Brazil 101: Round Six

Conversation with H. continued:
H: "So how about you? How is your love life?"
Um... nonexistent!? What a conversation to have on a bus, right!?
Me: "Nothing new.... only maybe that... I have sworn of Brazilians forever." Except of course if I ever go to Brazil, then I will make an exception.
H. smiles: "And why's that?"
Me (actually I thought I was very careful on how to phrase this, so it didn't go over the wrong way... did that ever work out... not): "In my experience, with Brazilians you get too short everything."
Jup, I actually said that, on a bus no less. ... And I was wondering why that sweet old men a few rows in front was smiling at me all of a sudden...
What I meant was: You get a too short start up phase for relationships (namely none), a too short relationship (nothing serious, so to say) and too short sex (Waaaaay to short! If it lasted two minutes I would be surprised. I would like to think I made him so hot he couldn't hold back, but rolling over and going to sleep after: So cliché. Totally left me hanging there.)
H.: "You just haven't had sex with the right Brazilian yet."
Me: shrug. I am not going there again. Three tries are more than enough, though I haven't had sex with all of them. I can only imagine how disappointing that would have turned out to be, after the other experiences I've made with them.
Only later when I was waiting for a meeting with my professor did I realize that what I said could be understood quite differently. I was totally embarrassed thinking that everyone probably thought I was talking about Brazilians having too short penises. Yes, I figured out why that man was smiling to funny.
While that was definitely not my message, I surely cannot deny it either.
Conclusion: So not worth the trouble they cause! 

Bye bye Mr. Brazil. Maybe I should start learning Spanish next!?

Forplay

Just now there was this guy at the supermarket and his shirt said: forplay.
Now what is that supposed to tell a girl? Did they mean for play?
They should really just say what they mean, because what I read first wasn't for play it was foreplay. So I was standing there in the queue in the supermarket, buying my innocent little smoothy and there is this boy with a shirt that says forplay. Really, I couldn't keep the giant grin spreading across my face. Was that guy truly advertising foreplay. I desperately wanted to confront him about it, but for once I managed to keep my mouth shut. Well, except for the grinning. But then, who wants to have that kind of conversation with a fifteen year old? Had he been a few years older and a tat more handsome, I would have had a lot of fun asking him if he was advertising himself. Not with a teenage boy though. I wold have felt creepy, no matter how much fun it would have been to see his face. So I just stood there smiling and shaking my head with people looking at me funny, as they often do when I smile to myself.
 How anyone would ever print something like that on a t-shirt is beyond me. Not that the thought of someone calling their company foreplay isn't totally delighting. Maybe I should print one for myself! If only I wasn't afraid it would send out the wrong message. I am just not that easy.

Manchester... Here I Come

It's done! I booked my flight to Manchester and even though it's for just a few days I already can't wait to go! England, here I come... again. My only wish would be for Manchester to be a little closer to the South-West-Coast Trail. Now that would truly make me one happy camper! Since it is unlikely that the tectonic plate movement will make this happen anytime during the next week (or millennia) however, I will just have to cope. There seem to be some nice hiking trails near Manchester I could try though. If I actually do any hiking at all has yet to be decided though. All trails that would be a definite go are way to far from Manchester, so I will leave it up to the moment and to the all deciding factor: my mood. Since in Great Britain it is always a good idea to be prepared for any sort of weather (much like New Zealand I might add) there won't be much of a problem with clothes at least. My friend says its raining non-stop there these days. Not that I mind rain. It's just weather after all. Though.... I wouldn't mind if there was no rain left to come down on me... at all. But who am I kidding? It's England! Is there a country in Europe that has a higher precipitation?

Brazil 101: Round Five

It's over. Vorbei. Acabou (if you can trust google translate)! Finally I have sworn off Brazilian men forever and even though they might not believe me, I am completely, utterly serious. Now I can honestly say: Been there, done that (pun intended), ... not good enough for me.

Just imagine them to be Brazilians.

Sounds a little cruel, I know, but this is so not going to be one of those 'it's not you, it's me' things. Because, of course, it's totally them. Or maybe it's a mutual thing? Anyways, it's probably because I am finally out of the rebound and all fun phase and am now looking for something a little (or a lot, depending on my mood) more serious. With that I mean something that is not just a funny little game to be played every once in a while and more of the regular variety. All that is left is finding the guy to go with my new attitude. If only it were so easy to find Mr-Right! Mr-Right-Now you can find around every corner. Mr-Right? Not so much.
In any case, there is one thing left I want to share with you regarding my Brazilian 'adventure'. A few weeks ago I asked one of my Brazilian friends (male, of course) to go for a drink with me. He said he couldn't because he was visiting his girlfriend ...To say I was surprised is SUCH an understatement. I mean puh-lease! Brazilians and a serious relationship? I think the word relationship doesn't even exist in Portuguese. Or if it does, it most certainly does not hold the same meaning as in most other languages. As a result I was, of course, positively surprised to even hear him say the word girlfriend!
Due to fate (or bad luck maybe) I then met said friend on the bus the following Monday. As always curious and butting my head into business that isn't actually my own, I just had to confront him. So, with a wide smile on my face I playfully punched his arm and said: "Hey H., since when do you have a girlfriend? It totally cannot be that long, since you tried to pick up that girl at the party."
At that point I was sure they had been dating for two weeks at the most.
H.: "What party?"
Me: "You know, the one with the live band we went to last month."
H.: "I never tried to pick up a girl there."
Me: "Sure you did! Remember! The one with the dark hair. You even asked me whether she had a boyfriend."
H. (trying to look innocent and failing miserably): "I never tried to hit on anyone! I was already with my girlfriend at the time. I have been with her for over 6 months."
Me: "Oh wow, then I never said anything."

What I learned that day:
1. Men have a very selective memory.
and
2. Brazilians are not to be trusted. At least not when you're dating them.

Now the remaining question is: Are Brazilian girls the same way? Are they completely clueless? Or do they just chose to ignore it? My vote goes to one and three. To know for sure I would have to ask one and maybe one day I will. As for me: I am through with Brazilians...

Vacation Time!

I might just have two or three weeks of free time before the new semester starts after all. Now naturally the question arises: What to do? I thought about going somewhere new for once, but damn, it is difficult to find something that is:
a) cheap
b) awesome
c) CHEAP goddamn it!

A friend of mine is flying to India soon to visit his family, so I thought about going there, but I really don't want to go alone. Right now I am still waiting for him to answer my message. Maybe he goes when I am free. If I am free that is. That way we could go together. Another option would be Thailand, which is probably an awesome country to visit. I mean they have nice weather and beautiful beaches. And elephants! But then I sort of promised my sister I would go with her someday. Not that she is ever going to make good on her promise, busy as she is going on holiday with her boyfriend. So maybe I will go anyway. Only again: going alone? I don't know. Usually I don't mind traveling on my own but those are countries with a completely different culture and I really don't speak Thai, so communication could get hard. I guess we'll see.
But a place like this would definitely be nice!

found this on pinterest.com

Okay, so it looks a little more like French Polynesia, which I admit is way to boring for me. It seems awesome though and that is so my hammock!
Ahhhh I'm so excited. Now let's just hope that I have the time ... and the money ... and that my boss gives me time off. 

One of those moments

Losing someone you love is one of the hardest things we have to deal with in life. When my dad died of cancer over three years ago it was by far the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. Quite frankly it was hell to watch the man he was disappear a little more every single day. Not one day passes I don't think about him. Not one day passes where I don't miss him.
Some days though are harder than others. Yesterday I thought about calling my family with news on what I've been up to lately. In that moment I actually though: 'I should call dad and let him know about this and that. He would so love that story.'
For that one second I totally forgot that he was gone, only to realize the next that I will never get to call or tell him anything ever again.
Those times are the worst. It's like losing him all over again.

To Know or Not to Know

The information you come across while more or less randomly surfing the internet can be so gruesome. Sometimes I just can't believe what I find. Some people should try reading a book once in a while instead of posting stuff they obviously have no clue about. I just googled albino fox pictures because I have never actually seen an albino fox and I wanted to know what they looked like. I tried it first with the German term and what I got was sad, sad, sad. Maybe there are not many albino foxes in this world but please people, everyone who had biology in school should know that not every white animal is albino. And a white horse, albino or not, is no fox. Since I was so disappointed in this search I thought maybe I would have better luck with the English term but no. What I came up with were many pictures of arctic foxes. While white and furry and cute, again: arctic foxes are not albinos. Nuhu! And everyone who believes they are should try googleing albinism or open a biology textbook on genetics. 
Now I still haven't seen an albino fox and have to go to bed wondering what it might look like. Just shows that even if you know what you are looking for, it does not mean you will find it. 

Fairytale gone bad? - Not so much

If only life where a fairytale and all men were like Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Caribean my life would be a happy place. We would live on a rainbow and at the end instead of gold we would find endless fields of milk and Oreo's. Milk and Oreo's because you don't really need gold, just food in order to survive. I am a practical sort of girl that way.

From Tasty Paintings: http://tastypaintings.blogspot.de/2011/04/cupcakes-creativity-art.html

If life was a fairytale I would not have to get up at 8 am on a Saturday morning after only two hours of sleep.

If life was a fairytale, my fairytale, everyone I loved would always be close to me. Of course I would also have a cute little white winged pony called Tinkerbelle and I would never have to clean up after him. 

Heck if life was a fairytale I would have my very own fairy godmother, who would love me so much, that she would grand any wish I had.

While my life is obviously no fairytale (there is no one fulfilling my wishes with magic wands and a pony, winged or otherwise is pretty much out of the question; even Oreo’s are taboo because I forbade myself from eating bought sweets), there are some occasions that make you wonder. Moments in which a person you have never had much to do with takes the time at 3 am to listen your troubles and actually goes through the effort to find a plausible solution with you even though they don't have to. It's when someone you barely know gives you a hug just because you need one right now. It's also a friend who, when you are alone on the street at 4.30 am and are afraid of walking the darkest part of your road on your own, suddenly shows up out of nowhere to walk with you, especially if you don't want to be alone right then.

It's moments like this that sometimes make me believe that maybe my life could be a fairytale after all.