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Where do we go now?

It’s been five years since I came to this rather small town, along with my parents. Here I have met some good friends, my boyfriend. It was here that I got my first frenchie, that I graduated high school, that I got into college, that I got into college yet again, that I got the first two Cambridge ESOL certificates that I’d always wanted.

But, as I said, it’s a rather small town. I miss São Paulo, where I used to spend every second of both my school vacations (adding up to more than three months an year). I miss Rio, where I grew up, where I feel at home. Heck, I even miss Minas, where I was born, even though I got to know it roughly only last year. This town is not for me, I don’t really like certain things and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to those things.

But what’s been bugging me is that São Paulo would be perfect for me now. There are two major advertisement colleges there that I would die to attend. There are two aunts of mine that are advertisers themselves, so maybe they can hook up an internship or something like that. It’s a huge city, but my grandpa lives a little bit isolated in an amazing house on this quiet neighborhood. I love that house, and I can see my frenchies there, puppies and the whole enchilada.

Okay, but then there are many money issues to consider, there is the fact that I’m not sure if my grandpa is going to stay at that house (he thinks it’s too empty, but if he let me stay there with a couple dozen frenchies, I’m betting he’ll never think that again), there is the fact that I’m not sure if I can get into one of those top colleges (although I’m IN LOVE with advertising and I’m always studying and I really feel happy doing just that, I guess compared to people there, I know next to nothing). And there is my boyfriend, too. What would happen?

I can’t deny that this is an idea I’ve been flirting with for quite some time now. God only knows where I’ll be in one or two years. And I kinda like that.

My saturday

That sums it up. Weird video, I just kind of threw everything together and added a song that Fabi LOVES.

My days of work

A great (and true) comic by HijiNKS Ensue

This, internet. This is how I spend my days at work. Not that I don’t love being a webdesigner, but debugging for IE (6, especially) breaks my days.

Wolf in sheep’s clothing

As I have mentioned many times before, there is a puppy mill guy around, and he is starting to sell his adult dogs now (cheaper than puppies, after all, who wants grown dogs, right?). He got three of his dogs from this small breeder, a brother and his two sisters. The girls have litters in every heat cycle.

After all of his scandals, his dogs’ breeder told me they were truly sorry they let them have their dogs, that they really did not agree with anything and that they’d be more careful next time. I myself have made mistakes in the past, and I think it’s pretty rare to find someone who hasn’t. But I did try to do everything in my power to try and fix those. And I do think, honestly, that I have made and will make so much more to the breed around here…

So you’ll probably understand my frustration towards them when I tell him the guy is selling their dog to anyone who can pay a couple of thousand bucks, and they do nothing. Who cares, right?

In this case, I am seriously wondering who is worse. Is it the puppy mil guy who will tell anyone he’s a puppy mill? Is it the correct and ethic breeder who “made a mistake once” and now doesn’t even care about getting those dogs as far away from that puppy mill as possible? Who knows? What I do know is that people keep buying those frenchies, and then scandals pop up but where do these dogs end up? Do they care at all?

After the walk

This was Yaza last night, after a particular big walk. I noticed she was bored and destroying the rest of our chairs and one of our walls (!), so I immediately grabbed her leash and off we went, with Mirabela too, to walk along the beach. They loved it, of course, and Yaza actually pooped outside, something she NEVER does. I knew there was a reason I always packed those poop bags, ha!

Mira and Yaza did not fight outside, Cesar Millan would be proud of me. A walk goes a long way to get the pack to sort things out, I guess. Afterwards, they were both too tired to care about each other. Yaza took a place in my lap and Mira rested next to me. All I had to do is keep my hands off Mira completely and everything was just fine. Yaza is very jealous. Mira doesn’t really mind her, but if Yaza even looks at her differently, she will want to sort things out in the ring. *Sigh* girls…

Oh and about the walk. Interestingly enough, people were much more receptive and curious about the dogs than they usually are when I take Yaza and Sayid. Maybe it has to do with the fact that this is the first time that I take Mira to the beach too. Unlike my brindle babies, she is a brindle pied frenchie, which is probably one of the most “trendy” coat colors around.

So, what do YOU want?

“So, what do you want?”, he asked her with a sheepish smile, dropping his pen.

She hadn’t been expecting this during a job interview. She paused, and before she knew, she was looking into her own dreams, the ones she didn’t have to hope for because deep down she knew they would happen eventually.

What she really wanted was to teach English as a foreign language, be an art director and a webdesigner.

She wanted to get out of the country and see the world.

She wanted to take pictures that she was really proud of and, once and for all, really learn all about ISOs, lenses and such.

She wanted to study SEO, french, german, dutch, photography and typography.

She wanted to stop walking, look around her and see Times Square in all its buzz.

She wanted to see snow and make a snowman.

She wanted to go diving and see multi colored fish.

She wanted to ride a bike around the quiet neighborhood where she used to spend her holidays as a child.

She wanted to be a kickass pro at whatever it is that life led her to.

She wanted to take a picture with Mickey Mouse.

She wanted to have the French Bulldog(s) of her dreams.

She wanted an iPhone, a Macbook and a Sony Vaio.

She wanted to spend days without sleeping to watch over puppies.

She wanted to fall in love over and over again with the same man, everyday.

She wanted to eat chicken nuggets with french fries and a large ovaltine shake and not gain one single extra ounce from it.

She wanted to go horseback riding and bathe in a waterfall, like she did when she was twelve.

She wanted to go Best in Show.

She wanted a Grand Cherokee Limited and a Chrysler Stratus.

She wanted to walk around malls around the world and buy everyone she knows souvenirs.

She wanted to see an incredibly awesome concert.

She wanted to cry in her graduation day and feel that her mom was really proud of her.

But, she didn’t say that.
Instead, she just looked up, smiled and said, with a wink of the eye: “I want to be a webdesigner and work here.”

Grades are out

For the first time in my life I am happy with my college results.

8.3 and 8 in Portuguese I and Sociology.

Okay, average-ish. But it was to be expected.

10 and 10 in Introduction to Advertising and Computer Graphics.

Both had huge and important assignments, both are more like “hands on” subjects and I fell in love with both. I fell in love with my college major! I know what I want to do for the rest of my life, and it makes me happy, and I think I’m pretty damn good at it too, and I’ll be even happier if I can hone these skills and learn design-y stuff over the years, so that one day I’ll be making one hell of an art director.

After dwelling over college and computer science for four years or so, this is a pretty big deal. I feel like celebrating!