Homemade Cinnamon Roll

I'm CRAZY about cinnamon rolls. Since they're not easily found here in Brazil because they're not very well-known, I decided to try to bake them. I'd never made dough from scratch and it takes a lot of strength to mix up all the ingredients. As I'm home, sick with the flu or something equally bad and I had nothing to do, I baked this whole afternoon. I'm a rookie! It takes me a LONG time to cook those more elaborated recipes!

Ch-ch-changes

I changed the layout because I was sick of the other one and because I like this polka-dotted one better. I also changed the commenting system: now there's this letters checking. Because this way I avoid spammers. I've been getting dozens of comments from some japaneses website saying things that I obviously don't understand. I used Google translator to check what the hell the japs want from me and, apparently, it has something to do with sex and nudity. Sassy, huh? Almost nobody reads this blog and I can't blame them at all: I hardly ever update it. I was planning to update it everytime I update my blog in Portuguese, writing in English the same text. I know that's a pretty lazy solution for the lazyness I already have in writing here, but come on, it'd be a solution after all!

Do you remember the time?

I vividly remember. Me and my aunt, a huge Michael Jackson fan, in her living room listening to
some of his albums. "I just can't stop loving you" was playing and we were singing it LOUD.
I mean, really loud. I had the lyrics in my hands, since I wasn't fluent in English yet. Actually, in those
times I had no idea I'd become an English teacher one day, but this is another subject.
My aunt knew all the lyrics by heart, she had all his albums, she was really crazy about every little thing
he 'd made. She used to be such a cool person, I don't know why years came by and she became so boring.
Again, another subject. So, there we were, singing out loud. And I started crying.
Because I was madly in love with a boy and he didn't even know about it. I think he suspected, everybody suspected.
He is my aunt's cousin, but me and her are not blood related, so he isn't either.
Anyway, my family and her family are very close and it was like he was family too.
Inside my crazy teenage mind, he should never know because "our" love was forbidden, we were like family.
Oh my God, how silly was I? My aunt knew about my secret love and hugged me - she understood why I was crying.
And we kept singing along together.

I also remember when he launched "Black and White". I was in a friend's house, it was a nice evening and we were all utterly impressed by all that technology of turning people's faces into other people's faces. It was SO wow... I remember when "Thriller" was launched, I was a little child and felt terrified by all those monsters. I sang along with him in some language I believed it was English when he sang "Beat it". I was very impressed by all the break dance, his moves were so amazing. When "We are the World" was all and about in all the radio stations I used to ask the school's bus driver to turn up the volume because I loved that song. I love it 'til nowadays, actually. When I found out that Billie Jean was not his lover, she was just a girl saying that he was the father of her child, I was apalled. I had always thought she was his lover!

I still can't believe we are in a world where there is no Micahel Jackson anymore. I'm not a person who cultivates idols and I can't say I'm a fan of anyone or anything, but I do have some artists that I deeply admire. Madonna, Muse, Michael. He's part of my childhood memories. He was one of the artists who "taught" me how to speak English. I love many of his songs and I think he was genius. And just like all the geniuses, he was tormented and lonely. And I won't even start with all that pedophilia accusations he got years ago. I think he died alone. The King of Pop died completely and deeply alone. The greates entertainer the world had ever had so far, a man who influenced all the coming generations, completely alone.

How sad is that?

May he truly rest in peace and his kids can grow without all the media lurking them around.

Hi, there

Yes, I'm still alive. I know it's been a long time and I feel a bit guilty for not writing here - I had promised myself I'd practice my writing. But if there's something to be blamed for my radio silence it'd be TIME. Or lack of it, to be more specific. I have more students now and one of them has classes late in the evening. 9 to 10:30 pm, twice a week. Needless to say I get home worn out. One evening I have dance class, an weekly appointment to which I haven't been very present either. I get tiiiiired, the class finishes late and I have to take a bus to come back home. Sometimes I beg for a ride and some good soul gives me one, but this is not always. Then you could say: what about weekends? Weekends, my dear, are for love. They are entirely dedicated to kissing, cuddling, holding hands, giggling, going out together, laughing, talking and laughing more, watching "Friends", etc etc - I really don't have to specify what the "etcs" are. My boyfriend lives in Rio de Janeiro and I live in São Paulo, which means a lot of travelling on the weekends. Either he comes to my house or I go to his house and then there's always a party to go, some dinner with friends, family to pay some visits to. And that's why I've been very busy. I've been very very happy too and I think this is very important to be pointed out here since you, my probably only two readers, remember the hell I went through last year. I deserved a beautiful love story. Seriously, the Universe owed me that. I know, I had the boy I was going out with, but it wasn't a love story. It was a story, just that. A story that helped me to keep away from madness, a story that certainly provided me happy moments, but that was all.

I've been working hard, I still have financial problems due to the crisis that my life was in last year, but things have been going back on track. And I'll try to write here at least once a month!

You go, Mac!

Mac MacGuff: Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.

Juno MacGuff: Yeah. And I think I've found that person.