What happens when a Brazilian who gets very good grades in Portuguese at school moves abroad?

I speak Portuguese, English, Spanish and Danish, and the results: I’m not mastering any of these languages.

My Portuguese became poor since I moved abroad. I forget words.

I used to speak better English until I moved to Denmark.

My Spanish is rusty and I studied a level above advanced in Spain, but I’m far from using it often enough…

and my Danish is way too different than all other languages I speak for me to master completely, though I often get compliments to how well I speak it.

I feel I’m lost among several languages… isn’t language part of one’s identity? Am I losing mine?

Last question… what language should I use to update a blog? Being a poor writer is way too sad.

I am a real computer junkie. Whatever I do, needs a computer. My IPhone is my computer on the go.

I’ve had many projects and hobbies, all in front of the screen.

Blog is kinda dead, but my feeling for playing with graphics came back. Hopefully I will finish that book and that script, and stop playing computer games. If I am to stay in front of the screen, it’d better be while I use my creativity.

Apart from that, the winter is cold, we’ve had a lot of snow, but in two months I will see the sunshine and feel the heat again, in my home country. I will overdose in warm tea until then…

After almost 4 months, 2 IPhones, a trip to Odense, a boyfriend, a trip to Brazil, a possible plane crash, a pickpocket, Roskilde Festival, guests from Brazil and America, a trip to London, one to Jutland and a whole lot more, I thought I should drop by and clean up the spiderwebs that I left around here.
I’m actually testing a new application on my phone to update my blog. Maybe that will make me come by and say hello more often.
All in all, life is grand! All is just as it should be. Hope it’s the same with you.
Off I go again.

Sometimes we think too much, we consider too much, and ponder too much. That makes the wait too long, the plans too blurry, the future too uncertain. Doctor should prescribe the “let go” pill, that makes all complicated things uncomplicated…

Biking to work. The top of the City Hall. The sun shining. Flocks of birds flying around. “Love Forever” by Chapterhouse playing.

No, it’s not easy to describe, but I know what I saw. I was part of a beautiful music video…

Today we had doctors doing a check up on us at work. The results were quite satistying I guess. I’m pretty normal, except for a half porcent too much colesterol, which they said is not alarming, and probably because of the chips and candy during the weekend. My lungs are just fine, and my metabolic age is 27.

“What does it mean doc?” – I asked.
“It is your age, inside.”

Well, not bad. I’m happy.

My advice from Dr. Doc? Eat more veggies, drink less coca-cola, and exercise a bit more. Ah, and doctor told me to stop being a party smoker, and quit definitely. He also advised me to stand more at work, not to harm my posture.

Considering my brain CAT Scan last time I was in Brazil, and the check up today, I have covered mostly of my body, and I’m happy with what I found out. And I did eat all my veggies at lunch today, and also stood a bit while working.

Long live Mariana Version 3.2, now with a helmet!

Ok, line up for the festival is ready, and there are a few interesting things, but not ONE SINGLE wow band. How disappointing… I think it will be a flop, and the only thing that can save it is good weather. First year I’m going not necessarily for the music, but for friends.

Oh well, it’s late, time to sleep. It’s friday tomorrow: how lovely!

Off I go…

Today I watched “Marley & Me”. Me and Natasha cried our eyeballs out, but were interrupted by a guy sitting and snoring behind us. tears turned into laugh and then back to tears, and I felt sorry for his wife, embarrassed by him snoring, and even more by all of us staring. And as no movie is a real movie without a gigantic bucket of popcorn… well, I had that.

I am also buying my tickets to Odense tomorrow. I will spend a weekend there with Juliana and Marcelo (lovely guests I had right before Easter) to relax and be somewhere else other than Copenhagen.

Today I also had a visit to the immigration office to ask for a re-entry permit, as my visa will expire while I’m in Brazil. Was painful, long wait, weird, and it made me 15 minutes late for my bank appointment.

Bank appointment went well, all fine and set. My bank advisor is really sweet and honest, and she makes me comfortable to talk about my economy and money.

Almost done reading Anne Frank’s Diary. It’s sad… I already cried 3 times in the past week. Whatever the hell is happening…

Mariana loves to express herself, loves to write, loves to make fun, loves to play. Mariana’s life is an open book, life is fun, why not share? Mariana loves to joke around with people, but also show them respect, and… she likes to get that back.

But Mariana will promise to always find the right forum to do so though. Yup, you are in one of them.

(…and Mariana finds it quite weird to talk about herself in third person…)

Sleep well!

It’s late and the Easter holidays are over. In a few hours I have to be up to go to work. Time flew by…

Just had a little family catch up: talked to my brother about vacation and business, talked to mom about family and life, and heard dad’s voice in the background sending me a kiss and good night as he was on his way to bed.

Mom told me about grandma (her mom) and how she is doing, and it worries me. As I wrote here in December, she told me it was the last time I was going to see her back then. I will be back in Brazil 3 weeks, and decided to give her a call to cheer her up, and maybe give her something to look forward to. She sounded tired, and asked me to “hurry up”. It breaks my heart, it hurts my soul, it makes me sad. It’s like she lives through small achievements in life, but she is way too tired to keep it going. I just want to hold her like it’s the last time, because it might be, we never know… I i want to show her how much she means to me. No matter what, it hurts to see your loved ones go, and it hurts even more when it happens so slowly… through disease and limitations.

About the past 5 days, it’s been filled with sun, resting, joy, picnic, friends, park, computer games, easter eggs and dreams.

Have a wonderful week!