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I'm back to remembering. Searching the back of my head trying to remember the first time I met you, funny it seems like we know each other since forever. But now that I got myself down to putting my mind in rewind mode I can remember the very first time I saw you. My parents had gone to Rio and we were spending the night at your place because you guys were our only "relatives" there (funny how we somehow are even related, heh!). I must have been around eleven years old and was in one of my rare shy moods, you were a little kiddo watching some video plopped in front of the TV and in one of your extremely outgoing moods...as usual! - So what's your name? You beamed a smile my way. - Christy. And yours? - Alissa. - Oh, I have a friend called Alissa (I didn't - I only knew someone of that name and thought that would be a great thing to say to keep our "conversation going") - Well, good to know! Good to know! You turned right back at the TV and continued watching whatever it was you were watching. "Well so much for trying to talk to a kid!" I thought. As if you all of a sudden decided that our conversation was worth continuing you turned around to me and said: - Well I said it's good to know because no one is called Alissa. My parents took a long time to figure out my name. I was a nameless baby my first few months alive. So it's good to know that there is at least another person with the same name as mine. "If she says 'good to know' once again I swear that will be her new nickname!" I thought again to myself. - Well it's a nice name anyways. A pretty name.And that was the beginning of our friendship. Well up to that point it wasn't really a friendship because other than spending all night awake talking and making your mom come make us shut-up half a dozen times I didn't get to see you again until many years later. But there is one thing about that night that always stuck to my mind until today (10 years later!): You were a whole lot more mature than anyone your age I had ever met. And that's the way it is until today. The way you can get along with many people that are even twice your age is impressive! You can carry a conversation with a baby and make him giggle while you are at it, give the best advice ever to a friend your age or stop, listen and answer completely on the same level with someone many years older. You never had a problem relating with people no matter the difference on social status, age range, growing up environment - whatever it was, you always knew how to fit just fine into any situation you were faced with!I saw you again for the second time almost six
years later. But it was brief and short and we laughed as we remembered that one night we spent together so many years ago.And then I moved to Rio. Right next to your house. Walking distance actually. Okay, and now for the truth. When I first moved to the "Casanova/Shangri-La" Home and got to see you every here and there whenever I went over to your place for a friendly neighbors visit (or the other way around!) I couldn't help but think you were kind of bratty, spoiled and superficial. A kid. No big deal. It wasn't that I didn't like you, I did. But it wasn't like I was all that thrilled being around you. You were fine to be around but that was about it. And it wasn't even something conscious; it was just the way it was.When that completely changed...well I can't say for sure when that was but one experience makes me remember how much I thanked God to have you by my side and had to actually admit to myself that it would have been twice as worse if you weren't there with me. It was our "Ilha Grande" experience. About thirty of us all went out camping to the scenic Ilha Grande - all excited and expecting the craziest, coolest, adventure-filled, camping trip. Oh we were more than mistaken!!! Pretty much everything that could have gone wrong went wrong! The weather was rainy and we couldn't do half the hikes that we had expected to do, people were cranky, the organizers were bitching about anything and everything, and because you girls were so against having to sleep with a certain someone (ahem!) I was put in the middle of the story and you girls convinced the staff to exchange "sleeping partners". I was fine with that until I found out that that meant squishing in a tiny tent with three other long-legged, squirmy, steal-your-blanket girls (or was I the one that had forgotten my blanket and decided to grab yours in the middle of the night?!). Backaches, neck aches and long sleepless nights followed making us all the more grumpy and irritable. But then somehow we found out our own way of having fun. We dogged half the rules, broke the other half of them, held myself not to laugh when I "staff member" got corrected by another "staff member" hearing you girls giggle in the background and then bursting out in laughter as soon as it was over, peaked and spied on everyone that was worth peaking and spying on (and even on those who werent!) and we sang... yes we sang our hearts out!!! You played the guitar and sang me your songs and every other song that I'd request from you. And when I got tired of singing along you'd continue singing and playing every song that I'd ask you to. The last day of our little excursion on our way back to "Home sweet Home" as you played song after song to me was the day I found out that there is
nothing that soothes Christy more than having Alissa play for her. Any single worry or problem that might have been in my mind just disappeared as soon as you'd start strumming your guitar - and it's that way until today as well. Nope, I don't have the "flesh and bone" Alissa but you bet I have ALL your songs - and their lyrics - so that I can sing along while I play them over and over again. I have them on my MP3 to listen on the bus (believe me it calmed me many times when I thought I was just about to cuss at some guy rubbing me the wrong way - and yes, I mean that literally! ugh!), I have them on my laptop, and of course I have them in my head memorized down to the last word to sing them in the shower (yeah, I tried other places but had some honest souls asking me to shut up...what can I do? I am not you!). What you've got Hon is an amazing talent. You have the power to reach out to souls, to make others listen to you and what you have to say independent if they want to hear it or not, you can impart your feelings and thoughts to others - be it a feeling of joy, sadness, faith, love, regret, fearlessness, freedom - you spread it to others as they listen to your amazing voice; and believe me, to be able to do that is one amazing gift you've got!!!Back to my story... after our little "Ilha Grande" episode I all of a sudden started seeing you in a different light. I took more interest in getting to know you - the real you - what you were besides the "happy Alissa" you showed to the general public. And the more I got to know the more I wanted to be closer to you and get to share more with you, talk and confide and just be there as you started being there for me.When I went to spend those two months at your house I inwardly feared that the great friendship we had created might get a bit dull or that we might bore each other out or get to one another's nerves since I would be sleeping in your room everyday - and you know, me and you both being a bit feisty and witty might not help much... heh!But much to the contrary. We all of a sudden just bonded even closer than ever before. My secrets became your secrets and when I woke up feeling nervous or anxious about the future it was amazing how you could just read me and know what was going on my head - and then wash it all away as you'd sing to me for hours - as long as it took for me get back on my feet again. We would do sooo many crazy stuff remember Hon? While you were the soothing, loving and listening ear I was the one that would
pull you into the most embarrassing situations ever making you want to cave a BIG hole and jump deep into it never to come out again. Sometimes I swore you wanted to just pass by and tell all the very amused onlookers: "Who? This crazy girl 100 meters in front of me? Oh, I have NO idea who she is!!!" But much to my surprise you'd instead always go right along with me and sometimes even just add to the embarrassment by jumping into the wild situation with both feet. Like that once that we went to PROJAC together to do your acting audition and then had a discussion about crossing the street - there we were both yelling at each other, each one on one side of the street until you could stand it no longer and threw your jacket (or was it your peep toes?) at me while I ran dogging away from them. Cars started to beep and male Cariocas scram hornynesses at our way until we both fell into hysterical laughter clutching our stomachs and then walking side by side as if nothing at all had happened.We confided to each other pretty much everything that used to be hidden deep inside - things we wouldn't tell a single soul. Be it guys, gossip, sour friendships, family issues, some low self-esteem deal - whatever it was there we were babbling about it for hours on end over a cup of hot tea, pajamas, a chocolate bar and then always to finish it off: Gossip Girl!!!Sad was the day that I left your house and then soon after left to Fortaleza to give myself a breather and some time to figure out what I needed to do in my life. As all things change, I also decided to change and off came the big news that I was no longer going to stay in Rio but was now definitely staying in sunny, tropical Fortaleza.And so we made the most of our last month together. Everything we did together was like replaying all our many experiences together just that this time it was ten times better because we knew that it would all become a treasured memory. Dress shopping for your Birthday, going to the beach together, being chased by two creeps and having make a run to spare not being robbed, stuffing ourselves up with acai and vintage muffins, losing your cell phone, movies together...and the list goes on. But the best night was the one in which we both locked ourselves inside your room and made each minute count. We exchanged gifts and you read me the nicest (and longest!) letter ever! And you cried while at it and right after I was sobbing as well. Yep, we are both two mushy gushy girls...now that's something embarrassing to say out loud...hahahahha!!! And of course I made you sing to me the song you wrote for me about half a dozen times (at least!) and we talked and talked deep into the night promising each other that distance would never
ever take apart what we have - a friendship that is just ours: "Christy and Alissa style". And no, I won't even try explaining that because for some things in life an explanation is just not worth it. Our friendship being one of them - the feeling in our hearts beats any explanation.And now a little space just for you:Ally Ballaly, on this VERY VERY important day of your life all I wanted is to be by your side laughing at the most stupid things ever, being totally girly going out dress shopping with you, talking and telling one another the latest news (just that takes half the day!) and then slouching in some comfy place drinking tea and hearing you play your guitar - and of course finishing the day dancing all night long until our feet hurt and we need to drop our high heels...and go right back to dancing again until the sun comes up!!! But since I am not there I wish you instead that all your dreams and wishes come true, that you achieve those great big goals in life you want and have more than enough potential to reach. That you look back at the year that has just gone by and smile feeling fulfilled seeing how far you've gone and how much further you will yet go this year - and most importantly never forgetting that no matter what: I LOVE YOU!!!"Wanna take this timeLeave it all behindLook around me and just danceTill my shoes ask me to stop and I'll take them off and laughWhy worry about the troubles?Why worry about the fights?Why worry about the present time when still have our whole lives?Let it all hang outJust live for nowLet your hair down and come dance.Come rain come shineWe'll forget about timeJust close your eyes and we'll danceI want to see the sun rise and feel the sand on my feetWatch the colors fade in the sky and take this time to breathWhy worry about the troubles?Why worry about the fights?Why worry about the present time when still have our whole lives?Let it all hang outJust live for nowLet your hair down and come danceCome rain come shineWe'll forget about timeJust close your eyes and we'll dance."
Something that is kind of new for me lately is giving class to married couples. I always kid around that since I became a private English teacher nothing else surprises me - well, a few days ago I discovered I was wrong!!!It was the day before Easter and I arrived at 9:00 pm at my students house. I was beat and tired and couldn't imagine having two more hours of class still to go.The minutes slowly passed away and finally it was 11:00 pm and my work for the day was done. Another long day gone by! I opened up my large book bag and began putting away my books when my student, Marie, hands me over a huge Easter egg in golden wrapping paper. My heart almost skipped a beat in delight at that wonderful sight!Wife: Happy Easter teacher!!!Me: Oh Marie!!! Thank you soo much!!!Wife: I know you are all into health food and the likes but it is Easter...Me: Don't worry, chocolate is something I just never say no to. I held the Easter egg in my hand and all of a sudden my long and exhausting day seemed just too good to be true. By the size of the egg I was pretty sure Id have chocolate to last me all week...Husband: We guessed just as much. You seem like someone that can't resist some good chocolate.Wife: Ah, let me show you my Easter egg. Marie opened the fridge and took out two Easter eggs. Actually, I didn't receive only one egg; Miguel knows me and my love for chocolate so well that he got me two. This one from Cacau Show is my favorite. Here, grab a piece.Me: OMG! Orgasmo gustativo!!! In my mouth went a large piece of chocolate that melted in my mouth in a matter of seconds. Wife: Well, I wasn't the only one that got Easter Presents though...my husband knows me well and knows I love chocolate. But I know my husband well and I know he likes...SEX!!! And so I bought him a sex shop basket. Miguel, would you bring the basket from the room please?Me: That's a cool idea! I am sure he liked receiving that a whole lot more than an Easter egg.Miguel went up and towards the room to fetch the basket. Marie all of a sudden lifted up her dress and showed me her white matching "bunny" costume she was wearing underneath. I must say I was caught by surprise!Me: WOW! Ahh, talk about creative. It stayed real good on you, beautiful!Wife: I greeted him at the door wearing only this costume and with the Sex Shop Basket in my hand.Me: Hah! *uneasy smile from my part* Why, I am sure Miguel must have loved it!Wife: You should have seen the smile on his face...(thinking to myself: No I shouldnt!)Miguel enters the room with a large basket in his hands with all kinds of accessories and sex toys inside.Me: Oh my! Look at that! Husband: The best Easter present I ever received! Wife: Here Christy, let me show you!From
lubes and lotions to enhancers and accessories and even cock rings and straps - there it was all!!! And along with it all, a long and detailed description of each item coupled up with VERY creative and original ideas on how they would be using them the next few days. Ahem!Wife: Check out this DVD Christy!I looked at the cover of the DVD: a blonde and brunette in some wild position, bodies locked, mouths pressed. Trying to hide my slight embarrassment as much as possible I laughed aloud:Me: Ahhh! How interesting... (Okay, I don't really know how to react...)Wife: I was always interested in that too...you know; its one of those things that always stayed in my head.Me: Oh well, I guess everyone with their own fantasy, no?! Handcuffs...now that's what I call cool!!!Husband: I think that's what I most liked out of the whole basket!Wife: I always wanted to try that out.Husband: Christy, did Marie tell you how she won R$500, 00?Me: No, don't think so...do tell me! (At that time, anything to change the subject was more than welcome for me - barely did I know!)Wife: You see Christy I have a little piggy bank that I have been sticking coins in it for quite a while now. So I and Miguel did a bet the other day. It was the following: We would both guess how much money there was inside the piggy bank, wed then break the piggy, count the money and the one that got closest to the actual amount could choose a prize.Me: And I am guessing the prize was R$500, 00.Husband: That was her prize in case she won which she did!Me: And what was would your prize be if you had won Miguel?As soon as Marie answered the question I regretted having ever asked.Wife: His prize, if he won would be that I would give him anal sex. He hasnt gotten that in a looong time! Look at that, I am worth pretty much, no? R$500, 00!!! But I must say, I am glad I won the bet...sorry honey *lots of giggles on her part*(Okay! now I REALLY dont know how to react!!! Talk about AWKWARD!!!)Me: You guys are quite the couple!As I made my way back home (by that time it was past midnight!) I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at all the weird and awkward positions and situations I continuously find myself into the latest one being this particular couple. And know what? What the heck!!! Despite the openness and honesty (ahem!) of Marie and Miguel in relation to their sex life I do have to give them credit that at least they are happy, have a very diverse and wild sex life (oh yes, believe me!!!) and don't let routine kick in their day-to-day as a married couple yes, even on Easter day! Disclaimer: ALL NAMES ARE FICTITIOUS - dates, places and events are FACTS!!!
Entao ta. Aqui estou eu dirigindo na Holly (o nome do meu carro sim, ate meu carro tem nome!) meus cabelos esvoacantes sendo levados pelo vento e Paula Fernandes no volume maximo! Sinal vermelho. Freios e carro parado. Musica continua e eu bombando no meu carro: Ieee i eeee...ieee ie eeeeee... Ieeeeeeeeeee...vai se entregar pra mim!No movimento de puxar meu cabelo fora do meu rosto vejo ele. Ou mais, vejo o Corolla novinho em folha em que ele esta sentado. Bonito, eim! Ihh e ele ja tava olhando pra mim. Eu volto a olhar na direcao dele e ele...ainda olhando. Dou uma espiadinha no gato novamente e la ele esta...novamente me olhando bem nessa hora ja chamaria de encarando! Sinal verde. Engato na primeira, passo pra segunda, acelero ate chegar na quarta e novamente meus cabelos esvoacantes estao sendo levados pelo vento. E Corolla gato...quer dizer o gato no Corolla comeca a dirigir do meu lado. Nem um pouco mais na frente, nem um pouco mais atras. E a louca (sim, eu!) vou na dele mal acreditando que eu realmente estou fazendo isso. Juntinhos dirigimos lado a lado: passamos Siara Hall, a UNIFOR, o viaduto, Shopping Iguatemi e ai estamos: Meu Fiat Uno Vivace e o Corolla dele lado a lado no sinal. Mas ele ja nao olha mais para mim. Escreve algo num papel e me pede pra abaixar minha janela. Abaixo. O sinal abre e la vai ele na maior manobra pra conseguir dirigir, me passar o bendito papel e claro ainda manter o sorriso charmosinho. Eu com meu mes e meia de carteira de motorista (e tres batidas no carro tambem!) cloquei todo cuidado a popa e estiquei o braco ate conseguir arrancar o papelzinho da mao dele nossa, o que nao fazemos pelo amor, nao e?! Olho o papelzinho e exatamente como eu esperava esta o nome do gato do Corolla com dois numeros telefonicos e a seguinte mensagenzinha: Me ligue pra eu guardar teu numero! O nome do gato: Sidmar! Infelizmente ao ler o nome dele a primeira visao que me veio a mente foi aquele bicho preguica do filme Era do Gelo, o Sid. Bem okay, eu nao ia deixar um bendito filme pra criancas da faixa etaria de cinco a dez anos estragar a perfeita aventura romantica que estava vivenciando nesse momento. Nome e de menos, nao e?! Ligo pra ele. Opa voz bonita...ganhou pontinhos :) Claro que a primeira pergunta que ele me faz e se sou daqui (gente, serio mesmo, meu sotaque e assim taaooo ruim assim?!), respondo que nao, dou minha risada bonitinha e explico que meu sotaque tem a ver com eu falar praticamente so Ingles. Ele me diz que morou na Espanha por seis meses e engatamos no Espanhol. Assim, mao no volante, pescoco no celular e minha mente fazendo todo aquele esforco de lembrar o Espanhol que nao tenho praticado ha seculos! arrrggggg... Ele sinaliza que vai parar o carro. Vou na dele. Na hora nem penso no que tou fazendo so sei que me sinto como a Audrey
Hepburn deveria ter se sentido quando ela atuava naqueles filmezinhos preto e branco em que todo e todos terminam "felizes para sempre".Bem infelizmente o sentimento durou pouco porque foi so ele sair do carro que ja percebi que essa felicidade nao ia ser tanto quanto achei que fosse ser. A razao? As benditas orelhas dele! SIM - NO KIDDING! Realmente, o cara na minha frente era um gatito, bonito com o sorriso cativante mas mesmo com tantas qualidades nao tinha como nao reparar aquelas orelhas dele. Se o nome dele me lembrou do Sid do "Era do Gelo" as orelhas dele me lembravam do elefantezinho "Dumbo"!!! Mas resolvi deixar isso pra la. Para tudo ha uma solucao e nada como uma boa cirugia plastica pra deixar o cara na minha frente parecendo como um principe encantado e tirar de uma vez por todas a imagem de um macaquinho que nao saia da minha mente. Conversamos um pouco mas como eu ja tava atrasada pra minha aula o breve encontro nao durou mais do que cinco minutos terminando com ele dizendo que iria me ligar pra combinarmos alguma coisa. E nao foi que ligou mesmo?!!! Tipo assim eu nao sou o tipo de garota que fica esperando o celular dar aquela vibradinha basica e a musiquinha personalizada pros paqueras comecar a tocar. Nem de ficar angustiada esperando o cara mandar mensagem. Entao foi ate meio que surpresa quando no proximo dia o macaquinho me liga. Como tava no meio de uma aula disse que nao podia falar naquele mesmo momento mas que retornava em alguns minutos. Nao deu mais de 20 minutos e como eu nao tinha retornado a ligacao ele la toca meu celular novamente ja sabendo que deve ser ele mesmo. Mais ou menos como nossa conversa foi:- Oi tudo bem? Desculpa que nao te retornei...a aula ainda nao terminou. Faltava ainda uns dez minutos. - Ah tah... pois e...eu queria ver de nos encontrarmos para nos conhecermos melhor...- Okay pode ser. - Pode ser hoje?- Sim pode sim. Sabado e o melhor dia pra mim mesmo e nao planejei nada mesmo pra hoje a noite.- Ah tah... Silencio. And Christy saves the day...- Entao...voce tem algum lugar que voce acha bom de nos encontrarmos? - Ahhh...nao sei. Esperava que talvez voce me disesse aonde gostaria de ir.- Aaaammm...bem eu sou vegetariana entao pra mim qualquer lugar que tiver uma salada boa esta legal pra mim. Que tal o "Coco Bambu"? Eu gosto das saladas la. Sao otimas.Silence. Again, Christy saves the day...- Ah sim, O que voce acha de irmos em um so carro? Nessa ele foi rapido em responder: - Nao, nao vamos nos encontrar la mesmo. Vamos entao pro "Fogao a Lenha" okay?Vou ser sincera, sincera mesmo. Acho que o homem na hora de conquistar a mulher tem que fazer tudo no seu alcance para impressionar e agradar a mulher. Mesmo que ele seja um tarado e so queira levar-la pra cama ele ainda tem que fazer a parte dele em se mostrar de fofo e ceder as