Last post of 2005...

Yeah man... last post of 2005, alright.
Another year past like The Flash and I'm facing 28 in less than two months...
Maaaan that's hard...

I remember my last New Year's at Lula's, drinking all the way through the next day, having started at 5pm. Drinking that motherfucker Polar, alright. And Bohemia. I miss those bitches.
I remember working afternoons, having trouble waking up early to work at 9am twice a week and complaining about this. I remember smoking a lot of cigarettes with Junior and drinking lots of coffee, preparing classes and researching. I remember being afraid of being sent back home in immigration. I remember being afraid of coming to London. I remember being afraid.

I remember the countless beers at Frango, the churras at Lula's, my computer, my bedroom in Brazil. My posters. My balcony. The bats.
I remember getting 77 to Cidade Baixa, getting T5 to work, getting wasted whenever I could.
I remember Sao Paulo, Fabricio's apartament, Paulista Ave., Vila Madalena, Sujinho. I remember his Mac in "my" bedroom over there, drinking a beer and writing in my blog, awaiting the moment to board on that fucking Air France flight.
I remember the Colombian guy sitting next to me and not speaking any English, French or Portuguese. He was afraid and so was I.

I remeber walking on Brixton Road for the first time and not finding HSBC, even thought I had asked some guy for directions. I remember not understanding people - well, that's still happening,alright.
I remember my first job here. El Panzon, Mexican food. Hard work, hard core people.
I remember first day at the English school.
The first day at the hotel.
The first day at Silvio's.

The first Tube! The first impression of Oxford Circus!
The first impression of Big Ben and London Eye!
The first pub.
The first double-decker.

I remember the first Foo Fighters gig!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And Duran Duran!!!
Foo Fighters...

I remember Ronaldo here with me!
PARIS! JIM MORRISON! Eiffel Tower! Louvre!
I remember missing my friends. No, wait. This is something still ongoing...
Always...

Last post of 2005. Lots happend. Lots still to come, hopefully.
'I'm not not scared, I pass the boats and the Kingdome...' - Foo Fighters, New Way Home.
See you guys next year.

And it snowed

It was my day off work. I wasn't supposed to wake up before noon and I was enjoying my so deserved lie-in. But suddenly, at 9:30am, Paula opens up the door and yells 'it's snowing!!! wake up!!!' I jumped out of bed and opened the curtains. It was snowing, alright. For the first time in my whole life I got to see snow. Not snow on TV. Not 'frozen rain' like they like to call in Brazil - yeah, but what do they know? -. Real fucking snow.
I got the camera and took a few pics.











Of course I couldn't go back to sleep. I kept looking through the window, but it only lasted ten minutes. I took a shower and after tried to figure out how to install iPod's software in my computer, since Paula got the video iPod and I was able to say good-bye to iLoca.
Computers are a bitch. Hate them, but can't live without them either. Ethan helped me out with the installation, but I couldn't finish before going out.
I had to exchange my present from Patricia, she'd given me a The Doors DVD which I already had. I went to the store but there was nothing worth exchanging, I was considering a five-pound refund when I saw 'Dazed and Confused' DVD. That's certainly a keeper so went on to my second task: buy a CPE book at Waterstone's. It's sale time in London so I thought I would have some kind of discount on EFL books. I was wrong, it cost me 30 pounds. What a bitch...
Then I went to HMV to see some offers. The store was packed, as was Oxford St. Thousands of people desperately trying to get the best deal, the best discount, the best clothes. I got really irritated.
I bought Kill Bill Vols. 1 and 2, Foo Fighters' single 'Resolve' and Gorillaz' single 'Feel Good Inc'. Good prices, altogheter less than 20 pounds.

I left HMV dying for some coffee. I was freezing outside and I went to Starbuck's to buy some coffee. I was dying for a cigarette as well, so I sat outside drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette and taking a look at my CPE book. Then I suddenly saw that the pages had something white on it. Yep, it was snow alright. Again.

I went home, met Paula and Ethan and we went to Clapham to have a few pints. I had a shot of tequila myself. I was good, warmed me up. When I went to the counter to ask for two Guinness and a lagger with lemon top, two guys next to me started laughing... I'm pretty sure they were laughing at me becuase they stopped talking when I started to talk. It was wierd and not good for the self-esteem.
We ended up at Bodean's eating a massive burger.
Oh, and before going to Bodean's, it snowed. Again.

Jingle all the fuckin' way

Xmas is officially gone. All the advertisement, all the decoration, all the lights in the streets for one fucking day (night) and that's it: we drink, drink, drink, eat, open the presents - if any - drink some more, start saying shit, embarress ourselves in front of others, weep, go to sleep miserable and wake up the next day with a massive hangover. That's Xmas, alright.

We had guests at home: my cousin and her friend Fernanda and Paula's friend Cassandra. It was fun. I got presents (a book, membership for the local cinema, four apointments in a hair salon and a DVD). Lots of booze. Not beer. Vodca and Red Bull.
I needed something stronger because I'd worked for ten hours before going home that day and I would've fell asleep if I hadn't drunk that shit.
But then at certain point, at the end of the night when everybody had already gone to bed, Paula and I started talking and the subjects weren't the most fun. As I said, Xmas...

The next day we did nothing. Played some games, watched 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off', ate the left overs...

I was supposed to work Boxing Day. And I did, of course. At midday my eight-hour shift started and I worked the kitchen the whole time. Thank God... It was busy as hell and I wouldn't have been able to work the coffee machine. I couldn't think at all, I wanted something mechanical. Man, I must have washed 100 machines... Take the cups out and put the dishes on, on and on, until 8pm. And collecting plates, and sweeping floors and taking the trash out and washing up... Ricardo was there working with us, which was pretty cool, so the atmosphere was fun. But at 4pm all Brazilians in the kitchen left and it was only me, another girl (I don't know her name, Ana or Andreia) and Rafal, the Polish guy. At the end is a bitch because you've gotta start cleaning everything up and keep on serving costumers. My last dish I washed at 8:15pm and we're supposed to leave the place at 8pm. And of course, all the Easter Europeans never give anybody a hand... They keep saying 'you've gotta work faster'... How about helping me out and shutting the fuck up? That would have been wonderful... What's the matter with those people? If I see somebody struggling, almost in desperation, to finish everything up to be able to go home I wouldn't think twice and give them a hand. But hey, that's me.

When I left almost all the stores were closed and there was no Jubilee Line (and there won't be until Dec 31), so I would either have to take Central line up to Oxford Circus and take the train to Brixton from there or fuckin' walk to Oxford Circus and get the fucking tube. I chose the latter. I went to a McDonald's and had some fries and a cheeseburger and came home, after waiting for almost ten minutes for the tube. Still in Sunday schedule, so...

Another Xmas, jingling the bells all the fucking way.

The Holidays

It's my first Holiday away from Brazil. In the cold - but nope, looks like we won't have White Xmas - different place. One more year's gone. It seems like it's going faster every year. Well, everybody's getting old so I guess that's why.

I worked a lot today. A lot. Physical. Kitchen. Dishes. Bathroom. Mopping. Garbage cans. Tomorrow is a ten-hour shift. We all left the cafe at 8:20pm. I topped up my mobile (5 pounds only). Listened to my messages, nothing important. I took the Jubilee line to Green Park, as usual, and once there there was no Victoria line service from Warren St to Brixton. Goddamn it...
As I was waiting for the bus 159 at Piccadilly Circus, I looked around and watched people coming and going. People at the bus stop. You could tell the ones who'd been working from the ones who'd been shopping. The hard workers looked miserable, tired, carrying bagpacks with their uniforms. The others were carrying countless shop bags, smiling and talking on their mobiles. There was this club in front of the bus stop, it was on the first floor and there were lots of people drinking and looking through the window at the miserable and tired ones. The difference is incredible.
It's all about shopping here. People going crazy and running on the street to get to the next store. I can't imagine Boxing Day. I don't wanna think about it until Sunday. It's gonna be mad...

Of course my bus wouldn't come so I got bus 3 until Brixton Stn. I was thinking that this was also my first Xmas and New Year's that I'm working. Everywhere I've previously worked closed for the Holidays, but not now. People need their food and coffee.
I started thinking about the places I used to go in Porto Alegre in Xmas Day, not carrying about the waiters who were working. I mean, of course I was sorry for them, but the thought would disappear with the first sip of the cold beer. Now I can really understand how they were feeling, not being able to spend some time with their families and friends. But I guess that's the way things are, right? The less fortunate have to work for the ones who can afford their food and drinks.

No New Year's booze for me this year. I have to work on the first day of 2006, at 7:30am. Until 6pm.

DURAN DURAN DEC 21

Twenty years after and there I was, watching Duran Duran...
Of course, once again, they never play all songs you were expecting, but it was amazing anyway.
And, once again, pictures aren't the best, but you can have and idea.

Nice and busy

Yep, nice and busy, alright.
Getting a job in a cafe near the end of the year is something that for sure you'll have a lot of action... When you're behind the counter and look at all those thirsty people coming and wanting coffee... Coffee. They DO LOVE their coffee, alright.

I know it's gonna be my second week, but I still forget a few things. Everybody told me that in the beginning is like this, but that's why this time of the year is not the best one to get a job in a cafe, especially if the cafe is across from Selfridge's, the biggest and most popular department store here. Well, maybe Harrods is the most popular, but it's not on Oxford St.

Anyway, it's been way better than the hotel. Silvio had a little chat with me about the coffee I was making, of course I was making it wrong, but I blamed it on the people at the hotel "who taught me to make coffee like this..." He was very nice, he's a nice guy.
Today was all about physical work. I cleaned the coffee machine, two counters, the bathroom - that's right, the bathroom - and mopped the whole place. And making coffee and working the till and reloading the fridge... non-stop, dude.

My weekend was great. Starting with the Foos on Saturday, as you already know, and on Sunday I got a call from Tiago and went over his place. He moved from the apartment and he's now living in Zone 3 in Dollis Hill, but the guys from the Tube over there don't mind and leave the gate open, so I didn't have to pay the difference between the zones. The house is great, it has a garden and it's big. He lives with four or five other people, I met some of them that day.
We had dinner and Tiago managed to burn himself with oil, but it wasn't so hot so it ended up ok. We drank a lot. I'd been drinking since Thursday, so when we went to the pub before going to his place I only had one pint. We went to a market and bought some frankfurters and beeeerrrr. Twelve cans of Sssstela. As I always say, after the first one if you don't puke you keep drinking until you fall. That wasn't the case, of course, 'cause I had to go home before 11:30pm.

Tiago walked me to the station and I got the Jubilee line to Green Park. Nine stations. But once there, there was NO Victoria line service... So I had to take two buses to go home, one to Piccadilly and another one home. But it was kinda fast, I arrived home at about 1am.
I couldn't sleep, of course, but only drank one last pint before going to bed.

I haven't been able to sleep since the Foo Fighters concert. I just want to listen to their last CD 'In Your Honour'.
And before going to work, I do my little ball every morning...

FOO FIGHTERS DEC 17

I still don't believe that I went to Foo Fighters gig last night. I was talking to Ethan and I realized that the Foos are my favorite band alive and that I was about to see them in a few hours. I was going by myself, which can be not that cool. It's always nice to have someone with you to scream and dance and not be embarressed on your own. My seat wasn't the best one (block 22 on the right-hand side).



I got to Earl's Court at about 8pm, the tube station is right in front of it, can't miss it. I entered the place and went to buy a beer (3.50 pounds, that was the first and last beer for two hours) and smoke a cigarette before going to my seat. Row E, seat 9. I think the seats are worst than Gigantinho. You don't have space to put your things and stand at the same time.
I was waiting for the Foos to come and then two guys sat behind me, they were wasted, of course. One of them - both were ugly - spilt beer on me, all over my seat and my back. I just said 'No worries' because I didn't want to make things worse. There was a couple sitting to my left and the girl offered me some paper tissue, very nice of her. The other couple to my right (yes, aparently I was on my own being on my own, even the two fuckers behind me had each other to make fool of themselves) was also good gig-people, you know, the ones who go to see the concert and not to disturb others.
But not having somebody to talk to was a bitch.

Once again I was awaiting... awaiting the Foos!

I decided to bring Paula's camera with me, hoping that at this time I would take better pictures than Fanz Ferdinad's gig. I was way wrong, man... Not only were the pics worse, but I also ran out of battery after finding out how to record little movies. I was able to record almost the whole of 'Big Me' and when Dave Grohl was talking to the people, but other songs like 'Generator' or 'Learn to Fly' will have to wait for the next gig.
This pic was taken in the first song, 'In Your Honour'.



One of the best shots I got, not perfect, but you can see the guys.



And another one, where you can see Dave and Taylor on the screen on the upper left-hand side. And I have to mentio the great 'swictharoo' that happened, when Taylor sang 'Cold Day in the Sun' - which is AWESOME, btw - and Dave played the drums. No battery left for this moment, something that I'll only have for myself.



And one of the moments that Dave talked to the crowd. He said that he'd been to Coldpaly's gig a few weeks before and they'd drunk pints and all. And he said: 'You guys gotta do something about those beer kegs, I need cold beer!' There were a few 'boos' but I'm with him all the way, man... and, of course, a lot of burping from dave as well...
Body functions seemed to have happened a lot. There was some massive farting where I was standing, I don't know if it was the drunk-fucking guys behind me or the guy standing in front. Eggnog farts, if it's possible to say that... If it's not, well, sounds like a pretty smelly word to me...



They playd a few old songs. 'This is a Call' was one that I would've never expected. 'Monkey Wrench' is in the repertoire, but it got me thinking:
'What have we done with innocence?
It desapeared with time, it never made much sense
Adolescent resident
Wasting another night on planning my revenge'...
How many nights I've wasted on planning my revenge... and never carrying it out...

Anyway, as nothing in the world is perfect, the gig couldn't have been different. Apart from the pictures, they didn't play 'Resolve', whose video was launched a little ago. How come? Outrageous...

End of the show, I was in heaven. I wanted to go again the next day, but couldn't afford an extra ticket. I got the tube and went to meet Paula and Ethan at the Dogstar near Brixton Stn. It was ok. Well, maybe not. A lot of dance music, and when they played good songs like Van Halen's 'Jump' or Guns' 'Sweet Child O'Mine' they simply stopped them in the middle and started playing the fucking dance again... And come on, after a Foo Fighters concert, my first one, the one I'll remember forver, I wouldn't stand that crap.
We went home after a couple of hours. Freezing cold outside, definitely below zero, probably -4ºC or -5ºC. Wind blowing cold.
I wanted to do a bailinho at home, but it was so cold and the kitchen was so impossible be in that I just drank a couple of beers and went upstairs.
I wouldn't have to work the next day, so I went to sleep listening to... well, can you take a guess???

These are the pictures from the Foo Fighters web site:

No work and no beer / Awaiting Ro

Now I can say TGIF...
For the first time in almost three months I get to have the weekend off.

Today I finally met the boss. He's alright. He wasn't around much and I was able to finish cleaning my part before 7:30pm.
The boss took all the staff for dinner, chinese, it was nice. But I really wanted to go home or go to a pub, but I guess not going would be rude. And you can't say no to free meal, right?
I got my schedule for next week. Monday, Tuesday and Friday from 2pm to 8 pm and Saturday from 7am to 5pm, making double. Man, 7am is a bitch. It's gonna be fucking difficult! Should I get the bus or tube? I don't know what time the tube station opens on Saturday. I guess is 5:30am...

So I left the restaurant, looking forward to going home and buying some beer at the shop on the corner. I even got money from the ATM, but when I got to the shop the liquor section was closed. It was 11:05pm... They can't sell beer after 11pm. I got pissed and desperate. At home I had only ONE fucking beer. It was unbeliveable, the first weekend off and no beer at all at home. I drank the one left, of course, and then went for the vodca with cramberries and some Red Bull. It wasn't the same. I like my steady soaking and nobody can ever take this from me. I get mad, man. But I guess I would have to finish that vodca bastard... I refused to leave the glass full in a non-working night, this would be outrageous.

Had a good chat with my good friend Ronaldo. Is London a possibility again? My good friend Ro always does things on a whim and it wouldn't be different this time.
Awaiting Ro... that's happening alright.

"Hung up"

Well, I've made it to the fourth day. As two girls are leaving the place (Gisele is leaving tomorrow and another girl - don't remember her name - next Friday) I've been having an intensive course in the cafe's routines. I think I've mastered the preparation, the bitch now is the till. Today was my second day but there are so many things that is easy to forget them all. When I remember to ask if it's eat in or take away I forget to tell the girls about the coffee. Sometimes I forget to put the food in the bag. Sometimes I forget to write down the name of the soup and give the ticket to the costumer. Sometimes I forget what the costumer have just said. Everybody has been really nice but if I keep forgetting those things I guess it won't be so nice. Another thing is that I'm a little slow at cleaning stuff. We have a deadline: by 8pm we HAVE to be finished and go home, but I want to do things right and sometimes I keep getting stuck in little details...

It's amazing how things can be different from one place to another. At the hotel, for example. It's a four-star hoteal and they charge the guest A LOT of money for a capuccino (one shot). I don't have a break if I want to go home at 3pm (which NEVER happens) and if I do want to have lunch I have to stay for 30 more minutes. People aren't friendly and helpful at all. But at the cafe I get to have a 15-minute break and all their coffees have two shots, apart from single espresso and macchiatto.
I really hope it works out fine. It's near the school, less than 5-minute walk, and for sure there isn't overtime.

I asked for a week's vacation from school. Next week will be almost dead there, because most students are from the EU and are going back home for the holidays. And I deserve a break... But I'm going to work at the cafe (not on the 21st and 22nd) and probably on the 24th. People make double the day before Christmas and on the 25th the cafe doesn't open (the hotel does, of course, and as it is Sunday I would probably have to work there).

Talking about the hotel, they are a bunch of bastards. I called Caio on Sunday explaining that had gotten a job at the cafe and that next Saturday would be my last day. One week notice. He talked to Dada-bitch and she got pissed at me and told me I wouldn't need to show up there because she didn't want to see my face again. What was she thinking to begin with? She thought I would work there forever? What a fucking bitch...
I got a message from Caio today to talk about the hotel and if he says she agreed to have me there for next Saturday I'll turn it down for sure. I know I won't get 30 pounds but at this point I think it's not worth it.

As I was preparing the coffees the Dance MTV channel was on. I think Madonna's 'Hung up' must have played seven times in five hours. And not only today, since I started on Monday. So, after school I went to HMV and bought the single, can you believe it?
I think Adri would love to work there, wouldn't he?

And talking about music, it's incredible how each place you work has an especific soundtrack.
El panzon - 'Dare' - Gorillaz
Bailey's - (don't know the name of the song, sorry)
Silvio's - 'Hung up' - Madonna
not to mention all the places I've worked so far...

Afternoon at Silvio's

Indeed... I spent the whole afternoon at Silvio's... working.
It was so strange because this was the first job in my whole life that I didn't talk to any supervisor or owner and tried to convince them that I'm worth hiring. Claudia (Ricardo's sister) talked to the man and he said I should show up today at 3pm to start working. That's what I did and it was pretty ok. I think too much of ok. I basically started in the kitchen with the dish-washer and I was told that with time I would start working at the coffee machine. This usually takes a few weeks to happen. But in a couple of hours Monica (the manager) asked me to go to the coffee machine with Gi (I think is Gisele her name) and get down to some real work!
But, when this happened, the other girl that works in the kitchen and it's been there for a few weeks and never got the chance to go to the counter (Daniela) got a little, you know, pissed... She was really friendly at first but when I moved to the machine and she got stuck there with the dishes she completely changed. It doesn't matter where you are or what kind of job you're doing, there's always someone trying to take your place. It's unbeliveable.

At the end of the day I went home loaded. Four sandwiches (two for me, two for Paula) and I could have taken more, because it all goes to the bin anyway, but I felt a little embarrassed, you know, my first day and all...

I just hope it continues this way. Shit happens as always, but maybe not too much.

Tube 'lines'

'TGIF' - Thank God is Friday... I'm sure you've heard this expression, but it doesn't apply to me. But I think in a while it will.
I went to the cafe (Silvio's) to talk to the owner - Silvio himself. I was supposed to be there at 2pm and there I was ten minutes in advance. I met Claudia and we talked for a while, she was about to finish her shift. Half hour later Silvio called saying he wasn't going to show up. Man, again... I was kinda pissed and Claudia embarressed but it wasn't her fault. Actually, she had some pretty good news. She said he was going to hire me even without talking to me because I had been indicated by her. Apparently I stard next Monday, from 12:30pm to 8pm, she already told me about the uniform and I think I'm already in, she's going to confirm it tomorrow or Sunday tops.
I just look forward to leaving that hotel!

Anyway, I had to go home to pick up this fucking suitcase and take it to Pavlova because she's going to Brazil and mother needs a suitcase there. Honestly, I don't know what for. I guess she waited for me to get out of there to start traveling, when the time I needed her to travel the most she basically stayed at home annoying me.
I thought I would have to go to the Brazilian Embassy (where Pavlova works) to give her the damn thing, but that I ended up having to go to her place to leave the suitcase with the doorman. Of course I couldn't find the street in the A-Z, Ethan had to help me out. But the major problem was that I was meeting a friend at Starbucks near Bond Street Stn at 4pm and I left home at 3:50pm.
I got the tube. It's amazing that when you're super late everything seems to happen slower...
'Stand clear of the closing doors. This is the Victoria train to Walthamstow Central'
I would have to go to Oxford Circus and from there take the Central line to Marble Arch.
'The next station is Sockwell, change here for the Northern line'
Along with the suitcase I was bringing my laptop. I'd seen a lot of people using computers there so I figured I could use mine too. I was meeting Rodolfo, a guy from Cachoeirinha who is studying at the school for a month and then he's moving to Dresden (Germany) to take a 3-month training course. He's a very nice guy and he came to London through Cultura Inglesa. Fernando talked to him about myself and we ended up getting along well.
'The next station is Vauxhall, change here for national rail services. This is the Victoria line train to Walthamstow Central'
I hate Victoria line. Well, it might not be as bad as the Northern line, but I think it's catching up. The train is small and it's too hot and it normally reeks.
'The next station is Pimlico. Alight here for the Tate Gallery. Stand clear of the closing doors'
What irritates me the most on the tube is when you have plenty of empty seats and people go to sit down beside you. I don'y understand that. They should at least leave one seat empty as a buffer zone, you know? Especially now that is cold and everybody wears huge coats.
'The next station is Victoria, change here for the Central and District lines, national rail services and the Victoria Coach Station. This is the Victoria line train to Walthamstow Central'
Everybody gets on and off here, it's like PUC. It's the chance to get a seat you're standing. I don't like this station, I don't know why. But I think the worst is about to come.
'The next station is Green Park, change here for the Jubilee and Piccadilly lines. Alight here for Buckingham Palace. Stand clear of the closing doors'
I always change at this station, wherever I might go, but not today. If you want to change to the Piccadilly line you have to walk for AGES to get to the platform. To go to school I change for the Jubilee and get off at Baker Street. For next year, if I get the tube to school, this is the stop.
'The next station is Oxford Circus, change here for the Bakerloo and Central lines. This is the Victoria line train to Walthamstow Central'
That was me. I had to take Central line.

After walking a lot and going up and down stairs, I was on the tube again. This line is not so bad. Cars are bigger and people don't smell so bad.
'The next station is Bond Street, change here for the Jubilee line. This is the Central line train to West Ruislip'
My friend was already at Starbucks. I was supposed to alight there...
'The next station is Marble Arch'

Again carrying the suitcase. I hate when sometimes you have a really tiny streets - what we would call 'becos' - and such things aren't supposed to have names, you know? They're just allies for God's sake!!! Of course the girl lives in one of those and it took me a while to find her place.

Being 50 minutes late I arrived at Starbucksm dying for a coffee and to going online. First task done but we weren't able to use the internet, only if you you are a T Mobile user. That's outrageous... We looked at pics and talk a lot, Portuguese and English.
We decided to go to Waterstone's to find some EFL books. I found some CPE bokks, but of course, the ones I want are 25 pounds or more... It's always like that. The guy needed a grammar book and it cost 12 pounds.
We were both starving and went for a all you can eat for 5.99 pounds. Pizza was the chosen one.
Man, I'm loaded.
Pizza wasn't the best, btw. I miss Cia. das Pizzas and So Pizzas...

Franz Ferdinand - November 30

Is the turning point coming? Not the best one, but at least to make things a little better? I might change jobs, expect news.

I haven't talked about Franz Ferdinand gig on November 30, not that it wasn't worth talking, but you know... Sometimes I just don't feel like writing at all. Or maybe I do feel like it, but I enjoy doing it drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette and I'm not allowed to smoke in the house, apart from Friday. And then on Friday is usually the day that Ethan comes home and we talk and then Paula arrives and we talk some more and drink and listen to some music and drink some more and talk and drink and talk and drink... And when Adri and Lula are online we talk some more...

Anyway, last Wednesday was the gig. 7:30pm (there would be two opening bands). I met Paula at her work and from there we walked our way to Moorgate to get the train to Alexandra Palace (which is in zone 3 or 4, I don't know for sure, but pretty far away from Brixton!). It was raining, but not pouring rain, a 'boring' rain... and cold!
We got there and the place is on the top of a hill, amazing view, but we had to walk to the top, 15-minute walk, not cool. At least to go home we would go down!
There was a pub in the place and I got two pints and Paula went to get some chips. She bought two bowls but she managed to pour some milk on one of them thinking it was salt! It got ruined and we got 2 pounds poorer.
We entered the place and and it looked like the place in front of the airport in Porto Alegre, no kidding!!! To our suprise, there was a stall selling 'Brazilian Dough'. What the fuck was that? Nothing more than CHURROS!!!! Can you believe it? I think it had been more than five years since I last ate one and I had to come all the way to London to eat some churros, unbeliveable...





We bought some 3-pound beer (Budweiser) and waited for the show. I have to say that I didn't know any of their new songs, only the old ones, but it was great anyway. They played most of the songs from the first album and we got a good spot (always by the corner, never in front!)









I just wish I had a better camera. The pics aren't good but you can have an idea. Foo Fighters in 10 days time. I'm asking Paula for her camera, I've gotta register evey single thing of the show!

Bad day, totally

Looked like it would be an ordinary weekend: working, some trouble in work, getting home, beer, food, going to bed.

My supervisor Steven went on vacation last Wednesday and Dada would be in charge... God have mercy on our souls...
Yesterday things ran pretty smoothly, until something happened - something's always gotta happen, right? The girl that was supposed to start at 3pm called at 2:45pm saying she would be late, but the fact is that she's always late... When she's working weekends it's pretty certain that I'll have to stay there for at least half hour.
I left the place at 3:45pm medicine to feel better? That's the tenth part I feel when she's around. I hate the bastards that are one feeling good with themselves and make everybody around feeling worst than them. I don't feel good most of the time but I try to spare others from my misery. She doesn't. I think the only time she feels good is when others are feeling a stinking piece of shit.

I told her this afternoon that I couldn't stay longer than 3pm because I had something to do and she said that if there wasn't anybody there after 3pm I WOULD have to stay. She said I gave her some attitude and that she wouldn't tolerate that. I said that what that girl was doing was really disrespectful because she's always late. Shit hapens, I know. Everybody can be late sometimes, but not always, come on! What if had another job going on?
And the fact that the bitch-hangover-constipation-no medicine is always saying that everything is logical makes me wanna puke. 'It's not busy, if you don't know where the light switchers are go around and try to find out!' Man!!! Is it real? Can a person say that? Is it gonna kill her to show me where the things are without making me feel like a retard? Yeah, because for her I'm a retard alright.
I feel so frustrated, you know? I feel so sad because being a bitch is the general rule, everybody wants to see people feeling bad, they don't want to help at all. It's not like I'm threating her position there, she's been doing this for 7 years and she's basically gonna do that all her life, well, I guess better than tossing from bombs...

Man, I'm sooo pissed right now, I listened to some Erlon Chavez, been having a few beers and can't smoke in the house. I actually miss Steven. He is not the friendliest guy, but at least he's polite and willing to help.
Fuck her, man! Big time!

"Where is the moment we need at the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

(Oh.. Holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day"