Posts Tagged ‘Edilson Nascimento’

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in the dark.

August 26, 2009

So it’s 9:25pm and about 10 minutes ago, I just woke up.  I must have fallen asleep after going for a quick lie down on my bed, imagining drifting away in the arms of Edilson Nascimento and cuddling my teddy bear.  I was pretty tired after a day at work where I actually had Things To Do (though that was because I was helping out one of my colleagues who got yelled at by a senior person).  So I got home, had a pizza for my dinner, watched Come Dine With Me (the people on that show deserve a good slap, they are so narcissistic and possibly insane!) and The Simpsons, and then went to my bed for a lie down.

That is exactly what I did.  15 minutes ago, I woke up, my feet a little cold (I was lying on top of the bed, rather than in it), in pitch black darkness.  My immediate thought was “What time is it?”  I was convinced that it must be tomorrow morning, and that the sounds of the television downstairs were my mother watching a programme as she put her make-up on (her morning ritual).  It was dark, so I guess it would have been 5:30-6am (my mother gets up at 5am on a morning when she has work).  But my instinct just said that it was the morning.  I was then a muddle of thoughts which included:

  • Why can’t I remember what I was dreaming about? (Have my vivid escapade-dreams come to an end? I know I dreamed something but can’t remember what)
  • Do I have to get up yet? (I think this every morning also.  And if it’s past 9:30, I feel guilty that I haven’t gotten out of bed)
  • I haven’t written on my blog! (ah, the dedication)
  • Did my nan call? I need to speak to her! (She is off to Italy tomorrow, my uncle is picking her up at 1:30 pm.  I speak to her every night between 9:30 and 10pm because that is what we have always done, and if she called then my parents don’t usually pick up the phone, because I am the house receptionist.  If I was asleep, I could not be the receptionist, so I might not have been able to speak to her before she left for Italy… though I would likely have lunch before 1:30 tomorrow.  But it still made me anxious).

I turned on the light and the clock said 9:15pm.  I was like “What? It’s still today?!?”  Disappointed that I had to go to sleep all over again (if I ever GET to sleep.  Early nights do not agree with me, and nor does fucking with my sleep pattern), I was nevertheless relieved because I could have a shower without having to rush tomorrow morning, and I was able to speak to my nan at our usual time without disturbing her or missing her call.  So all is fine, and now I am still in the dilemma of trying to avoid a snack before I go to sleep (something I would have nicely sidestepped if I had fallen asleep until tomorrow morning!).

Curiously, I still feel quite groggy, even after having a shower (which should have refreshed me / rewoke me somewhat), so I’m just lying on my bed (sans Edilson) watching the Angry Video Game Nerd on youtube, and contemplating whether I can be bothered to get Beauty and the Beast from downstairs, and if I do this, whether I will avoid eating a Mars Delight which is actually calling to me from the cupboard downstairs.  Its voice is loud and insistent.  Help me resist!  God knows what time I will finally get to sleep for real, I probably will end up eating something :S Urgh, frustration!  A note for the future: don’t fuck with my sleep, or I will not be happy.  Hmph.

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eu te amo Brasil!

August 20, 2009

I’m feeling lazy tonight, and going through my old Skunk Anansie records is like rediscovering a world I knew, then buried and forgot about.  So I thought I would do a bit of a picture blog and rhapsodise about a country I am dying to visit: Brazil.  I am an avid follower of Made In Brazil which gives me all the fashion, music, modelling and current affairs news related to the country that I might ever need.  Why do I have such affection for Brazil?  Well, I am sure part of it is the animated go-go party scene, the sensuality of the beaches (the fact the weather there appears to be so perfect and tropical highlights all the more the relative misery of the UK skies), the exciting baile funk scene which sounds like nothing else.  Its religious, musical and sporting heritage are something I am dying to sample. But let’s be real.  Brazil hosts a lot of fashion shows, by all the top designers: you name them, they’ve got a catwalk set up there.  And therefore, they’ve got a lot of models.  Hot, male models. Supermodels. Hot.  Really, I can’t stress this enough – just hot. I wanted to express my admiration for these guys, their physiques are amazing (bodies I dream of having, as my own and also beside me) and their beauty is pretty much unparalleled.  Be prepared to drool. 😉

Renato Ferreira

Renato Ferreira & Bernardo Velasco

Jesus Luz

Bernardo Velasco

Evandro Soldati

Edilson Nascimento

and last but not least… my future husband:

Rafael Verga

rafael collage sig

… *wipes self down* I will have to try to be lazy more often.  I love you Brazil!!!

and you’re welcome. 😉