful, more attractive. Not only to your eyes does it make something special. It messes up your feelings and makes you want to get closer and closer to that one who's dancing with you.

The most famous dancers in the world usually say that dancing is more real if you look deep into your partner's eyes. And for me, that's when the whole magic happens. That look - right into your soul - tells you everything you need to know. Tells your where to go next, that you are safe, that you're going nowhere than his arms. And then, the touch comes and says: "you're mine, don't you worry...". That touch is amazing and scary at the same time. It embraces you and takes you to a magical world where the surroundings are all blurry. It makes you twirl in the most gracious way. However, one of the most special things dancing does to you is, even though you are currently sent away, the steps always pull you back - to the same embrace, to the magical sound of music, to the same touch and to the profoundness of the same eyes.

Dancing for me is like falling in love, only with more seduction. It is having someone for yourself for infinite two minutes of a balad. It is having endorphine rushing up your blood to your brains, just like after a night of love making. It's letting your soul do the flirting with the audience, moving like the most beautiful figures you have ever seen. It is making you have the love or feel the love for a brief long time. It is passion, seduction and heart.

And there is nothing like dancing some jazz...

Prayers.

Dad got worse. I can't explain how I feel right now.

Kinda like throwing up the food I didn't eat today.
Not like sleeping at all.
Scared. to lose. him.
Alone.
Hopeless. (and I shouldn't say that!)

But I pray. I pray to the Lord, with all His mercy that my dad comes back home. renewed.
I pray that God protects him in that hospital and that he is gonna be FINE.

Dad, I love you.

Please, come back to me. I can't do without you.

Eclipse of sadness.

' i think what i've figured out is this: everything passes. and sadness does not negate happiness--it sometimes eclipses it, sometimes not. the two can live side-by-side. they can co-exist. there is a sadness in me this morning, as i write this, but that is not to say i'm not happy.' (the wild and wily ways of a brunette bombshell, mind reading it)


Ever since I started reading this girl Meg's blog I cannot do anything but relate to her. I read every single post and it seems she's writing exactly what I feel/'m feeling. 


This weeks has been the hardest and as she mentioned on the post above, sadness does not negate happiness, it just eclipses it. What I potentially want to believe is that she's got a point and that things will turn out just fine. My dad being sick has turned my life upside down and I can't seem to do anything else but think about the possibility of losing him. It's killing me. 


Thanks Meg for writing things that shred a bit of light at the end of the tunnel for me.  I really appreciate it.


Rebecca

Hair - my (un)decided issue.

I get tired of how I look like very often. And by 'very often'  I mean almost every day. - Just so you know, I blame all the blogs I read and more recently Pinterest... 

Anyway, early this year I was really happy with my hair and the way it looked like.. I was living in Calgary so it looked perfect 24/7, after all, humidity was not a problem! I remember getting a haircut this one specific day and having to put up with a very (VERY) rude Japanese (she could also be Korean or Chinese, I'll never know) hairstylist who told me my haircut was very old-fashioned, it looked HORRIBLE and that I should never have had that straightening thing done to my hair. Okay. I listen to every single word she said, and guess what? She gave me this amazing haircut and the nicest bangs ever. My hair was long after a loooooong time and I was loving it. So braids were my favorite thing in the world. I learned how to braid my hair in the most different styles and I remember people saying I looked good!

Then, back to SCORCHING Brazil, I realized long hair was no longer an option, once I couldn't wear it loose. I was always on a ponytail or wearing a messy bun... and got super tired of it. And then, this one day I was walking along one very long avenue. It was something about +40 degrees and I decided I need a haircut to go through the summer in my city. There was no other option. That's when my beautiful (kinda)long hair was gone. I went for a short bob. It looked unbelievably neat, beautiful and yet PRACTICAL. There was no temperature rise to make me feel uncomfortable.

Now, I'm thinking about the color. I've been blonde for quite a while and I'm kinda tired of it. They say blonds have fun, well... I kinda did (haha) and now I'm thinking I'm gonna go red. Let's see what you all think.

The looks on this post served as inspiration for me when I thought about changing. And the last one is for future inspiration!

Have a good Monday!

:D

weekly update.

* So, Dad is still in the hospital. I can't put into words the way I'm feeling right now. all I can say is I'd trade places with him so I could be there.. going through all the pain rather than having to see my beloved daddy that vulnerable. Spent the weekend with him. Didn't get any sleep and I feel like 100 trucks had run over me. To top it all, it's father's day in Brazil. It was the saddest father's day ever. I'm pretty sure he'll be fine in no time, though. All my prayers to my dad.

* You know when you don't feel like having fun, like going out.. that's exactly how I've been feeling lately.

* On Thursday I went out with Clauder. It was a very nice and pleasant evening. We finally had the chance to talk, to drink some beer (a horrible one, btw) and to dance some samba. One of these week's highlights.

*  On Friday I went to my friend Rabeca's Baby Shower. I'm so excited we're soon getting to know Cecília! Oh, and it was a double baby shower. My great friend Arielli, who is anxiously waiting for Pedro to arrive, was also there to party! It was a fun evening, and even though I was reaally tired, I enjoyed every minute of it. I also got the chance to see my friends - I was really happy to see Will.. after a lonnnng, long time! and we got to take the pics on this post.

* Now I'm home and I'll try to get some sleep. Have a good week y'all.

random thoughts.

* Yesterday I started teaching again. It was CRAZY. I hate teaching at 8am. It's insane... hate waking up early in the morning, going to work in a hell of  a traffic and getting there to 8 teenagers who are there b/c their parents want them to. poor things.

* Never thought working two jobs would be THAT insane. Must say I  love my new one. Please, don't tell anyone.

* Last night I got home, decided to lie down for, say, 5 minutes while I talked to my mom... guess what? in 2 minutes I was out like light and mom was talking to herself. I was so tired I remember waking up at one point with mom telling me to change into my pj's because I was still wearing my work clothes (ewww). Don't get me wrong, I do shower and change into comfy clothes when I get home..

* There is not a single day I don't think about Lawrence. Simple things catch my attention and I can't help but think about him and how close we were. I really miss him. It's like someone took part of my life from me. damn, you law, why did you have to go like that?

* I gotta run. Pretty late already.. still have to fix my hair - it looks terrible today. I'll leave you with one of my favorite bands. One I got to know when I was in Calgary (and had the pleasure of seeing them in concert): Tequila Mockingbird Orchestra! (Oh, how I miss Calgary these days....)