I finally found sometime to write here. My days have been crazy, I’ve been so busy, you can’t imagine. My posts haven’t been the that great but it’s the best I could do. I’ve been receiving so many great news lately that I want to share with you. So let’s start. First of all, today I got to know that I’ll be doing Erasmus in Madrid. It’s such a great city and I have so many good friends there so it sounds just perfect. One of main goals is to write a book while I’m there because I want to share all my experiences and feelings. During that time (I’m going to move in September), I’m going to visit Paris with Z. and Amsterdam with my friends from university. I’m really looking forward to all the partying, travelling and getting to know new people.


Another good new is that M.I.A. and David Guetta are coming to Sudoeste! M.I.A. is one of my favourite singers, I just love her. Her songs are crazy and we can really dance to them. “World Town” is one of my favourite songs of all times so I hope she sings it. Last year I got really sad because I didn’t have the chance to see David Guetta, who I totally love, so I’m so happy I’ll have the chance to see him. “Toyfriend”, “Memories” and “Missing You” are some of my favourite songs, I love almost the whole album so I can’t wait to dance to all his songs. Now MGMT have to be confirmed as well so I can explode of happiness, I would love to see them.


Last night, me and my girls went out. IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!!! First of all we met at a restaurant named “D’Alma Lounge” for dinner, it’s our favourite restaurant to dinner because it has karaoke and we sing songs together and dance and it’s so much fun. After that we went to a club called “Urban Beach”. It was my first time there and I totally loved it. It’s so much better than “Gossip”. The space is great, it has two rooms, one with house music and another one with electronic and trance music, but it is not my style at all, it smells like weed and you can’t see people’s faces because it’s so dark inside. But the room with house music is awesome. Before the house music, they passed commercial music such has “Single Ladies” from Beyonce. Me and my friends went totally nuts because we love this type of songs and we were dancing with our hands up like “put a ring on it” ahah. We all had so much fun together, but in the end of the night my feet were killing me because of my boots!


Today was Daddy’s day and since I only saw my dad for an hour during lunch, I saved all the surprises for dinner. I didn’t want to give anything material, like a book or something to wear, I just wrote a card as I do every year and I prepared dinner for me and my parents (I don’t have any brothers or sisters). What I decided to do was my specially, pasta with tune in the oven, that is actually one of my father’s favourite dishes, and I bought a pre-made chocolate cake (one of those you put on the oven and it’s done in twenty minutes), I covered it with Nestle chocolate and I did a red M&M’s heart on the top of it and I put strawberry’s on the side. Both of my parents loved it. And so did I. This was the end result:






I’ll spend my weekend studying, I have so many things to do for next week.
I leave you with one of my favourite tunes of the moment, it was featured in this year’s Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show!
So much love <3
Xx
Rita

MY LOVE IS A REVOLVER. MY SEX IS A KILLER.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ i n s p i r a t i o n ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

ATTENTION!

AS SOON AS THAT COAT ARRIVES TO H&M, THE THING IS MINE, DON'T YOU DARE TO TAKE IT WAY FROM ME.

"The Carrie Diaries" by Candace Bushnell

They say a lot can happen in a summer.

Or not.

It's the first day of senior year, and as far as I can tell, I'm exactly the same as I was last year.

And so is my best friend, Lali.

"Don't forget, Bradley, we have to get boyfriends this year," she says, starting the engine of the red pickup truck she inherited from one of her older brothers.

"Crap." We were supposed to get boyfriends last year and we didn't. I open the door and scoot in, sliding the letter into my biology book, where, I figure, it can do no more harm. "Can't we give this whole boyfriend thing a rest? We already know all the boys in our school. And—"

"Actually, we don't," Lali says as she slides the gear stick into reverse, glancing over her shoulder. Of all my friends, Lali is the best driver. Her father is a cop and insisted she learn to drive when she was twelve, in case of an emergency.
"I hear there's a new kid," she says.

"So?" The last new kid who came to our school turned out to be a stoner who never changed his overalls.

"Jen P says he's cute. Really cute."

"Uh-huh." Jen P was the head of Leif Garrett's fan club in sixth grade. "If he actually is cute, Donna LaDonna will get him."

"He has a weird name," Lali says. "Sebastian something. Sebastian Little?"

"Sebastian Kydd?" I gasp.

"That's it," she says, pulling into the parking lot of the high school. She looks at me suspiciously. "Do you know him?"

I hesitate, my fingers grasping the door handle.

My heart pounds in my throat; if I open my mouth, I'm afraid it will jump out. I shake my head.

We're through the main door of the high school when Lali spots my boots. They're white patent leather and there's a crack on one of the toes, but they're genuine go-go boots from the early seventies. I figure the boots have had a much more interesting life than I have. "Bradley," she says, eyeing the boots with disdain. "As your best friend, I cannot allow you to wear those boots on the first day of senior year."

Too late," I say gaily. "Besides, someone's got to shake things up around here." "Don't go changing." Lali makes her hand into a gun shape, kisses the tip of her finger, and points it at me before heading for her locker.

"Good luck, Angel," I say. Changing. Ha. Not much chance of that. Not after the letter.

Dear Ms. Bradshaw, it read. Thank you for your application to the New School's Advanced Summer Writing Seminar. While your stories show promise and imagination, we regret to inform you that we are unable to offer you a place in the program at this time.

I got the letter last Tuesday. I reread it about fifteen times, just to be sure, and then I had to lie down. Not that I think I'm so talented or anything, but for once in my life, I was hoping I was.

I didn't tell anyone about it. I didn't even tell anyone I'd applied, including my father. He went to Brown and expects me to go there, too. He thinks I'd make a good scientist. And if I can't hack molecular structures, I can always go into biology and study bugs.

I'm halfway down the hall when I spot Cynthia Viande and Tommy Brewster, Castlebury's golden Pod couple. Tommy isn't too bright, but he is the center on the basketball team. Cynthia, on the other hand, is senior class president, head of the prom committee, an outstanding member of National Honor Society, and got all the Girl Scout badges by the time she was ten. She and Tommy have been dating for three years. I try not to give them much thought, but alphabetically, my last name comes right before Tommy's, so I'm stuck with the locker next to his and stuck sitting next to him in assembly, and therefore basically stuck seeing him—and Cynthia—every day.

"And don't make those goofy faces during assembly," Cynthia scolds. "This is a very important day for me. And don't forget about Daddy's dinner on Saturday."

"What about my party?" Tommy protests.

"You can have the party on Friday night," Cynthia snaps. There could be an actual person inside of Cynthia, but if there is, I've never seen it.

I swing open my locker. Cynthia suddenly looks up and spots me. Tommy gives me a blank stare, as if he has no idea who I am, but Cynthia is too well brought up for that. "Hello, Carrie," she says, like she's thirty years old instead of seventeen.

Changing. It's hard to pull off in this little town.

"Welcome to hell school," a voice behind me says.

It's Walt. He's the boyfriend of one of my other best friends, Maggie. Walt and Maggie have been dating for two years, and the three of us do practically everything together. Which sounds kind of weird, but Walt is like one of the girls.

"Walt," Cynthia says. "You're just the man I want to see."

"If you want me to be on the prom committee, the answer is no."

Cynthia ignores Walt's little joke. "It's about Sebastian Kydd. Is he really coming back to Castlebury?"

Not again. My nerve endings light up like a Christmas tree.

"That's what Doreen says." Walt shrugs as if he couldn't care less. Doreen is Walt's mother and a guidance counselor at Castlebury High. She claims to know everything, and passes all her information on to Walt—the good, the bad, and the completely untrue.

"I heard he was kicked out of private school for dealing drugs," Cynthia says. "I need to know if we're going to have a problem on our hands."

"I have no idea," Walt says, giving her an enormous fake smile. Walt finds Cynthia and Tommy nearly as annoying as I do.

"What kind of drugs?" I ask casually as we walk away.

"Painkillers?"

"Like in Valley of the Dolls?" It's my favorite secret book, along with theDSM-III, which is this tiny manual about mental disorders. "Where the hell do you get painkillers these days?"

"Oh, Carrie, I don't know," Walt says, no longer interested. "His mother?"

"Not likely." I try to squeeze the memory of my one-and-only encounter with Sebastian Kydd out of my head but it sneaks in anyway.

I was twelve and starting to go through an awkward stage. I had skinny legs and no chest, two pimples, and frizzy hair. I was also wearing cat's-eye glasses and carrying a dog-eared copy of What About Me? by Mary Gordon Howard. I was obsessed with feminism. My mother was remodeling the Kydds' kitchen, and we'd stopped by their house to check on the project. Suddenly, Sebastian appeared in the door-way. And for no reason, and completely out of the blue, I sputtered, "Mary Gordon Howard believes that most forms of sexual intercourse can be classified as rape."

For a moment, there was silence. Mrs. Kydd smiled. It was the end of the summer, and her tan was set off by her pink and green shorts in a swirly design. She wore white eye shadow and pink lipstick. My mother always said Mrs. Kydd was considered a great beauty. "Hopefully you'll feel differently about it once you're married."

"Oh, I don't plan to get married. It's a legalized form of prostitution."

"Oh my." Mrs. Kydd laughed, and Sebastian, who had paused on the patio on his way out, said, "I'm taking off."

"Again, Sebastian?" Mrs. Kydd exclaimed with a hint of annoyance. "But the Bradshaws just got here."

Sebastian shrugged. "Going over to Bobby's to play drums."

I stared after him in silence, my mouth agape. Clearly Mary Gordon Howard had never met a Sebastian Kydd.

It was love at first sight...

I WANT THIS BOOK SOOO BAD!
xx
Rita

ModaLisboa 34' Check Point - 13th

Last thursday, at four o'clock in the afternoon, I got a call from ModaLisboa saying that me and my group of Audiovisual Communication Techniques couldn't tape the event and we could only be there one day. All of us got really pissed off and sad because we all were really excited about it. We all thought it was a big lack of professionalism because, when they called, the beginning of the event was only two hours away and had everything planned in advanced, we did research and a written work to show our teacher. So that's why I haven't been posting lately any pictures or comments on the event. But at least, we chose one day to attend the event and we chose yesterday, the 13th.





The sun was shinning in Lisbon and me, Joana, Inês and Zé (that you might also know from his amazing blog 2x Nº1), headed up downtown for what should be an amazing, glamorous and stylish afternoon. And it was beyond that. When we got there, we had to get our Guest Passports and, after that, we entered a big room where there were stands from many sponsors of the event. Besides watching the shows, we spent the afternoon drinking Martini's, getting our hair and make-up done, talking to really nice people, drinking Vitamin Water (which I personally hate, it tates like sweet medicine), taking pictures, trying to spot famous people and having a lot of fun.







And, off course, I had to take pictures of famous people that were there. But we knew who the real famous people were: us =)









Now talking fashion, during the afternoon I saw four shows (I didn't see Salsa because I was having my make-up done LOL) : Aleksandar Protic (which was mainly a black and gold collection with weird shapes which I didn't like), Miguel Vieira (a black blue and white collection, with lots of hats, gloves, sunglasses and bags, that I loved, specially men clothes that were really classy), Pedro Pedro (really natural colors, light brown, maron,wool, fur, plastic garmets) and really famous Nuno Baltazar (a collection called "Paris | Deco | New York", a urban classy look, but from whom I was expecting a lot more). I'll leave here some pictures for you to see:

Aleksandar Protic








Miguel Vieira









Pedro Pedro








Nuno Baltazar










I hope next year I can attend the event again. I had a lot of fun and took 512 pictures with my father's amazing camera. I hope everything is ok with you and that you0re enjoying the sun wherever you are. Spring is almost here!
so much love <3
xx
Rita