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Thursday, January 26, 2006
1. Were you named after anyone? Yes, after a character from “As Pupilas do Senhor Reitor”.2. When did you last cry? A few months ago.3. Do you like your handwriting? I hate it.4. What is your most embarrassing CD? It’s in vinyl: Modern Talking.5. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with yourself? No. I would probably think I was rude and abrupt.6. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? Of course.7. Do looks matter? Sometimes.8. Where is your second home? Up North.
9. What was your favourite toy as a child? Toy fire engine.10. What class in high school do you think was totally useless? It was called “Public Relations”11. Your nicknames? Hippo; Conan; Pincepe; Ashitaka.12. Would you bungee jump? I already have.
13. Things you like that may put people off? Hardcore porn; Religious music; Middle Eastern and Far Eastern cinema.14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Depends on the shoes.15. What's your favourite ice cream flavour? Hazelnut.16. Shoe Size? 9.17. What is your least favourite thing about yourself? So many things…18. Who do you miss most? My grandfather (my father’s father).19. What colour underwear are you wearing? Black.20. What are you listening to right now? Radiohead.
21. Last thing you ate today? Pineapple meringue pie.22. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Magenta.
23. Last person you talked to on the phone? A client.
24. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their arse.
25. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Nobody sent it. I stole it from the Internet and adapted a little.
26. Favourite Drink? Wine.
27. Favourite Sport? Running.
28. Name of Pet? I don’t like pets.
29. Your goal for this year? Run a marathon.
30. Summer Or Winter? Winter.
31. Hugs or Kisses? Both.
32. What Book Are You Reading? "Girl in Winter" Philip Larkin.
33. What's On Your Mouse Pad? I use the touchpad of my notebook.
34. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? “Lost”
35. Favourite Smells? Cake baking in the oven; wine; maresia; sex.
36. What's the farthest you've been from home? New Zealand.37. What is your favourite kind of jam? I prefer honey.
38. What do you believe will happen to you when you die? I will be buried.
39. What was your childhood dream? Be a fireman.
40. When did you last say "I love you” and not mean it? Never.41. Pickles or Biscuits? Oooh, tough one. Biscuits.
42. Do you think you take after either or both of your parents, and if so, in what ways?Positive traits from my father – always seeing the best in people and not judging them; always thinking of the context of things; optimism.
Negative traits from my father – constant need of attention; sulking.
Positive traits from my mother – generosity.
Negative traits from my mother – fear of confrontation. 43. What annual event marks time for you? The Oscars.
44. What is your favourite garment of all time? My black Gucci boots.45. Leather or fabric sofa? Leather.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Para quem "não está a ver" as mini meias são umas meias de vidro que ficam abaixo do joelho. Espero não soar demasiado chauvinista quando digo que são uma cena muito pindérica. Eis que há uns dias vi um homem a usar mini meias. Estava eu no autocarro e o cidadão sentado à minha frente arregaça as meias. Reparo que o topo das meias (pretas) está muito mais em baixo em relação ao local onde o cidadão puxava pelas meias. E então percebi: usava mini meia por baixo das meias (normais). Trippy.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
(thought I had already posted this)Christmas was very different this year. After spending the last three years running around (Christmas Eve with one family and Christmas Day with the other family 300 kilometres away) this year was more relaxed affair. In the end I felt as if I had two (and a half) xmases.1. Christmas proper was in Lisbon with the other family. I made a typical dessert (from my family) called Mexidos and took it all events - Christmas Eve, Christmas lunch and Christmas supper - with very mixed (stupid pun, I know) reviews. Made it feel a little bit like my Christmas. I think I will be more ambitious and cook more stuff in two years time. Obviously Baby Seb was the star and centre of all attention. I think I must have opened more than 40 presents for him. Strange that he is not able (only 6 months old) to understand what is going on. All in all I rather enjoyed it, even though it is always a bit harrowing.2. Christmas with my family was over the New Year. Only the immediate family was there and it was fantastic. It was especially good to see my mother relaxed. Over Christmas she is usually tired and nervous and anxious. My sister and I cooked everything (with spouses in tow doing menial work). Made Coq au Vin and Duck à L'Orange and Trifle and drank fantastic wines and ate way too much dessert.3. Our traditional Christmas dinner for friends in Lisbon turned into a Dia dos Reis luncheon. My sister and I made a turkey each (for 18 people) and eggnog.Must remove decorations this weekend.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
It's been a while since I have written. I cannot quite put my finger on it: sometimes I am gushing with things to say; sometimes I seem to be empty. Anyways me back. New year, same old, same old. Still in dire financial straits. Paid most of my debts, though, so I feel as if I have been granted a reprieve.After rejection from London, I have enrolled in the Lisbon MARATHON. April 16. My training has started in earnest (running 6 times a week with a fortnightly increasingly longer run). Result: I am famished 24 hours a day! Even when I wake up in the middle of the night (well, roll out of bed, not quite sure if I am awake) to feed the little cookie monster (aka "o Morgadinho") I sometimes grab a bite from the fridge.Strangely enough, I am brimming with energy. However, I am in moderate pain (muscles) most of the time. Definitely adds an edge to sex.The most unexpected aspect of the training has been the time it takes. I can't seem to arrive at the office before 10 a.m. Not a problem now (not a lot of work at the moment) but will most probably become one in the near future.