PARTY TIME FINALLY REWARDED!!

I MUST admitt that I spent almost all my life partying hard. Sometimes going out Thursday through till sunday. Showing up in class with a clean face, but hair stinking like cigarette as well as my clothes. Funny thing is that I'm pround of it. I'm part of a majority of young people in Sao Paulo that would go out at 10pm and then at 5:30 when the night club was closed, would go to the nearest Fran's cafe (Franchising of 24hrs coffee shops that are in ever single corner in the city - a great friend once told me that it's easier to find a Fran's caffee in one corner than a hooker...!!!) have a coffee, croissant, wash my face and be at school at 7:00am, ready or so I'd like to think, for my Chemistry or Maths class!!

Don't think that this sort of behaviour didn't cost me anything.
Financially: I was never able to save much!
Emotionally: I always had boyfriends so is not as if I was sleeping around and besides, I always taught them to party hard with me!
Intelectually: well... my grades weren't never that great. I was always the average student with few subjects that I was just smart for and didn't need to study to get good grades.

Anyway, life goes on and I kept partying hard. Partyed through Uni and in London. Now I'm partying through TAFE. Althought not as near as hard as I used to but still known in the circles as a PARTY GIRL!!!

To sum up this crap, I mean, scrap... I partyed all my life and for some weird reason, QTAC decided to reward me with an awesome OP which I would never think possible! It means that as long as I fullfill the pre requisites for my course, I can get into any course that I would like to! Guess what I did when I found out about my KICK ASS OP???

I PARTYED!!!!

525.600 minutes...

525.600 minutes ago I discovered feeling that I have long forgotten. It was the first time in many years that I was laughing with completely happiness while watching "Light my candle" on a Rent production in Brisbane. During the play I felt anxious, happy, worried and sad. I had these feelings in different times of the play and when those 2 hours were finished, I realized that my life has changed completely.

I wonder how 2 hours can do that to you? How a play can make you so happy and sad at the same time that you feel so overcome with the rush of emotions and you from that moment on you know that your life has changed drastically. At 18:00 I was getting ready to go to watch A play and at 22:00 I knew I had to make some harsh decisions to get my life back.

The opening act is with all the actors singing “Seasons of Love” and for those who haven’t listened to this song, I will write a bit of it. The song goes:
“525.600 minutes,
525.600 minutes moments so dear.
525.600 how do you measure a year in your life?
In day light? in sunsets? in midnights?
In cups of coffee? in inches? in laughter?…
525.600 minutes how do you measure a year in your life?
How about love?
Measure in love…”

I remember having goose pumps when they sang this song and that’s when my thoughts started to change. I drift away from the play and started to think about my life in general and I remember coming back to earth minutes later when the protagonist couple started to sing “Light my candle”. For some reason, I felt completely immerse on the scene and I couldn’t stop laughing with full happiness. That’s when I realized that I was fully happy for the first time in a long time. Such a thought brought a massive smile in my face which I couldn’t get rid of until they played “No day but today” but I don’t want to get in much details about the sad part, it’s not what I’m writing this for.

My life was a mass before this play and after 525.600 minutes it is still massy but I’m getting it organized, my way, my time (SO VIRGO!!)

So the question is: How do you measure a year in your life?
In 525.600 minutes I bonded with an old friend, made a new very good friend, lost the love of my life, made a dream come true, fell in love, had a heart break, met great people along the way, danced my ass off, drunk a fair bit and rediscovered feeling that have long gone to sleep.

I’m measuring five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes in love. Love for my 3 dearest friends who guided me through the rough path of divorced and showed to me that there’s a light in the end of the tunnel. Love for the simple luxuries in life such as shopping and going out for a martini. Love of myself and love itself.

Many, many, many, infinite many thanks to my sister Ana who was there from the beginning and had to coupe with me bitching about everything and didn’t charge for any of this psychotherapy sessions and most of all: for taking me to watch RENT and making me completely addicted to it!

So have you thought how do you measure a year in your life??? How about LOVE?!?!?!


Ana, Paulinha, B and Sophie you are a sublime gift from the skies and I’m very blessed to have you in my life. LOVE YOU!!